Chapter 1 - Demon Hunter Li Sanguang

"1998...... It was a day I'll never forget; On that day, a nightmare that I would never want to remember again swept through this small city in the American West, and all the citizens became walking corpses, marching through the streets and telling their thirst for flesh...... At that time, I was just a rookie who had just taken office, and I walked through this hell on earth, and finally, the truth of the mystery surfaced, and the culprit of all this was the internationally renowned pharmaceutical company - Ambrera. After all this was exposed www.biquge.info the government ordered the destruction of Raccoon City with a nuclear bomb and the freezing of Ambrera's stock, and eventually, Ambrera fell. ”

A small, dilapidated police car with the word "POLICIA" written on it drove on a rudimentary dirt road, with two small police officers speaking original Spanish English sitting in the front row, and in the back seat of the car, a young man with full white hair sat leaning against him in a bombing style, muttering to himself.

Finally, the chubby strip in the passenger seat turned around and asked in his original Spanish English, "What are you old cowboy doing there alone?" ”

The white-haired man, with typical Anglo-Saxon appearance, looked up at him, then lowered his head again: "Remember the past." ”

"Cut." The fat strip turned his head with a deflated face, and muttered in his mouth, "You fried chicken guys just talk a lot." ”

"Hey, the symbol of America isn't fried chicken!" The white-haired man said dissatisfiedly, "You might as well call me a cowboy." ”

"Then again, what the hell are you doing in this place?" The skinny strip in the driver's seat stared ahead and asked the white-haired man behind him, "A suspicious character like you, why did we arrange for the two of us to assist you in your actions without saying a word, and told us not to ask more?" Are you an agent of the Pentagon? Coming here to prepare for the recovery of alien spaceships? ”

"Find someone." The white-haired man fell silent after speaking.

At this time, the fat strip's face was a little unnatural, his legs were clamped, and he reached out and patted the thin strip next to him: "Stop and stop, I want to pee." ”

The dilapidated police car stopped on the side of the road, and the fat man ran down quickly, and the pestle opened his trouser chain on the side of the road and began to spray water, and for a while the fog spread.

The thin man in the car took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with fast hand speed, took one out and put it in his mouth, and stretched the cigarette case to the back: "Do you want one?" ”

The white-haired man thought for a moment, nodded, and took a cigarette from it: "Thank you." ”

Speaking of which, shouldn't an old cowboy like you, who looks awesome, smoke a cigar?" The thin strip smacked in his mouth and asked with a grin, "No offense, it's just that I have the impression that the Yankees smoke cigars." ”

"You've watched too many movies." The white-haired man said, "I used to be a non-smoker...... I blame that guy......"

"Who?"

"Nothing."

At this time, the fat strip lifted his pants and ran into the car: "Damn, it's so cold outside!" It's so cold that I shrink my eggs...... Walked away. ”

The dilapidated police car was again moving forward in the thick fog.

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The police car drove over a suspension bridge and then stopped on the side of the road, with some hazy buildings looming ahead.

"Alright, that's it, you can hurry up yourself." The skinny strip said with a hippie smile, "I don't want to follow you to mess around, and I don't want to be ticketed for illegal parking......"

"yes, God is fine." The white-haired man stepped out of the car with an unhappy face, slammed the door shut, and complained, "Who are these people......

After getting out of the car, he took out the walkie-talkie, turned the table, and a young woman's voice came from inside: "Leon, can you hear me?" ”

"Hear me very clearly."

"That's good, I'm Ingrid Hanigan, I'm your intelligence officer, remember, this mission is very important, and you must do whatever it takes to rescue your target."

"Understood! Well......? Wait, what's your name? ”

"Hani~"

"Hey, good."

So Hanigan unilaterally cut off communications from there.

That's right, this young man with white hair and definitely a slight killer of Matt in China is Leon Scott Kennedy, who escaped from Raccoon City six years ago, and got the blood of a demon hunter from a certain retarded at the end of Resident Chemistry 2, and slowly became like this in six years.

He always felt as if he had become a bit like some old Italian rascal in a red trench coat...... Maybe that's a delusion.

For the past few years, he has always had the same dream, in which he wears a red trench coat, makes a pair of black and white double guns, carries a giant sword carved in the shape of a skeleton at the sword grid, and embarks on an adventure in classical architecture, and encounters many monsters that look like demons along the way, but they are all as vulnerable as watermelons and potatoes in front of him.

It's really enough to be a superhero.

But every time he wakes up from his dreams, he's still the classified agent, the survivor of the Raccoon City tragedy, not a demon hunter at all.

He almost got schizophrenia for this, and he always felt as if he had a personality called "Dante".

Aside from that, let's talk about this mission.

A few days ago, he received an order from above - a very important person to the United States was kidnapped by an unknown person, and after the investigation of the intelligence team, the last location of the VIP was locked in this remote village in Spain, so Lyon, who is now the number one ace of the government, received this task and went to this ghost place to rescue the VIP.

After teasing Hanigan and being hung up, Leon smiled, took out two pistols, one black and one white, loaded them with both hands at the same time, put the pistol back on his waist, and then looked at an old house not far away, and walked towards it.

This house...... When I got closer, it seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time, it was full of dust, cobwebs, etc., and I didn't know why this dilapidated house hadn't collapsed after so many years.

“？”

At this time, he heard the sound of moving things in the house, and at the same time the "crackling" sound of firewood.

It seems that there are still people living in this kind of dilapidated house, this village is really a poor mountain village, what is the Spanish government doing...... He sneered, went over and gently pushed the door open, and entered the room.

When he entered the house, he saw a blazing fire burning in the fireplace next to him, and a pot was set up on it, and a rich aroma wafted out of the pot...... Beef stew with potatoes! Definitely a goulash with potatoes! And it's also filled with Chinese spices!

There was a white-bearded old man in a shabby shirt and suspenders by the pot, and a spoon in his hand was stirring around in the pot, and there were words in his mouth:

"(Singing) There is a girl in the village named Xiaofang~~"

Leon felt that the style of the mission seemed to be a little out of order - he couldn't say why, but he just felt that something was wrong with the mission.

[To be continued]