The black man looked back and saw Zhang Bin walking out of the darkness with a grenade launcher in his hand. Looking at Zhang Bin wearing a bulletproof vest and holding a heavy weapon in his hand, the man grew up and looked up and down for a while, then smiled and said:

"My name is LJ, what's your name? The guy in his hand is very cool."

Zhang Bin's ears moved and felt a trace of pressure coming from a distance. He frowned and looked at LJ and said in a deep voice:

"Hurry in and let everyone inside hide, and some terrifying things have arrived."

LJ was just an ordinary person. When he heard that there was danger, he hurried to the theater. Zhang Bin looked up at the sniper at the signboard on the theater gate and said loudly:

"You'd better hide, that thing is not something you can deal with."

"Who are you? Why do I listen to you?" the sniper sneered.

If you don't listen, it's not enough. Zhang Bin came here mainly because there are a large group of special tactics and rescue special service units here. These people can be regarded as special forces elites, otherwise he would not have the energy to stroll around here.

"Dong...Dong..."

A heavy footsteps gradually approached the dim light in front of the theater. The blocker looked through the scope and saw a monster who was two meters tall and two or three meters tall and like an iron tower, strode towards him, while he was carrying a modified six-barrel revolver gun in his left hand and a five-star rocket launcher in his right hand.

The monster had a bald and ugly face. The long centipede-like patch marks on half of his face looked even more ferocious. A pair of gray and black eyes were full of silence and indifference. When he walked twenty meters away from the theater, his eyes began to scan the surrounding environment.

Six or seven people were busy in a tent in the center of the Municipal Square less than a thousand meters away, dozens of computers showed different images, and a white man with glasses was looking at one of the videos, with some strange numbers and a picture flashing on it.

The picture is the front of the theater, and all the moving angles are exactly the same as the direction of the monster. The man frowned and looked at Zhang Bin in the picture and the sniper at the billboard whispered to the woman operating the computer:

"Modify the mission and kill enemies with a risk of more than ten."

"Dadata..."

A group of data on the computer screen changed under the input of a woman. At the same time, a red voice came from Zhang Bin's ear:

"Does it require interference to intercept a digital command?"

Zhang Bin was secretly happy when he heard this, but before he could give orders, the tall monster roared a low roar with his mouth exposed to his teeth, and the rotary machine gun on his left hand began to roar under the power motor.

"The guy upstairs hid."

Zhang Bin ran away like a rushing side. He didn't run to the theater just because he didn't want the people inside to be killed like the original plot. With his roar, the machine gun on the monster's left hand began to burst out and chase him.

The monster is Matt, and is also the tracker of one of the strongest biochemical weapons at this stage. In addition to having its own perception power and speed, the tracker also has powerful recovery ability. With the monitor installed on the eyes, he is not so easy to deal with with with powerful firepower.

Zhang Bin ran wildly to avoid bullets while looking for cover. When he saw a step not far away, he rushed down. Listening to the bullets that were still firing, he quickly rushed to the guardrail on one side and pointed the grenade launcher in his hand at the tracker and pulled the trigger.

"puff."

The grenades flew away quickly, but the tracer had a scanning instrument with a technological one in his eyes. Seeing that the grenade tracker raised countless bullets and swept over.

"Bang."

The first grenade was blown into the air by a bullet. Zhang Bin half-squatted and pulled the trigger continuously. With a puff sound, five grenades quickly shot from the muzzle to the tracker standing in place.

The tracker is a biological weapon, and everything input is combat instinct. Seeing the dense grenades flying over, the guy shook his hand and threw it out. His body flipped forward and he suddenly reached several meters away.

The grenade flew over and destroyed a nearby car, but Zhang Bin continued to shoot the remaining six grenades at the tracker who had just gotten up and ran towards him at high speed. Then he pulled out the launcher and started firing.

The tracker avoided the grenade again, but he was unable to avoid the point shot of Zhang Bin's super pistol. When the first powerful warhead hit the tracker's chest, the tracker blocked his head with his right hand and continued to run forward.

"Smack sex..."

A round of bullets hit the tracker, and this shot can kill an elephant with a heavy pistol that has opened countless holes in the tracker, but it did not seriously injure him. This shows how strong the tracker's own defense and ability to resist strikes are.

Zhang Bin originally wanted to aim at his head and shoot, but unfortunately the tracker's reaction was nothing different from him. No matter how he shot, he could only hit places that could not threaten the tracker's safety.

“So strong.”

Zhang Bin inserted the 44-four pistol that had been empty and pulled out a two-foot-long knife and hedged the tracker.

"roar."

The tracker threw the rocket launcher in his hand, and a huge fist hit Zhang Bin. As soon as Zhang Bin lowered his body, he passed through the tracker's armpit and heard the sound of the cement railing behind him being knocked down by the tracker's punch.

Zhang Bin returned his hand and slashed out directly on the tracker's shoulder. The huge force of a thousand kilograms and a sharp long knife cut into the opponent's shoulder half a foot deep.

"Ao..."

The tracker roared, grabbed the long knife that was slashed into his shoulder with his left hand and pulled it out. Zhang Bin pressed it down hard, but the blade was still lifted inch by inch.

"The strength is stronger than mine, and the recovery ability is amazing."

Seeing the blade leaving the tracker's wound, layers of sticky things appeared to pull the wound back to recover. Zhang Bin couldn't help but feel chills. He raised his foot and pointed it at the tracker's vest and kicked it violently. With a force on his hand, he pulled out his long knife and flew backwards for more than five meters away and fell to the ground.

"Roar...roar..."

The tracker kept roaring and turned around. His palms and shoulders that had just been cut by a long knife have recovered quickly. At the monitoring site of the Municipal Square, the man with glasses, Kane, whispered:

"Who is this person? He was able to injure him."

The woman responsible for analyzing the data whispered:

"There is no information about this person in the database, but he looks like a Chinese, so isn't it Kung Fu?"

"Kung Fu? So powerful." Kane said in surprise.

"Maybe..." the woman shook her head and smiled bitterly.

The tracker roared and waved his iron fist and pounced on him again. Zhang Bin jumped into the air for more than three meters high and kicked him down on the top of the tracker's head. The powerful force kicked the tracker back two steps, but he grabbed Zhang Bin's ankle with a wave of his hand and flicked it outward.

Zhang Bin's body flipped outwards rapidly, but his eyes were surprisingly calm and twisted his body. After flying seven or eight meters, he stood firmly on the ground.
Chapter completed!