I play color 6 in rice flower town

The police officer in charge looked up in surprise, only to find that the person who came in was exactly the same as the person he was monitoring. He was so frightened that he got up as soon as he slapped the table and went to ring the alarm bell and touch the gun to take aim at the person.

Fortunately, Mr. Kudo had quick eyesight and quick hands. He patted the opponent on the shoulder and pressed him down, pointing to the open door.

"Okay, you go out, just leave it to me here."

"……what?"

The police officer was a little puzzled at first, but after realizing that the other party had no intention of thinking about the conflict, he poked his head out suspiciously and glanced outside the door, only to see their Mr. Wolf Warrior in the corridor outside, gesturing to himself " After saying hello, he put away his gun and exited the room, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

As a result, only "Qin Jiu" and Qin Jiu were left in the room, staring at each other through the iron railing.

"Are you surprised? Doesn't it feel great to see yourself with your own eyes?"

Mr. Kudo saw Gin being imprisoned behind the iron railing at the first sight when he entered the door. After the police officers left, he sat on the chair with his legs raised high on the desk and joked.

"It's you, what you look like... is that woman Belmode?"

This was the first time Gin had spoken since he was arrested, but because of the tranquilizer, his original deep and hoarse voice sounded like he was drunk and confused.

"Wow~ No, you don't know only one Belmode, do you?"

Mr. Kudo spread his hands, and the expression on his face, which was no different from that of Gin, suddenly enriched: "Besides, Sister Bei is not the only one who can cross-dress and disguise herself as someone else. You didn't know it when she was learning disguise." Where are you playing with mud, can't you think about it a little bit, for example... the former magic master Kuroba Pirates? Or the Phantom Thief Jade?"

"These have nothing to do with me!"

Qin Jiu stared coldly at the "self" behind the desk who was acting like a fool with his bloodshot eyes, and said with disdain.

"I don't care where you got this disguise, but if you think that you can pry secrets out of my mouth, it's too much for granted. You can't get any information about the organization from me. Information."

"Oh buy Karma~"

Souji Kudo raised his hand in a gesture of resting his forehead.

"Why do you think so? Fortunately, you are considered the horizontal ceiling in your organization. Don't you always think that people like us fight wits and courage with you criminals by talking about it? I won’t hold a loudspeaker and yell at you to death, do you know what it means to specialize in art?”

"..."

"Of course someone else will do the job of interrogating you. As for me, I'm going to your lair to borrow some things. Of course, as your gin wine, come and let me perform for you."

As he said that, Mr. Kudo got up and walked to the front of Gin, brewing his feelings a little bit, and transported his energy to the tip of his tongue.

"Ah~ Shirley~"

"..."

"How about it, does it look like it?"

Seeing that Gin Jiu remained silent, Mr. Kudo swayed around twice before returning to the desk, sat down, and clasped his fingers in front of him.

"But you don't have to worry that I won't be able to find the location of your lair, you should be able to understand if I just say a few words-Colorado, Raccoon City, Umbrella Company, how about it, are they all familiar words? "

Qin Jiu shrank his pupils slightly when he heard the words, and asked in surprise, "Where did you know that it really is that woman Belmode?"

Souji Kudo snapped his fingers.

"Congratulations, you guessed it right this time. It was indeed Sister Bei who told me."

"... Sister Bei?"

It was the second time he heard this strange word appear, and Qin Jiu couldn't help frowning, and smiled sarcastically after a short thought.

"It turns out that's the case. I wonder how on earth you're so focused on Curaçao. I think it was the woman in Belmode who told you this... It's really unexpected. Like her, no one can look down on her. A woman who is playing tricks on anyone will actually fall in love with you."

"No, no, you guessed wrong again this time."

Souji Kudo raised his head and said quietly.

"Actually, in essence, she is Mrs. Yazhai that I snatched back from the FBI."

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PS: Ah~ Gan, the next thing is the happy Raccoon City plot. By the way, I saw on the little black box today that Resident Evil is going to make a new movie, and it has nothing to do with the previous Paul Anderson film.

Chapter 443 Chapter 433 Leon Scott Kennedy

Late at night, on the road outside Raccoon City, a jeep with its headlights on cut through the deep night. The sound of the engine running was particularly harsh in this quiet suburb.

On the front windshield of the car, the wiper was swinging intermittently, and there was light rain pattering outside the car.

Leon Scott Kennedy, male, 21 years old, 181 cm tall, and 74 kg in weight, is a rookie policeman who has just graduated from the police academy and received his first internship in his life.

He was supposed to report to the Raccoon City Police Station early this morning, but he was late because of a broken relationship and a drunken hangover. If nothing else happened, he would not only have to endure the mental torture caused by the broken relationship, but also continue to face the upcoming unemployment storm material suffering.

The double play of lovelorn, unemployment and taboos is probably the most sour experience in life.

It's one thing to get fired for being late, but quite another thing to fire yourself because you don't report for duty because you're afraid of being fired by the sheriff if you're late.

Maybe the sheriff, whom he had never met before, was unexpectedly kind?

Maybe he didn't fire him because of his good attitude of admitting his mistakes, but let him play running to play a hundred clams first, and then play palm pressing and let him take it off?

Or maybe the Sheriff was asked for divorce by his wife just like himself, and then he drank wildly at home all day and didn't come to work?

Leon, who was driving, entertained himself and comforted himself with this thought, but from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly noticed that the pointer representing the oil level on the instrument panel was approaching the red area, silently reminding him.

——It's time to refuel.

It is not a wise choice to drive the car like this until it is almost out of fuel before thinking of finding a gas station to refuel.

About half a century ago, Raccoon City was nothing more than a poor and remote frontier town. The inconvenient transportation due to the terrain made its poverty comparable to a large slum.

It wasn't until a pharmaceutical company named "Umbrella" spent a huge amount of money to establish a company here, and continued to give strong support to all walks of life in Raccoon City at almost no cost, it gradually improved and developed the most important train station and airport.

Up to now, Raccoon City has developed into an industrial city with all internal organs, and more than half of the citizens have become employees of the umbrella company. The outer suburbs of the country are still relatively deserted.

Fortunately, judging from the navigation results of the mobile phone map, there is a 24-hour self-service gas station not far ahead. Just put the banknotes into the self-service refueling machine, and the corresponding payment amount will be displayed in the gasoline gun The fuel is coming.

It's just... This place is really quiet, there is no one on the road, it is completely different from the night in New York.

While thinking in his heart, Leon turned the steering wheel and controlled the jeep to slowly drive into the trails on both sides of the gas station for entering and exiting the main road. He slowed down and stopped in front of a self-service refueling machine, tightened the handbrake, and then got out of the car.

The moment his feet touched the ground, the rookie officer realized something was wrong.

Too quiet.

It's not that there's anything wrong with being quiet in the middle of the night. After all, human beings are still creatures of the day and night. Although there are some people who love to cultivate immortals, most of them have normal jobs...or social animals can also , I still choose to sleep honestly at night.

Otherwise, if you have to go to work during the day and still be high at night, you will really have no time to sleep, and you will die suddenly on the spot within a few days.

But the problem is that this is a gas station that is open 24 hours a day. Is it too magnanimous to just leave the gas station here and go home to sleep without even leaving a guard on duty?

What if someone with the intention of dialing the test came to steal gasoline in the middle of the night?

Right.

What's even more weird is that the reversible door plate of the 24-hour convenience store next to the gas station clearly marked "OPEN", but the inside of the store was pitch black, and it didn't look like someone was open at all.

But the weirdest thing was the big pool of completely irregular blood in front of the convenience store.

Judging from what Leon has learned from the police academy, there are only two possibilities for causing this bloodstain.

Either a person's main artery bursts completely, and a large amount of blood will shoot out from the breach in an instant, spraying around like a fountain.

Or... that person was crushed from start to finish by a steamroller.

But no matter what the situation was, the injured would definitely die. No matter what, there should be corpses left behind. It would definitely not be like now, leaving a large pool of blood, and then the corpses disappeared.

Out of a sense of responsibility as a trainee police officer who is about to start his job, Leon frowned and thought for a while, then chose to temporarily put down the petrol gun in his hand, turned around and walked towards the dark 24-hour convenience store.

Pushing open the store door marked "OPEN", Leon tentatively took two steps in and said loudly at the same time.

"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

He asked several times, but no one answered.

But Leon, who was listening attentively, heard a faint panting sound coming from the darkness ahead.

It's not the ambiguous panting sound when men and women do that kind of thing, but it's a thousand times or ten thousand times more terrifying than that, like the sound made by air passing through a broken bellows.

And there's more than one.

Leon, who had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, subconsciously took out the flashlight from his body and shone it in.

In an instant, he felt that the blood in his whole body was cold.

It was a man... no, it should be said that it was a male corpse, the skin was obviously dead gray, he was wearing the clothes of a gas station worker, and there was a big hole in his throat, as if he had been torn apart by something. The wound was normal, and the wound was still oozing blood drop by drop, and he was walking towards him staggeringly.

The corpse... moved...

If the person standing here at this time is a fan of zombie series movies, then he will definitely immediately think of drawing a gun and shooting the zombie in the head.

Generally speaking, as long as the head of a zombie is damaged, it will completely lose its ability to move and become a real corpse.

But for Leon Kennedy, for a young man who just graduated from the police academy and believed in science and justice, how could such things as zombies appear in the real world? !

Out of survival instinct, he immediately pulled out his gun from the holster, pointed at the approaching male zombies and warned loudly.

"Stop, I say it again, stop immediately!"

However, the zombies didn't listen to him, and continued to move forward steadily.

Just as Leon was frantically struggling and hesitating whether to shoot, a hand covered with nano-armor hit his shoulder heavily, with such force that he was caught off guard and directly pushed Leon down.

At the same time, a voice that sounded a little foolish suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Get down... I'm telling you to get down, not sit down, forget it, it's okay."

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PS: For me, the distance between horror games and unparalleled games is only an assault rifle with unlimited bullets... I don’t know why, no matter what you play, as long as you have an assault rifle or a light machine gun at hand , Immediately the courage value is full, rushing and killing all the way, but if it is replaced with a pistol, it will not work at all.

Chapter 444 Chapter 434

And when the voice fell, a trigger pulled the firing pin and the deflagration caused by the bombardment of the primer boomed directly above Leon's head.

A pistol bullet with a caliber of 5.7 mm penetrated the air and shot out from the barrel. The initial velocity of 650 meters per second made it span a short distance of less than six meters with almost no time difference, and accurately hit the head of the male zombie. .

boom!

In an instant, blood splashes mixed with brains, and pieces of meat and broken bones flew horizontally.

As if a heavy hammer had hit a ripe watermelon violently, the zombie's head was blown apart by the huge penetrating force in an instant, and it was split into pieces on the spot.

It was just that Leon, who had just graduated from the police academy, was stunned on the spot after witnessing this extremely impactful scene, his mind went blank, until the male zombie who had lost his head habitually shook his body twice and then fell to the ground. Only then did he finally react.

He suddenly raised his head and looked back, his handsome face, which was roughly similar to the young Li Zi, was filled with disbelief, and he asked loudly.

"You...why did you shoot?!"

With the slight light reflected by the flashlight on the blood stains on the ground, what caught Leon's field of vision was an Asian teenager who was about his height and age, but with a strong physique that did not match his age at all. He was holding an FN57 in one hand. With a bunch of wild and unruly bangs, his handsome face looks calm.

It didn't look like the reaction he should have had after blowing a head off just now.

"Why shoot? What kind of idiotic question is that?"

Director Kudo was a little speechless, put down the arm holding the gun, and pointed at the GLOCK-17 that had not been released by a police trainee surnamed Li with the muzzle of the gun.

"Besides, didn't you take out the gun yourself, which means that you have the intention to shoot yourself. I'm just more decisive than you."

"No, I'm just..." Leon said with some confusion, "I mean we can't confirm..."

"Why can't it be confirmed?"

Souji Kudo asked back, picked up the flashlight from the trainee police officer and pointed it at the headless corpse that had fallen to the ground.

"Tell me, please, what normal human being do you think can keep moving while the arteries in the neck have been ripped out of their necks and bitten off, and the arteries are almost drained of blood? Huh? Tell me?"

After speaking, he looked up and down at Leon.

"Oh~ trainee police officer?"

"..."

Leon was stunned for a long while before finally reacting, and said awkwardly.

"How did you know?"