(I just came back from overtime, today is still a big chapter of 4,000 words, I will sort out my thoughts as soon as possible in the next few days, Daga, forgive me!) ）

Resident Evil World?

Shen Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The previous evil spirit virus crisis was actually a Resident Evil.

It stands to reason that the real-life Resident Evil has been lifted, so why enter a similar mission world?

This is followed by the "Resident Evil World" intensity rating, which is identified as "moderate" intensity.

The previous nuclear war wasteland apocalypse and the gray tide apocalypse were only medium-low intensity apocalypse, and the "Resident Evil World" was marked as a "moderate" intensity, which was naturally more tragic than those two apocalypse.

However, considering the evil spirit virus plague in Tokyo before, the severity and spread speed of its own are indeed more dangerous than the nuclear war wasteland and the apocalypse of the gray tide.

Under the effect of the virus, the time for the complete destruction of human civilization is much faster.

He clicked on the light curtain, and a brief introduction to the "Resident Evil World" immediately appeared.

"After the evil spirit virus infected the world, human civilization was destroyed, the Lord of the Void came, and the few remaining immune people survived in the basement and shelter, and the world has been completely destroyed......"

Sure enough, it's still an evil spirit virus!

It seems that the name he gave was also recognized by the "real doomsday game" system.

The world has been utterly destroyed?

Then why let me in?

Moreover, if a powerful high-dimensional creature like the Lord of the Void had already occupied that world, then Shen Feng would have no chance of winning at all, and basically the time to survive after appearing would be counted down in seconds.

Shen Feng immediately asked:

"The Lord of the Void is so powerful, how will I face it? Do you have the right weapons to increase my chances of survival? ”

With the brief conversation with the existence behind the "real doomsday game" before, Shen Feng also dared to fight for his rights and interests with the "real doomsday game" at this time.

It is a little bit to get a little benefit, after all, you can't work day jobs.

The blood-red giant eye icon of the "real apocalyptic game" is still clear, revealing irresistible weirdness, and the bracelet shook again, revealing a text:

"Players can choose to enter within two weeks, and entry will be mandatory after two weeks."

The existence hidden behind the game did not answer Shen Feng's question.

Ignored......

Shen Feng pursed his lips and was about to continue to say something, when the bracelet shook again:

"Due to the previous attack of the unspeakable object, the energy and matter transmission function of the game system has been limited, and it is impossible to transmit electronic equipment and items (excluding biomechanical equipment), so players are requested to prepare in advance."

Then the light on the bracelet suddenly dimmed, as if he was afraid that Shen Feng would ask something, and it would be too embarrassing to not answer at that time.

Shen Feng's face was solemn, he patted the bracelet, and found that there was really no reaction, so he gave up.

Then he looked up at the sky, and his heart, which was still a little fearless, instantly sank.

The problem is a bit serious......

Nanorobotic insects also belong to electronic devices!

In other words, he went to this apocalyptic mission world this time, and he couldn't carry any nanomechanical clusters, and the gray tide, which was originally the strongest means, couldn't be brought over at all this time!

Fortunately, there is also a note that does not include biomechanical equipment, otherwise Shen Feng's silicon-based brain will also not be able to enter the mission world, and after just one transmission, his brain will be torn apart.

People have passed, and half of their brains remain in place, and I shudder to think about it.

There are still two weeks left for him to prepare.

Thinking of this, Shen Feng calmed down.

During this time, although his own strength was magnified by tens of millions of times after having the Gray Tide, it was very convenient, but among the various apocalyptic tasks before, he did not rely on the Gray Tide to pass.

This Resident Evil Apocalyptic Mission, from another point of view, is a good thing, able to hone his own abilities.

After all, relying on the gray tide also has great drawbacks, and will make him lose his vigilance in danger.

This is fatal in the fight against unspeakable beings.

After thinking about this, Shen Feng put his hood on his head, looked up at the Burj Al Arab in the distance, and walked towards the brightly lit street, disappearing into the flow of people......

Although there are new missions, there is still plenty of time, and the previous plan still has to be continued.

The reverse hypnosis of the Purification Society must continue.

It's time to go to Eagle Country next......

……

I'm here...... Where......

My head hurts...... It's dizzy......

Where am I......

Ivanovich slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold concrete floor, his limbs firmly bound by thick ropes, and a faint pain all over his body.

Especially in the head, it was as if a knife had been put in the brain, and the pain was cracking.

He shook his head, opened his eyes wide and saw his surroundings clearly, and the pain and dizziness finally lessened somewhat.

As far as the eye can see, it is a dilapidated concrete room, with a rusty heavy iron door and a small square window that is only fifty centimeters long.

There were also miscellaneous items such as gasoline cans and wooden shelves piled up in the corner of the room.

It's like a warehouse.

He himself was bound hand and foot, tied to an iron shelf.

He was wearing a worn hospital gown with some bloodstains.

Why am I here?

What's going on?

Ivanovich struggled to recall what had happened before, vaguely remembering the massacre at Ingirlik airbase, as well as the B-61 tactical nuclear warhead.

We got our hands on nuclear warheads...... got rid of the encirclement of the soil ** team...... Entered the southern mountains......

And then...... And then there'...... Kavan!

This bastard turned out to be a traitor!

He killed Hall and captured me!

Who exactly does he work for?

Russian?

cia？

Or is it the big country in the East that has been hiding behind it and making crazy profits in the Middle East?

Ivanovich thought as he began to examine the ropes that bound his hands and feet.

What happened after you got caught......

Yes, I was brought out by them under the hood...... Should...... I guess it was brought here.

What the hell is this place?

Ivanovich wanted to think carefully about what happened after that, but immediately he had a splitting headache, as if something was firing in his head.

Raising the back of his hand and touching his head, he immediately felt a burst of pain, as if he had been hit hard.

Apparently, the Assasin fellows caught him and beat him severely.

The other party should have kept him here all the time, tortured him, and he finally regained his consciousness only now.

At this time, his hands were hung on the iron frame, and his feet were also tied, and he could not move at all.

There seems to be no possibility of escape.

Ivanovich did not panic in the slightest.

He carefully observed his surroundings while listening to the sounds outside.

The wind blew in through the windows, and the sound of leaves being blown.

It should be three or four winds, and there are trees outside.

The air is still a little humid, and there should still be ...... Water!

And it's not a river, this level of wetness is only found in large lakes or seashores.

There are some grains of sand on the windowsill, and there are also some fine grains of sand in the warehouse, which are the dust and sand that have been swept in by the wind for many years.

He is also in the Middle East.

It is impossible for Kavan to pass through the land again, but it is possible to enter Persia.

This should be somewhere near the Caspian Sea or the Persian Gulf.

Judging by the constant winds, he is on the south bank.

Kavan had arrested him for a purpose, presumably in preparation for handing him over to a certain person or organization.

It's likely the CIA or the mysterious organization behind the "real apocalyptic game".

The probability of the Persian Gulf will be greater, and the transportation here is more convenient.

Oman?

Bahrain?

Qatar?

Still is...... Dubai?

Ivanovic quickly analyzed his position as he flexed his index finger and slid his nails over the tiger's mouth.

After a while, a small opening has been made at the base of the thumb on the side of the tiger's mouth.

Ivanovic then bent his thumb continuously, allowing his muscles to squirm.

Soon, a soft wire thinner than a human hair had been squeezed out of his wound.

Ivanovich pinched the end of the wire with his two movable fingers and pulled it out of the wound one by one.

It was a metal mass hidden under the skin at the base of his thumb, a full twenty centimeters long.

After pulling the thing out, Ivanovich once again grabbed the wire with his two movable fingers and began to tug at the rope on the saw.

The wires were rough at both ends, but extremely sharp in the middle, and soon sawed the thick ropes, leaving neat gaps.

Ignoring the bleeding from the wound on his hand, Ivanovich moved his wrist and sawed the rope on his foot again, finally free.

Then he took off his shoes, quickly went barefoot to the wall, and put his ear under the window to listen to the sound outside.

There are footsteps.

One...... Two...... Three...... Five......

Five men patrolled outside, and their low conversations.

Ivanovich quickly came to the corner where the debris was piled up, and began to bare and look for supplies that could be used.

A broken chair leg with a long nail on it.

A piece of wire.

An iron candy box lid.

Broken glass bottles.

Ivanovich quickly made some improvised tools, hid them close to him, and then returned to the iron frame again.

He kicked over the iron frame and made a loud noise, and he lay on the ground, still in a bound position, looking dying.

The loud sound of the iron frame falling to the ground immediately drew a low-pitched shout outside.

Then the sound of a key inserting a keyhole was heard outside, and the heavy iron door of the small warehouse was opened, and several heavily armed men wearing black masks walked in.

Seeing Ivanovich who fell to the ground, everyone couldn't help but exclaim again, and ran towards him, cursing incessantly, obviously afraid that Ivanovich would die like this.

For a moment, all of them reached out to help the iron frame and Ivanovich, who had fallen to the ground, and their hands temporarily left the gun.

The two in front grabbed the "dying" Ivanovich and tried to help him up.

In the next moment, Ivanovich suddenly opened his eyes, and the legs of the iron nail chair and the stubble of the wine bottle hidden under him swung violently, one nailed into the left eye of the left guard, and the other slit the throat of the right guard.

The sudden change occurred, and before the guards present had time to react, Ivanovich had reached out again and grabbed the shotgun that the guard on the left hung on his chest, turned the muzzle, and pulled the trigger suddenly.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the third guard was directly blasted upside down and flew out.

The remaining two guards were far away, and when they saw this, they immediately grabbed the submachine gun hanging from their chests and began to shoot at Ivanovic.

Ivanovich dragged the bodies of the first two people in front of him, and used their body armor and bodies to strafe the current round of strafing, and in the blink of an eye, the last two guards' submachine gun bullets were empty!

Without waiting for the other side to change bullets, Ivanovich blasted the last shotgun and shot one of the guards directly to the head.

The last guard roared wildly, pulled out the dagger at his waist and rushed towards Ivanovic.

As soon as Ivanovich raised his hand to block, he heard a "dang" sound, and the opponent's dagger was blocked by the iron sheet he wrapped around his arm.

The long wire in his other hand flicked and slammed around the neck of the last guard.

Then he took a wrong step and came to the back of the other man, grabbed the ends of the wire with both hands, and began to pull down desperately, while bending slightly and carrying the guard in the air.

In the end, the guard struggled desperately on Ivanovic's back, trying to pull the wire around his neck away, but there was no possibility at all.

At this time, he is actually fighting against his own weight!

Ivanovich tugged at the wire with a blank face as he looked at the door, making sure he could spot the other enemies first.

Soon, the last of the guard's struggles slowed down, and his arms hung limply, completely silent.

Ivanovich shook the body on his back a few more times to make sure that the opponent was dead, and then put the opponent down.

He then wandered around the room barefoot, quickly found weapons, ammunition and other equipment on the guards, poured a stomach full of water, ate a mouthful of compressed biscuits, and then continued his movements.

He changed into the clothes and shoes of the guard he strangled to death, and put on the other party's sunglasses, and then walked out of the warehouse door with a pistol.

It was morning.

Outside, there was a small oasis with sand and some very shabby-looking warehouses.

Not far away is a bay.

On the walls of those warehouses, there are several strange symbols, a sword piercing the heart.

It may seem like graffiti, but Ivanovich understands that this is a sign of the Assasins.

Apparently, he was being held in a secret Assasin stronghold.

This is supposed to be a very remote stronghold, and it is rarely visited, and it may be the place where the Assasin faction kidnapped and demanded ransom.

Ivanovic's eyes narrowed.

These so-called natural assassins really underestimate him......

There were two all-terrain vehicles and a motorcycle next to the wall.

The key was on the guards.

At this moment, there was a faint commotion in the distance, and it seemed that someone was coming.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ivanovic immediately picked up the motorcycle by the wall and rode up, increased the throttle to the maximum, and sped away in the opposite direction to the bay.

"Da Da Da ......"

“！”

Bursts of gunfire came from behind him, and stray bullets flew by, smashing the ground in front of him into dust.

At the same time, the roar of the engine was heard.

Apparently someone found him and began to hunt him down!

Ivanovich couldn't care much at this time, accelerated frantically, and headed southeast.

If he judges correctly, Dubai is not far away, and he is safe as soon as he enters the crowd!

Just after Ivanovich escaped, in one of the dilapidated warehouses just now, Kavan, who was wearing black sunglasses, slowly walked out, looked at Ivanovic's fleeing figure, and said slowly:

"Cuckoo...... It's home. ”