Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded

Just when the hound and the ghoul were confronting each other.

Soon.

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An unusual noise was heard from the back again. First, a strong man who looked like a giant ape jumped out.

Then, a bald old man with a strange silver tattoo on his head.

Shen Bei glanced at the two people.

He seemed to have some impression, but not much.

They were not even nodding acquaintances.

In the past, they had never even spoken to each other in Shelter No. 36.

However, the old man had a deep impression, as if he had tortured civilians to death.

Shen Bei set up the sniper rifle and put the crosshairs on the foreheads of the two people.

He wanted to shoot.

But many soldiers came out from the back, and Shen Bei paused for a moment and resisted the urge to shoot.

He took out the detonator again and continued to lurk.

At this moment, Shang Heyu and Xiao Bing were unaware that someone was aiming a Barrett sniper rifle at their heads.

Shang Heyu glanced at the group of zombies and frowned. The roars of these zombies and fighting dogs could easily alarm the enemies hiding in the ruins.

"It's so noisy," Shang Heyu said with some displeasure.

Xiao Bing said indifferently, "Are you afraid of alarming the other party? Haha, we have so many people, I really don't know what you are afraid of."

Shang Heyu narrowed his eyes.

Xiao Bing, who is so thick-skinned, is really helpless.

Shang Heyu immediately waved his hand, and a strong mental wave radiated from his brain.

[Tide of Pain]

All the zombies stiffened and fell to the ground.

Xiao Bing was looking forward to watching his beloved fighting dogs tear the zombies apart, but he didn't expect that the zombies were killed so casually by Shang Heyu.

"Mind your own business..." Xiao Bing rolled his eyes.

Shang Heyu was in no mood to argue with Xiao Bing, so he turned to look at his soldiers.

"No one is allowed to make a sound. No matter who it is, I will tear him apart alive."

Shang Heyu lowered his voice and glanced at his subordinates, revealing a row of white teeth in his mouth, which was chilling.

All the soldiers nodded, and they were silent. They knew the bottom line of the leader, and he didn't want to make any mistakes.

"Damn it, this kid chose a good place. It's not easy to distribute the power with so many exits."

Xiao Bing looked at the approximate terrain drawn by Shang Heyu after the mental scan, and cursed in a low voice.

There were too many exits in the warehouse. He had two pickup trucks and brought more than a dozen men. When they were shared, the power was very weak.

"Listen, One-Eye takes three people to the east exit; Three Fingers takes four people to the west exit; Cripple takes three people to the west exit No. 2, Mr. Shang blocks the north exit alone; I will go to the south exit. After fifteen minutes, we will attack the center together and catch him off guard."

His men nodded and scattered to lurk at various exits.

Xiao Bing swaggered towards the south exit. He did not bring any weapons.

For him, the strongest weapon is his fist.

He enjoys the pleasure of tearing the enemy into pieces with his fist.

He always believed that as long as he found the location, he alone would be enough to catch the little bastard who robbed and killed the supplies.

Shang Heyu was much more cautious. He used very weak mental waves to carefully scan the surrounding terrain, trying to find some hidden passages to prevent someone from escaping quietly.

Suddenly, he found a huge cylindrical iron block under the ground seven or eight meters ahead, and there was a wire pulled out from the iron block, extending all the way to a building behind him.

"This..."

He didn't react for a while, and was still thinking about what this thing was.

"This is a shell!"

Shang Heyu was so scared that he almost collapsed on the ground.

He suddenly remembered the crater he saw at the corner of the underground arsenal passage.

If it was filled with water, it would be a pond.

This level of explosion was definitely not something he could withstand. Even if he opened the energy shield, the shock wave could still tear him to pieces.

He almost ran away from the shell with all his strength.

As for whether to notify others, he had long forgotten it.

Shen Bei saw Shang Heyu running backwards, frowned and hesitated for a while, and turned on the power of the detonator.

"Boom!"

Near the several entrances around the warehouse ruins.

A flame rose.

Five 155mm grenades were detonated at the same time, and the shock wave swept through like a tsunami. The deafening explosion almost tore the eardrums of the human body.

A large amount of smoke and dust was blown into the air and then slowly fell down.

It blocked everyone's vision.

Even though Shang Heyu opened the energy shield, he still felt as if he was hit hard by a hammer.

The energy shield flashed and disappeared, and his body was thrown high up like a rag bag, and then fell to the ground.

"Cough cough!"

He lay on the ground. He kept coughing up blood.

Dust covered his body, and a large piece of his back was burned by the hot gas, blood and flesh were blurred, and the fibers of the clothes were stuck on the wound. Every movement was a burst of heart-wrenching pain.

He felt as if his whole body was smashed with a hammer and then re-stitched, and there was pain everywhere.

He wiped the smoke from his face, gritted his teeth and crawled on the ground in the direction of the pickup truck.

He did not believe that others could withstand the explosion of the shell.

Must get out of here immediately!

He was like a fat insect, moving slowly on the ground.

Suddenly, two leather boots appeared in front of him.

Shang Heyu looked up.

I discovered that they were a pair of streamlined battle armor leggings, which almost perfectly complemented my long legs.

At this time, he had no intention of admiring it. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen this kind of dress somewhere.

Come to think of it...

That legendary name - Shen Bei!

However, Shang Heyu was extremely puzzled.

How could Shen Bei appear at the rear of the battle line?

This is completely unreasonable!

But before he could think about it, there was a gunshot.

A bullet shot out of his shoulder, and the intense pain made him unable to concentrate at all.

"Don't kill me, spare your life, Shen Bei! Is it you? Spare your life!"

Shang Heyu banged his head on the ground desperately.

Blood soon came out.

He cried so hard that traces of marks appeared on his dusty face, making him look miserable.

Shen Bei was speechless, he remembered.

It is said that this guy has good mental control.

A pregnant woman had hallucinations when she was hit by his wave of terror. The orgasm lasted for three days and three nights. The fetus simply couldn't stand the stimulation and miscarried directly.

Yes, the pregnant woman was also brutally tortured to death by this evil old man.

Shen Bei slowly drew out the Shining Spirit. The bright silver blade reflected the sun's rays, making Shang Heyu unable to open his eyes.

"ah!"

The sharp sword tip easily pierced Shang Heyu's back, cutting off his spine.

"My lower body, I lost feeling in my lower body."

Shang Heyu's mouth continued to spurt blood. He began to become incontinent, and feces and urine continued to spurt out from his lower body.

For those with psychic powers, the spine is the second most important organ.

The nerve center inside it is like an antenna. People with superpowers can control the wavelength of mental waves by controlling the length of active nerve bundles.

If the spine is severed, then this person with mental powers can be said to have become a disabled person.

Shang Heyu's face suddenly turned pale. He was not one of those strong, non-human body professionals.

At this moment, he only felt a chill and his whole body shivered.

His brain stores the mental fluctuations of despair, powerlessness and hatred that countless people experienced before they died.

But never has that memory been as real as it is now.

Death was approaching him step by step, irresistibly.

Shen Bei frowned and looked at the smelly filth on the ground, pulled out the sword, turned and left without saying a word.

The most painful death is nothing more than this.