Chapter 25: Life and Death Part Ways (7)

  Zhang Fan put down O'Neill's body, O'Neill waited for me, I'll go avenge you, I want to flatten this place for you. To seek justice for you and your mother. In his rage, Zhang Fan only wanted to turn the base into a flat ground in an instant, and the people chasing outside the door became the first victims of Zhang Fan's thunderous anger.

  A loud crash, the door flew out, Zhang Fan used his Wind Blade to forcibly pull the door down and then swung it out. Before the door had even fallen to the ground, Zhang Fan's second attack began again. A thick ball of air shot towards the still airborne door, followed by another loud crash, the door was disintegrated into countless wooden splinters in mid-air, scattering everywhere. Only the sound of wails and screams could be heard from the corridor outside the door, followed by low curses and painful moans.

  Zhang Fan arrived at the door with a cold face, his expression was so cold that it didn't have any warmth. In the eyes of the armed personnel outside the door, he looked like a god of death. Seeing his face meant seeing the god of death. The anger in Zhang Fan's heart had reached its peak, and his superpower was enhanced by his indignation towards the various behaviors within the base. As for the people inside the base, Zhang Fan could no longer consider them as human beings.

  Kill them, destroy this base, can't let Ouni and her mother sacrifice in vain. Zhang Fan's heart had no warmth, no pity, no sympathy, only endless sorrow and killing intent. This killing intent spread to every cell of his body, supporting every move he made.

  Zhang Fan's eyes caught a glimpse of a base member holding a handgun, with the muzzle pointing directly at him. Zhang Fan's mouth curled up into a smile, thinking: "Want to deal with me? Come on! Let the war be even more magnificent!"

  Before the hapless base member could pull the trigger, he found himself going numb in the head, then a blank, and perhaps the ensuing darkness would let him forget all the sins he had committed.

  Actually, several base members looked at Zhang Fan without any movement, and one of their own companions fell down. A deep sense of fear gripped their hearts. What kind of person is this? Is he a demon? How can a demon appear in the mortal world? This experience was truly a nightmare, but unfortunately, it wasn't a nightmare. If it were a nightmare, there would be a day to wake up from it, but would they have a day to wake up from what they saw and experienced?

  Countless muzzles were aimed at Zhang Fan's body, and as if by prior agreement, they simultaneously pulled the triggers. However, when the bullets arrived just a few centimeters in front of Zhang Fan, they could no longer move forward even half an inch. They seemed to be trapped in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat, unable to rise or fall. After exhausting their ammunition, the base members' trembling hands frantically searched for spare clips on their bodies. One person finally found a clip at his waist, but his shaking hands were unable to correctly load it into the pistol. Meanwhile, Zhang Fan had already made his next move.

  He took a step forward at a moderate pace, and the bullets that had been concentrated in front of Zhang Fan also retreated a step back with his footsteps, then suddenly. The bullets that the base members had just fired all fell to the ground, rolling around in pieces.

  Run! This is the common thought that arises in the minds of the base members, but can running still be done at this time? The bullets have been used up, and even if they haven't been used up, what other effect can they have besides slowing down this person's advance speed? However, delaying for one more minute means being able to live for one more minute, and also being able to hold on until the arrival of reinforcements. But is everything still coming too quickly?

  Just as the base members were frantically searching for usable weapons on their bodies, Zhang Fan launched his most ferocious attack on them. Without being cautious, without probing, and without reservation, a powerful wave of consciousness surged forward towards the base members in front of Zhang Fan.

  Every base member who came into contact with Zhang Fan's consciousness wave only felt a buzzing shock in their brain, and then it was as if someone had detonated an atomic bomb in their mind, blowing all their consciousness to smithereens.

  One by one, the base members fell to the ground in front of Zhang Fan before they could even resist. Zhang Fan looked at them coldly, expressionless, as they lay on the ground. None of this was his fault; if anyone was to blame, it was because they had chosen the wrong job and protected the wrong person.

  Without looking back at those he had knocked down, Zhang Fan rushed straight towards the elevator.

  Zhang Fan's disturbance in Room 9 of the East District has been understood by the entire base, and his whereabouts are also under ****'s surveillance.

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  A team of base members stood guard at the elevator entrance, having just received a notice that someone had broken in and killed many people. No matter what the purpose of this person's arrival was, they all had to defend their area of responsibility well, as long as it was an unrelated person who came, he would not be allowed to leave alive.

  This is the core part of the base, and also the most heavily guarded place. The only way to enter this area is through an elevator that comes down from above the base. When there's a power outage or the elevator breaks down, the base and its core become two separate spaces, which is designed to protect the safety of the core in case the base is attacked. Although they are quite confident about the security system here, they still can't afford to be careless, after all, the most important place is also the most dangerous one.

  The elevator was the only passageway, and as long as they guarded the entrance, even if a mosquito wanted to come in, it would be beaten to death without leaving any remains. The indicator lights on the elevator lit up under their gaze, and their hearts also rose with the red glow. Who was coming? One or several people? Thinking about the incoming person being attacked by them made their hearts excited like a beehive, filled with unknown thrills. They usually guarded this place without any entertainment activities, although there were many beautiful women in the base, but unfortunately, they didn't have a share. Their usual pastime was betting on fights, and when they received the notification, they were so excited that they wished those people would rush into their territory immediately, knowing that this time they wouldn't have to bet on who won or lost how many rounds, but could bet on how many shots someone fired at the intruders.

  The more dangerous it is, the more exciting it is. The elevator stopped under their gaze, and their expectations were also raised to the highest point.