Alien Domination

A fighter, or a corresponding so-called evolutionary person on the post-apocalyptic earth, is actually difficult to define how powerful they are.

Facing ordinary people, they are like gods.

Even a heavily armed special team, a fighter with strong strength and combat experience, can still abuse the characteristic members of a unit.

But in the third-level science and technology civilization, a heavy armor or "mech" fighter with the same rich combat experience can rely on the advanced armor and mecha produced by the third-level science and technology civilization, plus skilled operations and a keen sense of combat. In a one-on-one situation, it is difficult to say who wins and who loses.

But there is no doubt that no one will doubt the strength of fighters. If combined with high-tech weapons, they will be like killing gods when facing crocodiles in battle.

However, at this time, what Wang Meng and Fat Dun faced was not the crocodile, but the alien who was more brutal and ruthless than the crocodile-the alien animal race born for battle.

Wang Meng is actually an all-round fighter. Compared with other fighters who rely more on cold weapons made of various cutting-edge materials, after putting in more effort and sweat than others, she has been able to operate various modern weapons. Not inferior to the most elite special forces.

When the "broken dragon gate" weighing tens of tons and more than one meter thick fell down and sealed the only exit of the underground laboratory, Wang Meng held the miniature particle gun in his left hand, and leaped lightly, the heavy sword in his right hand. It pierced into the ventilation duct.

The seemingly hard and clumsy epee pierced the pipe silently. Wang Meng twisted his waist in mid-air, and the sword edge pulled out a wide mouth on the pipe, and then gently dropped to the original position.

The dark green blood flowed down from the pipe, and while it fell on the ground and smoked lightly, the pipe pierced by the blood gave a "crush" sound. A messenger alien body with a skull completely pierced down fell.

"The best way for a fighter to return is the battlefield, but I never thought that the battlefield would be like this."

Fatty couldn't help smiling bitterly, while nagging. His back foot stomped heavily on the ground, and when he jumped, his right fist slammed out.

The fist is extremely strong. There was even a loud sonic boom in the void.

A "worker bee alien" that had just flown out of the pipe was hit by that huge fist before it could avoid it.

The punch was not strong enough for a small "worker bee alien". It flew out and hit the "steel glass" wall hard. When the "steel glass" cracked, the "worker bee alien" also slipped to the ground. .

No injuries can be seen on the surface, but the vital organs in the "worker bee alien" have been completely destroyed by this punch. In fact, when it flew upside down, it was already dead.

Bright passage. A large number of messenger aliens began to appear.

In the ventilation ducts that did not lead to the outside world but connected to the "flowing machine room", obviously there were also messenger aliens slowly approaching.

In Wang Meng's solemn sight, the alien-shaped messengers slowly walking out of the various laboratories, some approached slowly along the passage, some climbed up the wall, and some went straight upside down on the ceiling.

Amid the inaudible "buzzing" sound, a shadow quickly flew over in the distance of the passage.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and if only facing the messenger's alien form, Wang Meng asked himself that he still had the power to fight.

However, she was most afraid of. It is these seemingly humble "worker bee aliens".

Just three or two or even seven or eight, Wang Meng is not afraid.

Looking at it, at least nearly a hundred "worker bee aliens" approached quickly. Wang Meng didn't have any confidence in his heart.

"Everyone's destiny."

He walked to Wang Meng's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her. Chudun clenched his fists, hesitated for a moment or turned his head to look at Wang Meng.

"Sister, I have always liked you."

"I know."

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance if I don't talk about it. Don't lie to me. Do I have a place in your heart?"

Wang Meng didn't speak, but turned his head, and his soft and moist lips kissed his chubby mouth.

It was almost the moment when the lips just touched. The bright underground laboratory suddenly became dark.

He kissed Fatty hard, the moment he looked up. The tiny particle gun in Wang Meng's left hand opened fire.

The blazing particle beams illuminate the space within a certain range, and the chubby and joyful aftertaste the sweetness between the lips. Feeling that it was worth it to die, he clenched his fists and rushed forward.

One by one the messengers rushed up, some were hit by the particle beam and fell down, and then they got up and rushed, and some were hit and fell directly to the ground.

However, at a distance of more than ten meters, when the two sides who had no trace of reservation sprinted swiftly, the tragic fight unfolded in this dark underground laboratory passage.

The energy battery of the micro particle gun quickly ran out. I don't know how many messenger aliens he killed, but relying on Wang Meng who felt he was fighting, but didn't know how many messenger aliens existed around him.

"Sister, if we can leave alive, I will take you to my house."

"Sister, I want to show my parents and all my relatives and friends. I am not a fat woman who looks down upon others, but I have the most beautiful woman in this starry field in my heart."

Amidst the violent fist wind, the chubby voice kept ringing in front of Wang Meng.

Tears couldn't help but flowed down. Wang Meng knew that this little fat man who usually looks unreasonable in front of him must have endured more terrible attacks.

She suddenly felt stupid. The person who loved herself the most in the world was always by her side, but she knew nothing.

Was it because he was too stupid, or the chubby who had been hiding deeply was stupid, Wang Meng no longer wanted this.

She just regretted it, very regretful.

The clear sound of broken flesh and blood continued to sound, and the sound of chubby babble was getting lower and lower.

When the epee was too late to slash, Wang Meng swung his right arm, and the epee knocked a messenger flying from the top of his head into the air. With the faint red light of the warning light that the miniature particle gun on the ground was exhausted, she grabbed a few. Step leaned behind Fat Dun.

I've never felt a man's back, it can make her feel thick and warm, but I realized what is the warm current flowing down my neck, big tears kept coming from Wang Meng's face On dripping.

Swinging the heavy sword mechanically, hearing the weaker and weaker fist wind in his ears and the more and more chubby breathing, Wang Meng only felt a pain in his neck, and then he felt the bottom of his heart.

The tingling quickly turned into an unbearable pain. When the "worker bee alien" that had penetrated his neck from his neck started the cruelest bite, Wang Meng headed to the ground.