He has seen the methods of Doctor Death and is still wary of the Faceless Men.

It can be called a fifth-level mutation and increase in income. The Faceless Man must have its own merits... no, it has its merits.

As Tyrant and the others penetrated this street, Mu Xiaoyue and the others took action.

They carried knives and ran into this hell-like street, looking for mutated zombie corpses that could be harvested.

The first level is also within their collection range.

As fourth-level transcendent beings, they will not feel tired when doing such work, so they are like meritorious bees, collecting genetic fluid here.

In a moment, the genetic belts around their waists were filled with various genetic fluids.

As long as there is no place to put it, they will return to the pickup truck, put the genetic fluid on the back bucket, and continue to collect it.

There are actually many first-order mutated zombies, but now, these zombies are no longer in Zhou Qiang's eyes, and he doesn't even pay attention to them.

In Zhou Qiang's eyes, the first-level mutated zombies are no different from ordinary zombies.

Even the second-order mutated zombies, Zhou Qiang didn’t bother to take a look at.

On one street, no matter how hard 22 people worked, it took almost an hour to finally complete the collection.

"Let's go!"

"We're leaving the city."

Zhou Qiang dropped these words and rode on the back of the lightning armor.

Naturally, Mu Xiaoyue and the others would not have any objections.

After being busy for so long, they also wanted to take a break.

The most important thing is to leave this hell-like street, such as cleaning the zombie liquid that was splashed on their bodies.
Chapter completed!