Zhang Yang stood in front of the group of biochemical gene people with his hands behind his back and a blank expression. They were less than ten meters away. However, Nana and Liu Biao stood in the distance without moving. Each of them felt the helplessness in Zhang Yang's heart.

Curb anxiety.

"If you leave, I will consider letting you live." The speaker was a biochemical man in a black suit.

"Do you still have chips?"

Zhang Yang suddenly raised his hand, and the biochemical man in a black suit felt himself being grabbed by a huge invisible hand, and then flew towards the young man with a murderous look on his face like a cloud and mist.

"Ah..." The biochemical gene man in a black suit screamed and kicked his limbs desperately. However, the palm holding his throat was like a machine. He could only listen to the sound of his throat being crushed and broken.

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"I don't like negotiating terms, and I won't negotiate terms with a group of biochemical gene people!"

Zhang Yang is like the demon king of the region, his face is full of violence and domineering.

Now, he is the master of this underground base, and no one can disobey his orders!

"Crack...!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of metal friction in the deep and wide hall, as if some mechanism had been activated.

There was a strange mechanical transmission sound.

Suddenly, a gap opened in the huge metal door, and a strange smile appeared on the faces of dozens of biochemical people leaning against the metal door...

"Ouch...!"

"Ouch...!"

"Woooo..."

Suddenly, there was a whistle that shook the base from the crack in the door, followed closely by another burst of biting roars, and a vibration like a mountain falling apart...
Chapter completed!