The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

On the Yanjing Expressway, some convoys had been completely destroyed, flames crackling and thick smoke shooting into the sky.

The mercenaries dragged the man wearing the bronze mask out of the armored vehicle, removed the mask from his face, and blood slid down his forehead.

He left with an expression of utmost peace, clutching a photograph tightly in his hand; the photograph appeared to be a family portrait.

Hans pulled out a photo from his pocket, compared it, then spat and cursed:

"Fuck! It's a counterfeit!"

Just then, Hans received a signal from Som.

"The Bloody Gentleman has appeared on the western section of the Yanjing Expressway!"

Hans's face lit up with joy, and he immediately shouted happily:

"Hurry to the western section of the Yanjing Expressway, the real Bloody Gentleman is there! The money we get from taking him down will be enough for us to live a life of luxury."

The western section of the Yanjing Expressway.

Xu Feng slowly walked across the battlefield, which was littered with debris, like a jazz musician heading to a banquet, his figure elegant.

The corpses of the remaining mercenaries lay scattered haphazardly on the asphalt road of the Yanjing Expressway, the stench of blood mixed with the burnt smell of burning, which was scattered by the night wind.

He walked to the overturned armored vehicle, gripped the edge of the vehicle with one hand, and the muscles in his arm suddenly taut beneath his black suit.

"Squeak—"

A piercing metallic creak ripped through the night sky as he forcefully righted the armored vehicle, which landed with a dull tremor.

"Count the number of casualties and bandage the wounded."

Xu Feng turned around, his voice calm but suppressed.

A few bloodstains on the hem of his clothes were the only signs of the fierce battle; his skin and flesh were unharmed, and his breathing was steady.

It was as if the two and a half minutes of slaughter just now was nothing more than a brief respite.

Song Ze looked at Xu Feng with a shocked gaze. It only took him two and a half minutes to wipe out the mercenary legion that ambushed them, even though these mercenaries were extremely lacking in heavy firepower.

However, judging from their tactical skills, many of the mercenaries were retired special forces soldiers, yet they were wiped out so easily.

But this record is terrifying. Even if a top-tier chosen one with 2,000 points on the ladder came, he wouldn't dare say he could easily wipe out this entire battalion of mercenaries.

Moreover, the Bloody Gentleman now appears to have only a slightly dirty hem of his clothes, and not even a single injury.

No wonder the intelligence headquarters gave him was that the Bloody Gentleman was a suspected escaped BOSS from the Pseudo-Human Academy!

One person wipes out an entire army, what else could this be but an escaped BOSS?

After resting, Song Zeqiang suppressed his shock and went to report to Xu Feng:

"Comrade Xu Feng, no one was killed in the attack just now, and seven comrades sustained minor injuries of varying degrees. Two of the five armored vehicles were destroyed, and the remaining 52 personnel are ready for combat."

Xu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. The casualties were smaller than expected, and the remaining combat strength was enough to escort the data through the encirclement.

His gaze swept across the dark end of the highway in the distance, where the faint roar of engines could be heard, indicating that more enemies were on their way.

"You guys go! I'll draw all the enemy's fire!" Xu Feng smiled elegantly, his face carrying a fierce aura as he spoke calmly.

Song Ze's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to dissuade him:

"Comrade Xu Feng! Radio detection has detected several more interceptor convoys nearby, and infrared thermal imaging radar indicates that the total number of personnel is no less than five thousand, all converging in this direction!"

"Military support will take time to arrive. Staying here is too dangerous; let's evacuate immediately!"

Xu Feng raised his eyes, his gaze lingering on Song Ze, his tone gentle yet his eyes exceptionally firm:

"You should leave now. I don't want to see any more comrades sacrifice their lives because of me."

Xu Feng took out a data box from the God-Chosen Space and handed it to Song Ze:

"These are valuable documents left behind by revolutionary martyrs. Take them and go! I'll cover your retreat!"

Song Ze was slightly taken aback. Xu Feng's coordinates must have been known to all the mercenaries the moment he made his move.

If nothing unexpected happens, their convoy will be relentlessly pursued by mercenaries, and all the comrades on board will likely be killed.

Comrade Xu Feng handed over the information to him and went alone to attract the attention of all the enemies.

Comrade Xu Feng's choice was correct; only in this way, and only in this way, could the information be delivered.

Song Ze, his eyes reddening, gripped the documents tightly and gave Xu Feng a solemn, precise military salute, his voice choked yet powerful:

"Let's go!"

The wrecked armored vehicle convoy roared to life again, its tracks crushing the gravel on the road as it sped away into the distance, gradually disappearing from sight.

Xu Feng gazed in the direction where the convoy had disappeared, piled the corpses left behind by the mercenaries into a small mound, moved a chair from the wasteland, and placed it on top of the mound.

Then he casually took out a black cloak from the God-chosen Space.

The cloak fluttered in the night wind, draped over his shoulders, making him look like a lone wolf in the dark.

He sat on top of the pile of corpses, his posture as composed as a naval admiral, and the oppressive aura emanating from him was just like that of a demon king.

Just then, a slender and exquisite figure suddenly appeared, and Hongxia landed on Xu Feng's lap as if she had teleported.

The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips lightly stroking his cheek, her tone teasing and amused:

"Oh my~ This scene of sacrificing oneself for righteousness is so moving, it almost makes me cry!"

"If you're scared, you can leave," Xu Feng said calmly.

Hongxia's eyebrows curved into smiles, but a bloodthirsty fighting spirit flashed in her eyes, making her look like a cunning little devil.

"I'm not afraid at all~"

A bloodthirsty fighting spirit flashed across Hongxia's face. With the help of her special talent, she could gain experience by killing humans. She was currently in her monster form.

She's only twenty-odd experience points away from leveling up, so how could she not take this opportunity to make a killing and level up several times in a row, to do justice to her talent?

Uncle Mads said that with his physical strength boosted by 17.5 times, he could easily wipe out a 5,000-strong mercenary force without heavy firepower.

If you accidentally suffer a fatal wound, you can let Jing finish him off and switch to someone else to continue the kill. At worst, you can switch back after the fight is over.

Uncle Mads specifically instructed that Xu Feng should not reveal his trump cards, Li Hua Qin and the Ghost Bride, so as to give the enemy a false impression.

He cannot summon Tachibana Qin to fight the enemy at all times.

To avoid attracting stronger targeting.

This time it was just special mercenaries; next time it might be the entire chosen forces targeting them, and the danger will only increase dramatically.

Mads Mikkelsen's suggestion reminded Xu Feng of the Iron Maiden, a magical artifact used by James during the final battle on the Day of Divine Punishment, which instantly rendered Xiao Qin unable to fight.

The effects of that artifact still fill Xu Feng with immense apprehension. It seems he'll have to get a similar artifact that grants immunity to abnormal statuses when he returns to the End Guild headquarters.

Otherwise, we might really capsize in a ditch one day.

In the night wind, the footsteps and engine sounds of five thousand people grew closer and closer, surging towards the lone figure in the middle of the road like a tide.

Xu Feng smiled elegantly as he sat atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his black cloak fluttering in the night wind.

Like a demon king, he awaits the challenge of warriors!