National destiny survival: I am weak and rely on luck to fly

Although the younger brothers armed with sticks and pistols were numerous, they were facing Ren Linhe and Shen Wansan, which made their attacks seem clumsy and weak.

The sticks were waving in the air but could only hit the air, and those brothers who tried to shoot with pistols were thrown into chaos. Their vision was greatly disturbed in the dim light and the chaotic crowd.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Continuous gunshots rang out, but the bullets did not hit the target, but instead accidentally injured their companions.

There were screams and curses one after another, and the scene was in chaos.

The blond man's eyes widened, his heart filled with confusion and fear: When did these two people come here? How could they be so fast?

The jeep was at least 100 meters away from the residential building where he was. How come the two men arrived in front of him in just a few breaths?

The blond man's heart was beating like a drum, knowing that he had met his match.

But no matter what, he was also a second-level fire-type mutant with rich combat experience. He quickly calmed down and concentrated his mind to condense the fireball again.

But Ren Linhe and Shen Wansan moved too quickly, and the blond man had no time to react.

Although a fire-attributed mutant is much stronger than an ordinary person, he is just like a fragile mage in the game. It takes time to condense flames, and he can only attack from a distance. Once someone gets close to him, he is like a lamb to be slaughtered.

The men who were responsible for protecting him had all fallen to the ground. In the end, the blond man could only instinctively throw the fireball in his hand at Ren Linhe and Shen Wansan, and then turned around and ran away.

But Ren Linhe was faster. The Seven-Star Knife in his hand was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the night sky and pointing directly at the blond man's hands.

The blond man only felt a flash before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain.

Both of his hands, along with the palms he used to condense the fireball, were cut off by the Seven Star Sword.

The blond man let out a painful wail, his eyes no longer holding the smug look from before, but were filled with fear instead.

Shen Wansan then kicked him on the back, sending him flying to the ground.

The blond man fell to the ground, holding up his severed limb which had lost its entire palm and forearm, wailing in pain.

Seeing Ren Linhe and Shen Wansan approaching with bloody blades, he begged, "Please, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Then, as if remembering something, he shouted loudly: "Your companion is still in my brother's hands. If you kill me, your two companions will be buried with me!"

Thinking of the man and woman who escaped to the residential building opposite, his two brothers were lying in ambush in that building.

Both of them are level 2 psychics. They were just dealing with a space psychic and a woman. Maybe they are on their way back now.

If he could just delay a little longer, he could still be saved!

But his dream was shattered.

Xiao Feifei's lazy voice came: "Are you talking about them?"

Xiao Feifei's voice was particularly clear in the night wind.

The blond man looked in the direction of the voice, his pupils dilated instantly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

I saw a huge vine, crawling on the ground like a python, and it was at least ten to twenty meters long.

The roots of the vine slowly crawled on the ground, making a rustling sound, and at the top of the vine, on a thick vine tip, there were two people intertwined like a string of candied haws.

The two men were face down, with blood all over their bodies and on the ground, and they were obviously dying.

The two people whose chests were pierced by the vines were the brothers the blond man mentioned.

Seeing his brother in such a miserable state, the blond man's emotions broke down again. He shouted for mercy, his voice filled with fear and despair: "Don't kill me, please let me live. There is still a lot of food in my house, enough for you to eat for at least two months. Just let me live, all these are yours, please don't kill me..."

Xiao Feifei sneered, and Shen Nan did not look happy at all when the blond man begged for mercy.

If he hadn't seen the scene just now, Shen Nan might have sympathized with them, but now, Shen Nan would only say to Fanfan: "These three superpowers are given to you as a reward, eat them quickly."

When Fanfan heard Shen Nan's words, she danced with her vines happily, and then the rest of the vines started moving immediately.

They quickly wrapped around the two strung-up bodies, circling them around and around, wrapping them tightly.

After more than ten seconds, the vines loosened, and two skeletons and clothes fell to the ground. This scene once again made the blond man feel extremely frightened.

Looking at the vines reaching towards him, the blond man opened his mouth wide, unable to make a sound, obviously too frightened.

Then, a smell of urine came. It turned out that the blond man was scared and peed himself.

The lush vines stopped in mid-air, then returned to Shen Nan with a "whoosh", obviously disliking the smell of the blond man.

Shen Wansan said, "Oh!", "Are you still picky about food?"

At this time, the blond man was still lying on the ground, his body shaking constantly.

Ren Linhe threw a dagger over and stabbed it directly into the blond man's carotid artery. Blood gushed out of the blond man's mouth and he died after a few seconds.

Thinking that they would have to rest here for one night and the smell of blood would easily attract zombies, Ren Linhe and Shen Wansan prepared to clean up the battlefield.

Suddenly, footsteps and shouts were heard from behind.

"Brother Ren! Brother Ren! We can do it, you guys take a rest."

"Yes, yes, just leave this little thing to the two of us."

Two voices sounded at the same time, with a hint of urgency and respect.

Ren Linhe turned around and looked at the two men. Both of them were panting, but their faces were full of determination and enthusiasm. When one of them ran over, his leg was even slightly lame.

When Shen Nan and Xiao Feifei came over, Ren Linhe had already seen the two people following Fanfan. Now seeing how they addressed him, he had already made a judgment in his mind that these two people should be survivors from Xia Country.

It was unclear whether the two men were just passing by here by chance, or whether they had any connection with the aborigines they had just killed, so he asked them, "What are your names? Where are you from? What are you doing here? What is your relationship with the group of people just now?"

Although Xiao Feifei had asked the same question before and the two had answered it once, when faced with Ren Linhe's repeated questioning, they still answered honestly.

"My name is Wu Yong."

"My name is Wu Lei."

"My hometown is Jiangsu Province."

"We are cousins."

"We came here to do an adventure mission, and then were caught by this group of people." There was a hint of anger and helplessness in the two people's voices when they said this.

Ren Linhe and Xiao Feifei looked at each other and confirmed the information.

Seeing Xiao Feifei nodded, Ren Linhe said, "Okay, I'll leave this to you."