He could never have imagined that this old guy would suddenly turn against him!

"Why..." Zhai Gui asked with difficulty, his voice hoarse and weak.

Zhang Cuzi did not answer, but used all his strength to stab the gun barrel in his hand forward fiercely.

Silence, deathly silence.

Zhai Gui's expression froze, as if time had stopped at that moment.

His cunning eyes were now filled with incredible horror.

There was a hoarse sound in his throat, like a broken bellows. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the fishy-sweet taste stimulated everyone's nerves.

"Why..." Zhai Gui's vitality was rapidly fading away. He uttered a few words with difficulty, his voice as hoarse as a broken gong.

Zhang the Cripple did not answer. His one eye was fixed on Zhai Gui. His wrinkled face had twisted muscles and looked hideous and terrifying.

His one intact eye was burning with rage, as if it wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.

He clenched the broken gun barrel in his hand, veins bulged on his arms, and using all the remaining strength in his body, he thrust the gun barrel in hard.

“Puff!”

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was clearly heard by everyone, making their scalp tingle.

Zhai Gui's body twitched violently for a few times, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Bright red blood gushed out from his neck like a flood, staining the ground red.

Zhang Cuzi slowly straightened up, breathing heavily, as if he had used up all his strength.

His hunched back looked extremely sad and lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Thirty years ago, the Governor's Office betrayed my father. Today is the time to settle accounts!" Zhang Guizi's hoarse voice was filled with endless hatred and vicissitudes.

The flame of hatred had burned in his heart for thirty years, and was finally released today.

Blood slowly flowed down Zhang Quezi's cuffs, soaking his tattered military uniform.

An ancient emblem was faintly visible in the pool of blood - it was the family emblem of the Mu treasure hunter.

It turns out that he has been enduring and waiting!

"You..." Han Zhiyuan stared in amazement at what was happening before his eyes. His mind went blank, completely unable to understand this sudden reversal.

This old guy is actually an undercover agent? !

"Mads! You are all crazy!" The Korean volunteer screamed hysterically, his sanity completely collapsed.

He rushed to the main console frantically, his hands operating the bronze compass quickly.

Strange energy fluctuations emanated from the compass, and the entire space began to tremble violently.

"Self-destruction program activated! Everyone must die!" The Korean volunteer was like a madman.

"Oh no! He is going to detonate the energy cloud!" Mou Xuan's face changed drastically. He grabbed Chen Yao beside him and rushed towards the wall.

“Boom!”

The deafening explosion resounded throughout the space.

The entire cloud of supernatural power began to collapse violently, like a huge black hole, swallowing up everything around it.

Just when Mou Xuan was about to hit the wall, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

In the collapsing cloud, a holographic projection slowly emerged.

It was the figure of a middle-aged man. He was wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked gentle, but gave people an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Wu Yinyang?!" Mu Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted. He recognized the man. It was the chief scientist of the Governor's Office, Wu Yinyang!

"It's time to end your father's experiment..." Wu Yinyang's voice was cold and ruthless, as if he was sentencing someone to death.

Mou Xuan's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. He knew that a bigger crisis was yet to come.

At the same time, Han Zhiyuan had already inserted the bronze compass into the coordinates of the Governor's Mansion.

"Now……"