Lu Yanchen no longer refused Song Chi this time.
The young master would indeed get bored easily if he had to wait for him every day.
"Okay, let's go to the opposite city together tomorrow."
"Yeah, yeah, okay."
Song Chi looked up excitedly and gave Lu Yanchen a kiss.
Tomorrow he will compete with his fourth brother and Susu to see who can kill the most zombies.
The zombies in the opposite city didn't know they were being targeted by a group of big demons, and they were still rushing onto the bridge recklessly.
Especially those first and second level mutant zombies, all climbed onto the bridge.
At first glance, all the eyes are red.
In the dark, it's very scary.
"Eh!"
The soldier standing on the watchtower rubbed his arms with hair all over his body.
He stood high up and could see clearly the densely packed red eyes on the bridge and the large patches of red eyes at the entrance to the street opposite the bridge. He felt terrible.
The eighth-rank official psychic standing next to the soldier took a puff of his cigarette and calmly looked at the mutated zombies with eerie red eyes that lit up the hundreds-meter-long bridge. He said, "In a few months, the red eyes here will probably be all over the city. Now there are only a small number of them, so I'm afraid. I'll be scared to death in the future."
The soldier knew that what the uncle with superpowers said was right, but the number of red eyes now was already too numerous for him to bear.
If the whole city were filled with them, he would be scared just thinking about it.
"Don't worry, they won't have the chance to mutate again."
The smoke-breathing psychic uncle finished speaking and patted the soldier on the shoulder.
Although he didn't know what Lu Yanchen and his group were trying to do, he probably knew that Lu Yanchen and his group needed crystal cores.
There are so many mutated zombies in the city opposite. Lu Yanchen and his team will definitely continue to fight them tomorrow.
“Ahaha~”
The uncle with superpowers yawned and looked lazy.
Especially those with unshaven beards, they were not reliable at all, and the soldiers felt nervous just looking at them.
But suddenly, the uncle with superpowers' eyes suddenly became sharp.
He immediately used his special power to conjure up a charging sword, quickly raised it high, and sent it flying into the sky with a bang. The recoil caused his shoulders to tremble.
The next second, a second-level flying mutant zombie crashed to the ground with a big hole on its forehead.
“Roar, roar, roar, roar…”
The ordinary zombies outside the iron guardrails saw a corpse falling from a high altitude, and it was a second-level mutant zombie corpse, so they rushed forward like crazy.
Seeing the uncle with super powers, the soldier who shot the second-level flying mutant zombie in the head with one shot was full of admiration.
This is the weapon mutant!
You can just use your supernatural powers to create weapons.
I heard that an eighth-level weapon ability user can even transform a cannon, but I don’t know if it’s true.
The subordinates of the uncle with superpowers were sitting under the watchtower, yawning lazily with their heads tilted back, and they looked unreliable.
But in fact, he has been using his psychic abilities all the time.
Whether there are mutant zombies flying from the sky or passing through the iron guardrails from underground, he will know it at the first time.
The man wearing glasses sitting next to him was sitting at the table, typing away on his laptop.
This man's special ability is that he can create a computer.
He can also use his supernatural powers to create countless tiny, flying cameras.
His mission is to explore every blind spot in the city and prevent mutant zombies from breaking in.
The rooftop of the tallest building in the city is guarded by a sniper psychic who is good at killing mutant zombies from a distance, and a psychic floating high in the sky.
They all wore computer man superpower headphones and miniature cameras.
Once the computer male mutant gives them instructions, they will immediately go to clean up the zombies and ensure the safety of the city.
Anyone with special abilities who can join the official ranks and guard the iron gate is picked out of a hundred.
Its supernatural abilities are rare and unique.
Don’t be fooled by the fact that the psychics from the aristocratic families are so arrogant and look down on everyone.
When they encountered the psychics guarding the iron gate, they didn't dare to say a word.
Because these people are the real big guys, and they are no match for any one of them.
Looking at the aloof and difficult-to-touch Iron Fence psychics, who were currently taking advantage of their shift change, waving their chopsticks and eating their meals, he exclaimed, "The bento in this bento vending machine is damn delicious."
"The food in the breakfast vending machine is delicious too. I'm so drunk on the aroma."
"Ah~ This ice cola is refreshing."
…
Sitting around the fire, the ordinary psychics who were left on duty, as well as the psychics from the aristocratic families, all gasped and looked towards the long table.
Oh my god! Six people ate more than 200 bento boxes, which piled up all over the table.
The official soldiers on duty were no longer surprised and continued to patrol with their weapons.
When they arrived at the street entrance, they looked up and saw the lights on the buildings on both sides, and were dazed for a moment.
Looking at it this way, it feels like the scene before the end of the world, when it gets dark and everyone goes home and turns on the lights.
“That’s great!”
The soldier muttered as he looked up at the lights lining the street.
The soldier next to him also looked up, "Everything will be fine."
"The familiar days will surely return soon."
They all prayed for that day to come.
Huo Nian, who was on the eighth floor, stood by the window and watched the soldiers patrolling. He then looked down at the watchtower where an eighth-level psychic was stationed, and then closed the window.
“Cough cough cough…”
As soon as Huo Nian turned around, he choked on his own saliva.
Anyang was sitting on the big bed, raising his hand to adjust his pink cat ears. When he heard Huo Nian's cough, he blinked his eyes and turned back to look at Huo Nian.
He tilted his head, "Huo Nian, do you have a cold?"
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