日本少妇特殊按摩2

Chapter 171: Separated (3)

The creatures seem to be triggered by having the light pointed at them directly. It was motionless at first, but the more light was on them, the more they squirm around. It was considered too late by the time Zhang Qin Feng noticed that the darkness was why they stay docile for all this time.

*Whom!*

One of the creatures came straight at his position like a cannonball as it uses the wall it was latching on as the springboard. Lucky for him, the direction was a little off as the beast was chasing the light, not the one holding it.

But the debris that was fired around was still as deadly as a shrapnel shot. While it was unable to heavily wound Zhang Qin Feng, getting hit by them still causes some bruises and cuts here and there.

The second incoming cannonball quickly updated Zhang Qin Feng\'s understanding of their attacking pattern. It seems that the way he was attacked back on the surface was also through this way. But the difference between then and now was this attack is aimed at the light.

\'Stein! Inject the Physical and Fitness Serum into my body immediately!\' Zhang Qin Feng ordered.

[Dimensional function is not working. The user would have to apply the serum manually!]

Stein\'s reply was a blow to his confidence as Zhang Qin Feng would have to let go of the Centurion-Custom in his hand and reached out to his rucksack. And there was no time for him to think nor complain because any hesitation at this moment would result in him getting turned into a pile of mincemeat.

Zhang Qin Feng let go of one of the clippers holding the bag firmly on his shoulders and reached out to the zipper that keeps the bag locked. Stuffing his hand inside and rummage the content, it took him less than ten seconds to grab one of the two serums he needed urgently.

Without even checking what kind of serum it was, Zhang Qin Feng stabbed the needle hard on his legs and allowed the syringe to inject the content automatically.

[Fitness Serum injected. Haste ability activating in 10… 9… 8…]

[3… 2… 1…]

[Now]

Zhang Qin Feng\'s speed doubled what it was before. This gave him better responsiveness over his surroundings and also better agility in dodging the creature\'s barrage. The position he was standing had started to turn into a honeycomb from the attack that was powerful enough to turn even a military jeep into worthless junk.

But he was not out of danger just yet.

His heavy footsteps while running made the situation worst as the monsters were disturbed. This place seems to be their nest, after all. When Zhang Qin Feng started creating such a significant disturbance, they couldn\'t calm down instantly.

More of the creatures turned into cannonballs as they rained down on the ground like a meteor shower. Not a single place passed by Zhang Qin Feng was safe as the destruction continues wherever he goes.

And the worst is yet to come.

Based on the direction he\'s coming towards, he will eventually come across the end. It was just a matter of how far and how fast he was moving. But from his intuition, this direction should be the correct one.

\'Let\'s hope that the green paint was the same as painted along our building\'s staircase was a standard exit sign. Whether I live or die will be depending on this choice I\'ve made.\' Zhang Qin Feng followed the green sign until it was broken halfway.

Now, he was torn in between stopping or continue to move forward. He might have to continue to move forward. Still, the possibility that the emergency exit was located at this mountain of trash is quite likely. If he wasn\'t under the barrage of the monsters, he would have used some of his time to check the rubbles.

But right now, time was the only luxury he couldn\'t afford.

Furthermore, Stein couldn\'t help right now as it was in the repairing mode to get the Dimensional Function back on track.

\'What should I do?\' Zhang Qin Feng asked himself. Throwing the syringe containing the Physique Serum, his left hand touched the harness Victor made for him to hold all his weapons. The hand went from one slot to another, all the way until the fifth.

\'I\'ll just bet my life on this!\' Zhang Qin Feng placed his right hand into the velcro part of the Decimator Rocket Launcher. His left hand went to pull the cover open before it attached to the fifth slot on the harness and allowed the magnet to do the reloading job on his behalf.

Pulling the lens out to activate the Decimator Rocket Launcher, Zhang Qin Feng pressed the trigger immediately when the display turned green.

**Whoosh!**

The warhead went straight at the pile of trash that was possibly blocking the exit. A loud explosion followed up afterward and brightened the surrounding for a moment before the surrounding was swallowed by the darkness once more.

And that brief, momentary brightness was like an appearance of a ghost in a horror movie.

In the middle of the upper dome was a nest shaped like the egg sack of a spider. Although the light was just a brief few seconds, it allowed Zhang Qin Feng to witness the situation inside this place.

He was actually walking on a thin string that held his life together. As a more frank answer, his ignorance and Stein\'s current condition keep him alive until now.

This place has no zombies roaming, not because it was over a thousand meters below the surface. It was not because the route down here was too complex either.

There\'s only one answer to this.

And it was because this place is infested with these earthworm-like creatures. Guessing their numbers to be a mere two or three hundred was under speculation. There are at least thousands or more right above Zhang Qin Feng\'s head.

[Toot!]

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[The system caught the sign of an emergency door behind the rubbles. If the user could stay alive under their bombardment while firing two more warheads in the same direction, a path to escape from this place would be made available]

Listening to Stein\'s suggestion, a drop of sweat was rolling down along his jawline.

\'Two shots, huh? While escaping a thousand one-hit kill attacks?\' Zhang Qin Feng started to count what is his percentage of survival.