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

The dark-skinned teenager glanced at the closed door and continued, "They can't hear it.

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

"Also, let me clarify something.

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

And I am the main body. "The dark-skinned teenager pointed to his chest.

"Those that I have absorbed are food." The dark-skinned teenager pointed to the dense zombie wreckage.

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

Hearing this, the vice-captain Hu Yang, who was trembling and paralyzed in Hei Si's arms, could no longer support himself. He rolled his eyes and fainted.

The dark-skinned teenager no longer cared about him. Instead, he flew through the shelves and filled another forty barrels of gasoline like a shadow. Then, his whole body directly transformed into black silk and rushed out through the gap in the door.

[System 2d14: Eh?

What a strange perspective!

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

At the same time, the other members of the Flame Squad had fled to the corridor. A certain Alien quietly appeared in the team out of thin air in the darkness and ran out with them.

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 one after another. After the last person got on, the van suddenly sped out of town.

"How many people came back?" A paranormal who stayed behind asked.

So, the team members who had just recovered from the shock began to look around and check.

"Paint-face and Captain Hu didn't come back." One of them said.

"Paint-face's neck was bitten off by a zombie. Captain Hu ran at the back. There were several level-three zombies in there …"

The van fell silent. They didn't expect that this mission would cause them to lose their vice-captain.

"That kid with the space ability ran out!" Finally, someone remembered their mission.

"Did you fill up the gas just now?"

"How much gas did you fill?"

Although two people died, the rest of the paranormals were still very concerned about the gas. They hurriedly asked the teenager.

The dark-skinned teenager concisely said, "10,000 liters. You have to pay 90,000 liters."

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

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 teenager also took out 90o liters of gasoline from the space and handed it to Lie Yan.

The two groups parted ways at this point.

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

Even Wu Yi, the burly man who had suspected a certain alien, said to the dark-skinned boy with a sense of self-blame:

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

You can't even protect your own teammates! "

Auntie Huang said with heartache, "Child, how could you shoot yourself?

What if something bad happens to him … "

Xu Yuncheng patted the back of the dark-skinned youth and praised him sincerely, "You did well today."

A certain Xenomorph looked at the members of Changfeng and felt that they had been wronged.

"We didn't lose, right?

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

We only sent out 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 for it!"

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

"40 barrels, each barrel is 10o liters. My space originally had 50 cubic meters, but the plastic barrels still take up space. There are still hundreds of pounds of food in the space that haven't been taken out, so I only filled 49 barrels of gasoline.

After distributing 90o 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 dark-skinned 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!

Our Changfeng Base 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 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 dark-skinned 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 to the south while laughing and talking.

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 ignored him and coldly threw a box of pure water and a bag of biscuits into the room. Then, they continued to stay motionless in their original positions.

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 from working all day, went back to their rooms to sleep.

A certain Alien went back to his room.

After closing the door and leaving the black silk as the guard, the dark-skinned youth 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 Alien 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 …

Dark-Skinned youth: "If the host of the system 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 serial numbers have already dropped to four digits. That's because the system disappeared after the previous savior died. Those serial numbers are all empty, wah! "

Dark-Skinned youth: "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.

When the time comes, we'll rebind, okay? "

System 2d14: "Okay."

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

"Host!

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

A certain Alien: "Why are you so obsessed with logging into the forum?

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

It said guiltily: "No, no."

A certain Alien 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 of the mission takers at the top: The saviors who have been here for a few dozen months seem to have been helping the major bases eliminate the zombies … "

A certain Alien wasn't interested in this: "Oh."

System 2d14 saw its Host's impatience 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 Alien didn't care: "You can."

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

< Record my and host's life as a savior. >

As a pure new System starting with ZZ, this post is to record my and host's first newbie mission ~ Five days ago, I, who was bound to host, came to Planet B with a difficulty rating of O3. 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. The points we obtained were: 38933 · 200 · 40 · o3 · 100% = 934392 points.

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

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

2nd floor: Bench ~ Fake newbie starting with ZZ, come to hug for warmth. 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 with 70 points from three missions, I hugged myself who was shivering from the cold …

10th floor: I'm the only one. Is the current OP's contribution at 100%?

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

The forum instantly exploded!

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

2999th floor: Ding!

Sightseeing group check in ~

9999th floor: Long article: < Find out more about this legendary god with the surname H >

Planet Z

System o99: "Ding!

Good friend Xiao Yun sends greetings to you: Huo Li, how have you been recently? "

System o99: "Ding!

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

System o99: "Ding!

Good friend Little Cat sends greetings to you: 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.

"o99, what's going on?"

"Bait is called bait because it has to be able to lure the monster over!"

The tanned youth laughed. "When I just woke up, I saw that mutated beast running a few rounds in the room on the second floor. Did it pounce on any of you?

Also, when all of you were escaping from the slide to the car, didn't that monster only stare at the zombies and bite them!

Instead, when I went down, it rushed towards me.

In the end, that mutated beast crashed into Da Yong's arms, but it didn't bite him. Instead, it turned around and ran away.

If one of you is the bait, the mutated beast most likely won't follow you into the building. "

"Uh …" The few ability users in the car didn't know how to refute.

The tanned youth simply took the walkie-talkie in the car and directly told Xu Yuncheng, who was sitting in the other Jeep, about his entire plan.

He then added, "Although I'm only a space ability user, even if I'm an attack ability user, if that mutated beast catches up to me, I'll only be killed in an instant.

Maybe I can take a big chunk of cold fresh meat from the space and throw it at it, and it'll be more effective than a level three ability user's fireball.

Also, our plan is for the others to lie in ambush in the surroundings and one person to lure the mutated beast into the building where the trap is set. The person who acts as the bait can find a room to hide in and won't have to face the mutated beast directly! "