Evolution begins with Resident Evil.

"You're fine." Chris breathed a sigh of relief, but because they were wearing masks, Taylor and Taylor didn't see Chris' relaxed expression.

Later, Taylor asked the other party to help him find his parents, so he immediately said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have run away by myself."

Chris shook his head and replied: "It's okay, let's go. Where is your home? Go to your parents' house first, but no matter what the outcome is, you will go to the evacuation point and wait for the helicopter to come."

"I promise you! Go this way!" Taylor's head suddenly raised. He did not expect that the other party would first offer to help him, which made him even more convinced that he had misunderstood the other party.

With Chris and the others escorting him, Taylor quickly arrived in front of his small garden, passed Carlos who was walking at the front, and pushed open the wooden door directly. However, when he saw the ajar front door, he was heartbroken. The bad premonition became stronger.

Without waiting for the people behind him to catch up, he pushed open the door and rushed in, anxiously calling his parents' names: "Dad, Mom! Are you still here? I'm Taylor."

No one responded, including the pet dog at home, which was also missing. Just when Taylor was about to go upstairs to check the situation, he saw a figure walking down from the second floor.

After dealing with the zombies that were alerted by Taylor's shouting, Chris and others also entered Taylor's house. When they saw a figure appearing, they immediately took a flashlight and shined it.

Not surprisingly, Taylor's mother was also affected, with black liquid leaking from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Carlos raised his gun and was about to shoot. Taylor opened his arms and stood directly in front of the gun. He said, "My mother can still be saved. Listen up, you guys!"

"Son, you're back... It's a rare trip home, why don't you stay at home? Why do you come back at this time?" Tailong's mother spoke in a low tone.

"Stop shooting," Chris ordered.

Carlos didn't raise his gun again, but the All-Angel team still looked at Taylor's mother warily.

With six people and six guns, Taylor alone can't stop them. The reason why Chris did this was because this was the first time they saw a zombie that could talk, and the words he spoke were quite long, so they needed to observe the situation.

After all, Chris and the others had previously used guns to kill zombies from a distance, so they had never discovered this before.

"Hey, Mom? Where's Dad?"

Taylor turned around and looked at his mother. He was very happy to see that his mother was still alive, and he didn't care about his mother's strangeness.

"Here it is." Taylor's mother threw down what she was holding in her right hand, and the handsaw her mother was holding in her left hand also appeared in front of everyone.

What rolled down to Taylor's feet was his father's head, with a piece of meat still in his mouth. He was so shocked that he almost collapsed and shouted hysterically.

"Give me the gun!" Su remained calm at this time, because her boyfriend's parents had just met for the first time today.

"You guys go and be vigilant around here! I'll handle it here."

Chris gave the order and asked Carlos to lead his team and monitor the surrounding situation with Steve. He was responsible for watching Taylor and Sue.

Taylor's mother slowly walked down the stairs, still complaining: "I'm tired of your father, tired of all his shit!"

Chris raised his gun and was ready to shoot at any time, but Taylor's mother, who came to the attack distance, did not attack Taylor. Instead, she raised a handsaw and said, "I have wanted to do that to that old guy for a long time. I am very Hungry, I gave birth to you, and since you are back now, it is time to return to my body."

"Chris, the enemy is coming outside." Chris was still wondering whether Taylor's mother's current state was a human or a zombie, when he heard Carlos's voice coming from the earphones.

Soon, gunfire rang out and he needed to make a decision as soon as possible.

Taylor's mother suddenly rushed towards Taylor, raised her handsaw high and struck at Taylor.

"Taylor!" Su yelled, pulling away from Taylor to avoid the blow: "Cheer up."

And Chris also fired at the moment Taylor's mother kicked off the attack, hitting the center of the eyebrow and ending the opponent.

Taylor threw Su away like a madman. Su stumbled and hit the cabinet on the side. Blood flowed from his head. However, he did not look at his injured girlfriend and threw himself directly on his mother and howled in pain.

"Are you okay?" Chris ran over and helped Su up and asked.

"I'm fine, Taylor, he, ugh..." Su didn't blame Taylor, she just felt sorry for her boyfriend's experience.

With tears streaming down his face, Taylor grabbed the shotgun next to him, raised it and aimed it at Chris, tears streaming down his face, and shouted, "You pay for my mother's life!"

"Are you crazy?" Unexpectedly, Su stood directly in front of Chris, making him unable to lift the gun and blocking his boyfriend's gun.

On the other side, Sherry, who returned to the house, raised her gun and aimed it at Taylor in the dark, with her finger on the trigger. She had received the order from Carlos through the team channel and entered the house to assist Chris.

There was a gunshot without a silencer outside the house, but the person inside did not pull the trigger because of it.

Chris said: "You know, she has become..."

"Shut up! Can't my mother still speak fluently? This is not the same as the zombies on TV, she is just sick! As long as we find..."

"Being able to speak is not the only criterion for defining a zombie. Let's not talk about whether there is a treatment. When she returns to normal, how will she face dismembering your father with her own hands? How will she face wanting to kill you?" Chris The words were like a needle inserted straight into Taylor's heart.

Taylor is indeed a time bomb as Carlos thought and will indeed pose a threat to his team, so Carlos specially sent Sheri to assist Chris.

"but……"

"Tyler, we have no other choice."

Seeing the blood flowing from Su's forehead, Taylor put down the gun in his hand. In addition to sadness, he also felt guilty for his girlfriend.

"Chris, we have taken in a survivor." Carlos killed all the zombies that were approaching and walked into the room.

Sherry secretly told Carlos what happened in the room just now through the team channel.

Carlos nodded and let Sheri continue to stare at Taylor.

"Tyler! It's great that you're okay." The survivor who was following Carlos said happily when he saw Taylor, but then he saw the person lying on the stairs.

Wearing a gas mask, he walked up to Taylor and patted him on the shoulder: "A moment of silence."

The survivor was a shy, pot-bellied uncle named Erwin Gergel. He also watched Taylor grow up. He heard the gunshots coming from Taylor’s house, so he ran out of his house to take a look. Has rescue arrived?

But he only had a six-round revolver in his hand, and he quickly ran out of bullets. He was unable to reload the bullets under high pressure. Fortunately, he was not far from Taylor's house.

Erwin, who was later discovered by Daria, managed to survive under the cover of snipers.

Su nodded: "I'm fine, what should we do next?"

"According to the original plan, we will escort you to the edge of the town, and then you will go to the evacuation point while we continue the search and rescue operation." Chris said after bandaging Su's wounds.

Taylor didn't make any more fuss, and nodded with a heavy heart.

Uncle Erwin could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't want to stay here for a moment.

"By the way, uncle, do you know where there are survivors?" Carlos asked.

"There should be another place. Do you have a map of the town? I'll mark it for you." Uncle Erwin did not confirm it, but he saw that the lights in the house had been turned on and off, using Morse code to convey messages.

It was just that he was in shock at the time, so he didn't dare to rush over. By the time he was mentally prepared, the light was already on.

After marking the location, Chris and the others sent Taylor and others to the edge of the town.

The three Taylors, one holding a shotgun, one holding a revolver, and one holding a bat, should be able to travel through the forest to the extraction point.

After all, Chris and the others had not encountered any threats in the forest along the way, so Taylor and others should just be cautious.

Su and the others had no complaints about not escorting Chris all the way, because there were still survivors waiting for them to rescue.

Watching them enter the forest, Chris called a helicopter to pick up the people at the extraction point, and then led the team back to the town and headed towards the target location.

"In this Resident Evil crisis, are the guys we met really zombies?"

Steve's voice rang out in the originally quiet communication channel: "If they can really be saved, haven't we done something wrong?"

Chris didn't know how to answer this question for a while, but it was Carlos who answered: "Are you saying you want to give up your life for people who don't know whether they can be cured? Are you going to give up those survivors?"

"I didn't say that, don't misinterpret my words." Steve quickly denied.

"But this is a very likely outcome." Carlos naturally knew that Steve didn't mean that, and continued: "I once met someone with this idea in Raccoon City. He trapped all the zombies in the house. , because he felt that those zombies could still be saved, but were just sick, and he prevented others from getting rid of those zombies."

"What happened in the end?"

"The zombies broke through the door and bit him to death. Only two of the seven survivors with him escaped, and I rescued them." Carlos' words made Steve silent.

"We saw the target location." Chris raised his hand to stop the team, and he stuck his head out to confirm the only room with light on the street.

The surroundings were quiet, and there were not many active zombies. Then Dalia cleared the road and everyone arrived in front of the house.

The curtains of the house were all drawn, and it did look like there were survivors inside, but Chris was curious, wouldn't this attract zombies?

The main door was not ajar, but it was not locked either. They opened the door carefully and walked in.

"Are there any guests?" A very weak voice sounded in the living room.

Chris asked the team members to advance carefully and came to the living room and saw the owner of the voice.

"We are B.S.A.A.'s rescue...you..."

With the experience of Taylor's mother, the other party seemed to be a rational person, so Chris did not kill the other party with one shot, not only to confirm whether it was a special case, but also because the other party was different from the zombies he had seen before. The person in front of him was just The eyes were dark and no black liquid was flowing out.

Finding the source, rescuing survivors, collecting information on biochemical viruses or other gadgets, etc., are all the jobs of B.S.A.A.

"Haha, don't worry, I haven't completely lost my mind." The other party's words were still very smooth, but his tone was a bit tired.

"How long can you last? We're calling a helicopter to rescue you now." Chris put down his weapon and asked.

The other party shook his head gently and said, "I'm hopeless. Take the tape recorder." He was referring to the tape recorder on the cabinet next to him, and there was a broken gas mask on the ground.

"This damn world, why did this damn thing happen to me... I'm sorry, I really can't control my thoughts right now. What effect does the black smoke have on the human nervous system?"

As he said that, the uncle turned his attention to Xuerui.

Although Xue Rui was wearing a gas mask and combat uniform, it still couldn't completely hide her figure.

The uncle put away his gaze and continued: "When I see a woman now, I will have the idea of ​​​​pinning her down and having sex with her... I'm sorry."

"What is this tape recorder recording?" Carlos asked.

Black liquid began to seep out of the uncle's eye sockets, and he replied: "I have been recording the changes that occurred after I was infected, as well as the reasons why this happened to me, the source of this disaster, and other things."

After watching Chris take away the tape recorder, the uncle continued: "The substance in the black smoke that infects the whole town will have a strong impact on the brains and bodies of humans...or all animals."

He was telling how he felt about his own changes, so Chris didn't turn off the tape recorder.

"I could sense what was happening outside, but I gradually began to lose control of my behavior, including those rude words."

"Furthermore, after being infected, the energy in the body seems to be consumed crazily, and I can obviously feel more and more hungry now. I think this is why infected people outside will take a few bites after catching their prey, even if they are also infected. "

The uncle was resisting the urge in his heart to eat the humans in front of him, and no one interrupted each other to ask anything.

They already know that each other's time is numbered.

"At the same time, this substance will also degrade the human brain, making people more primitive and barbaric, no different from beasts."

Hearing this, Chris and the others recalled what they had seen along the way and nodded profoundly in agreement.

"Ahem." The black liquid was spat out, and black liquid was also flowing out of his ears, and his hearing function was gradually disappearing.

"What follows is my guess. In the end, primitive desires will dominate human thoughts, and the basic motivational functions will be destroyed, leaving only mechanical actions to vent desires... just like the zombies on TV."

The infection mutated faster and faster, and black liquid flowed out of all the uncle's orifices.

"I'm going to mutate soon...last thing, help me out, I don't want to be that beast."

"I know." Chris nodded and took out his pistol: "Thank you for your help."

"Oh, thank you." The uncle smiled.

Gunshots rang out, and more zombies began to surround them.