I seem to be an evil god

At night, around the Nantai District headquarters of the Dragon Blood Society.

A yellow-haired coachman sat on the carriage and took a nap, but his eyes drifted towards the warehouse not far away from time to time.

There is one of the exclusive material warehouses of the Dragon Blood Society, but recently there has been a lot of movement in this warehouse, and a large amount of materials have been transported to it.

This information was quickly picked up by several other major societies, and the yellow-haired coachman was the spy assassinated by the Lion Heart Society here.

After inspecting the quiet warehouse, the yellow-haired driver glanced around and recognized several pretenders who were conducting reconnaissance intelligence.

These people can be considered old friends. Every time there is some movement in one of them, the rest of the people will definitely gather around.

The Dragon Blood Society itself also has manpower in this field, but because the highest power has always been in the hands of Hughes, Liu Dao was unable to take over these resources when he came to power, and in the end, most of this part of the staff ran away.

Doing this kind of activity is too dangerous, and Liu Dao has nothing to do if he escapes.

The driver glanced around and made sure there was no movement around, then began to fall asleep. He had been staring at this warehouse for almost three days. If he hadn't often seen supplies being transported in, he would have doubted the accuracy of the information.

Let's sleep for a while, I guess there won't be much movement today.

The yellow-haired coachman was leaning on the carriage, with a cold and strange aura coming from his body. He had a trump card if he dared to supervise at night. This strange aura could very well prevent the invasion of alien species.

Ordinary people cannot go out at night because there are often low-level mutants wandering around at night. Basically, professionals with some strength can ignore this rule. Wandering mutants are just looking for death if they encounter them.

The cold aura released by the yellow-haired coachman can disguise himself, making it impossible for ordinary aliens to tell whether he is a living person or an alien species. At the same time, his aura will not be too strong and other professionals will regard him as an alien species.

This method can only be used when the alien brain is not very effective. High-level aliens and professionals can tell at a glance that the aura of the yellow-haired coachman is too weak and is not emitted by the real alien. of.

However, low-level alien species do not have such a high ability to distinguish, and they will ignore the yellow-haired coachman as the same kind.

Just when the yellow-haired coachman was preparing to sleep, a scream suddenly came from the night sky not far away.

"No, that's impossible!"

This scream instantly woke up the yellow-haired coachman. With a movement of his eyes, he knew the positions of several sober intelligence officers around him.

There was movement in the warehouse of the Dragon Blood Society under surveillance, like an experiment failed or a monster went out of control.

This news will be spread to the hands of the major leaders as quickly as possible, but this news is not enough for the yellow-haired coachman.

He has been working here for a long time, and the Dragon Blood Society is now in chaos, which provides him with good prerequisites for infiltration.

The yellow-haired coachman stopped the carriage in a corner and left a puppet on the spot. The puppet was wearing the same clothes as him, and the texture of his skin was a bit more like rubber.

If it were under normal light, this disguise would be easily broken down, but here is a deserted night, and having such a doll on the carriage is enough to scare most little people with evil intentions.

After putting down the carriage, the yellow-haired coachman transformed into a hunter who was about to go out to hunt. He carried a weathered bow and arrow and walked firmly through the city.

There is a certain distance from the observation point to the warehouse. During this period of time, the yellow-haired driver heard many hasty shouts. As he approached the warehouse step by step, many slime-like traces appeared on the surrounding roads.

These traces were caused by the escaping slimes, but in the eyes of the yellow-haired coachman, these were strong evidence that dragon blood would create out-of-control monsters.

The yellow-haired coachman carefully picked up a hunting knife. If he could connect the mutated creatures to the Dragon Blood Society, then the value of the information would be very high.

However, we must also be careful about the emergence of terrifying alien species, which is also a challenge to the yellow-haired coachman.

Holding a hunting knife in his back hand, the yellow-haired coachman advanced against the wall. Behind him, the sounds of people running, the screams of monsters, and the commanding voice of the person in charge could be heard. These all proved that a huge chaos was taking place inside.

Bliss.

A cunning figure climbed over the wall. The yellow-haired coachman narrowed his eyes and recognized the force to which the figure belonged.

The coachman stopped and prepared to wait for the other party to explore the path. Although it was very unlikely, there was also a certain possibility that this was a trap for the other party. It would be best to have a reckless pathfinder.

After a while, the sound coming from the warehouse did not change. The yellow-haired driver carefully investigated again and determined that there was indeed something wrong inside.

Great, it's time for me to show off my skills.

The yellow-haired coachman stretched out his hand to grab the wall. Sharp bone spurs sprouted from the outside of his arms and fingers. The bone spurs stabbed firmly into the wall, allowing him to move like a spider.

Under the cover of night, the yellow-haired driver climbed in. At this time, the interior of the warehouse was in a mess, and the courtyard outside the warehouse was full of traces of destruction.

The yellow-haired driver looked around. Judging from the traces left on the ground and the energy concentration in the air, the out-of-control object this time was probably an acidic alien species.

This type of alien species is relatively harmful, and there are no parts of the body that can be used. The purpose of creating this type of alien species cannot be found for any reason other than deliberate destruction.

The yellow-haired coachman's face lit up. As long as he found concrete evidence of out-of-control mutants, he could take the opportunity to anonymously report the Dragon Blood Society.

When other external forces intervene in the investigation, the Dragon Blood Society will inevitably pay a huge price for what happened today.

The yellow-haired coachman looked around along the wall, paying attention to whether there were any places around him that could be blasted. The noise caused by the loss of control this time was not big enough. If this alien species escaped, the consequences would be even more terrifying, and it would be harmful to the Dragon Blood Association. The impact will also be higher.

The yellow-haired driver searched enthusiastically, but as he went deeper, the movement outside the warehouse became smaller and smaller, and the surrounding light gradually became dim.

call.

Suddenly, a deep gasp came from the deserted night. This gasp was like amplifying the process of deflating a balloon dozens of times. It sounded frightening.

The Huanghua Coachman's face changed. He was only focused on finding the alien species and evidence, but he forgot that it was also the prey of the alien species.

Just as he was about to slowly exit the warehouse, the loud breathing sound disappeared.

not good!

The yellow-haired coachman felt secretly in his heart. He stretched his arms like an ape and rested them on the wall nearby. With this action, he stabbed the hunting knife in his hand into the wall and used it as a fulcrum to move his body quickly.

The next moment, the place where the yellow-haired rickshaw driver was originally turned into a green shallow pit. A highly corrosive solution bubbled happily in the shallow pit, and the wafting smell made the rickshaw driver dizzy.

No, run!

The yellow-haired driver suppressed his dizziness and ran quickly. The opponent's attack was silent, which was very dangerous for him, but considering that the opponent had just made such a powerful attack, it should be a safe time now.

However, when the yellow-haired coachman arrived at the door of the warehouse, he saw an incredible sight:

A giant yellow-green cocoon is slowly collapsing, and every time an eggshell is broken, a little acid will splash around, forming a small light green pit.

These small pits were exactly the same as what the yellow-haired coachman thought was the result of a powerful attack.