Global Distortion: The Mutation Frenzy of Billions of Lives

Cold-blooded.

Cruel.

Lawless lunatic.

"Kill them all."

The mercenary's order was simple and effective, and he shot and killed the refugees around him.

This was a group of real hungry wolves, with a fierce and poisonous light flashing in each of their eyes. They shot and killed the refugees without hesitation, and completely lost all conscience.

"Woman."

One of them reminded in unskilled Chinese.

He raised his gun, aimed in the direction of Su Manman not far away, and pulled the trigger.

Blood splashed everywhere.

Su Manman was shot in the shoulder, she snorted coldly, ran quickly to the corridor, and disappeared in a few flashes.

"Ah Xi."

The mercenary complained, bursting out with swear words in his native language.

"Go."

The leader of the mercenaries made a gesture, asking everyone to continue moving forward.

Look carefully.

The leader had a Chinese face, a pair of murderous triangular eyes, and a strong momentum.

Dingsha.

He was a soldier, and later he was introduced to do so-called big business abroad, and then he often appeared on the border between Yanbian and North Korea.

Mercenaries.

Dingsha gathered a group of old Koreans who had really been on the battlefield, specializing in killing and looting.

They gradually became bigger and stronger, and even began to cooperate with some gangsters from Vietnam and Myanmar.

Over time.

Dingsha became a well-known professional in the industry.

"Room 405."

"Others..."

Dingsha made a gesture of wiping his neck. In his eyes, except for the target, everything was an unnecessary obstacle.

Before the end of the world, Dingsha might have restrained himself and dared not kill irrelevant people.

After the end of the world, Dingsha's tyrannical nature was undoubtedly revealed. In his eyes, human life was like grass, and he could swing a sickle to cut it at any time.

Dada.

Dada.

The silencer barrel exuded a burnt smell.

There were still some refugees in the corridor who didn't know the truth. They turned around and found the fully armed mercenaries. Before they could react, the bullets had penetrated their skulls.

Shiny shells fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Blood flowers flew from the refugees, and they fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

"Ah?"

"They have guns!"

"Someone is using a gun to kill... kill... people..."

Some people rolled and crawled, fleeing upstairs, but were shot and killed after a few steps.

Someone pushed open the door and wanted to see what was happening outside, but was immediately pierced through the body by bullets.

A man with a scar on his face saw a door open.

The man at the door had been shot, but there was a young woman holding her child inside the door, her body trembling slightly.

The scarred man had almost no expression on his face, only a cruel and bloodthirsty smile, walked into the room and took out a sharp dagger with sawtooth.

Puff.

The woman was stabbed several times and slowly fell in a pool of blood, but she still protected her child tightly before she died.

The scarred man turned the woman's body over and grabbed the child in her arms...

A few seconds later.

The scarred man wiped the blood on his cheek, walked out of the room and followed the team.

4th floor.

The door of Room 405 was open.

Yang Feng tore open Su Manman's shirt, took a knife, and cut a bullet out of the blood hole on his shoulder.

"Who shot you? You should have seen it clearly, right?"

Yang Feng smiled faintly, Su Manman nodded, and there was a hint of viciousness in her eyes.

Soon.

Ding Sha brought his team to the vicinity of Room 405.

"405, this is it."

Ding Sha made a gesture, asking everyone to temporarily put down their weapons.

He walked into the room and began to look at Yang Feng in front of him and the woman who was shot behind him.

"Mr. Mo Jianfeng?"

Ding Sha asked tentatively.

His Mandarin was not standard, perhaps because he had been abroad for many years, it sounded very awkward.

Yang Feng stood up.

He went to the pool, washed his hands, and rinsed off the blood stains.

"You are quite powerful."

"Chop up the rotten corpse, and then smear the meat and filth on your body to cover up your own smell."

"There are so many monsters outside, and you can cross the streets and come to this place... It's really not easy."

Yang Feng did not answer the question directly, but praised the other party a few words first, recognizing this strength.

Ding Sha narrowed his eyes.

He felt something was wrong. According to the middleman, the big boss Mo Jianfeng should not be that young.

Moreover.

This young man was too calm.

Calm and unhurried, without any sense of crisis.

Even when he saw his group of fully armed hungry wolves, he was not nervous at all.

"You are not Mo Jianfeng."

Ding Sha immediately made a judgment, and his murderous triangular eyes were a little more angry.

"Mo Jianfeng is dead."

"I deliberately led you here."

Yang Feng turned his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a slightly teasing and confident smile.

Ding Sha's face suddenly changed.

"You dare to play tricks on us?"

He made a gesture, and two mercenaries behind him immediately rushed into the room and pointed their guns at Yang Feng.

"Don't be impulsive."

"I asked you to come here to discuss cooperation."

Yang Feng spread his hands, as if to indicate that he had no ill intentions.

"Cooperation?"

"How do you want to cooperate?"

Ding Sha did not act rashly. He had gone through so much trouble to get into the city. It would be a big loss to return empty-handed.

"I'm short of manpower."

"So... I want to find some slaves."

"You guys look pretty good, so don't bother going back."

Yang Feng glanced at the few people and continued in a friendly tone: "Stay here as my slaves, I won't treat you unfairly."

Slaves?

Stay here to work for this young man? ?

Is he crazy, or is his brain broken by too much water?

"Hahaha."

"You young man, you're very interesting."

After hearing these words, Ding Sha laughed, but after laughing for a few seconds, his face suddenly changed and the laughter stopped.

Ding Sha patted the old stick beside him and gave a light order to kill.

"Kill him."

The mercenary killer raised the gun in his hand, aimed at Yang Feng's head, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Puff.

The sound of explosion came.

Yang Feng was not shot, but the man's head was gone.

The watermelon exploded.

The steaming white brain mixed with brown sugar juice exploded all over the room.

What happened? ?

What did Yang Feng do? ?

Indistinctly... he seemed to kick out a whip kick.

It was hard to tell with the naked eye.

The human eye could barely see a blurry afterimage.

A whip-shaped afterimage hit the companion's head, and then it became like this, with nothing above the neck, and the crimson pulp sprayed out like a fountain.

"Listen carefully."

"I advise you not to attack."

Yang Feng still looked indifferent, and continued as if nothing had happened: "Otherwise... you will die."

Threatening feeling.

Oppressive feeling.

The young man exuded a strong sense of danger all over his body.

If the mercenaries were a group of hungry wolves, then the young man in front of him was a tiger.

No.

Not just a tiger.

It should be said to be a dragon! !