She doesn't want to pretend anymore

This man was transformed with the ability of speed. If these zombies escape, he can catch them back as quickly as possible.

But this person likes the vanity of the outside world and is never very honest.

"I'm not, I'm not, I really feel like someone is spying on us."

No. 300 is a more powerful alienated person, but he certainly did not actively want to be transformed into an alienated person.

Therefore, he did not have much sense of belonging to this organization.

No. 300 is relatively young and playful, so his superiors don't impose too many restrictions on him.

The main reason is that No. 300 is rather cunning and will say nice things in front of his superiors.

They were certain that No. 300 would not betray them because No. 300 also had a bomb buried in his body.

As long as he betrays, he will die.

No. 300 also knew that he was under the control of the organization, so although he was a bit playful and had to pay for each mission, he didn't seem to do anything special.

"Is there really someone there?" 227 looked around but found nothing unusual.

"I didn't notice it. If there really were people, they would have noticed it."

Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven pointed at the string of monsters.

These monsters have a keen sense of smell and an unusual craving for raw food.

Unfortunately, the boss was not satisfied with this wave of monsters.

Not only do they lack human intelligence, but their bodies are also imperfect, making it easy for others to see through them.

If his immortality is based on an irrational premise, the boss feels it is unnecessary.

He hoped to retain his sanity and enjoy the world's wealth forever.

“Can they really detect raw food 100% of the time?”

These monsters are actually forbidden to eat.

They all had muzzles on their mouths, so each monster couldn't bite.

But when it comes to catching people, they are naturally very strong.

Number 300 also looked around, but when he saw nothing moving, he looked away.

He scratched his head: "Maybe my perception is wrong."

The moment No. 300 looked away, he blinked.

He was not wrong, there really was someone in the dark.

However, since everyone pretended not to notice, he might as well pretend not to notice.

He is young, and if anything happens, there are people in front of him to support him.

"I see you just want to go out and have fun, not work."

Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven looked at him mockingly and continued to circle around with these monsters.

According to what the boss said, by leading them to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and combining Chinese and Western methods, they will always be able to refine a zombie like Zero.

"Yes, yes, I'm young, so what if I want to go out and play?"

Number 300 curled his lips and ignored the cursing of number 227.

Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven is so serious just because he wants to accumulate merit in exchange for a chance of a second transformation.

It is said that if a second transformation can be carried out, there is a chance that the life span will be increased.

Of course, only when the technology is relatively mature can these alienated people be transformed.

The number of places is limited and needs to be fought for.

With this quota limit, everyone will naturally be more motivated when working.

But No. 300 doesn't want to have such an opportunity.

He didn't want to live too long. He had witnessed too much cruelty, which had caused great harm to the little hearts of the three hundred people.

He wished he could live a few years less.

Manshu and the others were hiding in the dark, all of them were a little surprised. This number 300 was indeed quite sharp.

He actually noticed their presence.

You know, they are all natural bloodline inheritors, they have restrained their aura and are rarely discovered.

Not only did the man in black robe discover them, he also did not inform anyone else of their existence.