Doomsday Game Online

Lin En laughed: "Let's go, you work for us now, first change a separate room for your family."

Zhang Hao hesitated, and whispered, "Will this cause other people's dissatisfaction?"

Lynn chuckled: "Do you think that why our team enjoys everything now, is it because other people are satisfied with me?"

Having said this, he shook his head: "Of course not. It's just that we can fight very well and can provide armed protection that they don't have. Of course, it all depends on the boss, um, it's Mr. Bi's face."

"So, you have to do our business first, and everyone else's business... Hey, it's high to keep enough respect for Ms. Wicked."

Zhang Hao nodded thoughtfully, but didn't feel that what Lin En said was incomprehensible.

After doing business for so many years, interests and etiquette are not related.

Ensuring that the interests of Lynn's team is a business matter, and respecting the boss's daughter is a private matter, and there is no conflict between the two.

In reality, there are people who pay a lot of benefits to please their superiors, wives, children, and parents, but in the end they are in order to obtain greater benefits.

But Captain Lynn was not dead, and this kind of thing was obviously not the newcomer Zhang Hao's turn to worry about.

The only thing he can be sure of is that the identity of the person who brought him last night is by no means simple.

Otherwise, Lynn would not ask him about the details of the family's encounter with the person, and recruit him to join the team so soon, but he didn't mention a word about that person's identity.

Of course, Link never showed his face from start to finish, and the only "look" left to Zhang Hao's family was a metal skull mask.

Only a big man can be so mysterious, and most people don't even have the qualifications to meet him.

This once again deepened Zhang Hao's thoughts: This kind of thigh or backing must be held tightly.

Scarlet Dawn? forget about it.

With just a few details, Zhang Hao felt that there were many contradictions in the group of people, and he thought about it a lot.

Of course, all forces are of this virtue now, and the internal problems of Scarlet Dawn are relatively small, but he, a newcomer with no background, must start from the bottom.

Zhang Hao was also at the bottom of Linn's team, but soon he was not.

Because Lynn had asked him to make a plan to control a certain number of peripheral personnel and work as a striker for the team.

Of course, Zhang Hao, who is the reserve team, has a higher status than these beaters, and he can also direct them to do things, so he is also a middle-level player.

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Not to mention the process of getting along with the new colleagues, Linn and Zhang Hao, Link has already left Bogota, released a small plane from the No. 1 backpack, accelerated on the suburban road, and ascended into the sky.

There are no mutated flying monsters in the real world, and the number of flying monsters in the Flame Demon Legion is not enough to rule the sky.

In the mountainous and hilly areas, the small plane without detours is faster than the Cancer.

With a straight-line distance of 100 kilometers, a small plane can fly more than half of it in less than 20 minutes.

Looking at the faintly red flame devil's lair in the daylight from afar, Link gave a soft huh.

More than 30 kilometers away from the lair, a group of hundreds of people are fighting with thousands of monsters.

The human team, which is absolutely inferior in number, is obviously retreating, but the Flame Demon Legion is in hot pursuit.

Among them, there are hundreds of elite cattle and horse monsters and goat head monsters equal to the mid-to-high-level awakened ones. They are fighting frantically around several of the strongest awakened people among human beings, and they are not allowed to support the team of ordinary people.

As soon as Link's ultra-long vision was swept away, he noticed one of the familiar figures.

As soon as the rudder of the small plane was pressed, it dived down and quickly approached the battlefield at an ultra-low altitude tens of meters above the ground.

The small aircraft with modified materials of the awakening class also has some characteristics beyond physical properties, such as the engine noise is much smaller.

After flying close to the ground, the humans and monsters in the fierce battle did not notice that anyone had arrived in advance.

Old Man Bi's face was red, his eyes flashing with two looming firelights, the long sword in his hand suddenly accelerated, and the pale red sword shadow spread out around several meters.

The attack on the three heads was over, and the cowhorse, who was about to retreat, had his neck crooked, but it was cut in half.

The cervical spine is disconnected, and the remaining muscles and thick skin can barely hang their ugly heads on the body.

The three sheep-headed monsters who made up the second set were so scared that they barked, but it was too late to change their movements.

I can only increase my strength and swing the steel hammer in his hand faster, wanting to attack this terrible human being.

"Dog stuff! Go to hell!" Old Man Bi shouted in a low voice, and he felt his eardrum vibrate and his head was dizzy.

The old man's sturdy body seemed to have grown in a circle, sprinting sideways, his shoulders on both sides flexibly collapsed first and then topped.

Amid the two cracking sounds of bone fragmentation, Old Bi’s left and right shoulders slammed into their sides in turn, causing a large crater to dent in the belt bones there.

However, he "refracted" from the sheep's head by hitting twice in a row.

The faster-reacting monster was swayed by this weird way of changing directions and lost its center of gravity, slipped under its feet, and almost tripped on its own.

The slow-reacting monster had no chance to move, so he could only watch Old Man Bi rush out of the encirclement and step on his feet.

In the babble babble, a series of jumping ghosts and bugs turned into mud under the boots.

Old Man Bi leaped up in the air, and then pulled out the second long sword that he had been carrying behind him. The two swords burst into the air with a dazzling red light.

A intensive flutter sounded, and a group of ox and horse monsters who were about to pounce on the human line of defense flew up with half of their brains.

The shadow of the legs is like a windmill, and the boots are like a hammer, drawn on the body of the sheep's head.

In less than two seconds, seven or eight of the corpses of the bezoars that had become brain-deficient pounded to the ground, and five or six of the sheep's heads were kicked back into the monster group, smashing a large monster.

Bang!

Old Man Bi landed on both feet, shaking the dust on the ground into ripples.

The crimson skin had turned to crimson, as if he was about to bleed, his mouth and nose panted quickly, and a stream of light red air flow continued to erupt.

The group of monsters facing him trembled and their footsteps stopped.

It's not that they haven't seen ferocious enemies, and they're not as afraid of death as ordinary creatures.

But the human being in front of him at this moment is more like their kind, and the kind of higher personality.

The ethnic instinct engraved in the divine particles makes them subconsciously afraid.

Perhaps it won't take long for this human being to be completely eroded and become their own "weird", and it is likely to be a powerful Transcendent leader.

Such thoughts flashed through these ordinary monsters' minds, and they hesitated for a while.

The superb leader is not a Chinese cabbage in this world.

There is no need, they will leave this "future" companion as much as possible to enhance their own strength.

"Dad..." The daughter's voice came from behind the old man.

Old Man Bi just hummed, but he still kept the gesture of hanging his sword with both hands and bowing slightly.

This one just now was the result of his full burst.

If it weren't for seeing the danger on her daughter's side, this kind of "big move" that requires time to breathe back shouldn't be used in this big melee.

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