"The Seventh Saint is here!"

"The Seventh Saint is dead—"

The voices were chaotic and noisy. When the gun was raised, the sky light became dark in people's vision, as if they saw countless Taoist shadows flying all over the sky, raising knives, slashing, stabbing, slashing, slashing, and slashing... Keep various movements flashing back and forth.

Next second.

The shouting stopped abruptly, countless surging figures gathered together, and turned into a man standing behind a group of armed personnel running out.

There is a 'click' sound of sheathing.

The moment the hilt of the knife was closed and the sheath mouth was closed, dozens of people were motionless, and as they approached the base, the limbs suddenly showed bleeding lines, and then... the sound of blood and flesh tearing around them was full of puffs and blood.

People are like building blocks collapsed and spread out all over the ground.

Bai Ning stood up, looked slightly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He sneered "he" between his mouth and nose. He walked past the Seventh Saint who was sliding down from the cliff next to him, and walked into the crack in front of him.

The green wall lamps extended along the metal fellows to the end, and the body that came in stopped, there was not much emotion in their eyes, but just looked at the end and the sound of footsteps rushed towards this side.

“The last stop.”

Bai Ning murmured as he looked at the vague figure in the aisle.

In an instant, the body turned into afterimage and rushed into the darkness. A shrill scream and fierce gunfire sound mixed with the flashing flames echoed wildly in the light.

......

The sky is falling.

The wind blew the hills, and there was a gentle caress in the forest. The wind whistled in the distance. A black shadow came from a distance and fell to the hillside in the blink of an eye. The woods crackled and scattered. When the tree body dragged the lush cage and fell down, its tall body stepped on the soft soil and walked to the edge of the forest.

He closed his eyes and seemed to feel something. After a moment, he opened his eyes and ran wildly in a certain direction. The smoke and dust stirred up like a gray dragon rising to the sky behind him.

At one moment, the running figure stopped, and his eyes swept away the surrounding mountains and fields as if he was a little nostalgic. The familiar scenery gradually took shape in his mind, pulling some fragmented memories together.

"It's here."

Walking forward with the thick fallen leaves, the scenery in the mountains made Wang Ruhu more familiar. The shackles deep in my memory seemed to not exist. When I saw this mountain, I had stayed here and walked through many places. My expression was cold and my eyes were fierce from time to time, which made people frightened.

Walking ahead, my thoughts were still floating, and there was a bloody smell that penetrated my mouth and nose.

Wang Ruhu frowned and his consciousness turned back, and he turned his sight. The direction he looked at was a stretch of hill, with a gap split in front of him.

In my memory, there is a door under the hill.

"Bai Ning has arrived."

As the past was, the blood became thicker and thicker. When he approached the mountain, what appeared before him were human corpses, spreading out in a mess.

Scream~

Wang Ruhu looked down at the ground. The soil under his feet oozed out red blood flowed through the soles of his shoes, crossed the corpse on the ground. Next to the opened mountain mechanical gate, there was a man with half of his body flat sitting on the ground against the mountain wall. His mouth, nose, eyes, and ear holes were still bleeding, and his body was twitching and trembling.

The man was not dead yet, and he seemed to feel Wang Ruhu's breath. He raised his face with difficulty. He was a typical European face. Seeing the figure walking towards him, he squeezed out a smile.

"The Fifth Saint..... You are back. Can you... give me some pleasure and kill me? I have a good physical fitness and sometimes it is a kind of suffering."

Max...

Wang Ruhu looked at the man with blood on his face and subconsciously called out the other party's name. In his memory, he remembered that this person seemed to be relatively friendly to him and was good at hand-to-hand combat. He often helped him privately when he was still in Shengqi.

"Um."

Wang Ruhu looked at him and nodded. Half of his body was beaten to pieces. Even if he was cured, he would be ruined. It was undoubtedly a pain for the proud.

"..." Wang Ruhu nodded silently and reached out and pressed his hand on the man's head. Max raised his face as if he was reborn, closed his eyes and smiled.

‘Click!’

The sound of bone breaking came from Wang Ruhu's hands. The white man kept smiling, his neck was broken, his body softened, and he slipped against the mountain side, completely snoring.

Huh~~

Wang Ruhu let out a breath, and it was rare that his memory had recovered a little, but he was in a bad mood and irritable at a bad time and place.

Walking into the door, the metal colleagues were endless. Many wall lights were damaged, fragments were scattered all over the ground, and arcs popped up from time to time. The whole colleagues became light and dark, with a strange atmosphere.

Stepping...

The soles of the shoes were gradually gone when they walked on the metal floor, and the feeling was coming from a greasy feeling. The flashing electric flowers illuminated the same section of the fellow travelers. What caught their eyes were torn corpses extending deeper.

‘I can’t tell that Bai Ning is so murderous…’

Wherever he passed, there were all humans, and almost none of the mechanical remains were complete. He walked along the direction of the body's extension, and there were also vaguely familiar ones in the strange faces.

For example, only the bald head is left, the eighth saint, with a thin face, always dull, but in the memory, he told him that this is a saint who is good at mental power, can control people's consciousness, and use mental power to steal the other party's memories through the phone and the Internet.

"The Italian...that is Nord."

Going past the head on the ground and further forward, there is a Swedish, the Sixth Saint, a master of weapons. He is now limping on the ground, his skin is covered with fine blood beads.

Wang Ruhu reached out and touched him. The other party's bones were broken, and his internal organs were even shook and constricted into a ball and raised on his abdomen.

Bang bang bang bang!

Boom boom boom boom-

Further forward, the violent fighting sounds and explosions came clearly here. Wang Ruhu stood up and pushed open the collapsed half of the mechanical door. The thick door leaf roared and fell into blood. He stood on the door, just a small laboratory. In addition to a few corpses in white coats, there was an open door on the side.

The sound of fighting was coming from there, but there was another room that looked like a conference room. Wang Ruhu probably understood the structure of the base, and the rooms were scattered together indiscriminately. Such a chaotic layout was to prevent people from sneaking in and in chaos, it was difficult to find where the real laboratory was.

"Tiger... are you back?"

Just as I was about to enter the next room, the camera and voice transmitter placed in the corner of the wall suddenly had an old voice talking.

Wang Ruhu stopped and looked up at the camera that was turning around. He continued in an old voice.

"I know you will come, but I didn't expect that someone would come first in front of you. The welcome ceremony prepared for you may not be possible."

"Welcome me?"
Chapter completed!