Leon's last consciousness descended on this virtual reality world, and his identity was arranged by the Machine Emperor to become an American soldier. And he has survived a lot of crises, started his own battle after the outbreak of the virus, and was lucky enough to meet Bill and others.

"Bang!" Leon punched the zombie in the face so hard that it staggered back a few steps, and I immediately drew my pistol and fired more than a dozen shots at its head.

"Shhh

And the zombie's head has been completely smashed for me. Brains were scattered all over the ground. "Damn it!" Leon sighed, looking at the two rows of tooth marks on his hand, no, the tooth marks were no longer clear, Leon had already bitten off a piece of meat. The flesh and blood on his hands suddenly blurred.

"Ah......h

"Oh! No, that's too bad! "Another person ran in from outside the door, and Leon immediately aimed his P1911 at him." Hey! Sergeant... Sober up! Zombies can't make such a nice sound out of their mouths. "Leon looked at it and knew that it was the fat man he had saved." Sergeant Lyon, your hand..."

Before he could finish speaking, Leon understood that he was going to be the damn thing. "I..." Leon's heart cooled, although in the virtual reality world, death is not real death, but he doesn't want to die yet.

"Sir, what's wrong with your friend?" Another man ran in, tall and thin, a black man, dressed in a normal white-collar suit. I had an MP5 assault rifle in my hand for a long time. "Ahh Sir, you are wounded! You... You're going to be infected! The black man said in a panic.

Leon stared at him and suddenly sighed, "Let's go." Leon put P1911 aside, "Let's go, take all my weapons and ammunition." Leon said as he lowered his gun and ammunition. At least, let me die peacefully before I become that thing. With that, Leon raised his pistol with his alright, and pressed it against his temple.

"Hey!" The fat man shouted, almost pounced. One snatched the gun from Leon's hand and said, "Mr. Leon, have you forgotten, your mission." ”

He said so. Leon instead remembered that the task assigned to him by the Machine Emperor was to give him a half-finished antidote. Leon immediately took it out and handed it to the fat man: "Listen, this is the hope of the entire American Republic." Take it with you and send it to the research institute. You must take care of it! Take this and go, the sooner the better, go fast! Leon almost wanted to push him.

"Is this wine?" The black man scratched his head, and the fat man took several steps back.

"Fatty, what do you want to do, take it for me."

Bomo's face sank, "Louis, go get the bottle." With that, he pushed the black man named Louis with his hand.

"Hey! You're hurting me! The black man screamed. Walked over.

"Leon, you bastard. This is the antidote. You didn't even use it to save your life? The fat man came over with a calm face, and Leon probably guessed what he wanted to do.

"Fatty! What do you want?! Bomo. George! You can't! Leon roared that even if he died in the virtual world, he could still be resurrected. However, he and Louis pressed Leon's arm together, and Leon was groggy after being bitten, and he was unable to move at this time.

Despite my best efforts, the fat man's big hand pressed Leon's mouth open, and then poured the antidote into Leon's mouth. "Sergeant, I guessed right, right? This is the antidote, if it is poison. I think you'll be able to drink it with peace of mind. The fat man said with a smile, and at the moment he smiled like an amiable man.

Although he poured it into his mouth, Leon still wouldn't swallow it. The fat man's hand pressed over my mouth and pressed Leon to the ground. Leon couldn't spit it out.

"Ahem....... ahem! … You...."Leon coughed, pointing weakly at the fat man, unable to say anything.

"I'm sorry sergeant. But I still have half a bottle. I think you get the idea. "Fat and Louis let go of me.

"Humph! Leon snorted coldly, only to feel a terrible pain in his brain. And he fell to the ground. It was pitch black.

Lyons. Scott. Kennedy, under the arrangement of artificial intelligence in the virtual world, was a soldier in a city in the southern United States. Also called Sergeant Lyon. Right now. Leon didn't know how many days I had passed out, and when Leon opened his eyes, he was lying on a bed. But it wasn't his room, and Leon thought it might just be a dream, yes, a terrible nightmare. But Leon knew from the zombies that were infested with the streets outside his window that it was an absolutely realistic dream, and a world where someone would test him.

Leon picked up a machete at the door, the handle was about two centimeters long, and the blade was about five centimeters long. I waved it in my hand a few times, and it was very handy, so I took it with me. Leon clearly remembers that I was able to use this machete to cut open this sandbag with one slash during real-world training, and Leon's combat power was enough to compete with those special forces.

In fact, zombies are very stupid, even in the daytime, Leon only needs to squat by the car and walk, and few zombies will come to harass me. That's what Dr. Char taught me.

But in order to save bullets, Leon had to switch to machetes. But zombies are still different from people, killing only requires a knife in the neck, while zombies need to cut off its entire head.

Leon remembered the street, and there was a police station at the end of the street, and he didn't know where to go to refill his ammunition.

With Leon's ability, one or two zombies can't do anything to him, the streets are full of abandoned vehicles, many department stores and supermarkets have been looted, Leon finds two bottles of Coke to drink.

The police station soon arrived, and I carefully counted the zombies around me, shot at the gun, and none of them slipped through the net.

Leon looked around, it was all corpses, and he should be safe, and his heart was relieved, so he listened, "Ah." There was a long howl, like the sound of a crow. Leon reflexively pointed at where the sound had come from, but there was nothing. That high-frequency sound couldn't have been made by a human, and Leon took the gun. Step by step, he walked to the police station

"Bang." Leon kicked open the closed door of the police station, the door was not locked, there was no light inside, there was a musty smell in the air, and the smell of corpse decay, Leon leaned against the door, and shone it with the strap-on flashlight in his hand, in order to avoid any emergency, Leon confirmed several times that no zombies were found inside. There is a staircase opposite the door, and I wonder if it is safe upstairs.

Even though it was daylight, the light was still very dim, and as soon as Leon stepped inside, a puff of dust kicked up.

"Ahem, it stinks...."Leon pinched his nose. The air here is not only smelly, it's choking. Leon walked in with another straight foot. The dust was blown again. Leon looked around and confirmed that he was not killed, so he closed the door of the police station and locked it by the way, Leon didn't want to have zombies later, and the entire police station was almost completely dark at this time.

Bill and the others went to look for food elsewhere for the time being, and Leon stayed here for the time being. (To be continued.) )