Global Distortion: The Mutation Frenzy of Billions of Lives

19th floor.

Rummage through boxes and cabinets.

Sophisticated search.

A dozen strong men almost searched the room of boss Mo Jianfeng.

"All paper documents and notebooks cannot be let go."

Yang Feng leaned against the door frame, holding a stack of documents in his hand and looking through them carefully, but unfortunately there were no clues.

Small arsenal.

According to Xu Qing, there is a batch of tools that can make weapons and firearms, the location of which only Mo Jianfeng knows.

"Business Contract."

"Company Reports."

"These are of no use anymore."

Yang Feng threw away the document in his hand in disappointment.

Perhaps those important data are stored in your mobile phone or computer.

Perhaps Mo Jianfeng would not record this information at all.

never mind.

Yang Feng was about to give up, but then Su Manman discovered something.

"Owner."

"I found these in Bai Ting's apartment."

Sumanman brought a small book with some shipping lists.

【Datong Cloud Warehouse】

This stack of shipping lists records many miscellaneous items.

Steel bars, cement, copper and iron...

Mixer, steel bar cutting machine, pouring mold...

Yang Feng's eyes lit up.

On the surface, they are just some common materials and tools used to build a house.

In fact, there may be hidden secrets.

The gun molds, manufacturing materials, and 3D metal printer mentioned in the final payment are probably hidden in them.

"That's it for eighty percent."

"A gun is a good thing and will always be used in the future."

Yang Feng put away these lists, then took out a city map and marked this large warehouse.

gun.

The crystallization of human wisdom.

The apocalyptic disaster breaks out, and over time, new hard currencies will replace money.

Tumors, bullets, food! !

The corpse tumors needed by the evolvers are undoubtedly the most precious hard currency.

The second is weapons and bullets.

With firearms, even an ordinary person can have some ability to protect themselves, and can even threaten the lives of others with a gun.

In the end…it’s food and women.

4th floor.

Xu Qing took inventory of all the mercenaries' equipment.

Ten pistols, two rifles, four submachine guns, several sabers, and thousands of bullets of various types.

"You are quite capable."

"Eight people combined bring a small ammunition depot."

Yang Feng knelt down and inspected these weapons.

He picked up a pistol and deftly disassembled it completely, placing every part in a reasonable and orderly manner.

After checking.

Yang Feng quickly assembled the gun, his movements were clean and neat, without any unnecessary movements, and he was very professional.

Long Er, who was silent at the side, could not help but reveal a glimmer of light in his cloudy eyes. He was obviously amazed by the young man in front of him.

“Boss, are you also a professional gun player??”

Xu Qing's face was full of shock. Judging from the boss's methods, he was definitely a professional, at least a veteran, but judging from his age, it didn't match.

"Played for a while."

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, which cast a mysterious veil over his past experience.

"Ryuuji."

"It is said that you are the killer of Yue Kingdom."

Yang Feng put the pistol back to its original position, then turned to look at Long Er and raised his fingers at him.

"Let's fight."

Cross move! !

Yang Feng wanted to tame Long Er.

Although Long Er has 'transferred ownership' to Yang Feng, such top players have arrogance in their bones.

If you want Long Er to truly surrender, you need to completely defeat him.

"certainly."

"I don't want to crush you in strength and speed."

Yang Feng showed a confident and proud smile, and then said: "Let's compare our killing skills."

Killing skills! !

The attack site is the most lethal.

The attack angle is the most tricky.

The simplest, most effective, and most brutal way to kill.

Long Er is a killer who has been trained in hellish torture since he was a child.

He has killed countless people in his life, and his understanding of the weaknesses of the human body is almost engraved in his mind.

"Sumanman, do you have any lipstick? Give me one."

Yang Feng said suddenly. Su Manman beside him was stunned. He quickly went back to the house to get a stick of lipstick and handed it over respectfully.

"Give."

"Is this your personal dagger?"

Yang Feng took out Long Er's personal weapon from the weapons he counted and threw it away.

He himself took off Su Manman's lipstick and smeared it on his fingers, as if preparing to deal with Long Er with bare hands.

"careful."

Long Er didn't say much.

His cloudy eyes gradually became clear, and suddenly a wisp of murderous intent broke out and he rushed towards Yang Feng.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

Long Er's attacks were extremely fierce and his moves were deadly.

The attack angle of the dagger in his hand is extremely tricky and also has various changes.

One blow stabs you in the heart, slides down and cuts into the big tendons of your wrists and arms, and then turns to stab at the kidneys on the side of your abdomen...

Yang Feng resisted the insidious moves.

In the ten years of the dark apocalypse, countless killings have developed a body of superb fighting skills.

Yang Feng killed countless corpse monsters...

The amount of human scum Yang Feng killed is hard to estimate...

No hell training.

There is no complicated routine.

It's nothing but practice! !

The more you kill, the more you will know where to attack.

The more you kill, the more you will know from practice where to cut and kill most effectively.

The more you kill, the more it seems to have become instinctive. You don't need to think with your brain. Your body reacts instinctively, almost like a conditioned reflex.

Even if you don't use absolute power to crush.

Even if you don't use terrifying speed to tear.

Yang Feng's killing instinct completely blocked Long Er's attack and gradually gained the upper hand.

Lipstick! !

A lipstick mark appeared on Long Er's wrist.

A lipstick mark appeared on Long Er's heart.

A lipstick mark appeared on Long Er's neck.

Each lipstick mark proved that it was scratched by Yang Feng's fingers.

The two figures flashed, fighting to the boiling point, and then separated in an instant.

"I, lost."

Long Er looked down at the lipstick mark on his body.

If Yang Feng had used a knife just now, he would have died.

"You are very good."

Yang Feng gave a very high evaluation.

He looked down at his clothes, and there was a big cut on his abdomen.

This proved that Long Er had a chance to hurt him with his killing skills, and his strength was definitely top-notch.

"Su Manman, come here."

Yang Feng hooked his finger at Su Manman again.

"From now on."

"You must practice with Long Er every day and learn his fighting skills."

Practice!

The strength of the evolver is often linked to the supernatural physique.

But... no matter how strong the body is, it is useless if you don't know how to use it, and the powerful ability is wasted in vain.

Learn, train, and strengthen.

How to use your own body.

How to strengthen your own fighting skills.

Long Er is undoubtedly the best practice target and the best teacher.

In order to increase the efficiency of hunting monsters.

In order to obtain more and more corpse tumors.

Yang Feng... also began to gradually cultivate loyal servants around him.

"And."

"Tonight, you will go out hunting with me."