Chapter 170: Violent confession?

Naturally, Zhang Fan would not be scared by any violence to force a confession. He stopped paying attention to outside sounds, closed his eyes slightly, thinking of a way. ()
When the people outside saw Zhang Fan no longer talking, they immediately sneered twice and said, "If this is the case, then I'm sorry."
While talking, the door of the room opened slowly after a soft beep.
Zhang Fan opened his eyes and looked towards the door.
However, there was no one at the door.
After waiting for a while, I heard footsteps.
But the footsteps sounded a bit abnormal, as if someone was limping on one foot and walking up and down on the ground.
After another half minute, Zhang Fan finally saw a figure.
It turned out to be a zombie.
His face is half rotten, his tongue is drooping outside, one leg is already broken, and he rustles on the ground when he walks.
From the communicator in the room, the voice of the person just came: "If you say it now, it's still too late. Otherwise, I will feed you to the zombie! This zombie has been hungry for too long and has a strong desire for human flesh. Hehe , Did you choose to speak out to eat meat or not to say that you were eaten by zombies?"
The zombie had already rushed towards Zhang Fan at this time.
Zhang Fan didn't have time to think anymore.
Seeing Zhang Fan's movements, the voice suddenly laughed playfully:
"Hey, it's useless. The anesthetic injection we gave you is very strong, not to mention that you are a level 9 quasi-martialist, even if you are a level 10 quasi-martialer. At this time, there is no strength at all."
Just now, Zhang Fan's right fist blasted the zombie out of thin air.
A huge fist with a diameter of five meters hit the zombie fiercely.
Bang--
The zombie exploded in an instant.
At the same time, the huge fist continued to fly forward.
boom--
The entire wall where the door was located was blasted away.
Together with the room opposite the room also blasted through.
Suddenly there was a sunset slanting in from outside.
A gust of wind blew Zhang Fan's mind immediately.
Although the 301 laboratory can produce sunrise and sunset projections, it cannot imitate natural wind.
It seems that this is not a laboratory.
After the punch just now, the thick chain tied to his right arm has also been broken.
He used the Kaishan Fist's capacity method again to pull the chains of his left arm and legs apart.
Because he had just woke up before, his strength had not fully recovered.
And now, after this period of time, his strength has completely recovered.
He took a big step and walked out of the collapsed wall.
A blood core of level 9;
A level 10 blood core;
A genetic animal blood core;
Five cell enhancers;
Two shadow blades.
Caught me and took so many things from me.
No matter who it is, I want you to pay back ten times!
At the same time, in another room upstairs, three level 8 quasi-warriors looked at the screen that had turned into snowflakes in astonishment.
His eyes were filled with ghostly expressions.
"how can that be?!"
"Such a large dose of anesthetic, even if it is a level 9 monster, even if it can wake up now, the body will not be conscious. This guy..."
"Moreover, the chain is specially made, even a normal level 10 quasi-martialer cannot break away, but he breaks it easily!"
"Damn, this is still not human?!"
Of course they didn't know that Zhang Fan was not an ordinary 9th-level quasi-warrior.
He is a super warrior!
From the moment of becoming a quasi-warrior, everything is destined to be different from ordinary people.
The ability to withstand some medicines is ten or even a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary martial artists.
After all, he has a zombie virus in his body, and there is blood poison from the blood race.
Even the zombie virus and the blood toxin of the blood group can resist, a few anesthetic needles want to clean him?
Are you kidding me?
Only the kind of anesthesia needle specially made by the laboratory for the super warrior can really work on him.
These three 8-level quasi-martial artists were shocked for a while before they came back to their senses.
Then the three quickly picked up their weapons.
At the same time, a Level 8 quasi-martial artist quickly turned on the multi-function watch and dialed the phones of two people: "It's not good, that guy escaped..."
The voice just fell, booming
There was a loud noise in the room and their door collapsed.
The three of them stared again.
Their door is specially reinforced.
Not to mention the level 9 quasi-warrior, even if the level 10 quasi-warrior comes, it cannot be forced open.
Now it collapses suddenly, how strong should that guy be?
The three of them couldn't help but make a grunting sound in their throats.
Footsteps sounded, and a figure slowly appeared outside the room.
The looks are ordinary, the expression on his face is also ordinary, without any murderous aura as imagined.
Zhang Fan looked at the three of them, and there was no murderous look in his eyes.
Everyone says that the eyes are the windows of the soul.
At this time, Zhang Fan's eyes looked very ordinary.
It's like the look you can see casually on the street.
Just looking at his gaze and expression, no one would have thought that he was already murderous in his heart at this time.
The three were slightly surprised.
In their imagination, this guy should be full of resentment, full of anger, full of murderous aura.
What I saw was a very ordinary guy who didn't have the slightest murderous spirit.
This made the three of them relax a bit.
One of the 8th-level quasi-warriors threatened: "I advise you to be honest. It will take ten minutes at most, and our master warrior will come. If you dare to move us, you don’t know how to die... "
Before the words fell, Zhang Fan appeared before his eyes in an instant.
The five fingers of his right hand spread out and are already pressed on the top of his head.
Click
No sloppiness.
The man's head was directly crushed.
The blood mixed with the broken skull fell to the ground from Zhang Fan's hand.
The man's body fell to the ground feebly.
In Zhang Fan's hand, an 8-level blood core had already appeared.
Under the horrified gaze of the two 8th level, he swallowed the 8th level blood core into his mouth.
The blood nucleus entrance, the hunger in his abdomen eased a little.
However, this is not enough.
He also needs more blood cores.
He raised his eyes and looked at the remaining two people.
His eyes were still the same as before, without the slightest murderous look.
It looks very ordinary.
But seeing the eyes of those two people, they both trembled at the same time.
Obviously killing people ~EbookFREE.me~ but it seems to be doing a very ordinary thing.
This is the most terrible.
This shows that this guy has long been killing people and treating people's lives as horrible.
At this time they all regretted it.
If I knew this, I shouldn't have caught this guy.
But now it's too late to say anything.
The two can barely raise the weapons in their hands.
However, the figure flashed, and Zhang Fan had already appeared in front of one of them.
As before, his right hand spreads out with five fingers, pressing on the top of this person's head.
The expression on the face is still ordinary, and the voice is also ordinary, as if two people are chatting: "Let’s say, who are you, why are you arresting me?"
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