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a new day.

shelter.

garage.

A group of people were breathing heavily, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet.

"Damn it, going on a mission at this time."

"Do you want to retire?"

"At least there should be a fire."

"Do you believe that You Wuchang roasted you?"

"Ah~~Will you just stand by and watch?"

“I’ll sprinkle the spices.”

The last sentence caused everyone to laugh, and the originally tense atmosphere was relaxed.

Everyone knows that this mission is quite difficult.

It is not about hunting ferocious beasts for meat, nor is it about escorting supplies for trading.

Instead, protect the target and get him back to Shelter 36 alive.

The mission is very clear, the target is alive.

Whether others live or die depends on their own abilities.

But the target must be alive!

At this moment.

You Wuchang and Rock appeared in the garage.

Everyone paused, put away their lazy posture, and stood up straight.

You Wuchang looked around, scanning everyone's faces one by one.

There are three fifth-level psychics, namely: Qiutong, Mingzhongshui, and Sanye.

More on the fourth level.

Including Marugo, Cha Xiaodao, Man Yue and others.

The only ordinary person was Shen Bei, who was wearing armor.

You Wuchang was very satisfied with Rock's arrangement. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a sharp blade, and said to everyone:

"I believe you already know the content of the mission. I don't want to say a word of nonsense."

"Target: Shelter No. 1, Niu Niu Ben!"

"No mistakes can be made. This is related to the overall strength of Shelter No. 36!"

"set off!"

Rock on the side gave Shen Bei a subtle look.

Shen Bei nodded slightly.

The team set off.

Various vehicles roared their engines in the garage, jumped out of the deck, rushed into the ground at high speed, made a sharp turn, and stopped on the side.

Others jumped down from the shelter.

Prepare to enter the troop carrier.

When Shen Bei got into the car, he saw three fifth-level psychics sitting in the driver's seat.

The third master curled his lips and looked back at Shen Bei with an unfriendly look.

Shen Bei felt no wavering in his heart. He got on the bus, found a seat near the inside, curled up, hugged the sniper rifle, and closed his eyes to rest.

Just now.

Maruwu jumped into the car: "Hey, Master San, it's great to be alive."

The Third Master smiled and said, "Yes, if you don't commit suicide, you can live."

Shen Bei slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at Marugo.

He was a thin man with triangular eyes, about thirty years old, dark skin and scars all over his body.

Maru Wu met Shen Bei's gaze, baring his yellow teeth: "I have carried out missions with many ordinary people, but most of them died."

Shen Bei's face showed a lingering fear just right: "It seems that you are really unlucky."

Maru Wu looked at Shen Bei with an excited, cruel, and tyrannical look: "Then you better stay away from me."

As he said that, he sat down next to Shen Bei.

Shen Bei, on the other hand, didn't care. He put his arm around Maru Wu's shoulders and whispered, "What I like most is jumping back and forth on the line of death."

Marugo laughed heartily, his laughter unbridled and wild: "Oh, I like you so much!"

"You mean I'm more likable than the Third Master?"

"That's just you being sentimental, ordinary person."

Shen Bei let go of Wan Wu's shoulders and said nonchalantly: "It seems that the Third Master is still very charming."

Shen Bei cursed in his heart, his attempt to win him over failed. It seemed that Maru Wu was the Third Master's man.

At this time, another man named Cha Xiaodao, who had not yet boarded the car, spoke first: "Anyone with a bit of common sense knows the reputation of the Third Master."

Shen Bei looked up at the rear of the car.

First, two shiny machetes were stretched out.

Then Cha Xiaodao himself came in.

He was wearing a shiny black leather coat, high boots, and a white scarf, dressed like an old-fashioned western cowboy. In his breast pocket was a cut cigar, not a cigarette.

Holding two machetes in one hand.

Shen Bei looked surprised.

It has to be said that Cha Xiaodao's pair of swords, both in shape and in the materials used, were something Shen Bei had never seen before.

The blade of one of the blades was a deep and eerie blood red, like solidified blood, or like a cursed flame jumping.

Dark black lines were distributed irregularly on the blood-red blade, twisting and spreading.

The other sword was made of bones, and its blade was bone-like, emitting a terrifying coldness, as if it came from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory. It seemed that countless bones could be seen piled up in the blade like a mountain of corpses.

The shape alone is enough to scare people when holding it in your hand.

This is the sword energy!

Even Shen Bei, who always believed that fists were the hardest thing to do, thought that they were a pair of good swords.

Absolutely cool.

It's cool to see the electric wires being split along the way, with sparks and lightning.

Marugo smiled and said, "Allow me to brag a bit. The red knife in Brother Xiaodao's hand is called the 'Demon Knife - Sea of ​​Blood', and the white one is called the 'Ghost Knife - Mountain of Corpses'. They are his most proud weapons."

Wan Wu even knocked on Shen Bei's armor and said jokingly, "I wonder if this layer of iron on your body can withstand being cut."

Shen Bei laughed and said, "Don't point the blade at me. This outfit of mine is meant to be cool, not practical."

Just at this time.

Another man entered the back of the car and sneered expressionlessly, "Useless? Does that mean you're useless?"

Wan Wu pretended to be angry: "Man Yue, why are you so unfriendly and speak so harshly? What if you break Shen Bei's fragile heart?"

Shen Bei turned and looked at Man Yue.

He was wearing a leather combat suit with half of the buttons unbuttoned from top to bottom on his chest, revealing his hairy, tangled, and well-developed pectoral muscles.

His eagle-like nose and deep grey eyes give him a charm that is full of strength and heroism.

Shen Bei twirled the revolver between his fingers, licked his lips, and revealed a devilish smile: "If you and I were to compete in marksmanship, you, Man Yue, would be trash. If we were to compete in supernatural powers, I would be trash if I could die in your hands. Otherwise, you could easily drown in your arrogance."

"Are you fucking teaching me a lesson?"

Man Yue stared at Shen Bei with a pair of majestic eyes like a lion, "Do you want to have a fight?"

Shen Bei instantly raised his revolver and pointed it at Man Yue's forehead, a bloody and cruel smile forming at the corner of his mouth: "How about you ask Third Master, who have I killed with this revolver?"

Man Yue didn't expect that an ordinary person would actually dare to raise a pistol and point it at a fourth-level mutant!

At that moment, he seemed to hear the wailing of the souls under the gun. His sixth sense erupted strongly, and his heart suddenly surged inexplicably, and the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end!

"Okay, okay."

Maru Wu jumped out to intervene: "Shen Bei is awesome, Shen Bei is number one, is that ok?"

Man Yue's face was as cold and solemn as a glacier. He snorted and sat down again.

Shen Bei's anger and murderous intent were simply beyond words.

If Man Yue dares to say another word, this bullet will definitely pierce his forehead.

As for the internal conflict that started before the team even came out, Shen Bei didn't care what You Wuchang thought.

If you don’t want to die, come on, I’ll accompany you to the end!

Shen Bei's eyes were extremely unhappy, then he grinned and said loudly: "Xiao Wu, I like your attitude of telling the truth and not lying."

"Be careful, I'm older than you. It's not a disadvantage for you to call me Fifth Brother." Maru Wu's hoarse voice was also filled with anger.

Shen Bei snorted.

Ignore them no longer.

Shen Bei finally figured it out.

This team C consists of three fourth-level psychics, plus the fifth-level Third Master who is resting with his eyes closed.

They are all in the same gang.

I'm afraid they have already communicated with each other and are ready to deal with me?

When to start?

This is the problem Shen Bei needs to think about right now, and he must act first.

The timing must be well controlled so that you can attack the enemy by surprise.

Then, more than 20 people came up from the truck bed one after another, all of them were third-level psychics.

These people are temporarily riding in the same troop carrier.

Soon, the vehicles began to move slowly.

This time the journey was very long.

To reach Shelter No. 1, you need to drive about 500 kilometers.

Considering the wilderness's terrain, where there are roads and no roads everywhere, plus the need to avoid ferocious beasts or deal with some troubles, a conservative estimate is that it will take three days to walk.

Shen Bei looked at the car full of people in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed.

They could clearly form a team, but they were led by three fifth-level psychics.

Is Rock trying to increase the probability of the team being discovered by spreading out?

Shen Bei was not clear about the specific tasks of the three teams, but they were definitely different.

There are main forces, there are covers, and there are disruptions.

A typical true and false tactic.

"At some point, the three teams should separate."

Shen Bei thought briefly: "This node is the beginning of the mutation."

Staring at the back of the Third Master's head in the cab, Shen Bei smiled silently.

Curl up, close your eyes and rest.

Before the three teams separated, Shen Bei was absolutely safe.

With so many people around, the Third Master wouldn't take action in advance, and it would be difficult to explain to You Wuchang.

Only after they split up could he control the team without leaving any evidence behind.

almost.

Before doing the task.

First, we need to have an internal fight.

almost……