Chapter 150 I Am Here to Collect My Debt and Ask for some Compensation. One Hundred Thousand Corpse Tumors Will Do.

Panlong Base.

The towering concrete walls stretch for dozens of miles to form an endless super barrier.

Bunkers stand on the top of the walls, with countless heavy machine guns and cannons, as well as a large number of secret shooting points prepared for snipers.

The most eye-catching thing is the CNC close-in defense gun.

Those things are used to intercept rockets, and can fire tens of thousands of bullets per minute, and their power can penetrate tanks.

Copper walls and iron walls.

Majestic and magnificent.

The shelter Panlong Base is like a steel giant lying on the ground, guarding the last piece of pure land for mankind.

"That's the shelter."

Yang Feng sat in the co-pilot and looked at the shelter base from a distance.

Although he had seen it in his previous life, every time he looked at the Panlong Base from a distance, he would feel deeply shocked.

"Chief Yang."

"That...that..."

"Actually, I don't think I've lost much, or you can just forget about me..."

Fat Jin Ya was sweating profusely, his forehead and temples were covered with beads of sweat, and his clothes and cushions on his back were completely soaked with sweat.

Break into the Panlong base.

These ten lives are not enough!!

"Oh?"

"Do you think we are going to die?"

Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of teasing and mockery.

Fat Jin Ya's fat body trembled, and he quickly denied: "I dare not, Chief Yang, you are powerful and must have the ability to protect yourself."

"I am a waste, and I will definitely hold you back."

Fat Jin Ya cried, and he wanted to kneel on the ground and kowtow for mercy.

"Stop the car."

Yang Feng stopped teasing the little fat man and said lightly: "You wait here for me, it shouldn't take long."

What?

Breaking into the shelter base by force, and it won't take long, and I plan to come back after finishing the business... It's like going to deal with a trivial matter.

"Chief Yang."

"Don't worry, I will never run around, I will wait for you here obediently."

Fat Jin Ya quickly stepped on the brakes, patted his chest to assure that he had saved his life, showing a grateful expression of surviving a disaster.

"Yeah."

Yang Feng nodded lightly, and then walked towards the direction of the shelter gate step by step.

The tyrant is serious.

The tyrant really intends to break into the shelter.

Fatty Jin looked at the figure that was getting farther and farther away, and swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

Challenging the entire Panlong base alone.

Is it seeking death, or is it really a skillful and daring... Wait and see! !

On the other side.

Under the wall of the shelter, there is a huge steel door forged with fine steel.

It is big enough to accommodate four tanks driving side by side. It is more than 50 centimeters thick and weighs hundreds of tons. It can only be opened by a large crane.

There are several outposts in front of the gate, guarded by hundreds of fully armed soldiers, and everyone's face is full of tenacity.

No matter what kind of young man, he has to admit defeat when he sees this battle...

"Stop!!"

The guards shouted, and their expressions became confused.

Alone? ?

Yang Feng came to the gate of the shelter base alone.

This situation is very rare.

At this stage of the end of the world, there are very few survivors who occasionally come to the shelter. Most of them are caravans transporting supplies, or collection teams sent by the army.

But... looking at the state of the man in front of him, he doesn't look like a refugee at all. He exudes an unsettling and dangerous atmosphere all over his body.

"Who are you, a refugee?"

"Please answer!!"

The guard continued to ask, subconsciously raised his gun and aimed at Yang Feng not far away.

"I am Yang Feng."

"The leader of rescue point No. 9."

"My request is very simple. Please ask the shelter base to pay off the corpse tumor owed to me."

Yang Feng used the iron lung to scream, and the sound waves spread out in circles, allowing every soldier on the scene to hear clearly.

Evolver!!

Only evolvers can expand their voices to this extent.

The guards became more alert, but did not attack rashly. Instead, they used walkie-talkies to report to their superiors.

Soon.

Several figures appeared on the dozens of meters high city wall.

The leader had the number 27 written on his badge, indicating that he was one of the top 30 super soldiers.

Look down on the world.

No. 27---Tiger King!!

A pair of beast pupils are like a tiger, and the whole body exudes a king's aura. There is a king character composed of white fluff on the forehead.

The powerful aura exuded by this person is far beyond the comparison of those small fish encountered before.

"Roar, roar, roar, roar!"

The tiger king roared, and actually jumped down from the dozens of meters high wall.

The tiger king's feet kept stepping on the wall, running vertically downwards, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and landed steadily on the ground after a few seconds.

Powerful!!

If you don't have two brushes, you will be smashed into a pulp.

Swish, swish, swish.

A woman pulled the spider silk, her body flipped in mid-air, her knees slightly bent and fell to the ground, and after a roll, she perfectly released the force.

Swish, swish, swish.

The man's arms were like a mantis knife, and he slashed the blade against the wall while falling, a series of sparks kept splashing, and finally landed steadily.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea Each showed their magical powers.

Several super soldiers stood behind the Tiger King, forming a more powerful and dangerous team, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Gathering Camp No. 9."

"I've heard of you, calling yourself a tyrant."

The Tiger King licked his paw and slowly walked towards Yang Feng.

"You are very courageous."

"You dare to break into the Panlong base alone."

"But... whether you can get the corpse tumor back depends on your ability."

The Tiger King showed an extremely fierce look, and a large number of warlike factors were injected into his genes. When he met a powerful opponent, he naturally became excited.

"More than that."

"The shelter robbed my supplies and killed my slaves."

"The corresponding compensation must be paid."

Yang Feng responded calmly and as a matter of course, not only to recover the remaining corpse tumors, but also to provide sufficient compensation.

This answer surprised the Tiger King.

Arrogant! !

"Compensation?"

Tiger King suppressed his anger and asked patiently: "What compensation do you want? Tell me."

Yang Feng raised his head and said a number very seriously.

"One hundred thousand."

"One hundred thousand corpse tumors."

What! !

This answer was unexpected by everyone.

Tiger King and the members around him were all stunned, suspecting that they had heard it wrong.

One hundred thousand corpse tumors.

According to the explosion rate of ten to one, at least one million corpses must be eliminated to harvest so many corpse tumors.

Crazy.

This man is simply crazy.

"You... are looking for death!!"

"Are you here to pick a fight on purpose?!"

Tiger King's anger could not be suppressed, and the hair on his body stood up in anger.

However.

Yang Feng's next sentence was like a basin of cold water, pouring on everyone's head.

"Catalyst."

"Everyone should have some."

"Inject it now, otherwise you won't have a chance later."

Yang Feng's words once again stunned the super soldiers. The matter of the catalyst is confidential and will only be used in extreme situations where life is threatened.

How did the tyrant Yang Feng know about it? ?

Swish.

Yang Feng raised his hand and threw down small signs one by one.

They collided with each other, making a crisp sound. If you look closely, they are badges with numbers written on them.

Super soldiers.

All members of the Honey Badger Squad, their badges are here.

They were all killed!!

This seemingly arrogant man has killed more than a dozen super soldiers.

Danger.

Extremely dangerous.