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Chapter 602 Grafted Gene Warrior 【Ask for gifts, ask for monthly tickets】

It seems to be closed for a few days, I don't know why.

But no one pays attention to these.

Weaver Bay has become a mess of ants on a hot pot these days, who cares about these small things.

It's none of their business whether they're in business or not, and it's none of their business if they lose money.

"Adjust your status, bandage your wounds, act in half an hour, target: everyone in this four-star hotel, remember, I'm talking about everyone. By the way, they are the black hands behind the chaos in Weaver Bay One of them, a native of Sakura Country." Zhuang Ming's cold voice sounded in everyone's ears, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

No one knew what Zhuang Ming was doing.

The eyes of the members of the Sea Eagle National Team were cold, and they would definitely not hold back.

But others are a little less certain.

A hotel must have some special service personnel, and they are all innocent.

One by one, he bandaged his wounds carefully, adjusted his state, ate some chocolate, and recovered his strength.

There is also a piece of information provided by Zhuang Ming, how many people from the Sakura country, and on what floor they are probably distributed.

This is an approximate number, and the most important thing is to rely on themselves.

The mission should not rely too much on the accuracy of the intelligence, unless you dislike yourself for living too long.

Intelligence can only depend on the reference function, after all, they are not performing a task of detailed investigation for a long time, this is a task of cleaning up.

The figure of Zhuang Ming appeared on the top floor of the four-star hotel, calmly looking down at the chaotic Weaver Bay, his eyes full of indifference.

What does all this have to do with him?

Half an hour passed quickly.

Zhuang Ming appeared on the roof of the car without a sound, and no one noticed.

"Let's go." The indifferent voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, without warning.

Everyone couldn't help but get out of the car quickly and quickly.

After they got out of the car, they didn't find Zhuang Ming's figure. They rushed quickly and forcibly broke open the door of the hotel.

Zhuang Ming's figure appeared at the highest level, and there was a master they couldn't face here.

This should be a very important stronghold in Sakura Country, because there is an S-level genetic warrior with a comprehensive aura, but it is mixed with an even more disgusting beast aura.

It is estimated that it is another thing of the ninja in Sakura Country, which is the means of grafting.

bang~
Zhuang Ming directly kicked open the door of the luxury room on the top floor, only to see a monster that seemed human but not human was tearing the throat of the woman he had obviously played with, sucking blood.

Hearing the movement, he immediately raised his head. Those eyes were like a pair of cat's eyes, shining with a frightening green light. The nose turned out to be the nose of a wild beast, and the gap between those white teeth was filled with thick blood.

Keng!
"Baga, who is it?" Quickly pulled out the samurai sword beside the bed, and a ninja uniform quickly appeared on his body, only showing a pair of eyes looking at Zhuang Ming vigilantly.

"You little devil is so disgusting!" Zhuang Ming frowned in disgust. There were still many corpses piled up beside the room, all of them were women.

"You are from Longguo, since you are here, don't even think about leaving today!" The little devil's eyes flashed fiercely, his left hand turned over, and several black lacquered balls appeared in his hand, and he slammed hard on the ground .

boom!
The pungent black smoke filled the room in an instant, and at the same time, the figure of the little devil rushed towards Zhuang Ming strangely in the billowing smoke like a ghost.

The samurai sword turned into a bolt of lightning and slashed towards the place he sensed.

He is a quasi-kage-level ninja in the Sakura Kingdom, and he is already approaching the powerhouse of the Kage-level.

It can be said that he is already the strongest in Sakura Country, and he doesn't believe that he will lose.

Hey~
However, the samurai sword that was slashed out was blocked instantly as if it had hit a steel wall, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward.

"It's just a trick." Zhuang Ming's cold voice rang out in the air with mocking words.

"Baga!" An angry expression was revealed from those gloomy eyes.

He was also a little puzzled, this kind of smoke screen had a trace of poisonous gas, which could paralyze the opponent's nerves.

The line of sight can't penetrate, even he also relies on the special nose of the beast to lock the enemy.

This is a common attack method for ninjas, and it is very useful for ordinary warriors.

Although it is some heresy, sometimes it can really play a good role.

But for Zhuang Ming, he used the wrong place.

Even with his eyes closed, Zhuang Ming could feel his position.

Besides, how could this kind of rubbish toxin affect Zhuang Ming? Zhuang Ming had already anticipated this kind of method, so he just had to hold his breath.

The frequency of the samurai sword is constantly accelerating, but it is blocked one by one.

"Little devil, it's my turn!" The corner of Zhuang Ming's mouth curled up into a wicked smile, this fight seemed really boring to him.

To say that he is an S-level genetic warrior is too flattering.

Zhuang Ming's cold voice seemed to be coming from all directions, making it unpredictable.

In terms of assassination methods, even his ancestors couldn't compare with Zhuang Ming.

Huhu~
呲味~
Suddenly, the little devil's eyes widened, flashing with shock and panic.

The smoke seemed to be split open by a knife, and there was a deep black glow, which scared the little devil back again and again, and the samurai sword quickly blocked in front of him at his limit speed.

A samurai sword that is better than a katana, at this time.

Keng!
block~
It broke!

The little devil only had time to lean back when he felt a chill on his neck. He seemed to see those girls whose throats were cut by him. It was like the familiar sound of a broken tire leaking from his throat. This was the sound of blood spurting.

The smoke dissipated, and the little devil was hurriedly smearing ointment on his throat, and eating their military rations and liquid medicine, which was a special liquid medicine used by ninjas for timely treatment.

With a cold face, Zhuang Ming calmly looked at the little devil in a hurry to save himself in the smoke that was about to dissipate, with deep disdain in his eyes.

It's useless!
The only ending is death!
The other party's eyes were fixed on Zhuang Ming, a trace of fear flickered in his eyes, his footsteps moved back slightly, and he still held a half-broken samurai sword in his hand.

At this time, the little devil didn't dare to relax at all, and he didn't have any time to be afraid. He only knew that this time he fell.

Terrible, he was quickly thinking about his escape plan.

Zhuang Ming's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and a strong sense of crisis descended directly on him.

"Back to the ancestors!" The little devil couldn't stand it anymore, and directly used the methods that S-level genetic fighters knew.

This little devil is also a genetic warrior, but he also uses the grafting method used in the ninja tradition of Sakura Country, which belongs to a new type of ninja.

Over the years, Sakura Country has been constantly experimenting.

next second!
Zhuang Ming couldn't help scolding, the little devil's back-ancestral beast is too disgusting, and he turned a good animal into four different shapes, as if they were spliced ​​together.

(End of this chapter)