“Is that so? Then what’s your suggestion? ”

The more critical the situation was, the more careful Fang Heng became.

He remained vigilant, trying to sense the possible dangers in the surroundings.

“I suggest you give up the mission in District 8, but I don’t think you’ll be willing. ” Han Jiong stared at Fang Heng, took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, and gulped it down.

“You want the sample? Try it. ”

Mo Jiawei gulped. Seeing Han Jiong’s confidence, he whispered in Fang Heng’s ear, “Something doesn’t seem right. Did this guy take some powerful medicine? ”

Lucia aimed at Han Jiong and pulled the trigger.

Bang! !

A loud gunshot sounded.

Han Jiong put his hands in front of him and took half a step back.

Blocking the bullet with his bare hands?

Lucia frowned slightly and put down the rifle in her hand.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it? ” Han Jiong was very satisfied with the surprise on their faces. He rolled up his sleeves and revealed the alloy on his arm.

“It’s equipment that can reduce the damage of bullets, and it’s permanent equipment. ”

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Mo Jiawei placed one hand in front of his right eye and used detection skill to obtain information about Han Jiong. He whispered, “Don’t listen to his nonsense. It’s a high-level mechanized transformation, probably obtained from the Wasteland Apocalypse. Its weakness is the high-intensity electric current, which can instantly disable it. ”

“Interesting. Let me give it a go! ” After confirming that there were no other hidden threats in the hall, Fang Heng strode toward Han Jiong.

Behind Fang Heng, a fusion Tyrant form rushed toward Han Jiong.

Han Jiong was shocked.

What was that? !

A fusion Tyrant form? !

When he saw the tall figure flashing out from the passage opening, the smile on Han Jiong’s face instantly disappeared.

How could there be such a terrifying thing? !

Everything was out of Han Jiong’s expectations.

Fang Heng could actually control the fusion Tyrant form in District 8?

Why? !

Han Jiong’s mind went blank for a moment.

In the past, he only ever observed the Tyrant form through videos. Now that he was facing the Tyrant form, he felt immense pressure.

Whoosh!

A fist smashed fiercely toward Han Jiong’s face, and he narrowly avoided it.

Bang! Bang, bang! !

Turning his head again, he saw another three fusion Tyrant forms charging toward him at high speed.

“It’s over! ” Han Jiong cried out in his heart.

He could still barely struggle against one fusion Tyrant form, but four at the same time? ! There was no way for him to dodge!

He had just dodged two attacks consecutively, but he could not dodge a third!

He could only raise his hands to block in front of him, trying his best to reduce the damage.

Bang! !

One of the fusion Tyrant forms sent Han Jiong flying.

“Uh… That’s it? ” Seeing Han Jiong being sent flying, Mo Jiawei subconsciously made that statement. Then, he realized something. “Look, his face… ”

In the air, Han Jiong’s face changed. A strange wrinkle appeared on his skin, as if he was shedding his skin.

“Eh? Is it a special disguise ability? ”

Fang Heng was curious, and his gaze shifted to Han Jiong.

The mechanized transformation seemed to be quite powerful. The punch from the fusion Tyrant form actually didn’t kill him?

Bang!

Han Jiong crashed heavily into the wall behind him.

Hiss…

Han Jiong sucked in a breath of cold air. He clenched his teeth and crawled up from the ground.

With the combination of the potion and the mechanized transformation, his overall attributes were already five times that of an ordinary person! He could even be immune to 80% pain!

But even so, he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness when he faced the fusion Tyrant forms.

He had miscalculated!

It was not that the people of the Federation were too stupid to let Fang Heng destroy the shelter so quickly, but the combat ability of the fusion Tyrant forms had already exceeded the overall strength of District 8!

“Oh, so it’s fusion Tyrant forms. I lost. No complaints. ” Ji Qiubei pulled the corner of his mouth and tore off the festering skin on his face, revealing his original appearance, “Let me formally introduce myself. I’m Night Owl’s Ji Qiubei. ”

Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei at the side looked at each other.

It was a little unexpected.

Good heavens, the Federation could actually mess up like this?

To think that even the chief commander of District 8 would be impersonated by someone from Night Owl.

“Fang Heng, we can work together. I’ll help you seize District 8. How about it? With my identity to rely on, you can easily take over District 8, and I… ”

“No need. I can take District 8 myself. ”

Ji Qiubei did not expect Fang Heng to reject so readily. He was stunned for a moment. “I suggest you consider it. It’s not good to be too ambitious. ”

“Thank you for your suggestion, but get lost! ”

Thereafter, the fusion Tyrant forms took large strides forward and raised their huge fists.

“Don’t be too full of yourself, Fang Heng! ”

Realizing that the four fusion Tyrant forms were charging toward him again, Ji Qiubei immediately crushed the white sphere in his hand.

A white light flashed, enveloping Ji Qiubei within.

In the next instant, Ji Qiubei completely disappeared from the hall.

“He ran away? A special teleportation skill? ”

“It looks like a prop. For a person who can disguise himself as the federal commander, it’s not strange for him to have more life-saving abilities. Don’t bother about him. ” Fang Heng did not have the time to care about Ji Qiubei. He wanted to complete the mission quickly and seize the final ownership of District 8 before Night Owl and the Federation could react.

As he spoke, Fang Heng walked to the cultivation pod in front of him and pressed his hand on the cultivation pod to confirm the last five Hila tissue samples.

“Hint: player obtained 5 Hila tissue samples. ”

Got it!

Fang Heng could not help but feel a little excited. He immediately shared the control authority of the fusion Tyrant forms with Lucia and took out the materials needed to make the seal from his backpack.

“Lucia, I will immediately seal the sample. Help me control the fusion Tyrant forms and stand guard. ”

Lucia nodded solemnly. “Okay. ”

…

Outside the shelter, a white light flashed.

Ji Qiubei appeared out of thin air.

He turned around and looked at the federal shelter that had fallen behind him with a ferocious expression.

The mission had failed.

Not only that, but he had also been tricked by Fang Heng! !

Fang Heng must have long prepared to attack the federal shelter! That was why he had generously given the Federation the information on the unknown sample body’s coordinates!

He had actually been manipulated so thoroughly into helping Fang Heng find so many Hila tissue samples for nothing.

When he thought of that, Ji Qiubei wished he could tear Fang Heng apart!

“F*ck! It’s always Fang Heng. It was the same back in District 5! Wait, District 5? ” Thinking back to that time, Ji Qiubei frowned. He vaguely felt like he had grasped onto something.

Ji Qiubei sat down on the spot and rubbed his chin in deep thought.

“Hint: your survival radio has received an emergency message. ”

“Liu Keyi: the Federation has found you. Commander wants you to retreat from District 8 immediately. Focus on District 7 first. Don’t move. I will come and pick you up. We are only retreating temporarily. We will return to District 8 later. ”