Outside the factory, Zhengyang Cat was standing under a safe passage. He had just escaped from the offensive and defensive battle between the two sides. There was a huge battle outside the factory, and gunshots continued. Who would have thought that the defensive strength of an inconspicuous pharmaceutical factory could withstand the orthodox
The attack of the three main teams of Deacon Hall.
Even though he looks slightly embarrassed, his clothes are not messy at all. The collar of his elegant white shirt is standing up, his hair is meticulously taken care of, he also wears two black leather gloves on his hands, and the boots on his feet are stained with rain.
and muddy.
Zhou Zhengyang entered the factory through the ventilation duct, rolled and released force when he landed, making very little noise.
Zhou Zhengyang looked around. The equipment and assembly lines in the factory were ordinary. He couldn't help but wonder: "It's nothing special, so why is Mr. Jiang making such a big show of it?"
The only special thing is that the pipe of special material leads to the central underground. Zhou Zhengyang took out a knife and scratched the pipe, and only a white mark was left on it. You must know that the alchemy knife produced by the Equipment Department can easily cut iron sheets. Therefore,
This shows how tough this pipe is.
While Zhou Zhengyang was pondering, he suddenly felt a vibration coming from the ground!
As the main commissioner of the China branch of the Kassel College Executive Department, Zhou Zhengyang possesses powerful force and rich practical experience, and is extremely sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment.
He felt the slight vibration carefully, looked around with a flashlight, and finally found a lightly covered wooden board in a corner.
Zhou Zhengyang could feel that the vibration was coming from below, and it was getting stronger and stronger, which made him sure that there was a cave underground.
Zhou Zhengyang stretched out his hand to grab a strand of hair that was hanging down, and said with a chuckle: "It was an unintentional and orthodox move to make a wedding dress for me, Mr. Zhou, and I accidentally found out that I will get a bonus when I go back!"
Zhou Zhengyang thought about it and opened the wooden board with a snap.
"Holy shit!"
In the narrow passage inside the wooden plank, a monster with a head covered with green dragon scales was drilling upwards, with a strong smell of blood. His head was covered with blood, and there were still human tissues left in the fangs in his mouth, which were scarlet.
The end of his long tongue flew out and hung on his chin.
After Zhou Zhengyang opened the wooden board, he just looked into his eyes. Zhou Zhengyang could clearly feel the heavy pressure coming from this monster, and the dragon's blood in his body was boiling, resonating and resisting.
"Three generations of planting? I'm so stupid!"
Zhou Zhengyang uttered a curse word. He knew very well the coercion of dragon blood. This was not the first time he had faced the third generation of dragon blood.
Zhou Zhengyang pressed down the wooden board hard, and the wooden board shattered instantly when it hit the general's head covered with dragon scales. Zhou Zhengyang had already taken out an M1911 pistol from his coat.
"Bang! Ding! Bang! Ding!..."
The continuous sound of pistols combined into one long sound, mixed with the crisp sound of brass bullets hitting the dragon's scales. At this time, he didn't care whether it would cause a big commotion and attract the defensive forces of the factory.
In one second, Zhou Zhengyang fired eight bullets and emptied the magazine. The bullets in the entire magazine were poured onto the general's head without causing much damage to him. The brass bullet collided with the dragon scale, causing a burst of sparks.
The two dragon scales on his head were shattered.
"Roar!..." The general let out a low roar, the broken dragon scales already causing him pain!
Zhou Zhengyang's bloodline rating is A, and he is already considered the elite among the elites of mixed-race species. However, his heart was shaken by this roar, 'As expected of a third-generation breeder!' Zhou Zhengyang sighed in his heart.
It would be difficult for ordinary hybrids to act under this pressure, but this definitely does not include the elite commissioners of the Executive Department!
This is why on the battlefield between hybrids and dragons, only elites and aces with high bloodlines can gallop and wield swords!
Zhou Zhengyang's eyes bloomed with gold, and the bright golden pupils formed a sharp contrast with the general's cloudy eyes.
"Yan Ling·The dustless land!"
This wind-type word spirit with serial number 81 excludes all matter from the domain. Even the temperature and the air waves generated by the explosion of gunpowder can be temporarily isolated, and it can not be noticed by Kamitachi. Relying on this powerful word spirit, Zhou Zhengyang
Complete the tasks of the execution department safely, even many low-level tasks are like a paid vacation.
The realm of the Dustless Land is oppressing the general. The general is in a narrow passage with no solid ground under his feet. Only by holding on to the concrete on the inner wall with his feet can he maintain his balance. Under this pressure, it is even more difficult to move forward.
Zhou Zhengyang pulled out the folding knife from the cuff of his windbreaker and slashed at the general, the blade was as fast as thunder!
"when!……"
Zhou Zhengyang only felt a huge force coming from the handle of the knife, and he almost dropped the folding knife.
There was another roar from the general, and Zhou Zhengyang struck the two broken dragon scales with his sword. Black blood flowed out of the general's head instantly. He moved his hands angrily, extremely quickly even under the suppression of the Dustless Land realm.
"Dang! Dang!..."
Zhou Zhengyang swung his sword one after another, but it had no effect. The general stretched out a hand from the soil to block his head, and slashed the hard armor of his elbow with the folding knife, breaking through the armor and leaving a scratch on the dragon scales!
The folding knife is an alchemy tool, made by an orthodox and famous alchemy family. However, in the several collisions with the dragon scales, the blade actually cracked several gaps.
Zhou Zhengyang changed his chops to thorns, unleashing the realm of the Dustless Land to its maximum, and the gold in his pupils seemed to have condensed into liquid and was about to flow out.
The general was also suppressed by this huge force and waved his claws to express his anger!
Zhou Zhengyang kept attacking, and now the general was a living target. How difficult would it be for him to get out of trouble? He was attacking like a whack-a-mole, but the general, a "mole", was extremely tenacious and seemed to be cheating.
Generally, it can't be knocked down with a few hammers.
The two sides seemed to be fighting, waiting for one of them to lose strength first, but Zhou Zhengyang's physical strength was definitely not as good as that of a third-generation general.
Zhou Zhengyang frowned. Now he knew that he could not force the general back into his lair, and when the general emerged from the ground, he might not be able to outrun him. It was really a dilemma!
"Roar!" The general's high-pitched roar spread throughout the factory. Zhou Zhengyang tried his best to stabilize his mind but was still shocked. In the moment when he was distracted, the general grabbed the gap in the vibration of the dust-free land, inserted his five claws into the ground and climbed hard, his entire upper body
He walked out of the passage.
"F*ck!" Zhou Zhengyang exclaimed and immediately turned around and ran away. His speed was very fast, and his speed in the chaotic factory building was far faster than the sprint champion in the Olympic Games.
Zhou Zhengyang took out his mobile phone to make a call and was immediately connected. He roared: "I found a third-generation breeder. Tell the Jiang family to come and help!"
There was a roar from the general chasing him behind him, mixed with the roar of the wind. The person on the phone heard it very vaguely, and the person on the other end asked: "What?"
"Three generations of planting! Three generations of planting! Call the Jiang family to come and support! Damn it..."
Zhou Zhengyang twisted around to avoid the general's sharp claws, but his cell phone was crushed by his subconscious force. Zhou Zhengyang threw the broken cell phone at the general, took out a pistol from his windbreaker with one hand and started shooting.
Gunshots rang out, and he aimed at the general's eyes. The dragon scales at the corners of the general's eyes closed like stamens. This could only slow down the general's speed, but could not cause him any substantial harm.
Zhou Zhengyang was running away, his physical strength was rapidly consuming, but the general seemed to be tireless, not losing any speed. Zhou Zhengyang took out his folding knife, found a load-bearing wall, stepped on the wall with both feet and ejected fiercely, holding the knife in both hands.
Kill the general directly!
The executive department is a group of fanatical fighters! As the commissioner, Zhou Zhengyang is no exception!
The general's sharp claws did not dare to show weakness, and he faced the folding knife that was slashing at him. Zhou Zhengyang's face was ferocious, with veins pulsing on his face. He opened his jaw slightly with force, and there was a thread of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth. The closer he got to the general, the stronger the smell of blood became, and his expression became more intense.
The green dragon scales mixed with scarlet blood are very scary!