Explosions came one after another, and broken arms and thighs were thrown into the air, constantly falling from the sky, like a heavy rain with broken limbs and arms.

Lin Song's arms were still sore. When the last one was thrown out, Lin Song even felt that the right arm was no longer his.

**There are exhausted, but the infected people are still rushing towards here continuously.

Well, there is a situation where the infected people were dressed casually at the beginning, which means that those people were all test items caught by **** or ordinary infected people.

But the infected people rushing over now are obviously different from those who have just been eliminated.

Because they can see at a glance that they are all guards of this base, or the imperial guards here.

If the infected person's pace was not very stiff and felt like a dead zombie, Lin Song really thought they were the army sent by the base to hunt Lin Song.

Could it be that the entire base was infected and was really controlled by that perverted crazy scientist?

Lin Song didn't have time to think too much, so he fired his bow left and right, holding an enhanced violent fire in one hand, with a total of 100 bullets. It can be said that the two hands combined have at least 200 bullet reserves.

It has sufficient firepower, and this violent fire recoil is minimal, suitable for one-handed combat and is extremely flexible to use.

For Lin Song, it was like a tiger with wings. Lin Song's rise of killing was not relying on the supply box, but taking the initiative to attack and chase the infected people to shoot.

Many of the original infected people have evolved, and most of the infected people in these guards are primary infected people, with limited abilities, so they basically come to give away heads.

Lin Song just needs to aim at shooting with a muzzle and everything will be fine, and he will make the experience value and lick a tool kit in a while. Basically, this game can be said to be half successful.

The violent fire and ammunition were exhausted, and Lin Song was not nervous, because those opponents were really weak and didn't need to dodge at all, just shoot bullets directly.

Lin Song threw away the Hellfire and pulled out two ****s from his waist. The bright silver gun body looked particularly domineering. The enhanced version of *20 ammunition can catch up with the supply of the assault rifle.

Coupled with ****'s most powerful lethality, you can shoot the head perfectly with almost one bullet, so that you can kill at all without wasting any waste.

‘Bang bang’

Lin Song's steady and accurate shooting left those infected with no way out. Those who don't understand the market saw this scene and thought that the infected was hunting Lin Song, but experienced people could tell at a glance that this was Lin Song hunting the infected.

If these infected people were still conscious, they would have been so scared that they would have been wet with their pants. Unfortunately, they were just a group of unconscious beasts.

When the last bullet exploded the infected person's head, Lin Song's face showed a long-lost smile.

"Are there any, come out?"

After destroying all the infected people, Lin Song was so tired that he felt like he was about to part with his airs, but he couldn't admit defeat and shouted at the sky because there was still a perverted scientist there.

"Hahaha, Lin Song, do you think you are the winner after you killed all the infected people?"

The image of the old guy once again appeared in the air, and his words seemed to imply that he was the king here and controlled everything. Lin Song was just a martial artist. From beginning to end, the old guy never looked down on Lin Song.

"If you don't accept it, let's see how I kill you."

When Lin Song saw that old guy, he would not be angry. If it weren't for him, Qin Xue would not have suffered such inhuman treatment. She is still in extreme panic and her life is threatened, so Lin Song can't control his emotions and insists on finding the old guy to fight.

"Hehe, I want to incite me to duel with you. Do you think I am as stupid as you? I don't play martial arts value with the martial arts man. So many infected people are not your opponents, so I must not be either. But you want to find me and wait for your love to collect the corpse."

The old guy laughed and said, "I have the ability to control life and death, and see through the various mentalities in this world, and I don't want to be with Lin Song."

"What's your ability to threaten a woman? Come to me if you have something to do."

When Lin Song heard that the old guy was going to kill Qin Xue, he was panicked and responded quickly.

However, Lin Song had long since lost the domineering spirit he had just now, and seemed to be bargaining with the old guy in a negotiation tone.

"Oh. So you gave up?"

The old guy's tone also changed, and he became playful, as if he was playing a game of catching a cat and a mouse with Lin Song. If he didn't play Lin Song to death, the old guy would feel that it would be unsatisfactory.

"After admitting defeat, the special forces in China have never given up on anyone. There was no before, and there will not be no now, and there will not be no future."

Lin Songxin said that even if he died, he could not embarrass the Chinese special forces, or embarrass the old sword king.

"I think you are a dead duck and you are just stubborn. You don't admit defeat, right?"

The old guy smiled grimly, and then the picture changed to Qin Xue again.

Lin Song immediately became timid, his face turned pale because he saw that the countdown under Qin Xue had entered the sixty-second program in less than a minute.

Anyone who knows the timing knows that once you enter the final countdown stage, it means that the risk factor that eliminates the ** will rise sharply, because the insurance current is naturally cut off and an explosion may occur at any time.

"I admit defeat, but it is limited to my personal behavior and does not represent the special forces of China."

Lin Song knew that if he challenged this perverted man again, Qin Xue would definitely die and there would be no time left.

"Haha, aren't you a special forces soldier from China?"

The old guy laughed provocatively.

"I……"

Lin Song didn't know how to answer, no matter how Lin Song answered, he would fall into the pit dug by the old guy for him.

If you say yes, that means China has admitted defeat. If you say no, it has nothing to do with Qin Xue. Lin Song naturally lost the legality of saving Qin Xue.

"You, you kowtow to me and admit defeat, saying that you are all cowards in China, so I will let you go."

The old guy asked Lin Song to think about it himself. There were less than thirty seconds left. If he hesitated, there would be no room for rescue.

"No, no, I am a special forces soldier from China, but I can't represent all special forces soldiers. I can only represent the Sword Squad, and I admit defeat."

Lin Song said in pain.

"Hahaha, the game is over, stop, hey, why is it out of control?"

'boom'

The helicopter was volleyed to pieces.
Chapter completed!