Zhuge Zheng: "..."
These words had no persuasive power, making it difficult for Zhuge Zheng to be at ease.
With a flash of his body, he used his movement techniques to rush directly to the "battlefield."
After all, he was a martial artist at the Martial Arts Heavenly Being Realm. Plus, the "battlefield" was less than 2 kilometers away from his farm, so it didn't take long for Zhuge Zheng to arrive.
He saw the neatly cut-in-half pickup trucks and the "gene soldiers" who were similarly cut into two inside the trucks.
These gene soldiers were all covered with a thin layer of silver, something similar to soft armor.
"This is..."
"Silver Battle Armor, are these all A-grade gene soldiers?"
"A total of twelve A-grade gene soldiers... The Divine Shield Agency will be furious this time!"
Zhuge Zheng's expression became even more serious.
