Neanderthals!

The warrior who had all his strength to burst out his battle energy was shocked and angry. The cold weapon with a slender cone-shaped appearance was obviously of great weight. Every time he fought, the recoil force transmitted from the dagger made him suffer a secret loss.

The blood-colored battle pattern of Ming and undecided means that this old guy is no longer as brave as he used to be. If the Neanderthal tribe's secret combat technique was triggered, this duel would likely become very difficult.

"Old guy, where is your secret technique? Use it to let me see."

The local warrior was determined to waste the old man to death.

After all, when you are old, your blood and energy are far from being compared with young people. Sooner or later, you will be exhausted.

"Do you think I don't exist?"

The invisible cutting force quietly slashed at the neck of the warrior, and the battle energy burning like flames immediately noticed the crisis.

With the recoil of the weapon attack, the dagger swung back and slashed with the wind blade that was sneaking into the attack.

Hiss! ~

The sound of the silk cracking sounded, and the wind blade was scattered by the sword energy, without any threat.

"Wind barrier, impact!"

The female executive manager who arrived in time pushed his hands together, and a ball of airflow as big as a tennis ball flew over.

She must end the battle as soon as possible. Even if the energy tower is damaged and the air defense and radar systems cannot work properly, it can be foreseeable that the enemy's air strike is about to arrive.

"Slash of the Earth!"

The warrior knew that he would never hold back at this moment, so he immediately took out his killer weapon at the bottom of the box.

Compared with the old Neanderthal man who was fighting with him, the one-eyed woman was obviously more threatening.

Boom! ~

The air waves rolled, and the three of them flew backwards.

"What's the thing that exploded again?"

The dizzy Chen Fei finally recovered.

The "Pupil of Tyrannical Pupils" is still cooling down, but his personal information is not very good.

Status: juvenile body

Physical strength: 10/12

Explosion power: 45/60

Feeling level: 37%

Activation time: 12 hours

Energy point: 211/5000

The feeling reflected by these quantitative information is that they are tired, hungry and sleepy. Chen Fei feels that he can't hold on for about 12 hours, and the consumption is too great.

He was lying on the ground pretending to be dead dog. He took the opportunity to slowly see a sneaky figure and quietly raised his gun, as if he was about to secretly attack the black gun of Mr. Balut or the female executive manager.

Chen Fei jumped without hesitation, pressed the other party to the ground before he was about to pull the trigger, and sneered: "I'll give you a choice, how do you want to die?"

The other party reacted very quickly, threw away the gun, pulled out the tactical dagger in his chest, stabbed Chen Fei neatly, and sneered: "Of course I'm dying of old age!"

Click! ~

Chen Fei, who had a knife in his heart, broke the other party's neck neatly. He was about to die, so he was still shaking cleverly. I really owe it!

System: "Cut off a person's neck within 1 hour" is completed, and the energy point is 100!

Energy point: 311/5000

System: Ding! Found 121 grams of s2 tool steel, whether it absorbs: Yes/No｜?.

Chen Fei ignored the dagger on his chest until he had no handle, picked up the invisible automatic rifle thrown by the other party on the ground, and turned the gun.

The earth-type warriors had realized that the situation was difficult to return. They stepped heavily under their feet, and the ground exploded, and the turf, soil and gravel flew in all directions.

"Where to go!"

Hana Gagel yelled and threw out a supernatural wind ball containing hundreds of wind blades.

The strong wind was shouting, as shrill as hundreds of ghosts walking at night. The bursting wind blade did not even touch the shadow of the earth-type warrior, and the other party disappeared.

He can compete with the C-level wind power genius Hana Gagel and the old Neanderthal warrior Barut at the same time. Once he makes up his mind to escape, it will be difficult to keep him.

At this time, the battle in the 911 air courier base had come to an end.

The firefighting movement gradually became sparse, and the few security guards began to clean up every corner.

Flares rose one after another, temporarily replacing the lights, and the backup power system could start power supply.

The ground service department gave priority to repairing the main take-off and landing runway. There was also a "big-mouth monster" with an electronic reconnaissance pod stuck in the air near the air service base. It survived because it was far away from the emp explosion center.

"Cleaning the base as soon as possible. When will the fighter jets in the hangar be repaired? I can only send the machine repair team half an hour to signal the 'big mouth monster' in the sky to come down and report the situation quickly. The battle is not over yet, so don't relax."

The communication interruption caused by the emp still did not recover. Before she could breathe a breath, the female executive manager Hana Gagel issued the orders all by yelling.

I just used the wind power to shake the battle energy, and I suffered a little more or less. My internal organs were like fire, which was very uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to rest at this moment, and I was relying on my willpower to persevere.

Her eyes turned toward Chen Fei, turned around on his chest, and said with great momentum: "You, Chen Fei, are you dead? If you are not dead, hurry up and help the mechanics team."

"No, I'm not dead, I'll go right now!"

Chen Fei followed the other party's gaze, lowered his head, saw the tactical dagger that was pierced in his chest, and quickly pulled it out and stuffed it into his mouth.

System: Ding! Absorb 22 grams of s2 tool steel, composition ratio: 96.55% iron, 1% silicon, 0.65% carbon, 0.5% manganese, 0.5% molybdenum,...

System: Ding! Absorb 15 grams of S2 tool steel, composition ratio: 96.55% iron, 1% silicon, 0.65% carbon, 0.5% manganese, 0.5% molybdenum,...

Chen Fei pulled out the dagger himself but was safe and sound, which made Hana Gagel breathe a sigh of relief. This kid's golden superpower is really good, just like an immortal body.

Although his performance in the battle was speechless, he survived.

Chen Fei raised his feet and was about to run to the hangar to help, but he saw the old Neanderthal man sitting cross-legged on the grass not far away, lowering his head and leaning on the "blood thorn" in one hand, looking strange.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He couldn't help but walk over and vaguely heard the old man muttering something.

Chen Fei quickly stepped forward to look at it and asked tentatively: "Grandpa Barut, are you okay?"

The battle just now was too fierce. The local warrior was unexpectedly strong. The old man and Manager Hana joined forces to keep the other party.

He was a little worried about the old man's condition.

"In life, you will come naked and go naked and you will not take anything away! Xiao Chen, in the future, you must take good care of yourself."

The old Neanderthal man Barut slowly raised his head, his face rosy, but the tattoo that looked scarlet and dazzling in the past became dim and even became a little bit more gray.

Just because he could see it every day, Chen Fei suddenly noticed something strange. He looked closely and finally saw clearly the blood that kept oozing out of the chest of Mr. Barut with the light cast by the flares.

The old man was still injured.

Even though he was once powerful, he was now at this age and the clay pot was broken from the well. The general was inevitably killed in front of the formation and would inevitably be injured in such a fierce battle.

"Come……"

Chen Fei was about to call someone, but Barut grabbed his hand and shook his head gently.

"No need to call! No need!"

"Are you okay? I'll call someone to treat your injuries."

"It's okay? Well, it's okay, nothing is gone."

The old man still shook his head, ignored the injuries on his body, sighed and said, "The glory of the Neanderthal clan is finally over, it's time to end."

“What’s over?”

Chen Fei always felt that the old man was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Barut suddenly said, "Little Chen!"

His eyes gradually became brighter and brighter, and Chen Fei felt relieved. He had to bite the bullet and say, "Grandpa Barut if you have something to do."

"Since I saw you, your child has been wandering between life and death. I have a gift, and I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing for you."

It seemed like there was a flame burning in Barut's eyes.

"I dare not refuse to give it to you, my elders. I will keep your things well. Master, can you let go first?"

Chen Fei was dealing verbally, trying to find an excuse to call the doctor to come and see the old man.

He felt uneasy for no reason.

"I have taught you the posture of standing and breathing, so I can just give you the last thing."

He grabbed Chen Fei's hand tightly and suddenly became hot, but he had no intention of letting go. Instead, he clamped harder. The battle patterns on Barut's body lit up without warning, and each line was made of red light, which was particularly dazzling.

The dazzling red light from the blood-colored tattoo was not still, it flowed inexplicably, gathered from various parts of the body toward Barut's shoulders, and along the arms, wrists, and hands, it became a hot torrent, pouring into Chen Fei's body through his old and dry fingers.

What's going on? Chen Fei screamed in fear.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you going to do?"

His whole body also lit up, with a blood-like red light shrouded from head to toe.
To be continued...