The corridor was full of fire and wailings, and the flesh and blood were scattered like raindrops. Sun Zhan shot at every target that could move like a madman. He didn't care about who the other party was, and he did not care about the consequences that would cause such a thing. He aimed and shot extremely accurately without any effort.

There were no obstacles in the open corridor. The soldiers in charge of the guards became Sun Zhan’s primary target of attack. Since it was inside the base, the guards did not wear large-caliber attack weapons and only had 9mm assault rifles. Most of them were first- and second-level reinforced people, and they had no power to fight back in front of Sun Zhan, who had a strong strength of up to fourth-level reinforced strength.

A soldier rushed out of the hidden room sideways and was about to raise his gun to shoot, but was hit in the abdomen by a shell shot from the air, and the whole person was blown into two pieces on the spot.

The staff in military uniforms were shocked and fled in all directions. Although they had injected enhancement potion, their military ranks were much lower than Sun Zhan and they were not considered powerful figures. The biological power generated by the enhancement potion directly triggered a suppression effect with its level. The 30-mm shells that emerged from the chamber roared everywhere, causing explosions and flames in the corridors. The walls were blown up one by one, and countless cracks extended scattered along the ground and ceiling.

In just a few seconds, all sixteen rounds of ammunition were empty. Sun Zhan flexibly pressed the backup ammunition socket on his left shoulder, calmly threw away the chain empty slot with temperature, and pulled out a 9mm assault rifle from his backpack behind him. With a sneer that almost solidified on his face, he pointed the muzzle more than five meters ahead. A young officer who was interrupted and crawled hard in the bricks and stone rubble.

He was a major, and the second adjutant under Sun Zhan, and one of the people he trusted the most.

He is a shy young man and the nephew of the director of the Logistics Management Center of the Administrative Headquarters. Sun Zhan attaches great importance to him and is like a confidant to train him.

There was no trace of blood on the major's face. He lay on the ground full of plasma and gravel, gasping for breath. Next to him, there were more than a dozen corpses. They were all acquaintances they met in this office area. Now, they have become dead people.

Second-level reinforcement people can avoid bullets by observing opponents' movements. However, this method does not include surpassing their own reinforcement level. The comprehensive administrative headquarters does not belong to a combat unit, and the staff here have almost never been on the battlefield. Most of the time, reinforcement abilities are just skills they use as games and lifestyle changes. For example: when throwing darts, see who throws farther and more accurately? Usually reads faster and remembers more content than before. Or, compete in bed with whose endurance is more lasting? Who can ⊥The woman under her makes a more shrill, loud, crazy scream?

Sun Zhan is the only fourth-level reinforcement here and immediately formed a state of complete crushing at the administrative headquarters.

"No, don't kill me"

Looking at Sun Zhan who was approaching him step by step, the young major crawled desperately towards the end of the corridor opposite. He felt that the oxygen in his lungs was not enough, and the energy was quickly disappearing with the blood flowing from the wound. Despite this, he still did not stop the movements in his hand, but he looked quite stiff, as if he had seriously damaged human puppets.

Sun Zhan casually pointed the muzzle at the major's back, pulled the trigger upward along the spine on the back hip.

Every time the gunshots, the major would scream like a human voice. He felt his body bent to the ground, and he didn't understand why Sun Zhan, a kind-hearted old man, became so crazy. The major instinctively wanted to turn over his body and beg for mercy, but a bullet shot through the back of his head on the spot. His eyes suddenly rolled up, his lips widened, and he could no longer make a sound.

There are corpses everywhere, and scattered wires are exposed on the inner walls of the collapsed walls. Their plastic skins are burning, and flames are rising on the roofs and walls, burning black tracks, making "crackling" sounds, and blue flashes generated when the current collides.

Sun Zhan looked at the empty corridor and his face looked a little pale.

He continued to walk forward, stepping on a broken brick under his feet, making a crushing sound. The movements in his hands did not slow down at all, and he still searched for targets between the ruins and the corpses, and shot the wounded without expression on his face.

"Clang————"

Behind him, a thick steel gate fell from the central passage leading to the neighboring area. Immediately afterwards, three electrical control doors that were dozens of centimeters thick quickly closed from both sides, completely blocking the retreat behind Sun Zhan. The electronic microphone set up on the ceiling also emitted a sharp and harsh alarm.

A large number of fully armed soldiers appeared at the entrance of the passage directly in front of the corridor. Several confidential departments of the administrative headquarters were distributed on both sides of the corridor, and an armed squad was responsible for the guards on both sides of the corridor. They were attracted by the alarm and gunfire. They relied on the gate of the passage in front of them as a cover, and pointed the black muzzle at the gray figure deep in the corridor.

The explosion and flame triggered the fire switch on the ceiling. The fine water splashed everywhere like a rain curtain. The dense water lines made Sun Zhan’s face blurry. The guards who heard the news could not distinguish the other party’s identity. They could only rely on their thinking consciousness to lock in the target and tilt the firepower fiercely.

More than a dozen assault rifles sounded at the same time, and dense bullets instantly merged into violent metal turbulences, hitting Sun Zhan's body fiercely like hail.

The corridor space is limited, the number of guards has an absolute advantage, and the dense strafing has almost no dead corners. Although Sun Zhan's strengthening physique is as high as the fourth level, there is no room for refuge. The only thing he can do is turn his body sideways and rely on the bulletproof ceramic armor sheets on the shoulders and arms of the protective suit, and rush towards the end of the corridor.

The impact of the 9mm warhead is huge, and the ceramic armor sheet cannot withstand the attack like a storm. The black enamel surface cracks on the spot, with bullet holes as the core, and tiny cracks like spider webs are scattered. The soft parts of Kevlar material barely maintain the integrity of the ceramic fragments, but they cannot stop the continued flying bullets tearing Sun Zhan's skin and drilling into the muscles.

The blood flowed from his left shoulder, and the surface of the combat suit was already in pieces. Sun Zhan didn't care about the rain of bullets that violently tear his flesh and blood. His body tilted and rushed towards the most dense position of the guard like a meteor.

In just a few seconds, Sun Zhan had crossed the corridor more than 100 meters long. He sneered, completed the movements of turning and waving his arms in the air, roaring wildly, and hitting a lieutenant standing in front with his fist.

The extremely powerful force penetrated the lieutenant's chest on the spot. He lowered his head and saw an arm that was sank into his body. Then he raised his head in difficulty and pain, just in time to meet Sun Zhan's extremely ferocious face.

The dying lieutenant suddenly opened his eyes wide and murmured in disbelief: "Minister Sun, it turns out to be you..."

Only when he got closer could the lieutenant see clearly that the attacker was actually a general who was always high. The huge contrast and the past concept immediately clashed violently. The lieutenant could not understand, nor did he understand what was going on with Sun Zhan? He only knew that the old man who was usually kind-hearted and always walked by his wardrobe, raised his hand to salute with a smile, actually shattered his heart.

"I want to kill all of you----"

Sun Zhan was completely immersed in the pleasure of killing and blood. His face was covered with blood, his gray hair was covered with blood, and his face, which was only pulled by his muscles, looked particularly ferocious at this moment. Because the distance was too close and the impact was too fast, the bullets fired by the guards failed to cause fatal injuries to him, but made him feel unprecedented madness in the pain.

It turns out that killing people is also a refreshing thing. This is completely different from the murder of the poor and helpless secretary in the gym. It also has the pleasure of crushing the corresponding opponent and the opponent is completely at a disadvantage. Sun Zhan sneered, "Hehehehe" and directly used a terrible power that ordinary people could not imagine, shook the dying lieutenant away from his arm, then quickly turned the 30mm machine cannon on his shoulder and the assault rifle held in his right hand, and began to shoot wildly.

The entire corridor was completely overwhelmed by the strong smell of gunpowder, and the glass inlaid on both sides of the houses and walls were also shattered. Sun Zhan was like a beast that tasted blood, chasing every target he could see. In front of him, the guards with only the second-level strengthening strength were no match for him. Bullets shot and killed soldiers in a narrow space. Occasionally, several guards rushed to the vicinity, and Sun Zhan directly slashed into the skull with his fingers, roaring like a madman, twisting the entire head on the spot.

In less than half a minute, a guard team was wiped out. In addition to the staff who were shot and killed by Sun Zhan, the number of dead has exceeded hundreds.

The entire corridor has become hell.

There were scattered flesh and broken limbs everywhere, and the blood soaked every inch of the blank on the floor. The soft and tattered internal organs were hung in the middle of the broken steel and concrete, and the walls were dyed a strange red color by the blood and fire water spilled on the roof. The shells were mixed with meat residue and bones, and the rubble covered the messy parts of the gun. The nostrils were filled with only two smells: blood and smoke.

Sun Zhan stood between the blood mud and the flesh. He gasped heavily, and the muscles on his face twitched, as if the most brutal devil in hell.

Although he had injected the fourth-level enhancement potion, he was old after all. His age could never compete with time. His thinking consciousness could capture the flight trajectory of the bullets, but he could not effectively avoid it in a narrow space. If it weren't for the special level of the battle suit on his body, which was a special level for major generals or above, and had a very strong bulletproof rate, Sun Zhan would have been seriously injured and dying.

Since Su Hao cannot be sent to hell, then the spare position in hell can only be yours.

Neither Yuan Zhicheng nor Zhao Zhikai would lend a helping hand to him. Even they were helpless against Su Hao, and Su Hao's next goal would be himself. The people in the military would only stand by and watch. Mingzhe's self-protection is their eternal philosophy of life. For a person who is bound to die, their favorite way is to watch and smash a few stones.

The plan to siege the new Guiyang base completely failed. Although it is not clear why the vehicles and machinery frequently fail? Why do soldiers continue to experience epilepsy symptoms? But Sun Zhan understood that everything is inseparable from Su Hao.

Su Hao.

Su Hao

Su Hao

Sun Zhan roared viciously, picked up several magazines from the scattered corpse, put them in his pocket, and wiped the blood flowing down his cheeks hard, cursing this name that was almost nightmare to him in his mind, and slowly walked towards another corridor.

Jing No. 1 Base is a large fortress with the strongest defense capabilities and the best comprehensive performance among all base cities. There are dense traps set up between levels and areas, and there are as many as 10,000 electronic alerts and various monitoring facilities.

The battle at the administrative headquarters immediately attracted the attention of the surveillance center. The nearest guards were quickly sent to the site of the incident. Two mecha combat squadrons were completed within five minutes and were working together with the special service guards to block all exits around the area where Sun Zhan is currently located. In order to prevent accidents, the entire administrative headquarters was located urgently locked, and as many as four steel gates were closed.

Zhao Zhikai sat on the head of the central command room, with a cold face and sharp eyes.

When he received the news, he felt that something must be wrong with his ears. Sun Zhan, who was usually taciturn, would kill people like a madman? I'm afraid such a thing is unreasonable. Wasn't that guy obsessed with seeking power? Didn't he rack his brains to gain real power in the combat troops? Why did he do such a crazy move? Doesn't he understand that doing so will only add to himself the personal stains that the opponent attacks with words?

The camera set on the zenith of the corridor faithfully records all Sun Zhan's actions.

He carried a single-soldier cannon on his shoulder and an assault rifle in his hand. Sun Zhan was shooting almost invisible to the naked eye, and every shaking figure was his target of attack. In order to achieve the extreme destruction effect, all the shells fired by the cannon were grenades. The moment he hit the target, an extremely bright fireball immediately burst out, and the energy released by the explosion reached a fearsome and terrifying level in the narrow space. The ground where Sun Zhan walked was in a mess, with corpses and rubble everywhere, and there were obvious and clear fist marks on the walls.

He has left the "H" area of ​​the administrative headquarters and walked towards the adjacent "A" area.

Sun Zhan stopped in front of a closed door.

He seemed to have discovered something, and he held his breath for a moment, and suddenly slammed the door hard. The camera in the side direction accurately captured the scene inside the room that Sun Zhan saw: This was a very small storage room, with seven or eight women in uniform curled up in the room. Judging from the badges on his chest, they all belonged to the electromechanical and electrical communication department. They surrounded each other, sat on the ground, opened their mouths wide, and stared blankly at Sun Zhan, who was standing at the door with cruel and fanatic eyes.

These women are not in the combat organization, they have only injected first-level enhancement potion. In the chaos, they instinctively wanted to find safe shelter, but did not leave before the area gate was closed. In desperation, they could only hide in the storage room secretly, hoping that they would not be discovered here and escape by chance.

However, things went against my wishes.

Looking at these terrified women, Sun Zhan raised his hand with a grim smile, twisted the individual cannon carried on his left shoulder, raised the gun body, and extended another alloy tube from under the simple gun seat. When his thumb pulled down the control valve, a ball of orange-red flames also whistled out of the mouth of the tube, shooting straight towards the group of trembling women.

This individual cannon is a modified special combat model. In addition to the normal gunfire supply system, it also comes with a small flamethrower. Of course, it does not carry much fuel, and can only maintain a combat consumption of five minutes at most. If the gunfire system is removed and the high-capacity fuel back bucket is added, you can get completely different combat effects.

While the flames soared into the air, the women were also in a mess. They screamed and crowded towards the door of the room, trying to escape, but Sun Zhan forced him back on the spot with a flamethrower. The air suddenly filled with the fragrance of muscles and fat after being baked by high temperatures, and there were tragic shouts. The women ran around in the narrow storage room, hitting the wall with their heads and bodies, and their faces quickly deformed and turned black in the flames. The large balls of fallen skin and clothes began to burn. They struggled weakly, but could not compete with the flames for the air. Soon, they had lost their ability to move and lay on the ground and stopped moving.

Sun Zhan looked at these women who were burned to death like black charcoal with unfulfilled eyes. The skin changed from white to brown and then turned to carbonized black. This process was no different from meat barbecue. The only difference was the difference in the appearance and volume of the body of barbecue and the woman.

Throwing away the fuel-exhausted injector, Sun Zhan held his breath and approached a burned woman. He lifted his foot and stepped hard on the surface of the black and hot corpse. Suddenly, a heart-wrenching crispy piece broke from the bottom of the military boots, and the black brittle skin squeezed and dispersed by gravity loosened one after another, revealing pink muscles mixed with a large amount of white steam.

This is a very painful way of death. But Sun Zhan just wants to do this. He has no grudges and grudges with these women, he just wants to torture others to death. Only in this way can he feel the joy of thrill.

Zhao Zhikai and everyone in the command center witnessed this scene with their own eyes. The extremely cruel method of massacre made people tremble and continued to produce extremely strong anger.

"Why did he do this?"

"I know those women who were killed, very young, and they are all executives in the communications department."

"He has no mercy at all and must kill him."

Zhao Zhikai stared at the old figure on the screen with a sharp gaze, and casually clicked on the preset channel of the electronic communicator. Suddenly, a vigorous and powerful voice filled the empty corridor.

"Sun Zhan, I am General Zhao Zhikai, Chairman of the Military Department. I ordered my weapons to be put down immediately and surrender to the nearest guards. Otherwise, kill them without any consequences."
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