The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 228: Face-to-face confrontation (1)

"Of course not. Do you think I can kill those robot-like monsters by myself?" Xia Houshuo sneered, "My cousin, how come you have become so much dumber after spending so much time with Ming Xiche? It seems stupidity is contagious."

As soon as Xiahou Shuo finished speaking, Lieying led a dozen fire-type mutants and opened the door of the laboratory and walked in.

Xiahou Shuo turned around and asked Lieying, "Have those mutants been cleared out?"

"Yeah, it's easy to clean." Lieying nodded.

It was only after listening to Yan Shaohui's words that he realized that these mutants were afraid of fire, so when Xiahou Shuo led them here, when they saw a mutant, they would directly burn him with fire.

If one person is not enough, then more than a dozen people will attack together. They have guns in their hands, so the mutant will turn into a pool of blood within a few seconds.

"How is this possible? How could the mutants I researched be unable to beat you ordinary humans!" After hearing Lieying's words, Xiahou Mingjie felt even more unbelievable. His mind became even more confused, his eyes became more crazy, he grabbed his hair with both hands, squatted on the ground and muttered to himself.

"Could this person be unable to bear the blow and go crazy?"

Lieying looked at Xiahou Mingjie's crazy appearance and said to Xiahou Shuo with some uncertainty.

"Not necessarily. Sometimes this guy can act better than the best actor." Xiahou Shuo sneered, "It doesn't matter. Just gag him, tie him up, and burn down the underground base, right?"

"Yeah, that's true." Lieying nodded.

Lieying asked two people to force Xiahou Mingjie out of the base first, and then he led the rest of the people to burn the place.

Xiahou Shuo came to Ming Xiche's office alone.

He pushed open the door and found the floor in a mess. There were many bloodstains on the wall. Some of these bloodstains were black, some were dark brown, and some were even dark red. It was obvious that these bloodstains were splashed on the wall at different times.

Ming Xiche must have killed someone in his office, Xiahou Shuo pinched his nose and thought wildly.

Xiahou Shuo rummaged through Ming Xiche's desk and finally found a bottle of empty medicine in the drawer of Ming Xiche's desk.

He opened the lid and smelled it, then smiled and said, "I'm still taking this medicine."

Xiahou Shuo put the medicine bottle back to its original place and left Ming Xiche's office.

It just so happened that they met Lieying and the others, and the team immediately started on their journey. They now had to rush back as quickly as possible.

On the other side, Ming Xiche drove a jeep and led his mutant army to the front of the building where Yan Shaohui and others were.

Behind the jeep, there was an endless stream of mutants and mutant zombies, all of which were brought by Ming Xiche. Just looking at them made one dizzy, and if one counted them, there was no way to count how many mutant zombies and mutants Ming Xiche had brought.

Although the mutants and zombies in the mutant army walk in different paces, the mutants can still walk normally, but the zombies cannot. The zombies walk crookedly and their speed is not very fast.

So such a large team looks very disorganized.

But even so, we can still know that this is a team because they are moving in the same direction.

After the jeep stopped, Ming Xiche jumped out of the car. His eyes had turned into a dark green and his nails had become long and sharp.

"Yan Shaohui, Mu Xin! I know you are in there! If you know what's good for you, come out and kowtow and beg for mercy, and I will leave you with an intact body. Otherwise, I will let these zombies of mine tear all of you to pieces!" Ming Xiche pointed at the abandoned building with his long sharp nails and spoke loudly. His voice echoed in this desolate and empty place. One can imagine how loud this man's voice was.

Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin stood on the top floor, looking down at Ming Xiche who was shouting across from them, without saying a word.

Gray Pigeon came over at this time. Yan Shaohui took a look at Gray Pigeon and said, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, okay." Gray Pigeon nodded.

"Very good." Yan Shaohui suddenly smiled, then turned over and jumped directly from the top floor.

Mu Xin's expression remained calm. He followed Yan Shaohui and jumped from the top floor.

Because the distance was not close, Ming Xi Che did not see clearly what jumped down from the roof of the building, but what he could see was that when the two things fell down, they stirred up huge waves of sand. Waves of sand rolled over and instantly enveloped them in the wind and sand.

Ming Xiche narrowed his eyes and subconsciously blocked his eyes with his hands.

After the wind and sand passed, Ming Xiche put down his hand, and then he saw that it was Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin.

"Hey, why are there only two of you? Are you really confident that you can hold your own against ten thousand?"

The number of people Ming Xiche brought this time can definitely crush Yan Shaohui and his team. Yan Shaohui and his team brought more than thirty people, but the number of mutants and mutant zombies in the mutant army brought by Ming Xiche is more than a hundred times that of the other side.

In terms of momentum, numbers, and capabilities, his side was superior. He didn't believe that Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin could survive under such a total crushing situation!

In Ming Xiche's eyes, Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin can only beg for mercy now, otherwise the final narrow path will be like an egg hitting a rock.

"To be honest, I'm not that confident," Mu Xin shrugged, and then added: "But it's enough to deal with you."

After hearing this, Ming Xiche felt that it was such an arrogant statement.

"You really are overconfident in yourself." Ming Xiche sneered.

Mu Xin smiled, his eyes cold, "I think you underestimate others."

Ming Xiche shook his finger and said, "Although you have dealt with several batches of my mutant zombies, that was just a test for me. You may be able to kill a dozen mutant zombies, but that doesn't mean you can kill so many mutant zombies at once."

The purpose of Ming Xiche bringing most of the mutated zombies this time was actually because he knew that Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin could kill the mutated zombies, but the superpowers of the psychics were limited. With so many mutated zombies and mutants, he didn't believe that he couldn't use up the superpowers of these two people!

Once he has exhausted the special powers of these two people, wouldn't it be easy for him to capture them if he wanted to?

As for the other people in the First Base, they are not within Ming Xiche's consideration for the time being. He decided to capture the leader first. After dealing with Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin, the others would naturally be easy to deal with.

"Fuck me!"

Following Ming Xiche's order, countless mutated zombies rushed towards Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin.

The two people opposite seemed not to care at all. They just stared at the hordes of zombies rushing towards them with their fangs and claws bared.

And just a second before the mutant zombies' sharp claws touched Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin's sleeves, all the zombies were sucked into a dark cloud above them.

It was at this moment that Ming Xiche saw that there had always been a dark cloud above Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin's heads. Or rather, it was not called a dark cloud, but a black fog created by Mu Xin using his dark power.

Any mutant zombie that walks under the black fog will not escape the fate of being swallowed.

Ming Xiche asked the mutated zombies to stop and no longer attack Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui.

Then he laughed, "I forgot, Mu Xin, you are now a strong one among the superpowers, and a one-in-a-million possessor of dark superpowers. How could you be afraid of these mutated zombies?" But this smile, no matter how you look at it, feels cold.

Mu Xin raised his hand and waved away the black mist above his head. His clear face was still as calm and composed as Ming Xiche hated.

"But you have to understand that it is still wishful thinking for you and Yan Shaohui to resist my mutant army on your own."

"Maybe." Mu Xin shrugged, and then he added: "But we still have to try our best. Otherwise, if your plan really succeeds, then humans will have no chance of survival, right?"

Mu Xin drew out his sword, touched the blade, and looked at Ming Xiche, whose expression was distorted. "Do you still remember this?"