Chapter 997 Lost Things

   The Peace Club Painter is not afraid. If he is interested, he can make a human specimen of the entire Peace Club by himself, but he does not need to do this, and it is not so boring.

   The one who really made him jealous was Li Henian, the president of the Peace Society. That guy was also a seventh-order new human, and he was the second new human that he had seen besides himself.

When he evolved to the seventh-order new human, Paint Man already had a general understanding of the power possessed by the seventh-order new human, but in the battle with Li Henian, he found that Li Henian was 30 to 40% stronger than himself, and from his body The power that burst out can't be reached at all.

   Coming up to fight with Li Henian had a lot of temptation, and he didn't really do it. If it was a dead end, the paint man knew very well that in that case, he might die even more.

He still has too many people to kill, and most of them are in Huaxia, but these people don't know where they are, but in the future, he will be resident in Huaxia, and as the peace meeting of the superpower in South China, it is a What kind of power, the paint man knows very well. In the eyes of this lunatic, Li Henian is actually a lunatic. Like himself, he will see things from the same angle as himself.

   Killing a general of the Peace Club and being chased endlessly by Li Henian is a very big trouble for the paint man. He doesn't want to offend a ruthless person yet.

   So just leave.

   "Let's go."

   glanced at Chen Zhouan, who was lying motionless on the ground, and the paint man said something flat, but just after walking a few steps, he turned his head and looked at Mo Jun, who was supporting his men and following him, frowning.

   "With such a serious injury, he can't go far. No one is a doctor here. Put him down and let him fend for himself. Taking him will only delay things."

"This..." Mo Jun hesitated. This subordinate had been following him for a long time. He couldn't bear to give up on him, but the guy in front of him wouldn't care about what he was thinking. For his own life, he felt that... ...let go.

   "I'm sorry." He apologized to his subordinate, and then under the desperate gaze of the other party, Mo Jun let go of his hand.

   "Leader...don't...don't, you...you can't~ do this, no..."

   The man looked terrified and kept begging, but Mo Jun followed the paint man without looking back.

  Suddenly, the paint man felt something hugging his feet and looked down with surprise in his eyes.

   "You're not dead yet?"

   The person holding his feet was Chen Zhouan. He was severely hit on the brain. Even if he didn't die, he didn't have the strength to do anything, but this guy still tried his best to stop himself.

   At this time, Chen Zhouan had become human-like, with yellow hair receding all over his body, but his head was terrible, and he could still see the brain tissue that had been soaked with blood.

   "You can't... go, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to make you pay for my brother's life, hehehe Jie Jie~"

   said, he let out a hoarse laugh, but the paint man smiled strangely: "Since this is the case, then you can keep doing this, and see if you can stop me?"

   After finishing speaking, the paint man strode forward as if he hadn't been hugged by Chen Zhouan, and Chen Zhouan was like a ball of cotton wrapped around the opponent's feet, it couldn't be lighter.

   The power of the opponent is not something that he can shake at all. Even if he is transforming into a sixth-order new human being, it is the same result, and his power is also quickly passing away in the drag of the paint man.

  Perhaps it was because of the lack of strength behind him. It was getting harder and harder to hold the paint man's leg with one arm. He could only let go, but the next second he grabbed onto the other's coat, which would allow him to exert more force.

The paint man didn't care, he continued to move forward, and he didn't know how long it took. Chen Zhouan's strength became weaker and weaker, and finally fell off. When he was most confused, Chen Zhouan seemed to feel that he had fallen off the paint man's clothes. There was something fluffy from the hand, and it looked like a doll the size of a slap, and there was a plastic feel label on it.

   Chen Zhouan, who felt powerless, let go of his hand, and the paint laughed strangely. His voice was full of ridicule. This kind of despair was what he wanted to bring to him.

   It's just that he didn't know that the most important thing to him fell.

   After more than ten minutes, a number of Death Gods came in reloaded tanks and looked at the corpses on the ground. Later, the soldiers who supported them fell silent.

However, the soldiers stepped forward to clean up the corpses silently, and Ah Fu frowned when he saw the tragic situation around him. In this battle, the Peace Club suffered heavy losses. During the battle for Jiuge, eight soldiers from four The first-order new humans evolved into the powerhouses of the fifth-order new humans, and here, three were killed, and there were more than forty fourth-order new humans.

   This kind of loss is not a traumatic event for the Peace Conference, but it has already been associated with heavy losses.

   "Vice President, there is a person here, a person from Shenluo Group."

After a while, a soldier shouted, and this sound led the soldiers on Ah Fu's side, and the member of the Shenluo Group was the subordinate who was abandoned by Mo Jun before. He was lying on the ground and was unable to move. The body is covered with injuries, the most serious injury is being slashed from the shoulder to the chest with a cutting weapon, which has already hurt the heart, even a fifth-order new human is dying.

  A'Fu looked at the soldier, his eyes turned cold, he waved his hand, and replied with savage words: "What are you telling me? Kill me!"

"Yes!"

   After receiving the order from Ah Fu, he found that the soldier who was a member of the Shenluo Group pointed a gun at his head, and with a "windy" sound, the laser with a scorching breath pierced through the opponent's head, ending his life.

   "Damn Mo Jun."

   A'Fu couldn't help his rage, but the other party had already fled, and his resentment against him had no effect at all. What he had to do now was to hunt down the other party and behead people!

Looking around, Ah Fu shouted: "See if there are any survivors, and the medical team is ready." It's also very fierce.

   As soon as Ah Fu finished speaking, a necromancer who came with him suddenly saw a familiar corpse and ran over: "Captain! Commander! You are not dead, are you?"

Not far away, Chen Zhouan was lying on the ground stained with blood, and blood was pouring out of his head. It was impossible to survive such an injury, but this member of the Necro Knights still ran over, he did not dare to move, only Can call out the name of Chen Zhouan.

   (end of this chapter)