The Collection of The End

"We must be dreaming, how could so many people have been infected?"

On the streets of Raccoon City, police cars, private cars, trucks, and ambulances stopped everywhere. Some of them even ignited fires. At the same time, many pedestrians screaming and fleeing rushed from the direction of the disappearance of the helicopter. Come.

In that direction, there is a separation wall made up of barbed wire. On the opposite side, there are many "people" who have turned white eyes and are festering.

These zombies were originally just lying on the wire fence and shouting at the escaped pedestrians, but after the helicopter passed by at low altitude, they seemed to be irritated and began to sway the fragile isolation wall that could only stop the living. It took less than five seconds. The barbed wire wall crashed down, and the zombies slammed their heads, got up again without knowing it, stretched out their hands and walked slowly towards Brad.

Brad was unarmed at this time, looked around, and immediately rushed to a small bar on the side of the road with the "JACKBar" sign: "Come here! Go!"

Um... I don’t have time to prepare in advance, so I just crash into the plot...

[Let you prepare in advance, the Resident Evil will not happen at all. 】

‘In other words, [this me] died because I didn’t have to prepare? That's unreasonable. No matter what, it's the embodiment of world consciousness. Can it be like this? ’

[You should have completely reproduced what happened to "her" now, right? Go ahead and take a look and you'll know, probably. 】

‘It’s not just about encounters, but the same idea should be the same. If you don’t know what to do, just hang up or something... You can lose if you hang up? Can you play? ’

I seriously considered whether to use a knife to scrape all these zombies to death, but after thinking about it, this behavior seemed a bit tricky, but I finally gave up, turned my head and rushed into the small bar, and kicked the small sign at the door by the way. .

"..." Brad, who seemed to be going to pick up signs and smash the zombies too close, stayed for a while, and then rushed into the bar with me.

The door of this bar is double-opening. We just closed the door and opened a gap due to the huge impact of the zombies, and we can only resist.

"Go to the back door of the bar! Go!" Brad shouted against the swaying door.

This kind of outrageous instruction, the original work, Rigil would actually execute it directly, it can only be said that she was probably also dizzy.

"Are you an idiot?" I used the power of an ordinary adult woman to withstand the door and glared at him: "Can you withstand the door yourself? Even if you can withstand it, how do you go after I go out?"

"..." Brad was in a daze, then pushed the door harder.

[You have always had a good hand in the plot. 】

‘Whatever you think at this time, you should first find something to stand against the door, and then the two of you should walk together,’ I looked around while responding to the stupid system.

Hmm... I can only say that this guy Brad is destined to die here.

Almost all stools in this bar are barrel-shaped cylinders, and the tables and hangers are fixed on the floor. The decorations on the bar are all fragile things that are more than literary and not strong enough. At a glance, there is absolutely nothing to block. Door things.

If you find a way to kill the zombies that are hitting the door...

Boom!

Drop-drop-drop -!

At this moment, a certain car outside was finally overwhelmed and exploded violently. By the way, it also rang the car alarm that was still intact nearby.

[Hint: They are here...]

and many more? !

Huh-roar-ah-Ga-

While reminding my sister that this strange message appeared, various zombies roared from all directions outside the bar, followed by frantic footsteps like a galloping horse.

Brad's expression, who had been choked by me, immediately became resolute.

"Don't worry, we will leave here immediately." I slightly increased my strength to block the door.

If you have the ability to brush a "tank" out, I promise it can't get in this door.

[There is a saying, God closed a door...]

‘Will open a window? ’

Bang! Bang! The two windows of the bar facing the street were broken by zombies, and a few of them even turned upside down.

【Look. 】

‘Look at a ghost! ’

[Is it just a ghost? 】

"It's already obvious, Jill." Brad turned around and blocked the door with his back.

"No, it's not obvious." I raised my gun and headshot the zombies that had been planted in.

If I leave Brad, he will have to turn his head and be bitten, and if I let him go first, it is hard to say whether he will go or not. It must be troublesome for me to explain how I escaped from the tide of corpses later.

So it should be... um...

[You can say that it was the Lingbo Weibu that I learned when I went to Hawaii in the summer vacation. 】

‘I might as well go to Azkaban to learn magic. ’

[So, why do you have to open the low-impact hang first? Isn't it good to do it in one step? 】

'The current situation is that the Secretary-General of the United Nations went to Zimbabwe to mediate the problem of Zhang Sanduo's occupation of Li Sisan Chitian, and the mediation was impossible. Even if Zhang San clamored for beating, he did not directly mobilize 100,000 peacekeeping troops to the town. The truth of the venue. ’

[Jojo's wonderful metaphor. 】

‘Not JOJO at all! ’

boom! boom! Bang bang bang bang!

The impact of zombies outside the bar became louder and louder, and the glass of more windows was smashed.

If I can, I will clear out the zombies in a burst, and then make Brad amnesia and solve the problem perfectly, but unfortunately, it doesn't work. Doing so with a higher identity is equivalent to direct headshot of Brad.

"Jill, are we still teammates?" Brad said suddenly.

"Always." I replied while firing at the zombies coming in through the window.

Brad appeared from the first generation, the second generation appeared as a corpse, the third generation "resurrected" and then died, all are "STARS" status, unlike other people, who just jumped to another job.

[Chris tapped, Leon sent a rocket. 】

"Then do me a favor! Don't let my sacrifices go in vain!" Brad pointed to the back door: "Go!"

"No, no one will sacrifice." I shook my head repeatedly.

To put it another way, a cosmic civilization encounters an attack from multiple forces. The space fleet, colonial star and space station are completely destroyed. Only the last parent star is not fallen, and the defense force is only the surface legion. Any member of the civilization will make " "My own civilization is going to be over".

But in fact, the player who controls this civilization may have just clicked on "~" and is considering which hook to open.

Judging from the current situation, the "gun fighting technique" is very suitable—

"GO!" Brad seemed to be dissatisfied with my hesitation, yelled again, turned back and opened the bar door and rushed out.

Almost instantly, he was gnawed blood and blood by the zombies, but this behavior of sheep entering the wolf pack did buy Jill enough time to escape—if I were to escape.

‘It’s really troublesome, but I don’t have to consider other options. I raised my hand to Brad, who was already fainted, and he disappeared with a cloud of black mist.

[Reminder: ‘Brad Vickers’ has been recruited as a ‘Reincarnation’, and ‘Resident Evil’ will become the main world of the reincarnation. 】