Ratatatat!
In the lobby of the cafe next door, there was an assault rifle salvo.
Mu Zi took out his assault rifle. As he was shooting at the Tyrant, he scanned the information of this monster using Detection and shouted loudly, “It’s a Level-45 Elite monster named ‘Tyrant T-000,’ but it has a lot more HP than the average Elite monster! Damn! It has close to 25,000 HP, and it’s recovering over 300 HP per second! There is also an evolutionary state in its attributes that means it is not even in its complete state yet!”
Bang, bang…!
“Then we should kill it now, or else it will cause big trouble!” said Sister Rui. Apparently, she hadn’t had enough time to assemble the Death Ripper, so she turned her palm over, and the powerful golden Desert Eagle appeared on her hand. With pinpoint accuracy, she fired in succession at the Tyrant coming toward them.
Meanwhile, the young guard soldier who was dumbfounded at first also took out his police-issued assault rifle from his back and joined in the shooting.
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The Tyrant finally lost its balance after being attacked by four people at the same time. Instead of charging forward again, it began to jump quickly on the walls and roofs around the streets, trying to avoid the bullets.
This was a very effective response. Since it was moving without a regular pattern, the young guard soldier and Mu Zi missed most of their shots—not even one in ten of their shots was able to hit the Tyrant. Only Sister Rui and Captain Harley, who had reloaded his bullets, were able to maintain a constant hit rate.
And, of course, Feng Luo!
Bang!
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A shield-breaking energy bullet shining with blue light struck the Tyrant’s left ankle as it prepared to jump from the roof of a shop. The spinning bullet punctured the Tyrant’s densely packed muscles, causing damage that tipped its body off balance.
Bang!
The Tyrant’s huge body, which was taller than three meters, fell from the roof to the ground and smashed into a heap of debris, causing a few NPC residents to scream in fright as they ran away, bewildered.
But the Tyrant could not be bothered about them at the moment because it was in danger, too. Its current position was only a few meters away from Feng Luo and the gang; it only needed two jumps to reach their position, which was on the second floor of the cafe. But it had lost its chance, for, behind him, there was a sudden blare of an electromagnetic machine gun.
The Guard Bureau was just across the street from the cafe. How could the guards not respond to it with it being on the road for so long?
A six-barreled electromagnetic machine gun in a concealed position sent a torrent of bullets flying at the Tyrant!
“Get down!” Feng Luo shouted.
Everyone on the second floor of the cafe was on their hands and knees.
Crack, crack, crack…!
A barrage of hundreds of bullets per second swept through the cafe as it hit the Tyrant, tearing everything in their path to pieces.
******
“What? It has escaped?”
After a minute, Mu Zi used Detection but could not find a trace of the Tyrant. Feng Luo was extremely upset but could only accept this fact.
Unfortunately, most of the shots from the six-barrel electromagnetic machine gun had not hit the Tyrant, allowing it to escape without a trace with low HP.
This Tyrant had yet to enter its complete body state but was already this strong. If it had entered the complete body state, it was likely to break through the Elite level and become a Commander-level monster! And it would be a troublesome conundrum since it had now escaped and was hidden.
However, even if there was a hidden danger, Feng Luo and the gang could be bothered about it anymore. Even without a sniper scope, Feng Luo could see with his naked eye that a group of seemingly slow-moving “weirdos” were chasing after a huge crowd of tourists and townsfolk at the end of a street. They would surround and gnaw at the stragglers.
The living dead—zombies. A big group of zombies!
Resident Evil! And this was only the beginning of it!
Looking down the street at the crazy “monsters” attacking tourists and residents, Captain Harley’s face turned pale. “That… and those… what are they?!” he asked Feng Luo in disbelief.
“Well, Captain Harley, long story short…” Feng Luo said while looking into his eyes.
******
“Oh God, where are you? Is there anyone to help me?”
A fat NPC male doctor lay on the ground under a sickbed. He gazed out through the gap of a door a few meters away with eyes full of fear.
In the nurse’s station outside the door, a few zombies dressed as nurses or patients were huddled together, gnawing voraciously at the body of a middle-aged male doctor.
Looking sideways at his position, a blonde beauty whose calf had been bitten off crouched there with a face covered in blood. She tore at the middle-aged male doctor with her hands and mouth.
He thought about how this nurse had always liked to unbutton the top two buttons of her gown, revealing her plump breasts and deep cleavage. She was the coquettish blonde beauty who was known to be fantasized about by all the men in the hospital. She nibbled at the doctor who had molested her a short time before with the utmost concentration and commitment.
Doctor Fatty could not help but feel a spasm of uncontrollable fear.
Poof!
Fatty accidentally farted, producing a loud sound. It emitted the smell of his fear. He had failed to control his body!
The blonde beauty, who had been concentrating on eating, seemed to have heard or smelled the fart. She shook her body while turning her head stiffly.
A face covered in blood but still tempting stared at his position with a pair of eyes that had lost their expression.
“No, she didn’t see me, she didn’t see me…”
Fatty’s face turned as pale as a piece of paper. The sweat on his forehead and his urine flowed together, and he covered his mouth tightly with his hands.
His prayer, however, was evidently futile because the blonde beauty crept slowly toward him. Her plump, deeply furrowed breasts rubbed a trail of death stained with blood and flesh on the floor. She was crawling because one of her legs had been chewed off by other zombies before she had turned, so she was unable to stand. The T-virus gave her body the ability to move despite the significant blood loss.
“Argh!”
He faced the blonde who had crawled into the room toward the bed where he hid. The face that had once been a source of lustful temptation was now covered with blood and flesh and pale, bleeding lips.
Fatty could not stop shouting. His body was weak and unable to stand, but fear had finally rejuvenated some of his strength. He kicked his legs at the blonde beauty, hoping to kick her away from him.
However, as soon as he kicked his legs out, they were grasped firmly by the blonde beauty’s right hand, which he had fantasized countless times would help him in doing something else. Her right hand, stained with the blood of the middle-aged male doctor, was so powerful that he could not free himself from its grip.
Upon facing the blonde beauty preparing to gnaw on his leg, Fatty let out a plaintive cry.
“Ahhh! Help me!”
Bang!
It was a shot from far away. A Sniper’s bullet broke through the window behind him and went spinning through the eyes of the blonde nurse. Then a loud bang was heard. The head, with its alluring, rapturous face, now had a blood-colored hole in it the size of a small bowl. What was left was a pile of red and white liquid and a shattered skull.
“Ah!”
The Fatty who had survived through the disaster was splashed with a mixture of blood and some cerebral fluid. This time, he was so frightened that he defecated in his trousers.
Because of his screams, several nurses and patients who had turned into zombies wobbled clumsily toward him from the door outside.
Ratatatat!
In the lobby of the cafe next door, there was an assault rifle salvo.
Mu Zi took out his assault rifle. As he was shooting at the Tyrant, he scanned the information of this monster using Detection and shouted loudly, “It’s a Level-45 Elite monster named ‘Tyrant T-000,’ but it has a lot more HP than the average Elite monster! Damn! It has close to 25,000 HP, and it’s recovering over 300 HP per second! There is also an evolutionary state in its attributes that means it is not even in its complete state yet!”
Bang, bang…!
“Then we should kill it now, or else it will cause big trouble!” said Sister Rui. Apparently, she hadn’t had enough time to assemble the Death Ripper, so she turned her palm over, and the powerful golden Desert Eagle appeared on her hand. With pinpoint accuracy, she fired in succession at the Tyrant coming toward them.
Meanwhile, the young guard soldier who was dumbfounded at first also took out his police-issued assault rifle from his back and joined in the shooting.
−1233
−344
−376
−228
−197
The Tyrant finally lost its balance after being attacked by four people at the same time. Instead of charging forward again, it began to jump quickly on the walls and roofs around the streets, trying to avoid the bullets.
This was a very effective response. Since it was moving without a regular pattern, the young guard soldier and Mu Zi missed most of their shots—not even one in ten of their shots was able to hit the Tyrant. Only Sister Rui and Captain Harley, who had reloaded his bullets, were able to maintain a constant hit rate.
And, of course, Feng Luo!
Bang!
−3098
A shield-breaking energy bullet shining with blue light struck the Tyrant’s left ankle as it prepared to jump from the roof of a shop. The spinning bullet punctured the Tyrant’s densely packed muscles, causing damage that tipped its body off balance.
Bang!
The Tyrant’s huge body, which was taller than three meters, fell from the roof to the ground and smashed into a heap of debris, causing a few NPC residents to scream in fright as they ran away, bewildered.
But the Tyrant could not be bothered about them at the moment because it was in danger, too. Its current position was only a few meters away from Feng Luo and the gang; it only needed two jumps to reach their position, which was on the second floor of the cafe. But it had lost its chance, for, behind him, there was a sudden blare of an electromagnetic machine gun.
The Guard Bureau was just across the street from the cafe. How could the guards not respond to it with it being on the road for so long?
A six-barreled electromagnetic machine gun in a concealed position sent a torrent of bullets flying at the Tyrant!
“Get down!” Feng Luo shouted.
Everyone on the second floor of the cafe was on their hands and knees.
Crack, crack, crack…!
A barrage of hundreds of bullets per second swept through the cafe as it hit the Tyrant, tearing everything in their path to pieces.
******
“What? It has escaped?”
After a minute, Mu Zi used Detection but could not find a trace of the Tyrant. Feng Luo was extremely upset but could only accept this fact.
Unfortunately, most of the shots from the six-barrel electromagnetic machine gun had not hit the Tyrant, allowing it to escape without a trace with low HP.
This Tyrant had yet to enter its complete body state but was already this strong. If it had entered the complete body state, it was likely to break through the Elite level and become a Commander-level monster! And it would be a troublesome conundrum since it had now escaped and was hidden.
However, even if there was a hidden danger, Feng Luo and the gang could be bothered about it anymore. Even without a sniper scope, Feng Luo could see with his naked eye that a group of seemingly slow-moving “weirdos” were chasing after a huge crowd of tourists and townsfolk at the end of a street. They would surround and gnaw at the stragglers.
The living dead—zombies. A big group of zombies!
Resident Evil! And this was only the beginning of it!
Looking down the street at the crazy “monsters” attacking tourists and residents, Captain Harley’s face turned pale. “That… and those… what are they?!” he asked Feng Luo in disbelief.
“Well, Captain Harley, long story short…” Feng Luo said while looking into his eyes.
******
“Oh God, where are you? Is there anyone to help me?”
A fat NPC male doctor lay on the ground under a sickbed. He gazed out through the gap of a door a few meters away with eyes full of fear.
In the nurse’s station outside the door, a few zombies dressed as nurses or patients were huddled together, gnawing voraciously at the body of a middle-aged male doctor.
Looking sideways at his position, a blonde beauty whose calf had been bitten off crouched there with a face covered in blood. She tore at the middle-aged male doctor with her hands and mouth.
He thought about how this nurse had always liked to unbutton the top two buttons of her gown, revealing her plump breasts and deep cleavage. She was the coquettish blonde beauty who was known to be fantasized about by all the men in the hospital. She nibbled at the doctor who had molested her a short time before with the utmost concentration and commitment.
Doctor Fatty could not help but feel a spasm of uncontrollable fear.
Poof!
Fatty accidentally farted, producing a loud sound. It emitted the smell of his fear. He had failed to control his body!
The blonde beauty, who had been concentrating on eating, seemed to have heard or smelled the fart. She shook her body while turning her head stiffly.
A face covered in blood but still tempting stared at his position with a pair of eyes that had lost their expression.
“No, she didn’t see me, she didn’t see me…”
Fatty’s face turned as pale as a piece of paper. The sweat on his forehead and his urine flowed together, and he covered his mouth tightly with his hands.
His prayer, however, was evidently futile because the blonde beauty crept slowly toward him. Her plump, deeply furrowed breasts rubbed a trail of death stained with blood and flesh on the floor. She was crawling because one of her legs had been chewed off by other zombies before she had turned, so she was unable to stand. The T-virus gave her body the ability to move despite the significant blood loss.
“Argh!”
He faced the blonde who had crawled into the room toward the bed where he hid. The face that had once been a source of lustful temptation was now covered with blood and flesh and pale, bleeding lips.
Fatty could not stop shouting. His body was weak and unable to stand, but fear had finally rejuvenated some of his strength. He kicked his legs at the blonde beauty, hoping to kick her away from him.
However, as soon as he kicked his legs out, they were grasped firmly by the blonde beauty’s right hand, which he had fantasized countless times would help him in doing something else. Her right hand, stained with the blood of the middle-aged male doctor, was so powerful that he could not free himself from its grip.
Upon facing the blonde beauty preparing to gnaw on his leg, Fatty let out a plaintive cry.
“Ahhh! Help me!”
Bang!
It was a shot from far away. A Sniper’s bullet broke through the window behind him and went spinning through the eyes of the blonde nurse. Then a loud bang was heard. The head, with its alluring, rapturous face, now had a blood-colored hole in it the size of a small bowl. What was left was a pile of red and white liquid and a shattered skull.
“Ah!”
The Fatty who had survived through the disaster was splashed with a mixture of blood and some cerebral fluid. This time, he was so frightened that he defecated in his trousers.
Because of his screams, several nurses and patients who had turned into zombies wobbled clumsily toward him from the door outside.
