"Are you still worried about the investigation and punishment of the headquarters of the umbrella company?"

Carlo walked into the bright and clean laboratory, glanced at Yoshida, who was full of sake in front of him, and threw Clark and Ralph on the ground, looking as if he was discarding two pieces of garbage.

"You have no idea how terrible they really are.." Yoshida's eyes were red, he was covered in alcohol, and his face was full of fear and irritation, "If I could choose again, I would rather die at your hands."

"Huh.." Carlo laughed meaningfully, as if he didn't care, he didn't dwell on this topic with Yoshida, but instead said, "Come and see, what good things I brought you?"

Yoshida finally temporarily withdrew himself from his frustration and remorse, his gaze moved to the two people on the ground, his pupils contracted, and he whispered, "Are those two capable people?!"

Carlo crouched down and pulled the bodies of the two of them at will, and the muscles of his arms that had been thick and solid were now hanging on the ground like noodles.

"That's all good material for experiments, Doctor?"

"You madman!" muttered Yoshida, but he couldn't wait to run over, pressing and rubbing on the two of them with his eyes shining like a man seeing a beautiful woman.

"The ability to do it, and it's the ability to strengthen the body, it's perfect."

Yoshida carefully chosen, hesitated, and then struggled to grab one of Ralph's arms and walk in, the latter's exaggerated weight was a challenge for him.

Carlo grinned, he had already probed before, Ralph and Clark's bodies should have been trained by some kind of secret method, plus the stimulation of special medicines, and their quality in all aspects was more than three times that of ordinary people, and it was not an exaggeration to call them superhuman.

If you add the modification of the "T-virus", it will be very interesting.

But then again, Tokyo, the Fury Team... If that's the case, then there must be that group of people too.

Carlo smiled brighter and brighter.

The sudden outbreak of a strange virus is comparable to a disaster, countless people turned into cannibal monsters in a few seconds, mercilessly killing their relatives and friends around them, and the whole of Tokyo fell almost in an hour, and the disaster is still spreading outward, and even radiating to the world through various means such as planes and ferries.

A speakeasy somewhere in Tokyo, lights, alcohol, drugs, sensuality... There was a smell of depravity and decay everywhere, and young men and women swayed their bodies wildly on the dance floor.

A band stands on a platform in the middle of the dance floor, the short-haired, bronzed bassist almost frantic and pulls a saw-like shrill sound under his hands, the red-haired keyboardist has a nervous grace with his head hanging down and his fingers jumping on the keys like an electric convulsion, and the docile young lead singer has a bright smile on his face and a high-pitched and sharp tone from his mouth.

These roaring and noisy sounds converged and could almost puncture people's eardrums, but people in this dreary environment didn't care, and even twisted their waists even more wildly.

"Click", because of the excessive force, someone's neck folded to the back of the head, like a puppet with a broken thread, fell to the ground without saying a word, was trampled by countless pairs of shoes, turned into meat sauce, the smell of blood permeated; slowly some people began to vomit, first the alcohol in the stomach, filth, then blood, internal organs, their eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding, but as if they were not aware, their bodies were still swaying with the music.

All men and women are like puppets dominated by music, not knowing pain and feeling nothing, and falling into a strange wild dance.

The movements of the three people on the stage are becoming more and more exaggerated, the white-haired bass is laughing wildly, and the smile on the face of the lead singer is getting bigger and bigger, and they seem to enjoy this feeling, which belongs to their "death concert".

Just as the music was at its peak, there was a loud bang at the door of the bar, the thick door was shattered, and countless zombies with red eyes and distorted movements broke in, pounced into the crowd and began to munch.

The music suddenly stopped, and then suddenly exploded even louder, and the lead singer "giggled" and seemed to be even more excited.

The crazy bar became a slaughterhouse, with blood flowing and choking blood, and the pompous lights adding to the madness.

The band was still playing, and the sound became distorted and terrifying, and the faces of the zombies who were burying their heads and the people who were unconsciously swinging their bodies showed a look of pain, "bang", the first head exploded, then the second, the third...

The lead singer boy and the white-haired bassist began to jump off the stage, shuttling through the crowd, the air warmed up, the blazing breath spread, the invisible flames scorched everything, and the flesh and blood were scorched...

The red-haired woman also stood up, blue lightning escaping from her fingertips, and she was running around like a snake.

An extremely crazy feast, the music finally slowly subsided, and the lead singer boy closed his mouth and bowed deeply to the corpses all over the ground.

Singing curtain call.

"Bang bang.."

Suddenly there was a crisp sound of footsteps in the quiet field, and the three members of the band broke away from their extreme excitement and turned their heads sharply to see a young man in a suit walking towards them.

"The Band of Hell?"

The young man closed his eyes, but his face was full of smiles, and he clapped his hands and praised without hesitation: "What a very good song."

A hint of disgust flashed on the white-haired bass player's face, and he didn't see any movement, and the whole person had already pounced like a fierce beast, with a scorched and blazing aura, sliding a scorched black mark on the ground.

The white-haired bass player went berserk and attacked the stranger with every part of his body, each blow powerful enough to blow a car up.

"Whoosh", a dazzling electric light lit up in the dimness, and the red-haired woman also joined in, she and the bass player went up and down, the attack was sharp and crazy, but the cooperation was very tacit.

The movements of the two continued to increase, and in the end they almost turned into two phantoms, surrounding the young man.

A minute later, the two of them stopped at the same time, flew back, and stood beside the lead singer boy, gasping slightly, and a thick white gas steamed up from the top of their heads and shoulders, the temperature was frighteningly high, obviously a lot of consumption.

The cruel and bloodthirsty eyes of the two suddenly froze, and they became shocked and inexplicable, only to see that the stranger who had just been attacked by their round of stormy attacks did not even wrinkle the corners of his clothes, and still had a relaxed and casual smile, as if nothing had happened.

The young man who was faintly the lead singer of the three people's minds also retracted the smile on his face a little bit, his eyes became cold and jealous, and a clear voice came out of his mouth: "So, the fans who came from afar, can they tell you your true identity?"

A strange and playful smile suddenly appeared on the young man's face, and his closed eyes slowly opened, and among them were two bottomless black holes.

His voice came from the abyss, "I'm here to save you, poor snake."