Chapter 165 Silk Thread

Seeing the scene of Zhao Yong's amazing battle just now, not only the dark shadow hiding in the dark, but also Cong Xin and others behind Zhao Yong and others.

Zhao Yong was like a demon god. He killed four people in an effortless instant. He was simply killing people like pulling weeds, which made Cong Xin feel cold all over his body. He immediately cut off the idea that he wanted to continue to follow. Although the rewards in the organization are extremely generous, you have to have a life to get them. He understood the meaning of Zhao Yong looking back when he left. If it hadn't been for the death forest, he would have been killed by Zhao Yongge on the spot when he got off the mountain. Now no matter how arrogant the past is, it's simply an old birthday star hanging, and he thinks it's a long life.

Cong Xin's lips were a little dry, and a kettle was handed over from behind him. Dian Li saw that Cong Xin was in a bad mood, but he was very calm. He had broken the idea of continuing to track as early as Zhao's cottage, just because Cong Xin was the captain of the team and had never shown it.

Dian Li took a look at the Firefox beside him, which was already a strong man with a broken arm. There was no depressed expression on his face. Firefox's injury and physical strength had recovered, and the physical quality of the mutant was far from comparable to that of ordinary people in the past. And the color change is still dull, and there are no emotional fluctuations. Dian Li doesn't know what kind of decision Cong Xin will make.

Cong Xin took the kettle from Dian Li and poured a few mouthfuls of yellowing sour water. He didn't mind the smell of sour smell. He couldn't find any better water in the wild. His attention was not focused on Zhao Yong, who was far away. Cong Xin had made up his mind not to follow Zhao Yong and others. He had other plans in mind. Baozhou City himself must not be able to go back. Eleven team members lost seven people. Even if they complete the task and go back, they can't escape the end of becoming slaves at the bottom. The mutants who were killed by Zhao Yong just now are obviously local mutants in Xiurong City. They find an opportunity to turn in and be careful. However, if you want to switch to the owner, Firefox and discoloration in your team are troublesome.

Cong Xin's eyes turned, and suddenly turned around with a knife. The serrated knife arm was cut in a shadow behind him, Qiang! There was a crisp sound of metal, and the shadow on the ground was twisted. A human-shaped figure emerged from the shadow like a compressed paper. As soon as it appeared, it quickly expanded into a human-shaped outline.

"Hey hey, I don't know if several of you are interested in joining the Black Tiger Gang?" A strange smile sounded in Cong Xin's ear. Cong Xin's pupils shrank, and this product came just right.

The plateau marched south along the national highway. He and Luo Si were about to enter the northernmost area of Xiurong City. He felt that there was a terrible pressure in the west. There should be fierce beasts in the quenching period, and all the ruined buildings in Xiurong City were radially tilted outward. It seems that a big war broke out here. As for the result How, it goes without saying.

After killing the two surviving cannibals, the plateau no longer found other mutants along the way. Soon they entered the urban area of Xiurong City. The plateau saw that at the fork in the distance, there were only a few floors of buildings on one side of the road. The back half of the whole house turned into ruins. It looked like a hotel. On the facade of the front, only two words were left... The store.

On the other side, there are rows of low buildings, which look more like warehouses, and a row of triangular black horse piles in the middle of the fork in the road seems to be made of blood-sucking giant wood. The thick horse is buried in the ground to prevent all beasts that try to pass. Group. Two channels are set aside on one side of the rejection pile to allow people to pass through.

The plateau is a little strange. This kind of defense is simply a little brain-damaged. The triangular-shaped horse in the middle is used to block the impact of the beasts, but why there are two other channels next to it, which really puzzles him. He observed carefully and found that the color of the ground where the refuse horse was placed was black and red, which was such a color after the soil was soaked in blood for a long time. These common sense were taught to him by Zhao Yong. Obviously, there must even be some unknown tricks.

After checking the rejection pile on the plateau, the ice did not stop and continued to move forward, ready to cross through both sides of the rejection pile. Suddenly, when he was about to pass through the gap on one side, he suddenly stopped and stood on the ground like a nail.

Ross behind him saw a drop of cold sweat rolling down from the forehead of the plateau, and a chill rose from the soles of the plateau's feet. Thanks to his continuous ultrasonic detection, that is, the sonar system, when he was about to cross the gap, he found an abnormality and appeared a few centimeters away from his throat. A thin silk thread, which is thin and transparent, can't be visually distinguished that there is a slender silk thread here, which is almost ignored from the eyes.

If there is no mistake in guessing on the plateau, the toughness of this silk thread should be several times stronger than that of the steel wire. Such a slender steel wire is placed here, just like a silk thread gullable knife, which can easily cut the creature rushing at high speed.

The triangular horse-block pile placed in the middle of the road is really a decoration. When the herd or mutor sees the barricade, they will subconsciously choose to bypass it from the side, which is exactly the trap. A picture immediately appeared in the mind of the plateau. The mutatic beast galloped out of the gap at a high speed, and then saw a complete body divided into countless corpses by speed and fell to the ground.

And the silk thread of the roadblock trap is not only this one. There are many in the front. The trap is arranged seamlessly. The plateau has entered the form of the werewolf. The sharp nails popped out of the meat pad and suddenly cut the silk thread in front of him. Only a bang was heard in his ear, and the silk thread was broken into two sections, high. The original finger gently rubbed the broken silk thread head, and found that the material was very similar to the silk fiber texture. The plateau claws crossed the ground at a few times at a high speed, and the thread head was placed on the nails. The heat generated by high-speed friction made the filament burn quickly and spread out into a small black particle, gently twisting it with your hand. It turns into powder. A burnt smell came from the powder. It seems that it is composed of protein, which must be created by someone's mutatic skills and made into this trap. The method is very ordinary. When you see the black and red soil, you will know how efficient it is.

The ultrasonic skills of the plateau are fully open, constantly covering around. For the time being, it has not been found that the lives of other creatures appear in their sonar. It seems that the people who set the traps are not near here for the time being, and the plateau beast claws keep waving forward, bang! Bang! The sound of the broken silk thread is endless, and the high and low sound very rhythmic, just like playing music.

There were whispers in a corner less than 100 meters away from the horse-go pile, but they were covered by the bunker and could not hear any sound.

"You let them cross the district so easily?" A voice in the bunker asked doubtfully, which sounded very unwilling.

"What else can you do if you don't let him go like this? Do you think that the scouts in the early blood exchange realm can capture the middle man alive? And there was a pervert who had just passed before, and the responsibility was pushed down on his head, didn't it end? Why do you have to get into the horns? If you want to kill yourself, don't drag me down. We can't compare with the muscular black cats like the Black Tigers. Let them deal with them. A voice in the bunker rudely interrupted another voice before the sound was finished asking. It was easy for the evil star in front of him to be repaired in less than ten minutes. The trap was destroyed again. Last time, he held his breath for fear of causing suspicion, but fortunately, he escaped without injury. A disaster.

After being educated, the voice at the beginning also calmed down and stopped talking. He still remembered the mutor who rode the giant wolf, the breath of death rising to the sky, so that he could not breathe at all and almost fainted.

Such a powerful breath also aroused the idea of the fierce beast in the west. The fierce beast emitted a powerful breath and showed its strength to the intruder. The provocative mute led the wolf to the west, which saved the lives of the two people. Otherwise, they would definitely have been suppressed by the breath of death.

With the help of sonar detection, the plateau passed through layers of silk traps without much effort. The plateau casually put the cut protein silk in the waist sac beside it. Maybe it will be useful in the future.

The plateau received feedback from its own sonar detection. There seems to be traces of human activities not far to the south. The more closely followed the area with frequent population activities, the more careful it is. The survivors are not much safer and more reliable than the mutable beasts, especially for two foreigners. The breath on the plateau converged and went into the shadow. Luo Si and Jiulong also restrained their breath. Closing the pores is instinctive for Jiulong, not to mention Jiulong, who can do martial arts, and Luo Si is a little difficult. Due to his lack of strength, a small part of the breath leaks outside

After the plateau is upgraded to the realm, the control of the body has been improved again. It can completely restrain its own breath, but occasionally it will be released. When the plateau is completely consolidated, it can be as comfortable as Zhao Yong.

Not long after walking on the plateau, a figure climbed out of the ruins not far away. A thin silk thread spewed out of the mouth of the figure and wrapped around the horse-rejection pile in the middle of the road. When the silk thread was just ejected, it was as soft as cotton. After staying in the air for a few seconds, through the oxidation of the air, the horse The top becomes as hard as steel.