Retreat
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The helicopters were dispatched.
Seeing that more and more OmniTech Company's psychic controllers and half-mechanical guards were chasing behind, Fang Heng took one last look at Boris.
OmniTech Company and the Federation had special spatial transmission protection.
Before he found a corresponding solution, he could not do anything to them.
It was impossible to capture one and ask him.
If he continued, it would just be a meaningless consumption.
Anyway, it was about time for the zombie clones to move the branches of the sacred tree away.
"Goodbye."
Boris' pupils constricted. He immediately realized that Fang Heng was about to run. He took a step forward and shouted, "Stop him!" Don't let him escape!"
Swoosh!!