"Does this kid really have a trump card, or is he just pretending..."
The old lady murmured in her heart. Although she was a first-level general, she had a large number of subordinates. Ten first-level soldiers were neatly scattered around her, and there was a first-level soldier in front as a guard.
Although the first-level horse level used as the main means of assassination was restricted by the second-level one, the combat power around her still cannot be underestimated.
But even with such obvious fighting power, the man in plain clothes opposite did not have the slightest panic on his face, but looked like he was sure of himself.
How could this not make the old lady full of doubts.
"Young man, I am not a war-loving person. How about we just pretend that we have never met and go our separate ways?"
After thinking about it, the old man decided to pay attention to the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. His wrinkled lips wriggled slightly and uttered a sentence.
"What a coincidence. I don't like fighting and killing. Why don't you, old lady, give me the second level? Then I'll pretend I've never seen you. You walk on your single-plank bridge, and I'll cross mine on Yangguan Road?"
There was still a smile on the man's lips, but the meaning in his words was not friendly at all.
"Give it to you? Hum, I don't know whether to live or die!"
Seeing that the steps he gave him were thrown aside, the old man finally lost his patience, and a sneer appeared on his clouded face.
After all, she is also a general-level zombie. Although her level is lower than the opponent's, she has already given him enough face. If he still can't be kind, then what's the harm in fighting?
You must know that she has ten first-level soldier-level zombies under her command, and there is also a sergeant-level zombie with strong protective ability. Even if the opponent is a second-level general higher than her, why should she fight with him without any followers? Are you going to fight evenly?
"Although I don't know what kind of bad luck he had to evolve into the second level, but there are no other mutated zombies around, this kid must be showing off."
The anger in his chest continued to spread and burn. At this moment, the old man completely lost the reason that a general-level zombie should have, and he had murderous intentions towards the man in civilian clothes in front of him.
"Hey, I just asked you to give me the second level. Why are you so angry and thinking about killing me..."
Before the old man could make the next move, the man pointed out the old man's thoughts with a relaxed expression.
"You! How do you know what I'm thinking?"
Surprised and doubtful, the old man suppressed the urge to take action immediately and asked aloud.
"Didn't you already see that I am a second-level general?"
The man still had a smile on his face, but the playfulness in his eyes was no longer concealed.
"Second-level general..."
The old man's heart skipped a beat and he repeated doubtfully.
Although she is a humanoid experimental subject within the T organization, the information about the secondary virus is only within the scope of her own strength, and she only knows about the hierarchies and manifestations of higher-order existences.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, silver, and gold respectively represent the manifestations of nine levels in the spiritual field of vision.
For example, red light spots in the mental field of vision represent the first level, orange represents the second level, and so on, yellow represents the third level, green represents the fourth level...
The old man could only see that the equal-order light spots represented by the man appeared orange in his mental vision, which was the second order.
As for the rest, I don't know.
"Are you wondering why I, a second-level general, don't even have a single retinue around me?"
"So what?"
The surprise in the old man's eyes became more and more intense, and the current situation seemed to be developing in the direction she least wanted to foresee.
"Want to know why?"
The smile on the man's face became more and more arrogant, as if the prey had fallen into a trap, just waiting for him to reach out and pick it out.
Seeing the man's confident look, most of the old man's previous fighting spirit was gone.
Although the opponent seemed to be showing off, most of his inner thoughts were indeed guessed. If the second-level general really had the ability to see into the target's thoughts, then starting the war blindly would not gain much advantage.
After a moment of silence, the old man slowly narrowed his purple eyes, looked at the man opposite him carefully for a long time, and snorted coldly.
"Just say what you want, there's no need to show off in front of an old man like me, hum!"
“Spiritual Insight.”
The man raised his eyebrows and spit out a term that the old man had never heard before.
"what is that?"
Although the old man's attention was attracted by the man's words, he still maintained a high level of vigilance, and his purple eyes never left the other man's body.
As long as there is a slight movement, the old man will not hesitate to mobilize the forces around him to protect his own safety while destroying the opponent's possibility of survival as much as possible.
"A special ability only possessed by second-level generals. It can penetrate into the thinking of lower-level generals and control them."
Seeing the change in the expression on the old man's face, the man's mouth curved and he said lightly.
"Sure enough, he has the ability to see through thoughts, and listening to his tone, he seems to be able to control my behavior anytime and anywhere..."
Although he already believed most of it, the old man still asked cautiously.
"If I really follow what you say, then I'm just a piece of meat on your chopping board, to be slaughtered by you? In that case, why are you talking so much nonsense to me? Why don't you just control me directly?"
As soon as these words came out, the old lady seemed to be a drowning person grabbing the last life-saving straw. Her purple eyes revealed suspicion, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.
"I said you are also a general yourself, and you want to ask me such a simple question?"
When the man heard the old man's rhetorical question, instead of showing a panicked look on his face, he actually shook his head in disappointment.
"Is it a loss of mental energy..."
After pondering for a moment, the old man moved his wrinkled lips.
"It seems you are still a teachable child, old woman!"
The man seemed to be the teacher who asked questions in class and nodded with satisfaction when the students gave the standard answers.
"So he wanted to avoid losing his mental power, so he didn't control me immediately, and put forward the condition of giving up the second level ahead to him..."
The old lady thought secretly in her heart. At this time, she had completely believed the man's words and began to weigh the interests.
The other party obviously didn't want to waste his mental energy to control himself, so he showed up to discuss it with her through peace talks.
After all, the world now is not the good old days when the old order existed.
The law of the jungle is the only law in this messy forest.
If you blindly pursue an unknown second-level retinue and thus waste a lot of your own cards, you will definitely not be able to survive for long.
The old lady, who is also a general-level zombie, can naturally understand the man's heart.
calculation.
After weighing the pros and cons, the old man no longer hesitates. Only when you are strong can you have the right to make rules. If you are weaker than others, you can only participate in the survival game in front of you according to other people's rules.
After all, her original intention was just to survive!
"Okay...I'll give you the second level in front...but...hehehehe..."
The old lady seemed to finally let go, and an ugly smile appeared on her face full of black veins.
"But the horse-level zombie in front is my follower. I have to take him away. As for whether the second-level zombie will run away on its own because there are no restrictions, that is not my responsibility..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sergeant-level zombies in front of the old man suddenly retreated and put the old man on his back again. The surrounding soldiers also immediately gathered, surrounding the center and moving quickly towards the position of the horse-level zombies.
Anyway, the man's target was the unknown second-level existence in front of him. The old man's move was a bit like a passer-by who encountered a gangster and robbed him on the road. He suddenly threw away the wallet in his hand and then quickly fled the scene.
Although a little embarrassed, he was able to successfully escape.
Under the control of the old man, the strongest pawn among the corpses rushed to the location of the horse-level zombies. Its code name was Pawn One, and it was the closest to the second-level existence among all the old man's retinue.
Through Zhiyi's vision, the old man clearly saw the scene where Zhang Ning used himself as a cage to trap the horse-level zombies.
"It's just a second-level zombie. It's really unlucky. Anyway, I don't feel bad if I give it to that kid..."
Dark purple quickly retreated from the eyes of the soldier. The old man completely lost his interest in recognizing Zhang Ning. He casually issued an order and quickly evacuated the scene with his followers.
After Zou Yi gained control of his body, the first thing he did was to hold the coat hanger gun stabbed into the abdomen of the horse-level zombie, open his big mouth and bite it desperately.
The hanger gun itself is made of aluminum alloy. It can withstand a large force when stabbing, but it is very fragile in cross section. In addition, Zhang Ning has already lost consciousness at this time and is completely unaware of the outside world. Only then did the pawn bite off the gun body in one or two or three blows, allowing the horse-level zombie to break free.
Although Zhang Ning had lost consciousness due to serious injuries, the condition of the horse-level zombie was not optimistic. He finally broke free from the opponent's restraints. It seemed that he had stood on one leg for too long. He tilted his body and wailed. Fell to the ground.
"It's really useless. Although your opponent is a second-level pawn, as a horse-level zombie that wins with speed, your performance is too poor..."
The old man commented with some disgust on the performance of his subordinates, and immediately two soldier-level zombies withdrew from the side one after another, surrounded the horse-level, and helped him up.
And she herself quickly evacuated to the other end of the street without even thinking, leaving the unconscious Zhang Ning where she was...
"Mountains and rivers meet each other, and we will meet again someday!"
While escaping, the old man did not forget to rush behind him and release mental waves, sending threatening words similar to "I will definitely come back" into the man's mind.
The man smiled and said nothing, quietly watching the old man leave.
It wasn't until there was no more zombies at the end of the street that the man breathed a sigh of relief and removed all the calm expression on his face.
"Huh, I'm scared to death. I didn't expect this old Bi Deng to really believe it. The goddess of luck is smiling..."
This man in simple clothes is named Yan Yuan. Before he became a general-level zombie, he was a third-rate actor...
