Looking at the man with wings on his back who suddenly came out, the bald young man's face turned white.

The man in front of him was unusually burly, and the muscles could be easily seen under the black combat uniform, and behind him was a pair of steel wings that were more than two meters long, with large or small residual holes on his face.

But the bald young man would not be stupid enough to think that the reason why there are holes in these steel wings is because of injuries or something, this race was born like this.

And what made the bald young man tremble like the steel wings was that the man in front of him had a pair of blue-black vertical pupils.

Vertical pupils!

This is the characteristic of the Zerg!

A zerg that eats everything, and this one in front of him is still a high-level zerg that has been transformed.

The combat effectiveness of the high-level zerg is thousands of times higher than that of the low-level zerg, and it is absolutely impossible to strangle a high-level zerg without the strength of a regiment!

God, he's really going to die here this time...

Taylor looked at the human in front of him who had begun to tremble, his eyes flashed with disdain, he stepped forward a few steps, reached out and grabbed the collar of the bald young man, and dragged him away.

The bald young man who was shocked when he was grabbed by the collar really thought that he had to hang here, but what shocked him was that this high-level zerg did not kill him, the other party just took him away like garbage.

Soon, the bald young man saw a scene that made his scalp tingle, and he wished that he had never been here before.

After being dragged out of the grass, he saw that the hills were full of men with steel wings on their backs, all of them... Vertical pupils!

What made the bald young man want to faint even more was that not far away he saw several very large Herzo, the kind of terrifying weapons that could only be seen on the combat channel and even in textbooks in the past, but now they really appeared in front of him.

And, far more than one!

The little life is going to be cold. The bald young man thought desperately.

After being dragged away for a short time again, the bald youth felt like he had been thrown out.

Caught off guard, he fell and gnawed on a mouthful of mud.

Suddenly, a shiny boot appeared in front of him, black and dull, and the black leather boot was now only three or four centimeters away from his nose.

The bald young man shuddered.

In the next moment, he felt like he was being picked up again.

When he met the pair of pure golden vertical pupils, the bald young man was stunned.

It's too cold.

It's too indifferent.

Those eyes had no temperature at all, nor any mood swings, and this high-level zerg looked at him as if he were looking at a dead thing.

Aburn looked at the human being he was carrying in his hand, felt it seriously, and found that this human did have a thin and mellow fragrance that was about to drift away.

"Where is she?!"

The deep male voice did not have the slightest undulation, and this opening was the lingua franca of the Federation, which shocked the bald young man's heart.

Didn't the people from the scientific research institute say that the Zerg can't understand human language?!

Fart! Now this person who opens his mouth and speaks the standard federal lingua franca is not a person at all, right?!

But after the shock, the bald young man was confused.

Who did he say?!

He didn't get a reply for a long time, which made this golden-eyed high-level zerg a little impatient, although there was still no expression on his face, but the pair of golden vertical pupils were a little more murderous than just now.

"Where is she?!" Aburn asked again.

The bald young man who came into contact with that murderous aura suddenly came back to his senses and whispered, "You... Who are you talking about?! ”