"Hey, monkey fuck pervert, it's really hard to find you!" Kang Orr spent a long time before he got out of the jungle and found his target.
He threw away the empty marshmallow and took out a photo from his crotch. His eyes kept jumping between the photo and Brandon's face, as if he was confirming whether the person in the photo was himself.
"I asked you, why have you changed so much in just a few months?" Kang Orr looked at Brandon in confusion: "Does the side effects of your perverted behavior include stimulating hair growth? Have you ever considered starting a business?"
But Brandon didn't respond. He was currently connected to the forest, trying his best to stop Tang Ji's arrival.
"Tsk, you didn't respond after saying so much. It seems that you are in a vegetative state, so I won't be polite!" Kang Aer threw the photo on the ground, shook the small ax in his hand, and came closer happily.
Brandon, it's an ax to the head.
Tang Ji, who was advancing through the jungle, suddenly felt that the resistance in front of him had become smaller. The seemingly endless green plants were blocking him like a wall.
The vines, grass, trees, and flowers all seemed to have legs, gathering together without leaving any space to surround him.
No matter which direction Tang Ji goes, this sea of flowers will hug him tightly in the center.
Because of the covering effect of the Flame of Hatred, although these plants were as strong as stone and as tough as steel wire in front of others, they immediately showed their original shape and became weak and weak in front of Tang Ji.
Almost all the green plants in Central Park were quickly spawned by Brandon's ability. After losing that special energy, they are far more fragile than ordinary plants.
But as the green frenzy suddenly stopped, Tang Ji broke the blockade and rushed out, rushing straight in the direction he had determined before.
Tang Ji was like a tank running through the jungle, passing through the forest land with a branch line distance of more than 800 meters in just ten seconds.wΑp.
Finally, he saw Brandon Mann himself, and the bright ax on his forehead...
Brandon's head looked like it had been chopped into pieces of wood. It seemed like it had been struck seven or eight times by the camp axe, which was not very long. Most of the ax body had been sunk into his head, leaving only a section of the handle.
Hanging out in front.
Brown blood flowed outwards along his cheeks. Brandon's eyes protruded outward due to intracranial pressure. His eyes were scattered to both sides and unable to focus. In a true sense, one eye looked to the left and the other to the right.
Look, it’s extremely scary.
But Brandon himself didn't seem to feel much. He was slowly reaching out, holding the handle of the ax and trying to pull the ax out of his head.
"What a coincidence, we meet again... Uh-huh... Bah!" A familiar voice appeared in the grass ball in front of Brandon, and Kang Orr's cynical face squeezed out and faced him.
Tang Ji said hello, for which he had to bite off the vine that stuck into his mouth: "Wait for me..."
Before Kang Orr could finish speaking, he was violently pulled back by the plant. As the vines full of sharp blades around his body rotated like a washing machine, scarlet blood soon dyed red from the gaps.
These mutated plants, as well as the land on the ground.
Seeing Kang Aer appear here, Tang Ji frowned. No one could guess who this lunatic was working for now and what his purpose was.
"Brandon Mann, I'll give you a chance. Let's sit down and talk." Tang Ji glanced at the time and memorized the time of Con Orr's death to prevent that bastard from sneaking up again.
"Talk...talk...?" Brandon spoke slowly as if he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease. At the same time, he pulled out the ax with both hands and threw it on the ground: "I...have nothing to do with...you...
..Easy to talk about..."
"I'm here to make a choice for you." Tang Ji walked to a position two meters in front of Brandon and took out the prelude from his waist: "Either you become a member of mankind and participate in a plan for all mankind.
, or just die here as a plant."
For someone like Brandon Mann, Tanguy wouldn't mind giving him a bullet, but Mikkelsen wanted him to be part of the plan so Tanguy could delay the execution.
He doesn't quite agree with the statement that merits and demerits balance out, just like his attitude towards Mikkelsen. At this stage, in order to fight against players, they can work closely together, but once the war is over, Tang Ji will not hesitate to give Mikkelsen a blow.
Four thousand and ninety-six bullets, if that still can't kill him, Tang Ji has plenty of time to accompany him.
At the same time, Tang Ji also knew very well that if he hadn't been crucial in this war, Mikkelsen would have attacked him long ago.
"Kill...kill...me?" As Brandon's brain was pulled back to its original position by the filamentous plant and the wound slowly healed, his tone and expression gradually returned to normal: "You
How are you going to... kill nature?"
If it weren't for the fact that Brandon's eyes were still so bright when he said this, Tang Ji felt that his credibility could be even stronger.
Boom!
Brandon's newly healed head was exploded by the prelude like a grape. The brown blood mixed with the brain looked like pure natural fertilizer.
Mikkelsen asked him to try to recruit Brandon, and he tried, but the results were not satisfactory, so he went directly to the next step.
Now, it’s time to verify whether Brandon was bragging just now. If he can really incarnate into nature, maybe by now he will have appeared in the Amazon rainforest dancing with the tree of life..Κanδhu5.iá
But obviously, he was bragging. He didn't even know the existence of the Tree of Life before, and Mikkelsen took the initiative to use it as bait.
Tang Jicai didn't believe that anyone could break through the area managed by Mikkelsen and steal a leaf. The leaf of the Tree of Life in John Fleming's hands must have been leaked out intentionally by Mikkelsen.
He found a clean place to do it, took out the Tree of Life cigarette from his arms and lit it, waiting to see Brandon show him what the incarnation of nature was.
Halfway through smoking a cigarette, a thin bud carefully sprouted from the wound on Brandon's body, which was emerald green and formed a sharp contrast with the brown and yellow part of the cross-section of the wound.
Then this thin bud grew in the wind, and it blossomed and bore fruit within ten seconds. The fruit exploded, and a large number of filaments outlined the shape of a head out of thin air. Then more filaments poured out from the wound, filling the empty head.
Brain tissue, bones, muscles, skin, and lens gradually formed.
Out of some inexplicable sense of responsibility, Tang Ji took out his mobile phone and recorded everything. He felt that Wu Qianying would definitely like this thing.
"Hey, nature, come and say hello with the fire of civilization." Tang Ji looked at the pair of emerald green eyes gradually taking shape, and pressed the cigarette butt into his eye socket: "Then reconsider the choice I just gave you."