"What is this?" Tang Ling squatted on the ground, held up a small flashlight, stretched out a finger and snatched the corpse that was only one-third the size of a human on the ground. He couldn't help but ask Feilong.

All this is too weird. After the huge creatures emerging from the ground are killed, their entire body will slowly melt.

After melting to a certain extent, a so-called "ontology" appeared in this broken huge body. This body is very small, only one-third of the size of a human being.

But the overall combat power of this monster is not weak. With Feilong's strength, he used several punches to barely beat it to death.

There is no doubt that Feilong's power is just an ordinary punch. Tang Ling has roughly calculated through precise instinct that his punching power has reached the level of 10,000 kilograms.

I glanced at Feilong quietly, looking like a pig's head, probably this is not the peak state.

As for why Feilong turned into a pig's head, Tang Ling had already "forgot" this process. In short, if he did not untire the Feilong in time just now, facing this little monster, the ending would be very ugly.

"Even if you transform, you are not an opponent." Tang Ling got the answer.

Faced with Tang Ling's problem, Feilong was a little absent-minded. He has not yet come up with a perfect reason to beat Tang Ling.

The dignified Captain Ziyue was beaten into a pig's head by a crescent warrior from the first preparation camp! If he talks about such a thing, would he be shameless?

Although this incident is not without a reason, for example, he was injected with a large dose of anesthetic, or an electrode-bound ring wrapped around his neck, which would form a special electric field that would affect his force field...

In addition, this electrode binding circle will emit a certain amount of current, making his whole body extremely numb and unable to use any force...

Otherwise, with the strength of this kid Tang Ling, even if he tried his best, he would not be able to hurt a hair of Feilong.

"Captain Feilong?" Tang Ling did not get an answer, and felt uncomfortable as if he was scratched by a cat.

But the appearance he showed was very innocent and honest at this time.

When calling for Feilong, the simple eyes that looked at Feilong were full of knowledge-seeking and serious eyes.

Feilong felt that his lungs were about to explode, but he could not find a reason for the attack.

In fact, the whole thing was also quite "fantasy" in his heart. He thought that his fate of becoming a "bargaining chip" could no longer be changed, because his existence would make the safety zone No. 17 very difficult.

No matter what the outcome is, he is destined to be nailed to the pillar of shame and become a joke, but he did not expect that he would be rescued by Tang Ling, the kid.

It’s considered to be saved. Now when I think back on that scene, Feilong doesn’t know how to describe it... This kid didn’t say a word and stuffed a grenade to it!!

I guess it died very unfairly, right? It was attacked by a kid who is still in the form of a "weak chicken" type of combat power.

I think it is also a great captain... If it weren't for various coincidences, a grenade would definitely not be able to hurt it.

Even if it is stuffed into your mouth, that is...!

That was still very bad. Feilong asked himself that a grenade was stuffed into his mouth, and the concussion was the mildest result.

But is my current result better than a concussion? My face is swollen like a pig's head.

Who believes it? A boy from the First Preparatory Camp seriously injured a captain in the R area of ​​Underground World, and then beat up Captain Ziyue in the No. 17 safe area of ​​Humanity.

Do you need a reason to beat him up for such a boy? No.

Thinking of this, Feilong suddenly looked at Tang Ling's kind smile. Tang Ling was suddenly creepy. Feilong suddenly smiled like a wild boar, and she felt exactly the same as a wild boar grinning at him.

Tang Ling wanted to run away, but he had a bad premonition.

However, Feilong had stretched out his big hand and grabbed Tang Ling's collar, and his smile became brighter.

"I'm innocent."

"I am your savior."

Tang Ling had only had time to shout these two words, and saw a huge fist getting closer to his face, and then a golden star appeared in his eyes.

**

A crisis was resolved invisibly under the timely action of the city lord Wolf Andorra.

In the end, although Wolf's call received no response, the retreating beasts had already explained it all.

The enemy is afraid, and the city lord is invincible.

Hope barriers began a carnival, and it seemed that the top leaders were happy to cooperate with such carnival and rarely distributed alcohol for free.

Suddenly, the barriers of hope that are filled with iron blood and battles on weekdays become a carnival.

"It's very lively outside." Henk sat down next to Andrew with a glass of red wine.

Tonight was a really ups and downs, but the final victory belonged to Andrew, and that was enough for Henk.

What is victory? This concept has always been abstract, but the smile on the corner of Andrew's mouth will not deceive people.

Only when he is really happy will he subconsciously restrain himself, purs the corners of his lips, and try not to make his smile appear too proud.

But Henk was very familiar with such a micro-expression. Looking at this smile, Henk thought that Andrew had achieved his goal.

"Hiki? The bustle outside may not be really lively. It's just that some comfort is needed for those who don't know the truth." Andrew shook his wine glass.

Even in the First Preparatory Camp, his life with Henk was a luxury, which was the result of strength.

"Why do you say that?" Henke asked casually. He didn't really care. Andrew was interested in talking, so he could cooperate.

"What would they think if a true knowledgeable man sees the beasts, corpses and mutant insects on the ruined battlefield? "When Andrew said this, despite trying his best to control it, he still smiled clearly.

"This is really bad." Henk frowned.

"Yes, it's bad. The safety zone 17 has not relied on much. Wolf must come back to take charge of the overall situation and can never leave." Speaking of this, Andrew took a sip of red wine: "But it should not be of much use, and the enemy's concerns may not be Wolf at all."

"What are their concerns?" Henk was not happy. He had a relationship with the No. 17 safe area where he grew up, but this relationship was not as good as his friendship with Andrew.

"This is a secret." Andrew still smiled, then knocked his finger unconsciously, "But for me, this is very good news. Because the family's choice is the right one."

"My analysis at the beginning also deviated from the direction. Only now did I realize that no one thought about victory in this battle was just the first time that they launched a great cooperation to test each other's sincerity. It proved sincerity, that's enough."

Henk lowered his head and didn't speak. How could he not understand the implications of Andrew's words?

It turns out that the battle tonight was sacrificed by so many people, but it was just a test of each other between cooperative forces? It was to test whether the other party was absolutely reliable and could cooperate in depth.

Or maybe it can be said that through this battle, some things were placed on the table more clearly, and no one could "off the boat" and completely tied to death.

It’s like the Ans family has been deeply imprinted with the ‘traitor’ and never had any choice since then.

But, is it really appropriate to do this? Henk still felt a little reluctant in his heart, and many soldiers died.

"Little Henk, you're wrong. The 17th safe zone will always be the 17th safe zone. The difference is that the people who lead it are different. Good birds choose trees to live in. As duckweeds that go with the flow, we only need to choose a strong leader, which is enough." Andrew put down his wine glass and touched Henk's blonde hair.

"Hmm." Henk felt a little better inside, and what Andrew said always makes sense.

"Unless one day, I can be the leader. At that time..." Andrew narrowed his eyes.

But it quickly changed the topic: "So, not everyone is very happy in this carnival. I think there are several people unhappy in the First Preparatory Camp. Isn't it?"

"Yes, they were very sad. Deer went to see it. After all, Auston was a member of his family. He tried to persuade Auston to take this opportunity to get out of the group, but it was unpleasant." Henk told Andrew truthfully.

"No one can convince a stupid person." Andrew shook his head lightly, Auston was not taken seriously by him.

He was in a good mood. Although he was very sure that Tang Ling could not survive, the news further proved this.

When the month is over, he can get the merits. What kind of reward will he get? Could it be an item that flows out of a mysterious place in the legend?

If so, he must give it to Henk, he must grow up soon.

By the way, I have already inquired about it. Warehouse No. 19 has completely become a ruin. Is this a foolproof thing?

It seems that taking advantage of the situation is the means that a wise person should use. This also shows how important it is to control information.

Andrew held the wine glass, and the various thoughts that emerged in his mind made him think a little sensible, while Henk did not disturb him and chose to sit quietly beside him, just as the hustle and bustle outside could not disturb the peace between them.

**

"So, is it an underground race?" Tang Ling frowned. Even if it was just a simple expression, it overwhelmed his swollen face.

The next moment, he grinned his teeth, but when he opened his mouth, there was another tearing pain, which made Tang Ling couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Hahaha." Feilong smiled very unconventional, but his swollen face could not bear the expression of laughter. He ended up crying with Tang Ling.

The two of them dared not "do" anymore, and at the same time they returned to their calm and calm appearance, just looking at each other like two foxes of all sizes.

"I will definitely beat Feilong to death if I have the chance in the future." Tang Ling thought so in her heart.

"If you have time in the future, you will beat this kid once a month." Feilong's idea was also very simple.

However, the two of them had a very tacit understanding and did not mention this, but instead continued to talk about the topic of underground race.

"Yes, underground races. There is another civilization underground. They are completely different from human civilizations, but that is indeed the same civilization." Feilong took a sip of the cigarette that he had plundered from Tang Ling and gave a faint breath of smoke.

Speaking of underground race, this is a very heavy topic, and it is very heavy for anyone who knows it.

"I don't believe it. The previous civilization did not record any civilization underground. The technology of the previous civilization is so developed. If there really is a civilization underground, how could such a big thing not be detected?" Tang Ling expressed his own point of view.

He refused, and was even more unwilling to admit that there was civilization underground. He was more willing to believe that what he saw was a special monster that appeared in this era and lived underground.

It's like a corpse.

Tang Ling likes reading and loves thinking more. He can clearly understand what it means if a planet has two completely different races, and they are all intelligent races, and they have developed their own civilization?

War, real war! Unlike humans, the struggle between beasts and mutant insects and corpses, there is only a war of extermination between two intelligent races.

There is no possibility of peace, there is no such thing as! Even if the former civilization is so developed, among the same race, discrimination cannot be eliminated due to differences in skin color, let alone two completely different civilizations?

This is what Tang Ling subconsciously thought of. He was unwilling to think about more things, he just wanted to deny them.

Looking at Tang Ling's serious appearance, Feilong was slightly silent for a while.
To be continued...