July 24 at 19:30 p.m.

As if history were repeating itself, today another helicopter is circling over the mountains of Acre in the northwest of Raccoon City.

This time, the crew was S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, led by Captain Albert Wesker, and the mission was to search for the Bulava team that had been lost during last night's mission.

No one thought in advance that the strange murder incident, which was not complicated at first glance, would engulf a whole seven people......

The engine rumbled, the white searchlight pierced the dark forest, and Alpha Team soon spotted the Bulava Team's forced landing helicopter from the sky.

They landed at the crash site and found the mutilated body of the pilot, Kevin, but before they could figure out the situation, they were greeted by a large group of zombie dogs......

Under the crazy raid of the monster, team member Joseph was unfortunately bitten and killed by a broken throat; The pilot, Brad, ignored the shouts of his teammates in panic and took off from the helicopter without permission.

The other four people left on the ground were messy in the wind, and they panicked when they were chased by zombie dogs, and fled to the only building near the forest, the Spencer House.

Barry Burton, a weapons expert, seems to have fallen behind on the way.

In the end, the only members who arrived at the Western-style Pavilion safely were two men and one woman, captain Albert. Wesker (male), assaulter Chris Redfield (male), and bomb disposal specialist Jill Valentine (female).

But the trees want to be still, and the wind does not stop.

As soon as the three people in the hall took a breath, two banging gunshots rang out from the depths of the mansion

- Still a little frightened, Jill blurted out, "Could it be Barry?" ”

The three of them looked at each other.

There was a moment of silence.

"I'll check the situation." Chris said.

Wesker nodded, "Go ahead, Jill and I stay and inspect this area." ”

"Chris," Jill admonished with concern, "...... Be careful. ”

"Well, I will." Chris smiled back with a sunny smile.

……

in the drug storage room.

Awakened by the sudden loud barking of dogs, Lance opened his eyes suddenly, and the stars in his pupils shone brightly.

……。

The sofa she slept on was still the same sofa, but she was covered with a blanket, and Rebecca, who was lying on the bed, had disappeared without a trace.

The chair blocking the door was dragged aside, and the door was re-locked, apparently the girl had woken up and left on her own.

Sure enough, he saw Rebecca's handwritten note on the low table.

Officer Chambers' Message

Thank you very much for your help, dear Lance, if it weren't for you, I would definitely die in the cadre training center.

Not long after I woke up, while inspecting the storage of medicines, I heard Richard's call and opened the door to meet him smoothly; And we both agreed that you must be tired and paralyzed from carrying me here, so I didn't disturb your rest.

The building is said to have been built by the president of Ambrera, Mr. Ozwell. E. Spencer owned, giving a rather eerie feeling, Richard decided to investigate. Worried about the danger he would encounter if he acted alone, I chose to search with him.

Please don't worry, I'll be on my toes.

Wait here for me to come back.

- Your faithful friend. Rebecca

Fold and put away the note, Lance silently flipped his wrist and looked at his watch, the time was 7:50 p.m., in other words, he slept much longer than the two hours he had been told......

"What the hell are you doing Wilson? Why didn't you wake me up? ”

[Brother can't rely on me for this matter, I called it when it was two hours, but you told me to shut up, and by the way, turn off the snooze function. 】

"How could I do such a thing?"

[Of course you'd do that, it's easy to understand, after all, you and Rebecca were really overworked last night.]

The amount of high-intensity exercise, coupled with the fact that the spirit is always maintained in a high-pressure state, suddenly relaxes and falls asleep directly.

And by extension of your situation, it is true that she may have fainted from the impact at first, but then she may have slept too soundly. 】

Listening to Wilson's words, touching his smooth chin and thinking about it, Lance admitted that he had a point.

Feeling a little hungry... He opened his backpack and found that there was a lot less water and food, knowing that Rebecca and Richard had eaten it.

Crack open a strip of chocolate to replenish calories.

At this time, two gunshots rang out outside

Thinking that it might be Rebecca and Richard in distress, Lance picked up his backpack without much thought, and the Beretta M9 was loaded and unlocked to open the door.

"Wilson, the title helps me install it, 2 attributes are given to the reaction coordination, 3 skills LV0 first add "Physical Arts" and "Firearms", and the last one is kept for backup."

【Aye aye Captain！ 】

……

[Name: Lance]

[Race: Human/Deity]

[Status: Avatar / Human Body]

【Title: Crowbar Warrior】

[Height: 178 cm]

[Weight: 70 kg]

[Muscle strength: 12(+)]

[Reaction coordination: 12 (+)]

(5% per 1 stat added)

[Free Attribute Points: 0 ]

[Skill List——

"Swordsmanship" LV1: The ability to use the sword with dexterity.

"Left and Right Fighting" LV1: Ten years of desert island career, allowing Lance to use two hearts and minds, driving two hands to do irrelevant things at the same time; For example, draw a square with the left hand and form a circle with the right hand.

——————】

……

After being separated from his teammates, Chris. Redfield, as he walked through the quiet dining room to the west hallway, suddenly heard the sound of rattling, rattling, chewing.

Could it be those ferocious wild dogs just now!?

With a jump in his heart, he immediately raised his pistol to be on guard.

Fortunately, they arrived at the end of the corridor step by step, and two figures appeared in front of them.

The light was too dim to see, and he could only faintly see a body lying on the ground, while another person had his back to him, holding the upper part of the body and shaking his head.

The crunching and crunching sounds were incessant, and the sucking and swallowing sounds could be heard even more as Chris got closer.

But at this moment, the young Redfield police officer was not able to understand what he was seeing or hearing for a moment, and he was confronted with a situation far beyond common sense......

"Sir, sir, what are you doing?" He asked aloud.

There was no response from the man who turned his back on Chris.

Crunch, squeak, squeak.

Crunch, squeak, squeak.

Taking a deep breath, Chris was about to question again, but the person lying on the ground fell a round object, and his bones rolled to a brighter place......

It was a man's head!!

Bitten to a tattered head!?

An icy sensation rushed from the end of the spinal cord to the door of the brain.

Despite being gnawed beyond recognition, Chris still recognized from his damaged and ruined appearance as Kenneth Bush of Team Blava. J. Sullivan.

"Don't move, this is the Raccoon City Police Department!" He yelled.

Frightened and angry, Chris, Beretta M9 aimed at the body and fired as soon as the other party made the slightest move.

And then the one who turned his back to him.

Look back and smile.

Miserable white and chapped face

The corners of the mouth dripping with blood

It was a face that did not belong to the living

Zombie!!!

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