"Who are you?! You dare cause trouble for our Taliban? Got a death wish?!"
The middle-aged man barked, his eyes clouding over as his body began to swell.
Second-stage gene lock!
"Put down your weapons immediately and surrender where you stand, or... you will face the wrath of a tier 2 superhuman!"
Besides the middle-aged man, three other imposing-looking men had their eyes cloud over as their bodies swelled.
They were all second-stage gene lock superhumans!
There were four of them in all. They certainly had the strength to back up their arrogance.
"Sure enough, in countries that haven't developed the Gene Serum, the gene lock is the most common path to becoming superhuman."
A classic case of the rich relying on technology and the poor relying on mutations.
Most regular troops used the 'Gene Serum' produced by Heavenly Net, and Home No. 1 was no exception.
Currently, among Shen Jin's own troops, aside from the 500 crossbowmen who had unlocked their gene locks because of their special weapons, Yang Ao was the only gene lock superhuman.
Under the violent pressure from the four second-stage gene lock superhumans, even their own people backed away a little, afraid of getting caught in the aftermath of the fighting.
Tier 2 superhumans could already split iron and shatter stone with their bare hands.
Shen Jin's group of thirteen felt nothing at all.
Whether in numbers or quality, the people facing them were completely outmatched.
Shen Jin smiled disdainfully. "If... this is all you've got, you're far too weak. Everyone, take them down!"
The moment he finished speaking, Li Moxiao's eyes clouded over, and she was the first to charge out.
Shen Jin: "..."
"I always get the feeling... Little Niece has some violent tendencies. No, I need to hurry up and get stronger.