"Why is it like this?
Why is it like this?
What is the problem?
What is there in Shanghai? "
Zhang Xiao Qiang walked aimlessly, his footsteps getting faster and faster. The passersby only felt a gust of wind blow past them, and when they looked up again, they realized that there was no one within 10m of them. They couldn't help but shiver, clamping their buttocks together, he quickened his pace towards his destination. Just then, a Green Bean Eyes came running towards him, flashing past him …
Jian Zhan did not care where Zhang Xiaoqiang was going, and he casually followed beside Zhang Xiaoqiang. No matter how fast Zhang Xiaoqiang walked, Jian Zhan did not feel the slightest strain. They did not know when the shouting Green Bean Eyes had gotten rid of them, and the two of them walked into the wilderness with Zhang Xiaoqiang in a daze. The wilderness was covered with dense vegetation, and the tallest of the mutated grass was six to seven meters tall. It looked like a boundless city wall, but it also looked like a boundless forest. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the road, thinking about the strange appearance of the evolvers in Shanghai. At the same time, there were all kinds of thoughts mixed in his mind. The precarious situation in Vladivostok, the migration of millions of zombies, and the strange movements of the mutated beasts along the coastline made him feel very uneasy.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked on the quiet road with his head lowered, and he gradually walked further and further away. Jian Zhan followed closely behind him, looking around as if he was enjoying the scenery. Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang's body came to an abrupt stop, and he turned around to look at Jian Zhan, who had a calm expression on his face, and asked seriously, "If I told you that the appearance of evolvers was another way, would you believe me?"
Jian Zhan looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with disdain, and he said indifferently, "What is there to not believe?
"What's there to not believe? Even if you say that you slept, I'd believe it …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Jian Zhan, speechless. Suddenly, he swung his fist at Jian Zhan's face. Jian Zhan was not surprised, and he allowed his fist to hit his face. The huge fist pierced through Jian Zhan's skull, and his afterimage disappeared. Then, a shadow appeared under Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, and as it was about to hit Zhang Xiaoqiang's back, Zhang Xiaoqiang's kick landed on his chest. The sudden kick landed on Jian Zhan's body, and he was sent rolling on the ground. After rolling a few times, he jumped up and prepared to pounce. Zhang Xiaoqiang stood there without looking at him, and said casually, "Before I came to Shanghai, I met many evolvers. Some were strong, some were weak, and some were strange. No matter what kind of evolvers they were, they all had one thing in common, and that is, they all became evolvers at the same time. No matter if they were from Hubei, Jiangxi, Sichuan, Inner Mongolia, or Russia, they were all the same. I believe all the evolvers in the world are the same, except for you guys."
Jian Zhan could hear the seriousness in Zhang Xiaoqiang's words, so he became serious as well. He stood up slowly and asked, "Is there a problem with what we are doing?"
"I don't know …" Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated, then shook his head and continued, "Maybe there is, maybe there isn't, but no matter what, it's not a good thing. Going to the prison today was not part of my plan, but after I received some information, I suddenly thought that there might be a problem with the evolved humans in Shanghai. I didn't expect it to be this big. Maybe, maybe the whole of Shanghai has a problem …"
"What problem?
What did you think of? "
Jian Zhan asked. He also felt uneasy. As an evolved human, his senses were very sensitive. These days, he also felt that something was wrong, as if there was some kind of pressure pressing down on him. This feeling was very faint, and he thought that he was just being paranoid, but he did not expect that Zhang Xiaoqiang could also feel it. "The palpitation of an impending disaster. Evolvers do not only improve their own strength, but also their sixth sense. Other than you, who can suppress danger prediction, I believe that no one can kill an evolved human …"
Zhang Xiao Qiang's explanation was very direct. He pointed out that Jian Zhan's greatest assassination ability was his ability to predict and suppress danger. If he did not have this ability, Jian Zhan's skills would only be slightly better, far from the standard of an Eternal Night assassin. Jian Zhan was somewhat unconvinced and wanted to refute, but his mouth opened and closed for a long time without being able to say anything. Just now, Zhang Xiao Qiang had sent him flying with a punch and a kick. He knew that Zhang Xiao Qiang was establishing his might, and at the same time, indirectly telling him that even if his abilities had improved, he was still not Zhang Xiao Qiang's match.
"Then what do you want to do?
What is the point of telling me all this?
Do you really think that you are the savior of the world, and that you are going to stop this disaster that no one can predict? "
Jian Zhan realized that he was not a match for Zhang Xiaoqiang, and he felt a little discouraged. He asked three questions in a row to express his dissatisfaction with Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not answer any of Jian Zhan's questions. His eyes looked at the distant grass that was drifting in the wind. The next moment, Jian Zhan also concealed himself and disappeared from the road, leaving only Zhang Xiaoqiang to wait for something. The wind was strong in the wilderness, and the green grass that was like a city wall came to life under the influence of the wind. Layer by layer, like the surging waves of a dark green sea, the rustling sound of the grass mixed in between heaven and earth, and the dark clouds added a sense of antiquity to the green wilderness. At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang's finger moved slightly, and a bright line flashed and disappeared. Large patches of grass instantly fell back like a receding tide. Three to five seconds later, all the grass within thirty meters of Zhang Xiaoqiang was cut horizontally at the waist.
"Don't do it, don't do it … We don't have any evil intentions, we don't have any evil intentions …"
A cry of alarm sounded, and the fallen grass flew into the air. More than ten men who were covered with grass stood up from the short grass on the side of the road. Just as they stood up, a muffled sound and a muffled groan could be heard, and they fell back into the grass one after another. The scattered grass once again fell on their bodies, covering them. In the blink of an eye, more than ten men had been killed by someone. The young man who was the only one who shouted was stunned. He looked left and right as if he had seen a ghost, but he could not find the culprit. Only Zhang Xiaoqiang put the Rat King Blade back into the leather sheath on his waist, and coldly looked at the frightened young man.
"I … Ah!"
The young man wanted to explain his intentions, but his lower back was kicked without warning. He immediately screamed and flew out, flying towards the direction of Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was coldly looking at him. With a plop, the man fell heavily on the cement road beside Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, stirring up a layer of dust. Before he could get up, a series of muffled sounds could be heard from behind him. He turned his head and saw a group of people piled up on the road, as if they were harvested crops. He immediately became anxious. Ignoring the pain on his body, he jumped up and shouted at Zhang Xiaoqiang, "I'm wronged …"
After finishing off this group of unknown guys, he picked up the rifles and went back to the road. Before he could take a closer look at the guy he knocked out, a shrill scream of being wronged caused him to lose his balance. He staggered and only managed to regain his balance after taking three consecutive steps. Everyone understood the meaning of the word 'wronged', but it was rarely used. Many people might feel wronged many times in their lives, but they would never scream it out so loudly. Obviously, this guy was able to use the technique of a movie to perfectly express this feeling of being wronged. He was also one of the best.
"My name is Weng Li, originally a native of Shanghai. I ventured into the chaotic world at the age of nineteen. Now I'm twenty-one. My heart has never changed, and I only exist for justice. Now that I have the ability, I don't forget my roots. I'm willing to be a nameless hero to protect the people. If you kill me with a knife, your righteousness will be a little less, a little less … Big Brother, I really didn't mean it …"
A very charming and rhythmic song blurted out from the mouth of this twenty-one-year-old boy called Weng Li. Although the words were not beautiful and the words were not coherent, it gave Zhang Xiaoqiang a sense of familiarity. Then, Jian Zhan said, "This kid is not honest. He used the lines from Tang Po Hu Dian Qiu Xiang to deceive us. Kill him …"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately understood. The guy in front of him had a glib tongue and his eyes were flickering. With one look, he knew that he was the kind of guy who was used to being slippery. Zhang Xiaoqiang was immediately unhappy. He lifted his foot and kicked him to the ground. Stepping on his chest, he looked into his eyes and sternly asked, "Are you from Great Green Sect?
What is your purpose of coming here?
Also, why didn't you come here openly … "
Being stepped on by Zhang Xiaoqiang, Weng Li tried to struggle. However, he felt that Zhang Xiaoqiang's right foot was as immovable as an iron mountain. The coldness in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes made his heart numb. Feeling anxious, he clearly explained his purpose of coming here.
"I've heard that Big Brother is benevolent and righteous. We've admired you for a long time. Today, we've come to visit the dock and see Big Brother's elegant demeanor. Maybe we'll even rely on Big Brother to make a living. We're all small forces. We only have a few hundred rifles and a dozen people.