Chapter 178 Is backstabbing reinforcements your glorious tradition?

After making up his mind, Zhao Haoran looked around, quickly set up a simple trap on the porch with a steel rope, then picked up the long knife from the ground, like an ape, clinging to the wall, crawling quickly and quietly.

On the ceiling above the corridor.

Although ordinary weapons cannot kill pollutants, they can still damage them.

His plan is simple.

The first step is to lead the tentacle monster into a trap and trap it; the second step is to fall from the sky, cut off the monster's tentacles, and save Zheng Qingming; the third step is to blow it up; the fourth step is to kill the monster before it escapes or is resurrected.

Run away with Minister Zheng.

In his plan, he didn't have to fight this terrifying monster up close, but used traps and tricks to deal with it - frantic pollutants usually didn't have much intelligence, so he was quite confident in his plan.

The trap he set on the porch was very simple, consisting of only a few steel cables and some heavy objects, but as long as the tentacle monster walked in, he could activate the mechanism and entangle it.

Even if he only trapped it for a few seconds, it would be enough for him to rescue Minister Zheng.

Close...close...

It lifted its foot...it stepped in...huh?

The tentacle monster walked to the simple trap, stretched out two flexible tentacles, and demolished the trap in three strokes.

Zhao Haoran lay on the ground and struggled to push himself up, but finally fell down weakly. He was on the opposite side, and his tentacles spread out, revealing the face of a young man, looking at him expressionlessly.

Zheng Qingming glanced out the window.

Does he have such a high IQ? Zhao Haoran was stunned.

After casually dismantling the trap, the tentacle monster wrapped around another steel cable and pulled it gently.

I think he was also a good man back then, and he was not proficient in any of the eighteen martial arts. Even if he has deteriorated a little while sitting in the office in the past few years, he can still climb a wall...

Zhao Haoran smiled miserably, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Yes...even if these mutated monsters still retain some human limbs, they have long lost the emotions that belong to humans.

Zheng Qingming, who had old arms and legs, was rolled up and gently lifted by Yan Luge's tentacles, and he suddenly felt that his heart was very tired.

Zheng Qingming: "..."

But after waiting and waiting, the expected death and pain did not come.

Zhao Haoran: "...ah?"

The monster boy looked at him with no emotion in his eyes, as if he were looking at a corpse that should have died.

The tentacles on the monster opened instantly and swept across at extremely fast speeds, slamming Zhao Haoran to the ground so hard that he was dizzy and had stars in his eyes.

Well, his old arms and legs are really not good enough.

Zheng Qingming: "...This is a misunderstanding."

Zheng Qingming, who recognized himself clearly, lamented and quickly explained the identity of Yan Luge in a few words.

There were no laws and morals in that world, and survival was the only right thing.

The grenade with the fuse opened was easily swept away and landed not far away, bursting out with a ball of sparks but not injuring the monster at all.

"That's the second one." Lu Ge said quietly, "Old Zheng, is it the glorious tradition of your No. 101 headquarters to stab reinforcements in the back? Is the upper beam not straight and the lower beam crooked?"

They just jumped from the 14th floor.

"I'm very restrained now, really. In the past, if you guys dared to sneak up on me like this, you would have been reduced to pieces before I even reacted. Now when I'm dealing with you guys, I have to remember to handle them gently.

Let it go, otherwise it will be crushed if you're not careful." Yan Lüge sighed, "In this world, it's really hard to be a good person."

It's as if killing is as simple as breathing to the other person, and he won't feel guilty or excited about it.

However, his plan failed again.

Killed by mistake? Killed by mistake, just killed by mistake.

Maybe he will be hanged by those tentacles, maybe he will be torn into pieces, maybe...

Yan Lüge cast a sidelong glance at him, and saw that although the man managed to stand up, his arms still had traces of contamination remaining from before. He was still coughing up blood, and his steps were sloppy, as if he was about to die suddenly in the next second.

He casually threw "Cure Concussion" and "Cure Pulmonary Contusion" on his head, and threw a spiritual potion over.

"Wait, wait." Zhao Haoran, who was lying on the ground, coughed up blood and widened his eyes in surprise, "Are you a human?"

Dark, cold, and violent.

It found him!

It found him!

Zhao Haoran gritted his teeth, gave up the idea of ​​luck, held the long knife and the grenade in his hand, and jumped down brazenly - since the first step of the plan failed, he would directly proceed to the second and third steps, rescue people, and explode.

Damn it!

He had never seen such a look on the most cold-blooded serial murderer or the most dangerous war madman.

Zhao Haoran felt cold all over and was already in despair.

The "before" that Yan Lüge was talking about was the time in his previous life. Years of lonely escape and wandering made him develop an unparalleled fighting instinct. He instinctively regarded all creatures that approached without permission as enemies and attacked them without mercy.

a cruel blow.

And those scarlet, violent tentacles grew out from the latter's back, and were dancing gently on top of his head, ferocious and terrifying.

The rope pulled by the monster was the trigger of the trap. Now one end was pulled by it, and the other end extended upwards into the hollow ceiling above the corridor. It was currently being held in his hand. Originally, it was holding the rope in his hand.

He could trigger the trap and entangle the monster by pulling the rope, but now it had the opposite effect, exposing his position.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." Zhao Haoran apologized, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Then why are you holding our Minister Zheng?"

Zhao Haoran opened his eyes again, only to find that the monster boy seemed to have lost interest in him and was carrying Zheng Qingming with his tentacles, holding it up to his eyes and shaking it.

While the man was still in mid-air, a strong force suddenly came from behind him.

The cold sweat on Zhao Haoran's head suddenly broke down.

Extraordinary medical abilities are extremely effective in treating ordinary injuries. Although they are currently not at the level of making patients recover immediately, for patients like Zhao Haoran who need overnight emergency treatment, one treatment ability is at least equivalent to "

After the rescue was successful, he stayed in bed for half a month."

"You leader, this old man with old arms and legs, can you let him jump down from the building?" Yan Lüge said as he rolled Zheng Qingming forward and gently lowered him, "Old Zheng, you can explain yourself.

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"nonsense."

By the time Zhao Haoran got up from the ground, he had already restrained his previous hostility.

This is the first floor at the bottom of the headquarters building.

Therefore, after receiving the treatment, Zhao Haoran immediately felt much better.

My head is no longer dizzy, my chest is no longer tight, and I no longer cough up blood.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that there was a vigorous force in his body that was constantly moving around to repair damaged organs.

Perhaps in another, nay, half an hour, his injury would be completely healed.
Chapter completed!