If...I mean...if someone dropped a firecracker at your house, the noise of the firecracker would be enough for you to greet them eighteen times.
If he drops a two-kick, regardless of whether he is your cousin, you may also excitedly greet his family's eighteen generations of ancestors.
So what if he dropped a C4?
Compared to the size of the lair, which covers the entire city, Big Fat's self-destruction is only equivalent to a cannon that is slightly more powerful than the two-kick weapon.
But the highly closed environment, coupled with the gasoline barrel Xu Tong left in the fat belly, created an explosion that was naturally different.
Just that violent shock wave, when the lair and tunnels crashed through it like an overwhelming sea, no one knew how many evolvers would suffer from it.
Even the dome of the lair was exploded and collapsed, leaving a huge hole. It was unknown how many corpses of infected people were needed to seal the hole again.
I'm afraid even Xu Tong himself didn't expect this. Fortunately, he ran fast enough, had a strong physical bonus and the active skill Leopard Attack of [Cheetah Cloak], even with two people on his shoulders, he still
Able to walk as fast as flying.
But even so, Xu Tong did not expect that the effect of Big Fat's explosion was so shocking, and the three people were still blown away by the shock wave for a long distance.
Like a kite with its string broken, it flew up with the shock wave for a while before falling to the ground, all of them badly.
When Xu Tong got up from the ground, he saw that the air was hazy, sunlight was shining in from the outside, and the air was filled with a lot of dust.
He was obviously the red-faced Guan Gong, but at this moment he suddenly turned into the white-faced Zhang Fei.
As long as you open your mouth, you will feel as if you have taken a mouthful of sand, which is so sour that it almost makes you suffocate.
Big Fat's explosion effect completely exceeded his expectations, but it was also within his expectations.
After all, if you throw firecrackers in an open field and cover them with a bucket, the power produced by the two is obviously completely different.
"Ahem...Is this your method??"
Yan Niang opened her eyes on the ground, not sure whether she was questioning the explosion, Xu Tong selling her to the ground, or both.
But Xu Tong didn't care and stretched out his hand to pull Yan Niang up and said: "Otherwise, you two can't beat him, do you expect me to challenge him in a duel? You think too highly of me."
He said with an exaggerated look on his face.
The corner of Yan Niang's mouth twitched a few times. Although it was undeniable that this was the best result at the moment, the feeling of being manipulated by this guy was not pleasant.
But Yan Niang is not stupid either. She understands that this is Xu Tong's deliberate revenge on herself for concealing and using him before.
He simply designed such a trap to take revenge on himself and let himself feel what it feels like to be used as a pawn.
There is a proverb that impressed her deeply: "It takes three years for a gentleman to take revenge, but it takes three years for a villain to take revenge."
Just when she wanted to ask Xu Tong where the child was.
Suddenly, a strong wind came and swept away the dust in front of my eyes.
"You are here!"
The cold questioning voice immediately made Yan Niang and Xiao Zi's hearts fall to the bottom.
Of course they knew that although the power of an explosion of this magnitude seemed astonishing, it would never be able to kill No. 8. Don't forget that he was a strong man who was good at flames.
When the two looked back, they saw that one of No. 8's hands had been blown off.
A huge gash was ripped open on his forehead, and of course the wound on his chest that was torn open by Yan Niang was much worse after the impact of the explosion.
But even so, his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, but now they were a bit more vicious and gloomy.
After his eyes quickly jumped over the two people, he quickly searched for the third person, as if Yan Niang and Xiao Hu were no longer important.
"Hey, this way!"
At this time, Xu Tong's voice came. No. 8 quickly followed the sound and saw Xu Tong sitting carelessly on a stone. He was holding a towel in his hand to wipe away the thick dust and paint on his face.
Wipe it off.
No. 8's eyes were finally able to examine the boy's real face, and he said with some surprise: "Human??"
He was very surprised. He didn't expect that the person who caused him a big loss and played tricks on the three source virus hosts was actually a human being.
But he quickly suppressed this look of surprise. No matter whether the other party was a human or an evolved person, even if it had the same source virus as himself, he would never allow him to survive.
Xu Tong wiped the dust off his face, hung the towel aside, and then unhurriedly took out a cigar from the prop book and put it in his hand.
He lowered his head and stared at the cigar in his hand, using a lighter to slowly toast the front end of the cigar with concentration, as if he didn't care at all that No. 8's eyes were about to tear him apart.
"That child is already dead. Even if he wasn't killed by the explosion, he wouldn't be able to survive such a strong shock wave. We have already forced him to this point. Do you still want to naively wait and watch?"
Xu Tong murmured to himself, as if talking to the air.
Hearing this, No. 8 couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and sneered: "I can't save you by pretending to be a ghost at this time."
Xu Tong didn't speak anymore. He just put the toasted cigar to his mouth and took a deep breath. As the smoke clouds floated around him, he raised his head lazily and silently gave a thumbs up to No. 8.
Then the wrist slowly rotated so that the thumb gradually pointed downwards, and the contempt was self-evident.
"court death!"
Being teased and despised by such a human being, No. 8's self-esteem felt like it was being pressed to the ground and rubbed again and again. He jumped up with his legs and killed Xu Tong in a domineering manner.
But Xu Tong did not move, and did not even make a defensive posture. He just took a deep puff of the cigar in his hand, as if savoring the unique taste of the cigar.
This behavior is undoubtedly a kind of silent contempt, and it makes No. 8 feel angry.
However, at the moment he fell in the air, a black shadow jumped over Xu Tong's side. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye, but the strong wind that followed suddenly surrounded him.
The clouds and smoke were sucked into a straight line and dispersed in the air.
"Wang Jiaming!" No. 8's face changed slightly, but he was still in mid-air and had no time to use his strength to change his moves.
And soon No. 8 realized that it was not just Wang Jiaming who took action at this moment, but three other figures were also attacking No. 8 at this moment.
They had been hiding in the dark and observing silently. Since No. 8 was chasing Yan Niang, how could they not hear such a loud noise?
If it was just about who would succeed the Mother Queen, they wouldn't be so worried. After all, the position of Mother Queen comes with sacrifices.
Even the second generation Queen Mother declined at an alarming rate, and would enter a period of decline in less than a few years.
However, Tana's death and the child being stolen were the main culprits that took this matter to extremes.
It's strange that they don't care when it comes to life and death.
And all of this, from the time No. 8 killed Chen Hai, he had fallen into his own trap.
What I have to do is very simple, constantly weaken No. 8, kill the Blood Demon, divide Lianghong, cut off the help these two powerful players bring to No. 8, and at the same time use No. 8's concern for the child as bait to further
To threaten him with serious injury.
It's despicable, but... it's really fun.
As for his special mission, haha, go to hell, it's not the main plot. He can complete it the best, and it doesn't matter if he can't. He turned the entire lair upside down, just for a few words, just for fun!
Until now, No. 8 had been seriously injured, so he used his body as a bait to expose No. 8's flaws.
If at this point, cowards like Wang Jiaming still refuse to give it a try, they can only say...bye, I can't afford it, I won't play anymore.
Fortunately, when Xu Tong was already preparing to run away, Wang Jiaming and the others still couldn't hold back this huge opportunity and rushed towards No. 8.
The four of them joined forces to attack. Normally, No. 8 would never take it lightly. But at this moment, with one of his arms broken, he had to make quick adjustments in the flash of lightning and bravely accept Wang Jiaming's frontal attack.
, and also try their best to avoid the fatal backstab from behind by the other three people.
"Let's go!"
Seeing that the four of them were already fighting together, Xu Tong hurriedly walked to Yan Niang, picked her up and prepared to run away.
"Wait! Help me!"
Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Mustache hurriedly stretched out his hand to Xu Tong and shouted.
"save you??"
He turned around, pretending to be stupid and asked, "I'm not familiar with you, why should I save you?"
After hearing this, Mustache quickly looked at Yan Niang aside. Because of her, his hair had been pulled up into the shape of the Mediterranean Sea. It would be too unreasonable to leave him here at this time.
"Don't look at me, I am also a clay Buddha crossing the river and cannot save myself."
Yan Niang shook her head quickly. At this time, she had to rely on Xu Tong, so how could she help him speak.
Seeing Yan Niang's refusal, Mustache couldn't help but cursed in his heart; "Bitch" but he still tried his best to put on a smile on his face: "Little brother, please help me, I will give you whatever you want."
He didn't want to stay here. After fighting head-on with No. 8, Mustache knew clearly that the direction of No. 8's evolution was entirely for fighting.
Even though No. 8 was seriously injured, it was unlikely that No. 8 could be killed with just the four of Wang Tianming.
He didn't want to stay here waiting to die, but unfortunately his injuries were too serious. No. 8 still used the power of Black Flame for his last punch, but it was through An Jin's technique that it directly penetrated his internal organs.
So much so that now his abdomen was burning like a furnace. If he moved even slightly, he would feel as painful as if his internal organs were completely ignited and burned.
Therefore, we can only look to Xu Tong, a human being, for help. Although as a host of the source virus, asking for mercy from humans, it is simply a joke to spread this matter.
But the fact is that, in the face of life and death, all false names are false.
Xu Tong hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about something, and stretched out his palm towards the mustache: "How about giving me a copy of your source virus, and I will help you?"
