Chapter 971 Black Eagle Mercenary Group
After about three hours like this, Bai Ling's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he jumped from the second floor of the dilapidated house to the top, following the falling concrete connected with the steel bars, and jumped over the layers of uneven ground. In the residential house, a group of people can be seen not far away coming out of a place full of mutated trees, followed by a few tall zombies.
Of course, in addition to fighting with supernatural powers, it was also accompanied by the screams of zombies.
For Bai Ling, he could see clearly and hear the voice, but for the people nearby, even Bai Xiaoxi couldn't hear it.
Because it's really far away.
In about ten minutes, those people finished off the zombie and started coming here.
The closer he was, the clearer he could see as Bai Ling's eyes had long been accustomed to darkness.
It is a team of about 20 people. Everyone is wearing clothes made of shiny animal skins that are different from leather clothes. You can also see animal bones or the shells of defensive mutant beasts on the clothes. Many, separated into several pieces to wear on the body, not only does not look weird, because except for two of the women, everyone is over 1.75 meters tall and stout, so they appear unusually majestic.
After more than forty minutes, they walked into this area, and they seemed to be very skilled. There were even some people inside who brought something to the people here. Finally, the group of people stopped in front of the abandoned house where they were.
One of the leaders was a stout man with three old wounds on his forehead that looked like mutated animal claws. The corner of Yanji's left eye looked abnormally ferocious. He was about thirty-five years old.
Naturally, he noticed the people in the house, especially the one standing on the edge of the roof, wearing a black leather jacket, which was a little torn and messy, carrying a delicate long sword on his back, with a croquette head, but a fair face, Small and delicate, those faint but star-like eyes were slightly lowered, staring at them.
"Brother." A man with a long face about twenty-seven years old behind him frowned and came out immediately, "There are people here, although it is late at night, but the humidity in the air should be raining soon !"
The thirty-five-year-old scarred man was called Scar because of the scars on his face and because his surname was Dao.
The 20 people behind him were brought out by him alone, all levels are not low, and the scar itself is a level 30 ability level, so it is well-known in the cotton city base, and it is the only one who has been There are only 21 mercenary regiments with him, and they are called "Black Eagle" mercenary regiments.
It makes people dare not underestimate it, even the soldiers stationed at the cotton city base dare not offend casually.
Seven days ago, the Black Eagle Mercenary Group took a mission and went out to find a material, so they didn't come back until now.
They have no right to let the Cotton City base open the gate of the curfew for them at night.
Therefore, like other missionaries in the mercenary group, they choose to stay outside for one night, and then go back when the gate opens at dawn.
Who would have thought that they came late this time, and the incomplete house where they rested before was already occupied.
The pride of being supernatural beings and being right at the gate of the cotton city base, it is impossible for them to rely on their powerful supernatural powers to compete with those poor people who have no ability to risk living here.