"Your master!" For the first time in his life, a certain alien cursed. He stood up and looked back at Hu Yang, who was still pointing his gun at him, ready to shoot at any time.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Hu Yang fired three shots in a row, while shouting at the door:

"Attention all team members! There is an extremely dangerous alien parasite here! For the survival of all mankind, all team members quickly return and kill it at all costs... Um."

Black silk blocked Hu Yang's mouth and tied his arms behind his back. Hu Yang looked at the zombies entangled by black silk and their half-sucked remains, and was so scared that he twisted and struggled madly.

The black-haired boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth (a bullet just pierced my stomach...), and stood up from the ground. While slowly walking towards Hu Yang, he reached into his chest and abdomen that had transformed into black pulp, and took out bullets one by one. Until he walked in front of the deputy captain who had peed his pants out of fear, he had just taken out four bullets, threw them aside, patted Hu Yang on the shoulder and said:

"Don't you know that the sound insulation here is very good?"

The black-haired boy glanced at the closed door and continued:

"They can't hear it at all, and they are now busy trying to find ways to block the door so that they can retreat to the corridor."

"Also, let me clarify. A parasite is a life form that parasitizes the host. And I am the original body." The black-haired boy pointed to his chest.

"What I absorbed was food." The black-haired boy pointed at the densely packed corpses.

"There is no host here, so I am not surviving as a parasite. Do you understand?" the black-haired boy concluded.

Upon hearing this, the deputy captain Hu Yang, who was trembling and paralyzed in the arms of Black Silk, could no longer hold on. His eyes rolled back and he passed out.

The black-haired boy no longer cared about him, but quickly passed through the shelves, like an afterimage, and loaded another forty barrels of gasoline, then his entire body transformed into Black Silk and rushed out through the crack of the door. (System 2d14: Eh? The perspective is so strange now! It's as if the host has eyes all over his body!)

At the same time, the other members of the Flame Squad had already fled to the corridor. A certain alien took advantage of the darkness and quietly appeared in the team, pushing and shoving with them to run out.

A group of people ran out of the yard and rushed to the van, followed closely by a large group of zombies.

"Drive quickly!" The psychics who got on the car shouted one after another. After the last person got on the car, the van suddenly accelerated and sped away from the town.

"How many people are back?" asked a psychic who stayed behind.

So the members who had just recovered from the shock began to look around and check.

"Hua Lian and Captain Hu are not back." One person said.

"Hua Lian's neck was bitten by the zombies at that time. Captain Hu was running at the back. There were several level 3 zombies in there..."

The car fell silent. They didn't expect that this mission would cause them to lose their deputy captain.

"That kid with space abilities has escaped!" Someone finally remembered their mission this time.

"Did you fill up the gas just now?"

"How much gas did you fill up?"

Although two people died, the remaining psychics were still very concerned about gasoline and hurriedly asked the boy.

The black-haired boy said concisely: "10,000 liters, you get 9,000."

So on the way back, the atmosphere in the van slowly became cheerful again.

When they arrived at the parking lot of the military trucks and jeeps, the members of the Lieyan Base got out of the trucks and informed their teammates waiting in the trucks of the news of the reduction in personnel. The black-haired boy also took out 9,000 liters of gasoline from the space and handed it to Lieyan. The two teams parted ways.

After the two trucks drove away, the members of the Changfeng Base surrounded the black-haired boy and carefully checked him to confirm whether he was injured in this dangerous hijacking. Even the big man Wu Yi, who had suspected a certain alien, said to the black-haired boy with self-blame:

"Our Changfeng's attacking psychics are too useless! They can't even protect their own team members!"

Aunt Huang said distressedly: "How can you shoot at yourself, kid! What if something happens..."

Xu Yuncheng patted the black-haired boy on the back and praised sincerely: "You did a good job today."

The alien looked at the Changfeng team members and felt that they had suffered a great injustice, and corrected them:

"We didn't suffer any loss, did we? For one mission, Lieyan sent out more than 20 people, and two of them died. We only sent out one person, and we were not injured. In the end, Lieyan got 9 barrels of gasoline, but we got 40 barrels. No matter how you count it, they suffered a big loss!"

The members of Changfeng understood one after another:

"Yes, they also died two people!"

"We got a lot of gasoline for free!"

"How can it be free? Xiaoyi risked his life to get it!"

Then someone finally caught the point: "Xiaoyi, how many barrels did you just say???"

"40 barrels, 1000L each. I originally had 50 cubic meters of space, but the plastic barrels still took up space, and there were still several hundred kilograms of food in the space that had not been taken out, so I only put in 49 barrels of gasoline. After distributing 9000L to Lieyan, we still have 40,000 liters left. Next, I have to trouble everyone to repack their luggage. There are only 9 cubic meters left in the space, which may not be able to fit in." The black-haired boy said as he looked at the mess of miscellaneous items and bedding on the side of the road.

The members of Changfeng Base: "..."

After a moment of silence.

"Xiaoyi, you are so amazing!"

"Wow! Our Changfeng has made a fortune this time!"

Everyone was hit by this sudden and huge surprise, and they all praised a certain alien. I can't believe that this quiet teenager just won dozens of tons of gasoline for the base! The excited Changfeng members chattered about the adventure and started to clean up the mess. Xu Yuncheng, who had known everything for a long time, smiled and said nothing.

Half an hour later, everyone put the packed luggage back into the black-haired boy's space, and learned from the lesson and put some old clothes and expired oats in the van to make it look good. After that, the group continued their journey south with laughter.

In the gasoline depot of Huai'an Town

Hu Yang woke up in a staff dormitory surrounded by black silk.

"Help!" Hu Yang jumped up and stabbed the black vines around him with wooden thorns like raindrops.

The surrounding Black Silk ignored this, and threw a box of purified water and a bag of biscuits into the house in a high-cold manner, and then continued to maintain their original form and stand guard.

That night, the Changfeng base settled down in a rest stop beside the highway. After dinner, the Changfeng members who had been tired all day went back to their rooms to sleep.

A certain alien returned to his room as he was told. After closing the door and leaving Black Silk as the doorman, the black-haired boy began to call his own system. Unexpectedly, 2d14 burst into tears:

"Host! Why did you point a gun at me today? You almost shot me in the head!"

A certain alien was a little timid. If he really shot, he could just use black silk to reshape his body, but the system bound to this organic matter...

Black-haired boy: "What will happen to the system if the host of the system dies?"

System 2d14 cried and sobbed: "A system can only have one host. If the host dies, the system will return to the host and be formatted! So the Salvation Alliance only has hundreds of thousands of taskers now, but the system number has been queued up. zz plus the last four digits, because after the previous savior died, the system also disappeared, and those numbers are empty, wow! "

Black-haired boy: "Don't worry, I will never die. If this body dies accidentally, you can look around and I will use black silk to transform into another body and resurrect. Then we can rebind it, okay?"

System 2d14: "Okay."

After a while, 2d14, who finally found that he seemed to have gained immortality, became happy again, and began to nag to recommend the advantages of the Savior Alliance Forum to a certain alien:

"Host! How about we owe another 20 points to get the login rights to the World Salvation Alliance Forum!"

An alien: "Why are you so obsessed with logging into the forum? Have you been waiting for it since the last mission world?" He

said guiltily: "No, no."

An alien was too lazy to ask: "Forget it, log in!"

"Okay, host! Ding! The Savior Alliance forum has been logged in. I have found the post of Mission World C for you! There is a summary of the taskers at the top: those saviors who have been here for dozens of months seem to have been helping the major bases to eliminate zombies..."

An alien was not interested in this: "Oh."

System 2d14 saw the impatience of its host and asked weakly: "Host! Then I won't read... Then, can I post on the forum like other new systems? Just record our growth process? I don't know how to use my real name!"

An alien said indifferently: "You post it."

So System 2d14 secretly posted a post on the public section of the forum:

"Record of my and the host's life of saving the world"

As a new system starting with zz, I'm posting a post to record my and the host's first novice mission~ 5 days ago, I just came to the B planet with a difficulty coefficient of 0.3 with the host, and then I was surprised to find that the supervisor of our novice mission this time was the SSS-level god named H whom I have admired for a long time...

... The host and I finally completed the mission and got the points: 389.33·200·40·0.3·100%=934392 points. In the future, the host and I will continue to work hard~

1st floor: sofa~ We are all newbies who started with zz, come to hug each other for warmth.

2nd floor: The fake newbie who started with bench~zy came to join the group, but has not accumulated more than 100 points so far, crying~

……

10th floor: Do the people above only look at the questions and not the content? He got 930,000 points in one try! How can this be a group post? It's clearly a bragging post!

……

50th floor: Watching the masters in the front row!

51st floor: Watching the masters!

52nd floor: I have 70 points in three tasks and came here to keep warm. After reading the post, I hugged myself who was shivering with cold……

……

100th floor: Am I the only one who found that the host's task contribution is 100%? Then that SSS-level master has 0 points?

The forum exploded instantly!

...

2998th floor: The legendary SSS-level boss scored 0 points, strong onlookers!

2999th floor: Ding! Tourist group check-in~

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9999th floor: Long article: "A look at this legendary great man named H"

Z Star

System 099: "Ding! Your friend Xiaoyun sends you greetings: Huo Li, how are you doing recently?"

System 099: "Ding! Your friend Xiaoshuidi sends you greetings: Huo Li, is there anything wrong with your mental power?"

System 099: "Ding! Your friend Xiaomao sends you greetings: Brother Huo, if you encounter any difficulties, be sure to tell us!"

Huo Li, who was holding a strategic meeting to attack the Zerg home planet, had to interrupt his speech, apologized to the hundreds of generals on the scene, and hurried out of the conference hall:

"099, what's going on?"