"Motherf * cker!" For the first time in his life, a certain Alien cursed.

He propped himself up and looked back at Hu Yang who was still aiming at him, ready to shoot at any time.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Hu Yang fired three shots in a row, while shouting towards the door in a hoarse voice.

"Attention all team members!

There is an extremely dangerous alien parasite here!

For the survival of all human beings, all team members quickly return and kill at all costs … Ugh. "

The black silk tightly blocked Hu Yang's mouth and tied his arms behind his back.

Hu Yang looked at the corpses of the zombies wrapped in black silk and was scared out of his wits as he frantically struggled.

The black-haired youth wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth (A bullet just pierced through my stomach …) and stood up from the ground.

While slowly walking in the direction of the poplar tree, he directly reached his hand into his abdomen that had transformed into black liquid and pulled out the bullets one by one.

When he reached the vice-captain who was scared to the point of peeing his pants, he took out four bullets and threw them aside. He patted Hu Yang's shoulder and said:

"Don't you know that the soundproofing here is very good?"

The black-haired youth glanced at the closed door and continued:

"They can't hear at all, and they are busy trying to block the door so that they can retreat to the corridor."

"Also, let me clarify.

A parasite refers to a life form that parasitizes the host.

And I am the main body. "The black-haired youth pointed at his chest.

"Those that I absorbed are food." The black-haired youth pointed at the dense zombie corpses.

"There is no host here at all, so I am not living as a parasite. Do you understand?" The black-haired youth concluded.

Hearing this, Vice Captain Hu Yang, who was trembling and limp in Hei Si's arms, could no longer hold on. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The black-haired youth ignored him and quickly passed through the shelves. Like an afterimage, he filled up another forty barrels of gasoline. Then his entire body transformed into black silk and rushed out through the gap in the door.

[System 2d14: Huh?

The perspective is so strange!

It's as if Host's entire body is made of eyes!)

At the same time, the other members of the Flame Squad had already escaped to the corridor. A certain Xenomorph quietly appeared among the team in the darkness and jostled with them as they ran out.

A group of people ran out of the yard and rushed to the van, followed by a large group of zombies.

"Drive!"

After the last person stepped into the van, the van suddenly accelerated and sped out of the town.

"How many have returned?" asked a paranormal who had stayed behind.

Thus, the team members, who had just recovered from their shock, began to look left and right to verify.

"Painted Face and Captain Hu didn't come back," someone said.

"Paint-face's neck was bitten off by a zombie at that time. Captain Hu was running at the back, and there were several level-three zombies among them …"

The carriage fell silent. They didn't expect that they would lose their vice-captain in this mission.

"That kid with the space ability ran out!" Someone finally remembered their mission this time.

"Did you put on gas just now?"

"How much oil did you put in?"

Although two people had died, the rest of the paranormal were still very concerned about the gasoline and hurriedly asked the teenager.

The black-haired teenager said concisely, "10,000 liters, you have to pay 9,000."

So on the way back, the atmosphere in the van slowly became cheerful again.

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At the military truck and the jeep stop, the members of the Flame Base got out of the car and reported the news of the loss of members to their teammates waiting in the truck.

The black-haired teenager also took out 9,000 liters of gasoline from the space and handed it to the Flame Base.

The two teams parted ways at this point.

After the two trucks drove away, the members of Changfeng Base surrounded the black-haired teenager in the middle and carefully checked to confirm whether he was injured in this dangerous hijacking.

Even Wu Yi, the big man who suspected a certain Xenomorph, said to the black-haired teenager with self-blame:

"Our Changfeng's attack ability users are too useless!

They can't even protect their own team members! "

Auntie Huang was even more distressed and said, "You child, how can you shoot at yourself!

What if something bad happens to him … "

Xu Yuncheng patted the back of the black-haired teenager and sincerely praised him, "You did a good job today."

A certain Xenomorph looked at the members of Changfeng and felt that he had suffered a great grievance, and corrected them,

"We didn't suffer a loss, right?

In one mission, they sent out more than 20 people, and two of them died.

We only sent one person, and he wasn't injured.

In the end, Flame got 9 barrels of gasoline, but we got 40 barrels.

No matter how you look at it, they suffered a big loss! "

The members of Changfeng understood one after another:

"Yeah, they also lost two people!"

"We got a lot of gasoline for free!"

"How can it be for free, that's what Xiao Yi risked his life for!"

Then someone finally grasped the key point: "Xiao Yi, how many barrels did you just say???"

"40 barrels, 1000 liters per barrel. My space originally had 50 cubic meters, but the plastic barrels still took up space. There were still hundreds of kilograms of food in the space that I didn't take out, so I only filled 49 barrels of gasoline.

After giving 9,000 liters to Flame, we still have 40,000 liters left.

Next, I'll have to trouble you guys to repack your luggage. There are only 9 cubic meters left in the space, so it might not be enough. "The black-haired teenager looked at the messy pile of bedding on the side of the road and said.

The members of Changfeng base: "…"

After a moment of silence.

"Xiao Yi, you're amazing!"

"Wow!

Changfeng made a lot of money this time! "

Everyone was hit by this sudden huge surprise, and they all started to praise a certain Xenomorph.

They couldn't believe that this quiet teenager had just won dozens of tons of gasoline for the base!

The excited members of Changfeng chattered about the adventure just now while they started to pack up the pile of junk.

Xu Yuncheng, who already knew everything, just smiled on the side and didn't say anything.

Half an hour later, everyone put the packed luggage back into the black-haired teenager's space. They also learned their lesson and put some old clothes and expired oats in the van.

Then the group of people continued their journey south happily.

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In the gasoline depot in Huai An Town.

Hu Yang woke up in a staff dormitory surrounded by black silk.

"Help!" Hu Yang jumped up and threw wooden thorns at the black vines around him.

The black silk didn't care. It coldly threw a box of pure water and a bag of biscuits into the room and continued to stay motionless.

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That night, the Changfeng base settled down at a rest stop on the side of the highway. After dinner, the members of Changfeng, who were tired from working all day, went back to their rooms to sleep.

A certain Xenomorph went back to his room.

After closing the door and leaving the black silk as the guard, the black-haired teenager began to call his system.

Unexpectedly, 2d14 burst into tears.

"Host!

Why did you point a gun at me today?

You almost shot me in the head! "

The Xenomorph was a bit guilty. If he really shot, he could just use the black silk to reconstruct his body, but the system that was bound to this organic thing …

Black-haired teenager: "If the system's host dies, what will happen to the system?"

System 2d14 sobbed: "A system can only have one host. If the host dies, the system will return to the main system and be reformatted!

That's why the Salvation Alliance only has a few hundred thousand mission takers, but the system's numbers are already down to four digits. That's because the system disappeared after the previous savior died. Those numbers are all empty, wah! "

Black-haired teenager: "Don't worry, I'll never die. If this body accidentally dies, you can look around. I'll use the black silk to transform into another body and revive.

We'll rebind when the time comes, okay? "

System 2d14: "Okay."

After a while, 2d14, who finally realized that he seemed to have obtained eternal life, became happy again. He began to nag and recommend the benefits of the Salvation Alliance forum to the Xenomorph:

"Host!

How about we owe you 20 points and obtain the login rights to the Salvation Alliance forum! "

Xenomorph: "Why are you so obsessed with logging in to the forum?

Have you been waiting for it since the last mission world? "

He said guiltily, "No, no."

The Xenomorph was too lazy to get to the bottom of it: "Forget it, let's log in!"

"Okay, host!

Ding!

The Salvation Alliance forum has been logged in.

I've already helped you find the post for the C mission world!

There's a summary from the mission takers: The saviors who have been here for a few dozen months seem to have been helping the major bases eliminate the zombies … "

The Xenomorph was uninterested: "Oh."

System 2d14 saw that its host was impatient and asked weakly: "Host!

Then I won't read it … Then, can I post on the forum like the other new systems?

Is it just a record of our growth?

I won't use my real name! "

The Xenomorph didn't care: "Go ahead."

Thus, System 2d14 secretly posted on the forum's public board:

"Record my and host's life as a savior."

As a pure new system starting with ZZ, I'll post to record my and host's first newbie mission ~ Five days ago, I was bound to host and came to planet B with a difficulty coefficient of 0.3. Then, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the supervisor of our newbie mission was the SSS-level god with the surname H that I've admired for a long time …

… Host and I finally completed the mission and got points: 389.33 · 200 · 40 · 0.3 · 100% = 934392 points.

From now on, host and I will continue to work hard ~

1st floor: Sofa ~ Also a newbie starting with ZZ, come to hug each other for warmth.

2nd floor: Bench ~ Fake newbie starting with ZZ, come to hug each other. So far, the points are less than 100, crying ~

10th floor: Upstairs, do you only look at the title and not the content?

He got 930,000 points in one go!

How is this a hug post, it's clearly a post to show off!

50th floor: Front row to watch the great god!

51st floor: Watch the great god!

52nd floor: After reading the post, I, who got 70 points from three missions, hugged my shivering self …

100th floor: Am I the only one who noticed that the OP's mission contribution is 100%?

Then doesn't that SSS-level god have 0 points?

The forum exploded in an instant!

2998th floor: Shocking news about the legendary SSS-level god with 0 points, strong crowd to watch!

2999th floor: Ding!

Sightseeing group punch in ~

9999th floor: Long article: "Dig up this legendary god with the surname H"

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Planet Z

System 099: "Ding!

Good friend Xiao Yun sends you a greeting: Huo Li, how are you recently? "

System 099: "Ding!

Good friend Little Droplet sends you a greeting: Huo Li, is there any problem with your spiritual power? "

System 099: "Ding!

Good friend Little Cat sends you a greeting: Brother Huo, if you encounter any difficulties, you must tell us! "

Huo Li, who was in the middle of a strategy meeting to attack the zerg's mother planet, had to interrupt his speech. He apologized to the hundreds of generals present and hurriedly walked out of the conference hall.

"099, what's going on?"