All the aliens surrounded Fang Muli and covered the three layers of the outer three layers.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Since the reporter's friend likes interviewing, then please satisfy him and let him have enough interviews."

This interview is not the same. The alien surrounding Fang Mu smiled grimly, and the faces caused by the burns were particularly hideous.

"He's finished."

The young man in the dark shook his head.

Although this man wearing a bronze mask seems very strong, he is still a little worse than the geniuses in the hearts of young people.

After all, even those alien self-destruction have to hide. The food is really too delicious.

"He probably has... Damn it!"

The young man no longer knew that he had said a few words, because Fang Mu, who was surrounded by aliens, had changed.

"Ding, being attacked by resentful souls, resentment +1+1+1..."

It continued until it did not increase anymore. Fang Mu calculated and it rang about 30 times.

30 o'clock resentment, you'll get rich!

Fang Mu held the blood-killing gun in his hand and smiled.

This trip was really a huge profit. Thirty points of resentment, if you use it well, you can directly improve it.

It's just right, other abilities should be improved as well.

But now is not the time, because...

Fang Mu glanced at the aliens who were still attacking him frantically. The Blood Sword Spear was attacked, and the Liaoyuan spear was as good as the wind and fire. A cold light suddenly appeared on the tip of the spear!

As the saying goes, the moon stick and the year knife will be a lifelong gun. The gun technique emphasizes the gun being inseparable from the handle and the handle being inseparable from the waist. A true master of gun use will always use force on the waist.

Liaoyuan's gun technique is extremely practical, and each move has been simplified. This simplification removes complex routines and focuses on the most direct lethality.

The so-called prairie fire, every shot is like wildfire, and when the gun is out, killing the enemy is like mowing grass.

By stopping, taking, and stabbing, Fang Mu could take away a large number of aliens with each shot, and wherever the blood-demon gun passed, it was broken.

At this time, Fang Mu was like a reckless man, rushing around among the alien group. In fact, all the actions were only less than two breaths, and no alien was alive.

The young man hiding in the dark twitched the corners of his mouth, and after secretly changing the angle, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it should be fine if I stood from his perspective.

Thinking of this, the other party seems not that strong.

Of course, if the genius who had been to the lake is here, after knowing the young man’s ideas, he would definitely watch incense sticks silently.

After sipping the incense, he grabbed the young man's collar and shouted: "Have you seen lightning and flames flying all over the sky? Have you seen someone who kills aliens like mowing grass? Why did you mess with him?"

Of course, the young man didn't know it, and he thought confidently: "When you become a pioneer and get that thing, I will have an oriole behind me, it's so beautiful!"

...

On the other side, Fang Mu looked at the well-dressed middle-aged man jokingly and said with a smile: "How about I'll interview you?"

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he shook his hand and said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

After saying that, he rushed directly to the factory gate and wanted to escape.

"No, come and have fun." Fang Muxue swept his gun and blocked directly in the middle of the road.

"roar!"

The middle-aged man yelled, knowing that he could not escape, so he rushed towards Fang Mu and hit Fang Mu with one claw.

"Ding, being attacked by resentful souls, resentment +1+1+1..."

The resentment continued to increase for three points before he stopped.

"Puff!"

The sound of the meat coming into the flesh came, and the blood-killing gun directly stringed the middle-aged man together, like hanging bacon.

The middle-aged man waved his hand powerlessly and finally slowly lowered.

Fang Mu retrieved the Blood Sword Spear and was amazed.

This blood spear stabbed so many aliens, but it didn't even touch the blood, but the dark red color of the spear head became darker.

What a baby!

Fang Mu looked down and saw that the heat on the jade pendant had disappeared.

"Hmm? What is this?"

The middle-aged man was lying on the ground, and Fang Mu only realized that there seemed to be a bulge in the middle-aged man's pocket.

It was not easy to notice when middle-aged people stood up just now, but now they are lying flat, so they can easily see it.

Fang Mu reached out for a while and finally took out an item, his face full of strangeness.

This is a camera, or an old-fashioned camera, and it needs a battery.

Fang Mu looked around and found that there was no battery on the camera.

I checked it up and down the factory, but there was no place where the battery was hidden.

Fang Mu touched his chin, why not send him a power?

As soon as he had this idea, Fang Mu dismissed it.

The thunder-induced technique is very powerful. What if the electricity breaks down?

Thinking of this, Fang Mu put the camera in his pocket first and then put it in.

When I arrived at the iron gate, the middle-aged man came out of the iron gate just now, but from Fang Mu's perspective, there was actually a password lock on the iron gate.

The young man hiding in the dark thoughtfully, it seemed that if he wanted to break through this level, he had to find the password.

But where is the password?

The young man couldn't help but bring in Fang Mu's role and racked his brains to think of countermeasures.

"There is no need for a password to open from the outside of the iron door, but it should be what it means to open from the inside."

Fang Mu touched his chin. Can this stump him? No.

With your intelligence and intelligence, a mere password lock is simply a pediatrician. Isn’t it just to untie a password? It’s simple!

Fang Mu took two steps back, raised his foot, and kicked!

"Bang!"

With the blessing of the four symbols, the iron gate flew backwards like paper.

The young man hiding in the dark: "(′???‵)"

Is this a joke? Brother, are you sure you are not here to destroy it?

Fang Mu withdrew his foot with satisfaction and looked at the situation inside the iron gate.

There is still a large space inside, but it is no longer a factory building, but a large office area.

At this time, there were about a dozen outliers with burns on their faces working in the office area.

After Fang Mu kicked open the iron door, all the aliens looked over and surrounded Fang Mu with cold eyes.

Looking along, Fang Mu found that there was an independent office at the end of the office area.

The office door was closed, and it was obvious that there was someone inside.

Fang Mu walked in. After walking two steps, a stranger who was working suddenly came over and stopped Fang Mu.

"This is an office area, no one can enter!" The alien looked serious, but with its burned face, it looked extremely ferocious.

Fang Mu looked at it jokingly, without saying a word.

The alien looked down and looked at Fang Mu's bulging pockets, where the camera he had just found was placed.

"You are a reporter, and the reporter cannot come in, go out quickly!"

The alien frowned and waved to drive him away.

However, this wave is not simple, because while the alien waves, his nails suddenly swell and he grabs Fang Mu's neck.

"Ding, attacked by resentful souls, resentment +1+1."

"Is it only two o'clock?" Fang Mu shook his head, stretched out his hand to pinch the alien's neck, and said, "You're useless."

"Click!"

The alien fell to the ground, moved for a few moments and stopped moving.

Seeing this, other aliens rushed over one after another.

"That's it!" Fang Mu licked his lips: "It's exciting to be straight ahead!"
Chapter completed!