The Power of a Siscon?

Another burst of mechanical noise rang out, and two more doors opened in the walls on either side.

Heavy footsteps echoed as the other two—Number Two and Number Three—appeared at the same time.

At that moment, the base staff cowering in the corners chose to scatter and flee.

This was their only chance to escape alive.

Unfortunately, someone had already anticipated their reaction. The moment Number Two and Number Three stepped out of the passageway, the doors behind them slammed shut.

Not only did the fleeing staff members' charge come to nothing, it also stirred Number Two and Number Three's desire to kill. The black straight blades in their hands swung down, tearing their bodies apart.

The safe room was instantly filled with a thick stench of blood.

"Phew—"

Mu Yang exhaled and moved as well.

He did not know why someone had gathered them here like this, but since he was here, he would kill first.

Once he had slaughtered every enemy before him, he could think about whatever schemes were at play.

Besides, the current situation was not suitable for Mu Yang to waste time pondering such things.

Though he had seemingly dealt with Number One easily just now, Mu Yang had actually relied on a trick. Now came the true test of battle.

"Is Yang Jian inside?" Ao Yulie asked in the sky above the base.

The Howling Celestial Dog nodded, indicating that Yang Jian had already gone deep inside.

Bajie saw the main gates standing open, with quite a few vehicles driving out. Several helicopters were also taking off from the platform.

Clearly, the personnel within the base were evacuating.

"His strength has improved. His recovery speed is very fast," he said.

For one man to fight his way through to this extent was enough to