Warm sunlight shines through the hotel's front door and onto the hotel's front desk.

Guan Feng, Lei Dabiao and other thirty-two people walked into the Orange Hotel, glanced at the hotel lobby, a young woman in a red uniform, prostrate at the front desk, with a professional smile on her face, her eyes opened, and her pupils contracted sharply, which was a sudden change, and it was too late to convey the fear in her eyes to her face.

A small wound at the center of the eyebrows, the dark red blood stains had condensed into a scar, and a few blood streaks made three sinuous marks on the delicate face.

Lei Dabiao walked to the front desk, stretched out his right hand, gently closed the woman's eyes, the chill in his eyes grew, and whispered, "Rest in peace." ”

"Boom la la ......"

Guan Feng, Lei Dabiao and others followed the prestige, only to see a petite woman with a delicate face, pouring gasoline on the corpse concentrated in the center of the lobby, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gasoline, gradually covering up the strong smell of blood.

Several men with cold expressions were constantly moving the corpses from the various rooms of the Orange Hotel and concentrating them on the pile of corpses in the center of the lobby.

A middle-aged man with a moustache on his chin said lightly: "Chen Lu, a layer of corpses is here." ”

Chen Lu glanced at Guan Feng and Lei Dabiao, looked at the woman who was prostrate at the front desk, and frowned: "Huo Qing, there is another one missing over there." ”

Huo Qing looked towards the front desk, glanced at Guan Feng, Lei Dabiao and others, and through the gap of thirty-two people, he saw the woman prostrate at the front desk, and said coldly: "Those people over there, move the corpse over." ”

Guan Feng and the others didn't move, just staring coldly at Huo Qing, Chen Lu and the others, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the lobby was extremely heavy and weird.

Huo Qing frowned, strode to the front desk, and as Huo Qing walked into the front desk, a strong smell of blood came to his face.

Thirty-two people stared at Huo Qing's cold eyes, without a trace of fireworks, and couldn't help but get out of the way.

Huo Qing's right hand grabbed the sleeve of the woman at the front desk, and suddenly, one hand blocked the castration of Huo Qing's right hand.

Huo Qing stared at the owner of this hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "Lei Dabiao, do you want to stop me?" ”

Lei Dabiao glanced at Huo Qing, turned around and walked into the front desk, gently picked up the woman with both hands, walked to the center of the lobby step by step, and slowly put the woman's body on the pile of corpses.

Lei Dabiao looked at the pile of corpses, a pair of open eyes, there were old, young, men, and women, all of them contained horror and confusion, as if asking God why he suffered the catastrophe of death.

Lei Dabiao's heart was surging, his expression was cold, he leaned down, walked to the side of an old man, stretched out his right hand, and slowly closed his frightened eyes.

Then he walked towards the next corpse, it was the eyes of a teenager, and there was innocence in his eyes, so clean and clear, and his cheeks that had not been polished by society still carried childishness.

Lei Dabiao closed his eyes for the young man with a trembling right hand, and then walked towards the next corpse.

One, one......

Guan Feng, Beigong Qing and others also walked towards the pile of corpses and closed their eyes for the victims.

The sound of heavy footsteps of "stepping on the ......" made the lobby seem extremely cold.

I don't know when, Chen Lu's eyes flashed with a trace of crystal, his right hand tightly grasped the gasoline head, the green tendons were exposed, the long nails pierced the delicate skin, and a trace of bright red blood seeped out.

"That's enough." Huo Qing's face was angry.

Guan Feng and the others paused with their right hands, did not raise their heads, but continued to close their eyes for the deceased.

Huo Qing walked up to Chen Lu and snatched the gasoline drum from Chen Lu's right hand.

"Boom, la-la-......" gasoline from the gasoline barrel poured down towards the corpse.

"Click" The lighter emitted a red flame, and inadvertently, a raging fire rose and spread towards the corpse, and the thirty-two people avoided the fire, stood aside, glanced at Huo Qing, and were silent.

Whose fault is it? Huo Qing, Chen Lu and others are not wrong. Who should Guan Feng, Lei Dabiao and others blame?

Time passes quietly, the zombie frenzy is coming, in the face of the unknown population of the small town, no one can guarantee that one ride will be a thousand, occupy a solid base, reduce the source of zombies, that is, wipe out the human beings in the hotel, and ensure the absolute safety of the base, as long as people with a little IQ can think of it.

The only difference is that when I was a child, the small city citizens did it after they turned into zombies, or they did it before that.

Judging from the pedestrians in the car, this is a densely populated small city, and an hour of preparation time is the preparation time for the trainee reincarnation, weapons, food, and a safe rest environment are all indispensable.

Warriors are also people, warriors also need food, they also need rest, there is no safe rear, to face the surging zombie frenzy unprepared after an hour, that is the way to die.

Guan Feng, Lei Dabiao, Beigong Qing and other thirty-two people can't get their hands on it, but the rest of the trainee reincarnators must be done by someone.

Everyone yearns for the light, but there must always be a walker in the dark.

Guan Feng and the others didn't blame Mingsha, Chen Lu and the others, nor did they stop them, because they knew that they were for this group.

Fifty trainee reincarnators, who can stand out from the three thousand selected, are not resourceless.

In order to survive, they once hardened their hearts and raised their blades in the desert of death.

They are selfish about their own lives. However, survival is the most primitive instinct of every human being.

When the mother and girlfriend (boyfriend) fall into the water at the same time, save the one?

This question is illustrating the worst-case scenario.

In order to survive, to kill others, there is no right answer to which is right and which is wrong.

If there is a right and wrong, then what is wrong is the instinct of human survival, or what is wrong is this main god space.

This assessment magnifies the weakness of human nature infinitely, tears through all covers, and presents it in the sun.

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Some people say that it is easy to kill zombies, but it is difficult to kill people. Because there is no guilt in killing zombies, killing people is not.

Three thousand chosen ones, and everyone is a murderer.

If you do a senior investigation of everyone, most of the 3,000 chosen ones have never even killed chickens, let alone killed people.

It's hard to kill, it's really hard.

"Desert survival", killing people is to survive.

"Biochemical Town", killing people is also to survive.

The only difference between the two is that the victims of "desert survival" are not unarmed.

The citizens of the "biochemical town" are not, men, women and children.

As long as there is still human nature, there will be a sense of guilt and guilt in their hearts.

Fifty trainees of reincarnation are superior to ordinary people in terms of physical strength, skills, perseverance, IQ, EQ, etc.

There are more than 7 billion human beings in the world of the "Sword God Domain", and the three thousand chosen ones can be selected by the main god space, so I dare not say that the top human elites in the "Sword God Domain" world are concentrated, but at least they are also one in a million.

And the 50 chosen ones who can stand out from the 3,000 selected ones are not ordinary people.

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The flames gradually extinguished, and the smell of blood in the air was swept away, and the white bones adhered to the black fibrous material left over from the burning clothes, and the air was filled with a strong smell of fibrous products.

No matter how complicated the mood of the fifty trainee reincarnates at this time, the instinct of being alive prompts them to think rationally and calmly about the upcoming Resident Evil.

The entrance of the Orange Hotel, as well as the windows on each floor, piled up a large amount of debris and sealed it completely.

On the balcony on the top floor of the Orange Hotel, fifty reincarnators, holding weapons from all over the world, including kitchen knives, fire axes, iron rods, etc., stared at the peaceful town with solemn expressions.

As the hour passed, the sun in the sky was gradually obscured by thick dark clouds.

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Alice stood on a tall building, taking out a blue reagent in her hand, and the bright sunlight exuded a charming halo through the blue liquid.

Beautiful things are often dangerous, just like this fascinating blue liquid. This is exactly what the T-virus is. Marcus fused the genes of the progenitor virus with the leech gene to study the secondary variant of the progenitor virus.

From a biological point of view, the RNA characteristics of Archaeopteryx can promote the evolution of human DNA, which is also the reason for the increase of human capacity and lifespan.

However, the superantigen toxins contained in the virus can overstimulate the body's immune system, resulting in systemic inflammation, necrosis of the skin and other outer tissues, massive fluid loss, and secondary infection of various diseases, followed by sepsis and severe shock, and eventually death. Only a very small number of individuals mutate in their immune receptors after infection to prevent the superantigen toxins in the virus from stimulating these cells, allowing them to survive.

Marcus chose to combine the progenitor virus with the leech gene. Leeches have a strong tolerance and adaptability to the environment, so the leech gene must be able to strengthen the adaptability of the Ancestral Virus to the environment, thereby improving the stability of the Ancestral virus.

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The T virus can promote the evolution of human DNA, but very few people are truly immune to the side effects of the T virus.

Alice stared at the T-virus in her hand, her eyes were full of complexity, and her mind turned a thousand times, and countless thoughts came like a tide.

Alice is lucky, she is the lucky one who was chosen by the main god space among countless Resident Evil parallel spaces, among countless Alices.

After Alice became a reincarnation, she brought T virus antibodies to countless Resident Evil parallel spaces, saving countless Resident Evil worlds.

In parallel space, Alice has seen many old friends, many enemies who have been killed, and Alice from that world.

Alice didn't bother her friends, enemies, and herself in the parallel space, because they all belonged to Alice from another world.

It's just that, at this moment, Alice didn't expect that the T-virus would be released in this small city, just to assess the trainee reincarnation of the Eighth Age.

Alice's hands trembled a little, and she couldn't understand why the Lord God had chosen her as the examiner for this scene, as the examiner for the release of the T-virus, why he had faked this step to Alice.

Perhaps, this is not a test for the fifty trainee reincarnators, but also a test for Alice.

"Bang ......" blue liquid, constantly volatilizing into the air.

Alice stared at the shattered glass test tube on the ground, her heart heavy.

But why did the T virus in your hand fall to the ground?

At what moment did Alice's heart also cross the darkness? Is the name of darkness called instinct?

And the pity for the citizens of this small city, does it take on the aura of aliens? Do you want to bring a title from another world?

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