Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded

Watching the sniper being swallowed up by the black light, not even a scrap was left.

At this time, the brown-haired man looked a little panicked.

Obviously, he underestimated the threat of the living dead.

This is not the living dead from old-time movies and TV shows.

All he can do is bite and charge mindlessly.

As long as he collects more intelligence and understands the cold winter in the north, he will not underestimate the enemy so much.

In fact, under the transformation of Dr. Batu, the title of living dead is correct.

However, through the activation of X solution, he still maintains his ability to survive the living dead.

Although the instinct to adapt to changes is lost. ,

But what is Dr. Batu doing in the northern winter?

Training big data!

Even if Dr. Batu is not humane and cunning.

The operational code for combat is also extracted from the data.

What's more, now that it has the SP module, as long as the data is copied, the entire AI system will be opened up like never before.

You can even write code for yourself!

At this moment, Dr. Batu and the man collided fiercely on the street.

The streets were filled with the roar of the fierce black wind cutting through the air and the roar of acetylene.

The flames spit out, burning the air red-hot, revealing the black wind hanging in the air.

The air temperature at this time can reach as high as 3380 degrees in an instant. The temperature of acetylene burning in the air cannot melt Dr. Batu at all.

Dr. Batu was like a spider, using the black wind to weave a large and dense web on the street, compressing the man's movement space, making his range of movement smaller and smaller.

At the same time, in the fierce battle just now, the man's body was covered with cuts and three fingers were cut off.

"ah!"

The man who relied on jet propulsion let out a scream. The clothes on his body suddenly tore open, a red line appeared on his right chest, and blood spurted out.

"I have already cut off one of your lungs. My suggestion is that you should stop struggling and wait for death with peace of mind, and then get a new life."

Dr. Batu stood on a suspended black wind pole and looked at the brown-haired man indifferently.

It felt...like contempt from an extra-dimensional life.

Drops of blood were suspended in mid-air, showing traces of the black wind. The man pulled out a short dagger and pulled out the line that Heifeng had cut into his body.

The blade cut on the lines, making a harsh rattling sound.

"Go ahead and dream, I would rather be swallowed up than become a lackey of the living and the dead!"

The man responded rather forcefully: "Come on, devour me!"

His face contorted in severe pain. He stamped his foot on the ground, and raging flames ignited from the ground and covered the entire block.

"Stubborn!"

Dr. Batu snorted coldly, pulled the black wind around him, and jumped onto the roofs of the buildings on both sides to avoid the raging sea of ​​fire.

For Dr. Batu, repairing the corpse also involves energy consumption.

The more broken an enemy is, the more areas need to be patched, which is clearly not in the logical interest of the code.

Twelve-level superpowers still have a certain appeal to Dr. Batu.

Except for snipers, of course.

At this time, the man was half-kneeling on the ground. Because he had produced a large amount of acetylene, his vision went dark.

"Run! I'm no match for him!"

He shouted to the other members of the shelter who were still alive and hiding in a nearby building.

Those members who originally wanted to ambush Dr. Batu fled in a hurry.

"I think you will be alone. Even though you will lose consciousness, I will organize you into a team."

Dr. Batu waved the black wind in his hand, and tough lines grew out of thin air, like mold everywhere, entangling all nearby members.

"How can it be done without other people?"

The lines in Dr. Batu's hand began to condense, and with a flash of black light, a steel-gray sword blade condensed.

The blade of this sword is extremely abstract.

It looked like it was cut out of paper that had been splashed with black ink.

It looks like a toy torn off by an autistic child.

But in fact, anyone who looks at it can't help but tremble in the depths of their soul.

"hateful!"

The man glanced at his companions who had fallen on the ground and knew that nothing could be done. He sprayed compressed acetylene and ran towards the depths of the upper shelter.

Dr. Batu followed.

"Don't think it's so easy to catch up!"

A tall armor stood up awkwardly from the side alley, trying to block Dr. Batu.

"If you don't understand, don't change the model. The more you change, the more you will fail."

Dr. Batu glanced at the armor and seemed to sigh.

This armor looked familiar to him. It originated from part of the technology exchanged between humans and starships in the old era.

Now it has been modified to look anticlimactic and nondescript.

This is because human beings think they are good enough without digesting the corresponding knowledge.

It's like giving a gorilla a computer, sooner or later it will break.

Dr. Batu's black wind shot.

Several lines wrapped around the armored body and penetrated deeply into the body.

There was a harsh sound of metal twisting, and the power of the mechanical muscles in the body reached its limit, trying to break free of the lines on the body.

Dr. Batu glanced deep into the upper level of the shelter and could no longer see the brown man.

Dr. Batu turned his head and glanced at the ugly, mechanically damaging armor, and said inexplicably: "Shen Bei is wrong. Human beings are not the ones with the strongest learning ability...otherwise you wouldn't be stupid enough to modify this kind of individual armor into Scrap metal.”

The enemy driving the armor yelled: "You are useless!"

In the eyes of Dr. Batu, although this armor can still fight, it is far inferior to the first generation.

The more it changes, the more rubbish it becomes.

Just scrap metal.

Dr. Batu squeezed his hand, and the lines tied to the body tightened sharply: "I am just stating the facts. If you don't agree, it doesn't matter. I don't expect you humans to realize your mistakes."

The metal fatigue of the w502's body has reached its limit. How can it withstand the cutting of lines?

Together with the driver inside, they were easily dismembered into several sections by the black wind lines.

Flesh and machinery were mixed together and scattered all over the floor.

Dr. Batu manipulated the two lines to nail into both sides of the road, as if a bowstring was tightened, ejecting him deep into the upper shelter.

At this time, the street was in chaos. Many people ran out of the building and looked for their relatives and friends among the mangled corpses. The streets were filled with the sound of crying.

Not long after, guards from other parts of Titan rushed over.

Seeing the whole street in a mess, I was shocked and stunned.

"Aren't you usually very good? The enemies have all come to our lair!"

"Pooh!"

"waste!"

A man with a big belly who seemed to have some status was cursing and vomiting at the escort soldiers who came over.

Which person who can live in the upper class is not a person with a respectable status?

A mouthful of bloody phlegm was spat on the strong man's face.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

The strong soldier wiped the bloody sputum from his face, held the pot-bellied man's head with one hand, and punched him hard on the head.

"ah!"

His face wrinkled up in severe pain, and blood flowed from his mouth and dripped on the stone slab.

"Lick me clean."

The strong man pressed his head and said coldly.

"You are a bunch of trash, how can you be so powerful! So many people have died, the enemies have all left, and you are here!"

The pot-bellied man refused to admit defeat at all and continued to curse: "What do I do to feed you!"

When the strong soldier heard this, his anger broke out. Without saying a word, he grabbed his hair and banged it against the wall.

"I'll make you howl! I'll make you howl!"

It didn't take long for his face to become bloody.

After venting his anger, the strong soldier twisted his neck: "Brothers, copycat guy, find Shen Bei and fuck him!"

The escorting soldiers showed their weapons one after another and were about to pursue him.

Suddenly a black shadow flew over in the distance.

boom……

After being smashed.

Only then did everyone see clearly that it was a corpse.

Brown hair, extremely conspicuous.

"Dina!"

"Wocao, Dinah of the twelfth level is dead!"

"What the hell... you're still chasing a hammer!"

"Hiss~~ Is Shen Bei so fierce?"

"I saw Shen Bei!"

A thief-minded soldier pointed to the south and shouted, and went after him without saying a word.

The strong soldier was a little confused.

Shen Bei was obviously going to the Babatu Manor in the north. Why did he appear in the north?

"Ah...yes, yes, I saw it in the north too!"

"Kill!"

The other soldiers seemed to have reacted, rushing to the north one after another and disappearing.

Only then did the strong soldier react.

Damn, they're fighting the air.

Shameless!

Shelter No. 5 has been completely disgraced by you!

The strong soldier stamped his foot.

He also ran to the north, shouting and killing...