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boom! ! !
The already rickety wooden door to the room was smashed open from the outside by a tremendous force!
Wood chips flying everywhere!
The door panel shattered and collapsed inwards!
Outside the door were several rotting, twisted zombie faces, dripping with saliva!
And there was more than one! There were many more following closely behind, roaring as they were drawn in by the scent of blood from the Blood Demon Spider. They were now rushing in, vying to be the first to enter!
The cramped room instantly became crowded and dangerous!
"Damn it!"
Jill cursed and quickly raised the Remington M870 shotgun on her back, ready to fire.
Saeko Busujima had already drawn her sword, the blade pointed directly at the first zombie that rushed in.
But there were more zombies than expected, and they blocked the only exit!
"Get out of the way! I'll handle this."
Zhou Ye growled.
He stepped forward, blocking Nami and Gil.
With a thought, the [Herrscher of Reason + Talking Tom Fragment] is activated!
An exaggerated, incongruous cartoon-style heavy weapon appeared out of thin air in his hand!
Six thick barrels slowly rotated, gleaming with a cold metallic light, while the main body of the gun was painted with a comical cat pattern.
[The Gatling Gun in Talking Tom Cat]!
The cartoon cat Gatling gun, which had been prepared long ago, was ready as Zhou Ye pulled the trigger!
Dadadadadadada——!!!
The deafening gunshots instantly filled the entire room!
Blazing flames spewed wildly from the six gun barrels!
Bullets rained down like a torrential downpour, forming a dense storm of metal that sprayed towards the horde of zombies surging in through the doorway!
The first zombies, made of flesh and blood, rushed in without even having time to react.
Their bodies were instantly torn to pieces under the dense barrage of bullets!
Blood and flesh flew everywhere! Broken bones scattered in all directions!
The rotting limbs were torn apart and thrown around like rag dolls!
Before the zombies behind them could understand what was happening, they were covered in blood and debris from their companions' explosions, and then they were swept into the terrifying metal storm.
In just a few seconds.
The zombies at the entrance were completely wiped out.
The mutilated corpses piled up at the entrance, forming a low, foul-smelling barrier.
The gunfire stopped abruptly.
The only sounds left in the room were the faint hissing of the Gatling gun barrel as it cooled, and the thick, lingering smell of gunpowder and blood.
Nami's ears were ringing from the gunshot. She waved her hand to clear the smoke in front of her and looked at the horrific scene at the door, her lips twitching.
"Captain, isn't your firepower a bit... excessive?"
Saeko Busujima silently sheathed her sword; the battle was over before she had even drawn her blade.
Jill stood there, her fingers gripping the shotgun so tightly they turned white.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the strangely shaped Gatling gun in Zhou Ye's hand, which was still slightly smoking, and then at the pile of mangled flesh at the doorway, which was almost unrecognizable as human.
A heavy machine gun appeared out of nowhere...
This devastating firepower...
Who exactly is this man and this group of people?
She felt that her understanding was being refreshed and overturned time and time again.
Zhou Ye expressionlessly retracted [Herrscher of Reason + Talking Tom Gatling Gun] into the imaginary space.
The burst of firepower just now consumed a lot of Honkai energy, but the effect was outstanding.
He looked at the pile of corpses at the doorway and the eerie dead spiders in the corner.
This place was more dangerous than he had imagined.
We must find a way out as soon as possible.
Zhou Ye strode towards the door, stepping over the sticky blood and bits of flesh.
"The corridor should be safe for now."
He turned to look at the others.
"Keep moving forward. The masters here will no longer let us rest. Find them and kill them!"
the other side.
In the dimly lit monitoring room, the green light from the screen reflected off Wesker's sunglasses, casting an ominous glow.
A few minutes earlier, when the horde of zombies smashed open that dilapidated door, a slight smile played on his lips. Finally, things were getting interesting. He had personally arranged for this group of zombies; some were even equipped with data cameras, allowing them to collect data while posing as ordinary zombies.
But what happened next froze his expression.
On the screen, the man named Zhou Ye—conjured out of thin air a ridiculous cartoon-style Gatling gun, and then...
Da da da da da da!
In just a few seconds, dozens of zombies were reduced to mangled heaps. There was no struggle, no danger, no fear. It was as easy as stepping on a few ants.
Wesker's fingers gripped the edge of the console, causing the metal surface to dent slightly.
this...
His voice was low and incredulous. Completely unexpected. Was he a ghost?
Lei, who was standing beside him, no longer wore an indifferent expression. His blood-red eyes widened, staring intently at Zhou Ye on the screen as he put away the Gatling gun. The child-like body stood up from the chair, his face contorted in pain.
He wasn't a ghost, nor did he possess any blood demon magic! His tired voice was no longer calm.
Instead, it carried a hint of annoyance.
This isn't the kind of game we're looking for—a game of struggling to survive! This is practically—
Armed tourism.
Wesker picked up where he left off, his voice as cold as ice.
His fingers were bent from exhaustion, the spider silk at his fingertips unconsciously extending and contracting due to his emotional fluctuations. His few eye-line spiders had just been easily wiped out by the orange-haired woman, and now, on the screen, they were nonchalantly stepping over the pile of fleshy zombies and continuing on their way.
Ants... actually...
Wesker adjusted his sunglasses, trying to keep his voice steady. He hated having his plans disrupted, and he hated being looked down upon even more.
It seems we underestimated them.
Wesker turned to the screen displaying the T-102 culture tank, then looked at the T-100 and T-101, which were new products different from the T-102 and intended for data collection.
It's time to increase the difficulty. Mr. Lei, let's send the T-100 and T-101. They're products made with Umbrella's biotechnology and Mr. Kibutsuji's blood. Isn't that why our two companies joined forces? If the T-100 and T-101 don't work out in the end...
Then I'll go and meet them myself. His exhausted expression was ferocious, devoid of any childlike innocence. He stretched out his pale hand, his nails growing long, turning into sharp claws.
No one can underestimate the power of demons like that!
Wesker thought for a moment, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Please do so.
Chapter 19 T-100 tank, T-101 Hanged Man
The corridor was even darker than before, with only the emergency lights flickering faintly.
The air was thick with dust and an even stronger stench of decay.
Went not far.
A sudden tremor came from beneath my feet!
Intense, without warning!
"Ok?"
Zhou Ye suddenly stopped, his body tensing instinctively.
Nami almost bumped into his back.
"What are you doing?"
The ground began to tremble violently, as if the entire building was groaning.
Dust fell from above, and the walls creaked painfully.
"earthquake?"
Jill shouted nervously, quickly leaning against the wall to steady herself.
She had experienced all sorts of unexpected situations, but this tremor was too bizarre.
"wrong."
Zhou Ye's expression changed.
He looked at the glaring red warning lights that had suddenly lit up on the surrounding walls.
The lights flashed wildly, accompanied by a blaring alarm.
"This isn't an earthquake! It's man-made!"
Rumble!