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

Hu Yang looked around at the corpses of the zombies that were being sucked by the black silk. He was so scared that he started to struggle crazily.

The black-haired teenager 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 teenager looked 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 teenager pointed at his chest.

"Those that were absorbed by me are food." The black-haired teenager pointed at the dense zombie corpses.

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

Hearing this, the trembling vice-captain Hu Yang who was paralyzed in the black silk's arms could no longer support himself. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The black-haired teenager ignored him and quickly passed through the shelves. Like a shadow, he filled up another forty barrels of gasoline. Then his whole body directly transformed into black silk and rushed out through the gap in the door.

[System 2d14: Huh?

What a strange angle!

It's like the host's whole body is full of eyes!]

At the same time, the other members of the Flame squad had already escaped to the corridor. An Alien quietly appeared in the team out of the darkness and pushed and shoved 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!"

The paranormals who got on the van shouted. After the last person got on, the van suddenly accelerated and rushed out of the town.

"How many came back?" 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 of them had died, the remaining ability users were still very concerned about the gasoline. They hurriedly asked the boy about it.

The black-haired young man said concisely, "Ten thousand liters. You have to pay 9,000 liters."

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

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When they arrived at the military truck and the jeep, the members of the Raging Flame Base got off and reported the loss of members to their teammates who were waiting in the truck.

The black-haired youth also took out 9000 liters of gasoline from the space and handed it to Lie Yan.

At this point, the two teams parted ways.

After the two trucks drove away, the members of Changfeng Base surrounded the black-haired youth in the middle and carefully checked to make sure that he was not injured in this dangerous hijacking.

Even Wu Yi, the burly man who had suspected an Alien, said to the black-haired youth with self-blame:

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

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

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

What if something happens to you … "

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

An Alien looked at the members of Changfeng and felt that he had suffered a great grievance. He corrected them,

"We didn't lose, 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, Lie Yan 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, Xiao Yi risked his life to get it!"

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 a few hundred pounds of food in the space, so I only filled 49 barrels of gasoline.

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

Next, I'll have to trouble you to repack your luggage. There are only 9 cubic meters left in the space, so it may not be enough. "The black-haired youth 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 shocked by this sudden and huge surprise. 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 starting to pack up the pile of junk.

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

Half an hour later, everyone put the packed luggage back into the black-haired youth'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 with laughter.

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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 stabbed the black vines around him with wooden thorns.

The surrounding black silk ignored it and coldly threw a box of purified water and a bag of biscuits into the room. Then they continued to stay motionless in their original positions.

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That night, Changfeng Base settled down at a rest stop on the side of the highway. After dinner, the members of Changfeng who were tired 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 youth started 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 felt a little 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 youth: "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 host and be reformatted!

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

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

We'll rebind it then, okay? "

System 2d14: "Okay."

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

"Host!

Why don't we owe you another 20 points and obtain login rights to the Salvation Alliance forum! "

A certain 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."

A certain xenomorph was too lazy to get to the bottom of it. "Forget it, 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 enforcers: Those saviors who have been here for dozens of months seem to have been helping the bases eliminate zombies … "

A certain 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! "

A certain xenomorph didn't care. "Go ahead."

Thus, System 2d14 secretly made a post on the forum's public board.

《Record my and Host's Salvation Life》

As a pure new system starting with ZZ, I'll post to record my and Host's first newbie mission ~ 5 days ago, I was bound to Planet B with a difficulty rating of 0.3. Afterwards, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the supervisor of our newbie mission was the SSS-level Great God with the surname H that I've admired for a long time …

… Host and I finally completed the mission. The points we obtained were: 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, sob ~

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, this is clearly a post to show off!

50th floor: Front row to watch the Great God!

51st floor: Watch the Great God!

52nd floor: After three missions with 70 points, I came to warm myself up after reading the post. I hugged myself who was shivering from the cold …

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

Then wouldn't that SSS-level Great God have 0 points?

The forum instantly exploded!

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

2999th floor: Ding!

Sightseeing group punch in ~

9999th floor: Long article: 《Dig up this legendary Great God with the surname H》

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Planet Z

System 099: "Ding!

Good friend Xiao Yun sent you a greeting: Huo Li, how have you been recently? "

System 099: "Ding!

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

System 099: "Ding!

Good friend Little Cat sent 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 hurried out of the meeting hall.

"099, what's going on?"

The black-haired youth continued to smile. "Guess."

System 2d14 did not believe him. "Where is the generator now?"

The black-haired youth estimated. "It's at the bottom of the river 2300 kilometers north of here."

System 2d14 exclaimed, "How do you know, Host?"

Black-haired youth: "I saw it with my own eyes."

System 2d14 cried. "I'm your System, why didn't I see it?"

Black-haired youth: "…" Because you're only bound to one ten-thousandth of my body, my stupid System!

If I gave up on this piece of organic matter, I'd be unbound to you in minutes!

Why don't you have any sense of danger!

System 2d14 was sad until noon. Only then did it recover from the huge blow of not being in sync with its host. It began to suspect everyone in the base in the mind of a certain alien …

Xu Yuncheng also announced a proposal after this gloomy lunch. The general idea was: Since there's no generator, and the small courtyard protected by the mud wall is no longer safe, now we can only rush to the large base in the south before winter arrives.

Everyone discussed for a long time, but no one came up with a better idea. Thus, the decision to go south was made.

The next morning, under Xu Yuncheng's lead, all the members of Changfeng Base put their large luggage, tents, and blankets into the black-haired youth's dimension. The 12 of them drove a van and two jeeps and hurriedly set off.

The black-haired youth temporarily left Old Chen's family at Xu Yuncheng's request and came to sit in the same car as Xu Yuncheng.

This was a bit like surveillance, but a certain Alien didn't say anything and sat quietly in the back seat all the way.

For the entire morning, they intentionally avoided the city. There were only large patches of yellow wasteland outside the window. They occasionally passed by a few villages that were already empty.

On the road, they could often see parked or overturned cars, and various degrees of decomposition of human and zombie corpses.

Wu Han was driving. Xu Yuncheng sat in the front passenger seat with his eyes closed. Sun Yanan and the black-haired youth sat in the back together.

No one tried to start a conversation in the car. The stagnant atmosphere lasted for a few hours. In the end, the alien couldn't stand 2d14's nagging in its mind. It even suspected Wu Yi's daughter once. It turned to Sun Yanan and softly asked:

"When I first came here, you said ordinary people might not … What do you mean?"

The alien paused for a moment and added: "After the apocalypse, I basically didn't contact the outside world, so I don't know a lot of things."

Sun Yanan seemed to be apologetic that she didn't agree to let the black-haired youth join Changfeng Base. She quickly explained: "Don't misunderstand, I don't think ordinary people are useless and opposed to accepting you.

Do you know that at the beginning of the apocalypse, various countries built large bases on islands?

Whether it was paranormals or ordinary people, they were all accepted.

The number of ordinary people was naturally ten times more than paranormals. In the beginning, everything was in order, but those bases were destroyed within a year!

The reason was that they were attacked by zombies!

In the tenth month of the apocalypse, people gradually discovered that non-paranormals who weren't infected by zombies would sometimes suddenly turn into zombies within a few hours without any warning.

Those large bases with hundreds of thousands of people were very densely populated.

As long as a few ordinary people mutated at the same time, they could turn hundreds of thousands of people into a large zombie tide within a day. The paranormals living in the base naturally couldn't be spared. "

The alien thought: "You mean there will be a few ordinary people who mutated at the same time without any warning?"

"Well, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, it was all speculated later."

At this time, Wu Han, who was driving in front, finished the topic:

"So Yannan didn't deliberately target you. In the beginning, Changfeng Base had 46 members, 29 of them were ordinary people.

Until one night, a little girl named Lin Mengmeng suddenly mutated. Everyone was caught off guard and lost 17 people!

Among them, there were 4 paranormals.

Since then, we strengthened our vigilance and set a rule that we would no longer accept strangers who weren't paranormals.

But the ordinary people who survived still mutated one after another. Even my sister-in-law turned into a zombie after giving birth to my little niece.

So now, no one will take such a big risk for an ordinary person who they don't know.

Even I have to lock the door every night when I go to sleep. Maybe one day I will mutate into a zombie?

This way, they can also lock me in the room and won't implicate the entire base. "Wu Han's tone had a trace of self-mockery.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the car solidified again because of this heavy topic.

Until Li Ze's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Boss!

There are two trucks behind us! "

The black-haired teenager looked out of the window and saw a green military truck overtaking them. It drove side by side and sounded its horn as if signaling them to stop.

"Stop first, let's see what they want to do." Xu Yuncheng, who closed his eyes to rest, finally spoke.

The three cars of Changfeng stopped on the side of the road. The two military trucks also stopped on the side. A man in his 30s jumped out of the driver's seat and shouted:

"We're from the Flame Squad, I'm the vice-captain Hu Yang. Do you have space paranormals?"

Xu Yuncheng also got out of the car, but he didn't directly answer his question. Instead, he asked with slight vigilance:

"I'm the person in charge of Changfeng Base, what do you want to do?"

"Don't misunderstand, we're not robbing. We were all soldiers before the apocalypse and then formed the Flame Squad.

It's like this: There's a small gasoline depot in Huai An Town ahead.

Our team has always wanted to get gasoline, but the roads in the town are too narrow and there are a lot of broken cars. Our trucks can't drive in, so we want to borrow a space paranormal to help us load the gasoline.

Does that mean you guys have a space ability user? "This Hu Yang's ability to observe people's expressions was also very good.