After being wanted globally, I will be the city lord in the last days

The last Challenger is also well-wrapped, but not in a metal case.

He was wearing a kind of clothing similar to a protective suit, and he also carried an oxygen tank behind his back, and his face was also closed.

He Wandeng said to Zhou Zhou: "This one is much more flexible than the last one."

Zhou Zhou asked her, "Can I win?"

The system happened to announce the ability of the challenger at this time. He Wandeng heard the strange name and said, "Please tell me first, what is the humanoid base station?"

Zhou Zhou wiped his face and said, "Okay, don't look at the result, we're doomed."

Having said that, he still introduced the situation of the humanoid base station to He Wandeng.

Humanoid base station, 3S-level supernatural powers, the number of people is small, and it is only found in Nanwuzhou so far.

The ability is: spiritual power can act as a local area network to restore network communication in some areas; it can link robots through spiritual power, and a high-level humanoid base station can even have a small robot army.

It can be said that the humanoid base station itself has no attack power, but as long as the robots he controls are strong enough and there are enough numbers, then he will be invincible in the last days.

The challenger slowly reached into the coat pocket in front of him, took out a small silver button that was no bigger than a fingernail and threw it on the ground, then held something like a mobile phone, poked it left and right.

He Wandeng didn't understand and asked, "What is he doing?"

Zhou Zhou replied weakly: "Sakou turned into a robot, judging by the size, he should be using a miniature robot."

The ring master's expression was very solemn, he took out a few fireballs from the space and placed them around his body for defense.

After doing this, he was stunned for a few seconds, and when he came back to his senses, as if remembering something, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and took the golden defense pill that He Wandeng had taken.

The soothsayer who had been standing silently behind Zhou Zhou suddenly said, "The ring master has successfully defended the ring."

Zhou Zhou didn't look back. He didn't know the prophet well, so he thought someone was making fun of him.

He waved his hand back and said, "No one will believe you when you tell such an obviously impossible thing."

Mingzhen reminded him: "The person who said this is the prophet of your base."

Zhou Zhou hurriedly turned around, apologized to the prophet several times before asking: "Is what you just said true? I don't doubt your strength, it's really..."

The prophet interrupted him, and said with confusion in his eyes: "I only saw him succeed in defending the ring, but didn't see what happened. To be honest, I also doubt whether there is something wrong with my ability."

The prophet, like Zhou Zhou, was not optimistic about the champion on stage, so he struggled for a while before telling what he had foreseen.

On the stage, small silver buttons transformed into shapes of spiders, centipedes, ants, praying mantises and other insects.

Ming Zhen took a deep breath and said, "Is this someone who came here to take people's lives?"

Xie Yao slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Speak humanly."

Mingzhen rubbed the painful place, pointed to the pile of insect robots, and replied: "Before the end of the world, Nanwuzhou's new invention is a miniature insect mimic robot.

"It not only imitates the shape and movement of real insects, but also artificially synthesizes their venom and saliva with special effects and puts them into the robot. Robots can basically do what real insects can do.

"The most important thing is that after the end of the world, the scientific research madmen in Nanwuzhou replaced all the artificially synthesized venom and saliva with the venom and poisonous water taken from the mutant, in order to be fatal with one blow."

Zhou Zhou nodded: "That's right, it's true."

"Can your poison also penetrate the skin or enter the body through breathing?"

He Wandeng asked.

She didn't give the poison-clearing herb to the master, but only gave Sui Ming an antidote made from other plants, but she didn't know if it would work or not.

Zhou Zhou answered her: "Yes, I don't know much about these."

The prophet said: "Both gas and liquid are poisonous, and they are so powerful that as long as the skin touches a little bit, you will be poisoned and die."

The ringleader's whole body has turned golden.

After He Wandeng glanced at it, he said to Zhou Zhou, "He won't last long in his current state. If he can't take the antidote in time, he won't be able to survive without those robots poisoning him."

Zhou Zhou knew that she was putting the decision-making power on him.

At this moment, he is like a hopeless gambler, knowing that the champion may die, but he is unwilling to give up the slightest hope of winning.

Seeing Zhou Zhou's silence, everyone understood his choice.

The golden ring master took out a pair of swimming goggles and put them on his face, holding a spear, standing in the protective circle of flames.

Seventeen asked Eighteen in a low voice, puzzled: "It seems that he is very aware of the danger of this match, why didn't he retire?"

Shiba looked at the golden figure on the stage and said, "I don't know what he's thinking, but if I were in his current situation, I wouldn't retire."

Seventeen looked slightly startled: "Why?"

"The benefits are touching. The control of the survival hut is similar to a mining license. If it is operated well, you can get a lot of crystal nuclei without taking risks."

Shi Qi couldn't understand: "Even if the result is likely to be dead and lose? Even if the price of winning is likely to be death?"

Shiba put his chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "We were not born to be expected.

"Seventeen, I don't want to live as much as you imagined. Instead of living aggrievedly, I would rather gamble with my life once."

His only concern for the world is Seventeen. With He Wandeng on Seventeen, his existence is not important.

Shiqi tightly held Shiba's hand. He was restrained by Shiba, unable to turn his head to look at him, and could only express his uneasiness in words: "Shiba, don't leave me alone."

Eighteen did not respond.

In the arena, in a short period of time, the ring master has already made seven movements of throwing the spear and then retracting the space.

He has good aim, hitting the same spot every time.

And his opponent didn't hide, relying on the strong equipment on his body, he lowered his head and fiddled with the machine in his hand the whole time.

After retracting the spear for the eighth time, the ring master glanced at He Wandeng in frustration.

He Wandeng calculated the time and made a motion towards him to take medicine.

She turned her head and asked Zhou Zhou: "What will happen to the little robot on the stage after the machine in the humanoid base station is damaged?"

She wondered why the ringleader would rather poke the clothes that couldn't be pierced at all than touch the machine.

As long as that machine is broken, the robots on the ground will always be affected, right?

Zhou Zhou said: "It's just an auxiliary item for him to better control the small robots. Without that thing, he can still control those robots."

While they were talking, the insect robot, which was not afraid of fire, had already passed through the flames, climbed onto the leg of the master, and climbed onto his face at a high speed.

The ring master took the antidote, but he refused to put it in his mouth for a long time, and he didn't shout to admit defeat, as if he wanted to delay for a while.

At this time, Zhou Zhou was slapped on the back suddenly. If He Lin hadn't supported him with quick eyes and hands, he would have hit the ring.

"Basemaster."

The prophet recognized the person and moved a step to the side to make room.

Zhou Zefang first disliked his son's cowardice, and then said: "Look! This is your father and I, who risked their lives to invite the boss!"

Zhou Zhou looked in the direction of his father's finger, almost autistic.