Zhang Fan held a black card in his right hand - an identity card.

Just now, he seemed to be attacking with his fists, but in fact, there was an identity card hidden in his fingers.

This identity card looks inconspicuous, but is actually made of metal.

Since his strength is now 500 kilograms, the cloned right palm was cut in half after this punch.

Zhang Fan succeeded with one blow and never gave the clone a chance to breathe.

He specifically attacked the cloned body's right hand and forced the cloned body to fight with his right hand.

The clone is in a dilemma at this time.

If you don’t use your right hand, it means you have one arm missing, so you are naturally not Zhang Fan’s opponent.

Using his right hand will instantly become his weakness.

In this way, in less than five minutes, Zhang Fan had completely gained the upper hand.

At some point, he saw the opportunity, stuck his left hand out, and grabbed the cloned bloody right hand.

"ah--"

The cloned body-like screams echoed in the entire empty passage.

In the severe pain, he tried his best and punched Zhang Fan in the chest.

This is what Zhang Fan waited for.

In the crack of his right finger, he once again clamped his identity card and rushed towards the cloned fist.

Bang—

"ah--"

The screams of pig-killing sounded again.

The clone fell to the ground because of pain.

His left hand was cut in half, and blood was pouring.

Zhang Fan firmly implemented the spirit of "taking your life while you are sick", rushed over, and his fist was like a storm, rushing towards the clone.

The identity card was still stuck in the gap between his right fist.

The cloned body and face were stuck in countless wounds.

Finally, the cloning body could not stand it anymore.

Chih--

The card passed through the cloned throat.

A blood thread appeared on his neck.

He quickly held his neck with his broken hands and widened his eyes in horror.

puff--

Blood spurted out from his fingers like a fountain.

And accompanied by the "squeaking" sound.

He squirted Zhang Fan's face and face.

Zhang Fan didn't care about these things at all.

He stood up suddenly, kicked hard, and stepped on the cloned head.

Click—

The clone's head splits like a watermelon.

The broken head splashed more than three meters away.

Until this moment, a look of relaxation appeared on Zhang Fan's cold face.

He sat down next to the shattered clone head, supported his hands and panted.

This clone is worthy of level 2, which is really difficult to deal with.

After resting for a while, Zhang Fan took out a blood bead from the pile of minced meat.

It's strange that although this blood bead is produced from flesh and blood, it is as warm as jade and does not stain at all.

It's like a blood jade.

With the blood bead in his hand, Zhang Fan, who had not eaten for a night, had another twitching feeling in his stomach.

A large amount of saliva was secreted from his mouth, and a gurgling sound was heard in his throat.

I can't help it anymore.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he slapped the blood bead into his mouth.

Once again, it was like filling a bottle of cold beer, and it was all comfortable.

And this time, the cold feeling was like a flood, flowing to his limbs and was shocked.

Flowing to all the cells in his body.

Zhang Fan was delighted.

Promotion is coming!

But then he remembered that during the last promotion, he suddenly got shot with an anesthesia needle behind him.

So he quickly got out of the ground.

call out--

A shadow passed by his shoulder.

bite--

A light sound was nailed to the solid wall.

Looking closely, it was an anesthesia needle.

Zhang Fan didn't have time to stand up, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, soothing, so

Countless small holes appear on the walls on all sides, even on the ceiling.

An anesthesia needle was shot out from each small hole.

If Zhang Fan still had a reaction speed at level 1, he would have to be shot into a hedgehog.

However, he is now at level 2.

At level 2, he has a reaction speed of twice as fast as level 1.

At this critical moment, he suddenly pulled the cloned body next to him and covered him.

Puff puff puff puff puff —

Only countless dull sounds were heard, and the corpse was shot into a hedgehog directly.

After half a minute, the sound finally stopped.

But Zhang Fan did not get up immediately, but waited for ten minutes and was sure that there was no anesthesia needle to ejaculate again, so he stood up.

Looking at the corpse again, at least more than 300 anesthesia needles were inserted on the body.

Zhang Fan was secretly afraid.

He wanted to escape from the room immediately, but then he thought about it.

The anesthesia needle in this room is likely to have been ejaculated, so it is safe here.

If you go to the passage and other rooms, it will be less safe.

Thinking of this, he continued to drag the corpse to the door, leaning against the door, and put the corpse next to him in case of emergency.

After doing all this, Zhang Fan suddenly realized that the cool and comfortable feeling of his body had disappeared at some point.

Instead, it is a feeling of radiance.

That feeling is like being able to reach the nine heavens and embrace the moon, and go to the five oceans to catch turtles.

His heart couldn't help but thunder.

“Promoted?”

There is a force gauge in the room.

He couldn't help but stand up.

But he did not take a step immediately, but waited for a moment.

Seeing that no anesthesia needle was shot around him, he quickly walked to the edge of the force measuring instrument.

Take a deep breath and clench your right fist.

"Oh--"
To be continued...