The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

So many tragedies happened in this short but long day.

"Everyone calm down, don't panic!"

A strange sight appeared on the streets of Raccoon City, filled with flames. Where there are still traces of human activities, bunkers composed of vehicles and other large debris have been built, and almost all of the survivors of different compositions are armed with weapons.

There are police;

There are white-collar workers;

There are workers;

There were even a few "temp workers" wearing umbrella company logos.

No one will explore or care about each other's identities anymore. In this apocalyptic scene, it is a comfort to see anyone of the same kind. Those who left alone were never heard from again. The survivors could only survive a little longer by working together as a team.

The voice of the infected appeared again at the end of the street.

The number of people swarming in was so desperate that the expression on every face was completely distorted. Just like the gates of hell opening and a fierce ghost emerging from its cage, this scene is destined to be a nightmare engraved deep in the soul.

As for the huge body moving forward among the corpses, every step it takes will tremble people's fragile nerves.

On the survivor's side, there was a young woman wearing a dark red women's suit. Compared with those around her who were holding guns or homemade cold weapons tightly, this woman seemed a little different.

She holds a camera in her hands.

"Alyssa! Put down that useless thing!" The companion holding the Glock pistol shouted, waving to her frantically: "Take that damn gun! Come here quickly!" "

"Relax Mark!"

The panicked people around her forced Alyssa to raise her voice: "Even if I die here, I will keep the evidence!"

"You reporters are all crazy!"

Mark, who was wearing a security jacket, cursed in a low voice, but his mood stabilized a lot. He turned to look at the top of the truck in the center of the crowd. A man in camouflage uniform was holding a loudspeaker and shouting:

"Everyone, don't shoot yet! Let them get closer!"

A dozen infected people acting as "vanguards" rushed to the front of the bunker, but they were immediately blocked by a row of men and women wielding homemade spears.

The group of corpses approaching within 100 meters have already started running.

"Do it!!"

The man in camouflage uniform yelled, and the temporarily modified unmanned truck under his feet immediately accelerated, passed through the several-meter-wide bunker gap, and roared towards the group of corpses.

Even if they are dozens of meters away, people can still hear the sound of flesh being crushed.

After running over a dozen zombies along the way, the truck's speed became faster and faster, and finally hit the tall body among the corpses. The latter was knocked to the ground, and the bomb in the truck exploded, creating a death zone nearly 10 meters in diameter.

The survivors immediately cheered.

The man in camouflage clothing who fell to the ground ignored the pain and immediately shouted to the mechanic beside him who was screaming with excitement: "Stop howling, kid! Go and get the next car out!"

Before he finished speaking, a bespectacled man beside him threw away the shotgun in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"No...no! no! no the fxxking way! (No! This is impossible!)"

As people watched, the tall body standing up from the fire severely shattered everyone's fighting spirit. There was no need to shout commands anymore, everyone with guns was already shooting wildly.

There are hundreds of infected people coming forward, and the survivors all know that the remaining ammunition cannot survive this wave of attacks. This is just the last struggle before death.

With a ferocious expression on his face, the young mechanic opened the door of the truck cab and sat in.

"Hey! What do you want to do?"

The man in camouflage clothes quickly climbed up. He thought the young man wanted to escape.

"I'm going to hit that monster with my car myself!"

The mechanic pressed the switch and the truck started smoothly. Amidst the deafening roar of the engine, his expression had calmed down: "This is my father's truck. He died in this truck yesterday, and now I am going with them."

......

"Roar!!!"

The tyrant stood up, ripped off his broken shirt, and let out a terrifying roar. But just as it finished roaring, two rays of sword light penetrated its neck from the side of its back.

Pfft!

Without the protection of the thick military coat, the blade cut through the tyrant's neck with almost no hindrance. The headless body ran forward a few steps and fell heavily to the ground.

"Fortunately, we didn't enter the second stage...otherwise these two swords would have been used to chop earthworms."

The owner of the blade is naturally Watson, and this is already the third wave of survivors he has searched for since returning to Raccoon City. He was looking for his ex-girlfriend, ah no, Michela’s method was simple and crude.

Take a look wherever the gunfire is fierce.

After discovering that zombies can also be used as raw materials to replenish energy, Watson has rushed into the zombies several times to activate Wushuang. Of course, when he dissolves "people", he will deliberately let the corpses swarm him.

The man was put on top of the man, and the Han flow pinched the back, and then stabbed left and right, leaving it full of holes.

Anyway, after killing a group of zombies, he was covered in blood, so no one could tell what he had done.

Logically speaking, after taking a look at the crowd of survivors from a distance and confirming that there is no wolf pack he is looking for, Watson should go find his next target. Unfortunately, it's winter now, so many people wrap their bodies so that they can't tell whether they are men or women in order to avoid being bitten.

And since seeing Miss Bruce's covert action uniform without bat ears, Watson himself was not sure whether the Wolf Pack team would wear the same outfit as in the original plot.

We can only deal with this group of zombies, and then go in and observe the survivors carefully.

Seeing that he was killing so fiercely, those people wouldn't dare to act rashly, right?

Thinking like this, Watson had already chopped down a bunch of zombies. The two katana blades with a length of 1 meter were spinning crazily with his body, and he looked like a figure skating man on the rough asphalt road.

With his feet tens of centimeters off the ground, his body moved several meters to the side and forward out of thin air in a manner that completely violated the rules of physics. The zombies here are still raising their hands in a daze, moving towards Watson's original location.

The sword flashed and the body and head were separated.

This ability is also derived from the buffering properties of the black light virus. In the original "Prototype" game, the protagonist Alex had the ability to "dash" a short distance in mid-air regardless of the rules of physics.

However, the operation of this displacement ability is relatively cumbersome, so most ordinary players will only use it to travel and rarely use it in combat. And at high altitude, a few meters is nothing.

But it's different on the ground.

Swish!

Jumping up and sprinting again, Watson has gradually become familiar with this new ability he just learned. Just ten minutes ago, when he landed from the roof of a certain building, the black light virus filling his body gave him a different feeling.

It's a bit like a young body that has had a good night's sleep, exuding a sense of vitality from the inside out.

So without paying attention, Watson jumped forward with his body still a few centimeters off the ground, smashing the side door of a car. After standing up, he felt that his body was really weird.

Suddenly a new skill is unlocked without saying a word.

It’s so sad to have no system.

Shaking his head, he returned his thoughts to the battle. The group of corpses around him still stretched like an endless tide. Watson deliberately used a flaw, and a zombie rushed into his arms with a roar.

Then it's gone.

In less than 3 seconds, Watson was surrounded by six or seven zombies, completely covering his figure. But two long arcs of light flashed immediately, splitting their bodies into two.

Standing up from the wreckage, Watson felt that the unfamiliarity between the moves had subsided a bit, which meant that his body had successfully extracted some combat experience from Clockwork Man's memory. At that moment, he even had the illusion that "I am the clockwork man".

Now my condition is full again.

Another double-dagger dance cleared the circle of zombies around him, and Watson jumped up and stood on the street lamp pole. Seeing that the more than 200 zombies on the road were all attracted to him, he couldn't help but shook his head:

"This scene shouldn't be called 'Resident Evil', it should be called 'Zombie Rising'."

The eyes behind the mask began to turn red, which meant that the body composed of the black light virus was at full strength. Watson dashed into the group of corpses in mid-air, and the two samurai swords began to swing at an unprecedented speed.

He wants to continue to push his limits.

Although he can't see his "experience bar" and "proficiency", several past experiences have made Watson understand that his body will definitely become stronger in continuous battles. All he has to do is fight with all his strength.

Maybe if I kill for a few more days, my hands will be able to transform into long knives, claws and heavy hammers like in the game "Prototype"?

That is to say, the number of infected people here is tens of thousands, and the black light virus has given itself a nearly 100% fault tolerance rate. If we were to move to any other place, I'm afraid it would be almost impossible to "level up" in such a simple and direct way.

A tearing pain spread throughout the body, and the muscle fibers composed of the black light virus collapsed due to excessive exertion, but recovered again in the next second and became stronger.

With this level of fighting, there was no way Watson could continue to desert.

Stop thinking about anything else.

The blade was swung out into a large afterimage, and the body turned into a rotating meat grinding machine. Any creature that came close would be mercilessly chopped into pieces. With the cooperation of sprint ability, the tide of corpses was plowed out one death path after another.

Michela's figure faded from Watson's mind little by little.

At this moment, he only sees killing.

......

"What happened to them?"

On the survivor position dozens of meters away, the people who fired their guns for a while quickly realized something was wrong. There were no more than a hundred infected corpses lying in front of the position, and more than half of the remaining ones had stopped, and chaos was surging.

"Look! There's someone there!"

Alyssa's sharp eyes saw the two flashes of flying knives. She immediately threw away the gun in her hand and picked up the expensive SLR camera again. Although she is less than 30 years old, her years of professional habits have allowed her to adjust her nighttime parameters in just a few seconds.

Click, click, click!

Throwing herself onto the hood of a half-height car, Alyssa fixed the camera with her arms like a gun, and then a series of shutter sounds sounded.

"What was that? What did you capture?"

There was no infected person approaching for a while, and the black security guard Mark was no longer so panicked, and crouched down closely behind Alyssa. The two people put their heads in front of the small camera screen, and saw a man wielding two swords standing among the corpses surging like dense seaweed.

"Oh my God..."

"Don't make a sound!"

Alyssa scolded without looking back, her hands still holding the camera steadily: "I'm recording."

As the survivors gradually fell silent and watched, the huge group of infected people were single-handedly sliced ​​clean by the man holding the double sword.

Everyone, including Alyssa, was stunned there.

Perhaps only the emotionless SLR camera in her hand can remember how much time has passed in this battle.

"Fxxk..."

I don’t know who said this first, but the survivors suddenly realized that the man holding two swords was approaching here!

The black combat uniform has been stained red by blood. At this moment, Watson looks like Shura who has climbed up from hell. The two long samurai swords were swung around a few times and inserted back into the storage openings on the back.

Seeing this action, the man in camouflage uniforms in the crowd quickly raised the microphone: "Everyone, please don't shoot! Repeat, everyone put down the muzzle of the gun first!"

After yelling a few words, he turned around and saw the young mechanic in the truck cab still staring ahead in a daze. The man slapped him in the face: "What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and turn off the engine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an exclamation from the crowd in front.

Watson's body borrowed strength from the surrounding floor walls several times and slid directly onto a car used as a bunker. The professional habit of being a reporter in his previous life immediately made him notice the abrupt camera lenses in the row of different guns.

As the saying goes, when peers meet, they are extremely jealous.

Watson immediately took out the M9 pistol.