A female ghost wearing a pink windbreaker suddenly appeared in the bone showroom. She looked at her small face tense and tiptoed around the back of the resentful master. A pair of Congrong's little hands wanted to slightly cover his eyes from behind. But when the little girl was about to succeed, a warm big hand firmly grabbed her delicate little hand.

"Mu Mu, I just took the time to come here to meet my old friends back then. Why do you have time to come here?" The resentful Lord flashed to Mu Mu's side, and his low voice was like a warm summer breeze that sucked the little girl's heart, which suddenly resolved the embarrassment of her being discovered by her prank: "Don't hurry like a kitten, I said you are so old, you should be a little lady."

"Meow, don't want it. I'm a ghost cat. Even if the ghost cat has been around for a hundred or two years, it will not grow up." Mu Muhao really learned to hold his wrists like a little cat, and his little face turned cute: "Meow, Sister Yihong has something to do and ask me to come to you. Uncle, otherwise I won't come to this gloomy artificial cemetery."

The resentful master reached out and touched Mu Mu's little head helplessly. Mu Mu rubbed his warm palm like a kitten, and then showed a satisfied expression on his face: "Meow, Sister Yihong said that everything went well in S City, but it attracted a lot of attention, so it needed to send additional personnel. Meow, Master, Sister Yihong has been leaving for several months. What happened?"

"Little guy, you just want your sister Yihong to play with you, right? Sister is an adult, so she naturally has adult things to do, so she can't play with you all day. But Mu Mu, when my sister comes back, I'll let her play with you enough, okay?" The resentful master touched Mu Mu's sad little head and vowed to make a lot of promises in front of the little guy. Then Mu Mu left with satisfaction.

At this time, a thick black fog appeared behind the resentful Lord, and countless black fogs filled with human resentment were churning freely in the entire showroom, just like a beast about to jump out of the void at all times. Slowly, the black fog condensed little by little into a figure, and the figure turned from blur to clear, turning into a tall and upright soldier.

A strong face, a thin white vest on his body, and a weapon cloth with a metallic light hung on his back - a Lun Light Machine Gun commonly used in World War II. A plate of copper ammunition boxes were surrounded by fine and densely around his waist. A thin toothpick was slightly bitten on the corner of his mouth: "Report to the commander, Soldier Rambo comes to report."

The resentful Lord looked at his subordinate's appearance, and his mouth twitched slightly, and an urge to hit someone emerged in his heart: "Huang Bo, do you think I have never seen the first drop of blood? Is the Bren light machine gun on your waist a weapon produced by the United States? Change it back quickly and make yourself in a mess!"

"Brig Commander, I'll change it after I'm satisfied. You know how difficult it is to buy a ghost weapon for World War II on the market, so let me take it for a while."

The resentful master waved his hand helplessly. People are disbanded these days and the team is difficult to lead. A new employee with no work experience requires five insurances and one fund, plus monthly holidays and annual holidays. A man is unhappy and clamoring to change jobs. In this way, the people under my command are quite honest. He doesn’t have to eat or drink and don’t have to pay taxes. At most, he learns from the Americans to scare people with a gun every day. Alas, I feel tired!

"Something happened to Yihong. Lao Huang, please bring someone to support him. If necessary, launch the bullet. The power of the bullet can be comparable to that of a master's attack. There is almost no one in the world who can resist except for the seclusion old monster." The resentful master grabbed the void from the void with his left hand, and a blood-stained bronze bullet suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. The surface of the bullet was carved with countless mysterious patterns.

In Huang Bo's opinion, this inconspicuous bullet contains about three times the power of the Tomahawk-class cruise missile.

"yes, sir." Huang Bo took the bullet from the hands of the resentful master with an excited look on his face. As a fan of weapons, it is a huge pie to have the opportunity to fire a tomahawk-level cruise missile from his muzzle. The large-caliber ship cannon is a man's romance. When he was studying at the military academy, he wanted to touch the warship cannon in the hands of a powerful naval country. Unfortunately, he never had the chance. Unexpectedly, the willows were bright: "I will gather my subordinates to bring Mrs. Yi safely and soundly."

Before the resentful Lord could speak, Huang Bo's ghost body disappeared from the spot excitedly.

The resentful master looked at Huang Bo's figure who was nervous and excited to hold the bullet and was always feeling that Huang Bo was going to make a big news, and he couldn't help but feel a headache. Then he thought for a while, since the matter was irreversible, then let's do it. It's just a missile. For the resentful master who is already a ghost, it's no big deal. No one in the Chinese territory dared to punish his subordinates. Do you really think I won't kill the Chinese?

On a road leading to the city of 221 National Highway to the city of s, Chu Xiao looked at the humanitarian luck in shock over s. A few days ago, the golden wheat waves and blue salt sea intertwined all the visions, but now the wheat seedlings withered and the salt field is dirty, which shows that the humanitarian power to protect s, is gradually fading. Once the vision in the sky disappears, it means that s, is becoming an extraterritorial place.

The extraterritorial land is a place for humans to die, a paradise for demons and ghosts. The power of humanity is particularly weak. The unknown existences in various dimensions and endless voids will constantly harass every wise creature in the area here. In the Middle East, such extraterritorial lands have appeared due to war. Countless demons and evil gods in the void are parasitized in the bodies of war refugees.

This parasitic refugee sneaked into European human society with the immigration program of the International Refugee Refugee, looking for suitable flesh and blood sacrifices and emotional forces that fit their own, such as **, tyranny, etc. This evil parasite cannot be distinguished without specific means and long-term observation. A war victim abused others in a stable human society. You cannot tell whether he was due to traumatic emergency syndrome or tempted by demons. Therefore, in recent years, Catholic countries in Europe prohibited the inflow of all war refugees due to their own social security considerations.

"Zombies? Haven't they left?" Zhang Jian pushed open the car door and walked to Chu Xiao, sniffing at Huang Xiaoming's body. Zhang Jian's face changed. He smelled the salty smell of blood and the stench of zombies from Huang Xiaoming. Then a golden light lit up in his eyes, and his originally pitch-black pupils turned golden amber, and his whole body was filled with a strong dragon power. Huang Xiaoming, who was standing dejectedly, shook slightly, and his eyes lost his spirit in a daze.

Zhang Jian shouted at Huang Xiaomingwei and said, "What happened in the city? Zombies! Where did the zombies come from?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!