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As time passed, the Avengers and street heroes in the lobby on the first floor had consumed a lot of energy, and everyone was breathing heavier and heavier.

They had to retreat to a narrow stairwell and use the terrain to their advantage to barely hold back the zombie wave.

Captain America, who just now boasted that he could fight for a whole day, will have a serious loss of physical strength, and he will become more and more confused in resisting.

"Clint! Have the civilians retreated?"

Hawkeye's arrows had long been used up. At this time, he used two submachine guns to accurately headshot zombies. When he heard the captain's question, he loudly replied:

"The communication channel is in chaos. It seems that civilians on it are infected."

Obviously, the only possibility for this situation to happen is that a civilian was bitten by a zombie but concealed it and sneaked into Stark Tower.

As a result, once the virus spread, civilians instantly turned into zombies, triggering a mini-biohazard inside Stark Tower.

Hearing Clint's answer, Captain America was a little desperate.

“This can’t continue like this, sooner or later we will not be able to hold on!

In this way, we retreat to the upper floor. Clint, you go first and check out the situation above in advance! "

Eagle Eye knew that the situation was urgent, and without any ink stain, he said, "Hold on, I'll go check on the situation!" He turned around and ran up the stairs.

The second floor. The twentieth floor. The fiftieth floor. The ninetieth floor.

Hawkeye quickly scanned the building from the 1st floor to the 90th floor along the stairs and found that no one was there.

The entire Stark Tower has one hundred and twenty floors, with the 95th and above floors being laboratories or high-level management office areas.

The evacuated civilians, Avengers agents, and Stark Industries employees should all have evacuated to the 90th to 95th floors.

"Bang!"

Clint kicked open the stair compartment door on the 90th floor, and what he saw was more than twenty zombies who rushed towards him upon hearing the noise.

He was so frightened that he quickly retreated and closed the compartment door.

"Shet!"

Clint cursed secretly. It seemed that this floor had fallen. Even if there were still people inside, he would not be able to rush in.

After all, he just glanced at the zombies inside and found that there were at least forty or fifty.

At this moment, he ran out of ammunition for his submachine gun and could only fight in close combat. He had no confidence in dealing with so many zombies.

Exhausted, Clint could no longer care about this floor, so he could only continue to check the situation on the floors above with a glimmer of hope.

Floor 91 - Fall.

Floor 92 - Fall.

The 93rd and 94th floors were also destroyed.

Clint, almost desperate, finally reached the 95th floor.

"Pay attention to order! Everyone must have their bodies searched. Those who conceal their injuries and fail to report them will be shot immediately."

Seeing Coulson with about twenty agents still maintaining order, Clint regained hope, but seeing the violent method they used to maintain order.

Clint frowned and wanted to tell them to be civilized, but he thought of the human tragedy on the 90th to 94th floors.

If we don't enforce the law violently at this time, I'm afraid the tragedy on the 90th floor will happen again.

Therefore, he had to pretend to turn a blind eye and walked up to ask Coulson about his current situation.

"How many people have not yet evacuated?"

"There are more than a hundred people left! The next helicopter rescue will arrive in 30 minutes!"

"Why so slow?"

"Now the whole of New York is full of zombies, and the support force is very tight."

"Okay, I won't interrupt you and continue working."

After hearing this explanation, Clint, who looked solemn, asked Coulson to continue working and turned to look outside the building.

I found that there were high-rise buildings burning with raging fire everywhere, thick smoke billowing from countless buildings, and the sky was dim and yellow. It was clearly a scene of doomsday!

"Is the situation already so bad?" Clint murmured to himself.

Suddenly, zombies roared from the stairwell.

"Oh my god! The zombies are coming!"

"God bless."

The people on this level who were still waiting for rescue instantly fell into panic.

Clint came to his senses and rushed into the stairwell without hesitation.

The US team has already retreated while fighting, and has retreated to the 80th floor.

Clint found Captain America as quickly as possible and once again joined the defense line against zombies.

"How's the situation up there?"

"There are still a hundred people on the 95th floor who have not yet been evacuated. The next helicopter will not arrive until half an hour later!"

There is no need to talk about the tragedy on the 90th to 94th floors. After all, it has already happened. Talking about it has no meaning except making everyone feel more uncomfortable.

When Captain America heard that he still had to hold on for half an hour, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then let's try to block the zombies on this floor and use the floors above as a buffer zone!"

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"clear!"

Although everyone had been fighting intensely for nearly three hours and was almost exhausted, no one wanted to retreat.

They mustered up their last bit of strength, even if they died here, they would still implement the captain's strategy of holding on.

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Five hours after the outbreak of Resident Evil.

12:30 p.m. Eastern time.

White House President Matthew Ellis declared a state of emergency.

New York has become a zombie city, and the scope of infection from the Resident Evil has spread exponentially.

In a metropolis with tens of millions of people, nearly five million people have been infected and have become zombies that are tireless, thirsty for flesh and blood, and have lost their minds.

Although most people were not infected, once the chaos broke out, New York came to a standstill.

Some mobs were even crazy enough to take advantage of the chaos to rob bank vaults.

The low-class people who had been poor all their lives appeared in every corner of New York, caught up in a grand carnival of zero-dollar shopping.

The National Guard and the army have blocked the entrances and exits of the entire New York road, prohibiting everyone from entering and leaving.

After all, the people of New York now have a new name - high-risk people!

On the outer blockade of New York, main battle tanks and SBCT armored vehicles were lined up in a row, and the solemn gun barrels exuded a murderous atmosphere.

The military sent a full two divisions of troops to surround the entire city of New York.

The rear is even continuing to mobilize troops for support, and plans to send fifteen divisions to barely block the entire New York.

General Ross, who is stationed in New York, is the general with the highest rank and closest distance.

Therefore, he was appointed by the president as the supreme commander in wartime, responsible for the task of blocking New York.

At the temporary command center, General Ross is monitoring the situation in the entire New York.

The video footage sent by the drone is a scene of doomsday, with countless humans being chased by zombies.

There were explosions, gunshots, screams, and other chaotic scenes everywhere.

New York has become a microcosm of the end of the world.

Black Egg was also in this command center, standing next to General Ross.

He had just evacuated from Stark Tower half an hour ago, just to get to know the situation of this zombie crisis as soon as possible.

Black Egg frowned and looked at the real-time monitoring screen of New York, and asked solemnly: "Have you found out the cause of this crisis?"