Raccoon City, the company's biochemical epidemic prevention headquarters.

It is a makeshift camp set up outside the wall, consisting of a dozen white tents, just a few hundred meters from the entrance and exit of the Black Gate Bridge.

At night, the place is lit up.

In the tent, countless white coats were busy nervously and orderly, busy receiving various samples, and then genetic analysis, classification, archiving, and then putting forward the idea of interference transformation and applying for project approval......

When researchers are busy, it is naturally even less likely that the company's armed team will be idle.

These mercenaries, dressed in uniform black combat uniforms, come from different systems of the company, including legal security personnel, and many ruthless characters who specialize in doing dirty work for the company.

However, whatever the rules of conduct of these mercenaries in the past, they are destined to break the bottom line tonight.

Big scene!

Before that, no company in the world had dared to fence off an entire city, and Ambrera did just that.

The high-level explanation for this is biochemical isolation, humanitarian aid, and help raccoon citizens......

Hehe, it's okay to deceive outsiders, but it definitely can't deceive mercenaries who have more or less come into contact with the dark side of the company.

Help the raccoon citizens?

If this is the case, why did the rescue team not be dispatched until the peak of the outbreak, allowing the city to be chaotic until it was finally completely isolated?

So, quarantine is the point!

At this moment, the chaos and carnage in Raccoon City have reached their peak, and all kinds of screams, screams, gunfires and explosions are constantly heard from almost every corner of the city, but as time goes by, the gunshots gradually become quieter.

Because at this time, nearly half of the hundreds of thousands of citizens have been transformed into terrifying zombies, and they are chasing the living flesh like a tide, unstoppable.

Ambrera had previously dispatched more than a dozen teams and hundreds of armed teams, however, these powerful armed teams, comparable to regular special forces, had fallen into the sand one after another, and they were all trapped in it, like sparrows caught in the spider webs of bird hunting, struggling with all their might, waiting for rescue in anxiety and despair.

For these low-level employees of the company, on the surface, Ambrera did not give up on them, but the person in charge behaved like an idiot, and stingily adopted the wrong tactics of adding oil, which eventually led to this result, and everyone went and never returned.

At this time, most of the mercenaries who remained in the camp were so sorry that they had lost their confidence, and in their position, they could not imagine any other way to prevent this incident.

Despite this, these people have long been accustomed to licking blood from the knife edge, accustomed to obeying orders, as long as the company's top management does not give the stupid order of 'holding the grenade to die together', they dare to do the most dangerous work.

Yes, even if a terrifying demon king suddenly ran out of hell, as long as there was an order, they would dare to go to the front with a gun!

However, imagination and reality are not the same after all.

That's what the mercenaries think when they're doing psychological construction, but when they actually run into the expected horror lord...... Although he did not run away and beg for mercy, he had long lost his desire to resist, and only a deep sense of powerlessness remained.

Carlos at this time.

Unbeknownst to him, in a certain version of the story, he had already been sent into the city on a mission, experiencing nine deaths and even contracting the virus.

If Carlos knew, he would rather be like that than face the horrors of the present.

Yes, I'd rather face those flesh eaters!

......

Three minutes earlier, Carlos had been patrolling the camp, teaming up with two of his companions and working with the same dozen or so squads to do cross-guarding.

Then, he saw a ball of light.

Woo!!

In the sudden explosion of the terrible sound of breaking the air, an elliptical light cluster about three meters in diameter 'flew' from outside the camp!

It's incredibly fast!

In just one second, the distance of tens of meters has been broken!

Before most of the mercenaries could react, they clinged to the ground and rumbled over like a rolling mine, plowing the ground into a broken ravine!

This was beyond the limits of human reactions, and Carlos would never have seen it all if he hadn't just turned his gaze that way.

However, it was precisely because he saw it clearly that this iron-blooded mercenary felt deep despair.

In his eyes, after the inexplicable light burst into the camp, it crashed directly into the tent of the research department located in the center of the camp, and then, it stopped for about a second.

However, it is only for this second.

When the screams sounded again, the demon king from hell finally bared his fangs and showed the world his terrifying side.

Carlos felt a palpitation at that time, and the biological instinct was frantically alarming the subjective mind!

This feeling is more deadly and more naked than the feeling of facing rocket aiming!

Carlos instantly stiffened and sweated like rain, he decisively followed his instincts, fell directly to the ground, and finally escaped for the time being.

He did it wisely, letting him go for the time being as the unidentified light flew by, and the mercenaries who were standing, whether they were standing still or trying to raise their guns to aim...... They were all dead.

Half of the head was cut off......

The neck becomes two-segmented;

severed hands and feet;

Chest cavity bursting......

Some people started from the right shoulder and were drawn diagonally downward......

Under Carlos's frightened gaze, the man froze in place, his body slowly splitting into two unrelated diagonal slices, slowly intertwining......

oh my god！

oh ！my ！god！！！

What the hell is this?!

In less than ten seconds, the ball of light bounced back and forth in the camp like a disordered quantum, creating boundless slaughter.

When all this stopped, there were almost no people standing in the camp, corpses were strewn all over the field, and huge amounts of blood and bodily fluids were splattered all over the camp.

The light finally stopped, and the cold light was restrained, revealing the figure inside.

...... What the!

Is this actually a person?

"No, it's not really ......"

Carlos shook his head, refusing to accept reality.

Covered with sweat, he thought that he was hallucinating, so he quickly wiped it with his hand and looked at it again.

Under the lights, it was a 'young man' in his twenties, with an Asian face, short-sleeved shirt-jeans, and only a bulletproof vest on his upper body.

Vest?

This bulletproof vest made Carlos realize something, and he wanted to pick up the gun and throw it off......

However, he didn't dare to do so.

......

Yes, you don't need to explain it to know that the light is Zhang Qian.

As planned, he came.

Why is it in the form of a ball of light?

The reason is very simple, this is just an illusion, just because he is struggling to wave the long knife in his hand, and the knife is as bright as a wheel, which makes people have an illusion about it.

This is not an exaggeration.

With Zhang's current realm, the internal force and muscle power exploded together, holding a long knife in his hand, and under the acceleration of the moment, the tip of the knife was already close to the speed of sound!

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