130: Chapter 130 Extremely Realistic Fear: The School Beauty Cries in Scare, the CEO Goes on a Killing Spree

Cold rain relentlessly lashed against his cheeks.

Wang Peng shuddered violently.

He looked down at himself.

His overalls had been replaced by a heavily damaged deep-blue RPD police bulletproof vest.

The basketball he always carried was gone, replaced by a heavy M9 pistol in a holster at his waist.

He turned his head to look around.

The lively six-person team was nowhere to be seen.

Only Lu Yaoguang was slumped in a dirty puddle beside him.

Her beautiful face was stained with black ash, her long dress had changed into a tactical suit, and her eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness.

The tactical radio suddenly emitted a harsh crackle of static.

"You need to rendezvous with William and Jessica as soon as possible, repeat, proceed to St. Michael Clock Tower..."

It was originally in authentic English, but after the game system's built-in real-time translation, it instantly turned into standard Chinese simultaneous interpretation.

Wang Peng swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

Had they been... forcibly separated by the game system?

He patted the holster at his waist in disbelief; the cold metallic touch told him this was no dream.

"Pengpeng... cousin..." Lu Yaoguang's voice carried a distinct tremor.

She didn't dare to stand up, just gripping the asphalt edge of the puddle with one hand while pointing forward with the other.

Wang Peng followed her finger.

Beside a burning school bus more than ten meters away, a "person" wearing a striped shirt was slowly climbing up from a pile of broken glass.

It had its back to them, its neck bent at an unnatural angle.

The scalp on the back of its head was completely missing, revealing pale white bone and thick, red-and-black muscle tissue.

It seemed to have heard them, and stiffly turned around.

It was a face that could not be described in words.

Half of its facial flesh had rotted and fallen away, exposing the wriggling gums inside.

Gray, cloudy eyes stared fixedly at them.

A low roar, like a broken bellows, emanated from deep within its throat.

This was not the somewhat rough, pixelated zombie from minecraft before.

This was a bioweapon monster where every drop of putrid fluid and every exposed blood vessel on its face was clearly visible!

"What... what the hell is this thing!!" Wang Peng's mental defenses collapsed in an instant.

He felt his bladder contract to the limit.

He scrambled up from the ground, grabbed Lu Yaoguang's arm, and used all his strength to drag her out of the puddle.

"Sister! Run!"

The zombie opened its bloody maw, dragging a twisted right leg, and lunged at them with an eerily fast speed.

Wang Peng was so scared he completely forgot he had a sidearm at his waist.

He dragged Lu Yaoguang and rushed desperately toward a dilapidated apartment building with a half-open security door at the roadside.

The two slammed open the iron gate and fell into the dark corridor.

Wang Peng kicked the door shut behind him and frantically pulled the rusty bolt.

Outside the door, hair-raising scratching and nauseating chewing sounds immediately rang out.

There were no lights on in the apartment, only a faint light source from the lightning flashing outside the window.

Lu Yaoguang leaned against the wall, her chest heaving as she panted heavily.

There was no trace of the cold, aloof school beauty of Nanda here anymore.

If she didn't know this was a game, she would have already burst into tears.

"What kind of hellish game did your brother make?" Lu Yaoguang backed away repeatedly.

Wang Peng swallowed, rummaged through the corpses on the corridor floor, and found a tactical flashlight.

The bright light flared, dispelling the darkness before them.

At the end of the corridor was a whole row of iron lockers.

This was a classic loot search point in the game.

Wang Peng steadied his nerves slightly, imitating the movements of special forces from movies, holding the flashlight with both hands, and slowly approached the lockers.

"Sister, don't be afraid. Based on my experience, there must be good stuff in the lockers ahead!"

"Watch me find some heavy firepower. Once I get a submachine gun, I'll go out and blast that monster to bits!"

His goofball nature briefly overcame his fear.

Wang Peng walked to the first rusty iron locker and reached for the handle.

He yanked it hard.

"Creak—"

The iron door sprang open.

No bullets, no first-aid spray.

A zombie wearing a janitor's uniform, along with foul-smelling black blood, lunged straight from the narrow locker toward Wang Peng's face!

Two rows of teeth, full of yellow tartar and bits of flesh, instantly magnified under the beam of the flashlight.

"Holy crap!!!"

Wang Peng let out a shrill, piercing shriek.

The flashlight fell to the ground, he didn't even draw his pistol, and he fell straight backward.

...

Just as Wang Peng encountered a classic "door jump scare".

In another district of Raccoon City.

Cold wind howled.

Su Qingxue and Chen Shuyu were teleported to the rooftop of a department store.

Under their feet was a water-logged asphalt waterproof layer.

Not far away, a lightning rod was sparking brilliantly under the strikes of lightning.

Chen Shuyu looked down at her crisp suit skirt, which had somehow changed into a tight black combat suit.

Beside her feet lay a red fire axe with a chipped handle.

Su Qingxue was wearing camouflage, her hair tied in a neat high ponytail.

She walked to the edge of the rooftop, rested her hands on the waist-high parapet, and leaned over to look downstairs.

All she saw was hell.

The streets were dense with wandering zombies.

Like worker ants, they were crazily pouncing on several terrified NPC civilians, dragging them onto car hoods and biting them frantically.

Blood stained the rainwater at the entire intersection dark red.

Su Qingxue's face was extremely pale, and her stomach churned.

Although she had extremely high stress resistance, this kind of visually impactful, realistic massacre still challenged the limits of human physiology.

But she didn't scream.

Reason quickly took over her brain under extreme pressure.

"Lu Li mentioned earlier that this is called resident evil... then these biting monsters must be highly contagious."

Su Qingxue turned around, speaking quickly and logically.

"Shuyu, this is a doomsday survival game. We are currently on a high floor, and below is full of infected monsters."

"The goal is clear: we need to find weapons, search for a safe passage downstairs, and defend against attacks from those things."

Chen Shuyu looked at her best friend who had entered "boss" mode in a second, and the trace of panic in her heart miraculously subsided.

She bent down, gripped the heavy fire axe, and skillfully weighed it in her hand.

The once decisive general manager's secretary, later the CEO of the Robot Company, had her inner ferocity fully ignited at this moment.

"I'll listen to you, Qingxue. No matter what kind of monster this is, if they dare to block the way, I'll split their heads open."

The two stunning beauties looked at each other in the wind and rain.

With the hardcore aura of powerful women, they kicked open the iron door leading to the rooftop electrical room.

...

At this very moment.

At an underground safe house spawn point very far from the center of Raccoon City.

The lights here were bright, with no threat of monsters.

Yang Yueru was curiously touching the various shotgun and assault rifle models hanging on the wall.

Lu Li was sitting sprawl-legged on the leather sofa in the safe house.

In front of him, a golden GM backend control panel that only he could see was floating.

The 3D radar map of the entire Raccoon City was in full view.

Red dots were dense—those were thousands of zombies and various mutants.

And the green dots represented the teammates' locations.

Lu Li glanced at the area where Su Qingxue was.

Seeing the green dots representing her and Chen Shuyu steadily advancing into the building, with stable vital signs, he stroked his chin with satisfaction.

"As expected of my wife, this psychological quality is much stronger than that noisy fatty."

He shifted his gaze to the other side of the map.

The green dot representing Wang Peng was flashing wildly, and the heart rate monitoring data showed his blood pressure had soared to a dangerous critical value.

"Cousin, you seem very familiar with this place?"

Yang Yueru turned back, her large, bright eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Lu Li.

Just now, Lu Li only took one look at the combination lock on the wall and entered the six-digit password to open the armory door.

This omniscient and omnipotent posture gave her a sense of safety that was bursting at the seams.

But in fact, the password for this armory required a lot of plot points to obtain.

Lu Li smiled, casually took a Winchester shotgun from the weapon rack, loaded it with one hand, his movements fluid and smooth.

"This is a world created by your cousin."

He stood up, a trace of fanatical ambition flashing in his eyes.

"Yueru, the kind of shambling monsters you see now are just the lowest-level grunts."

"Wait until they explore the sewers and the Hive laboratory."

"I will let them see what it means to be a Licker that can crawl on the ceiling, what it means to be a Tyrant that is over two meters tall and impervious to blades and guns."

"Even the ultimate mutant that, after being infected, has its skull split into a petal shape and can swallow a human head in one bite."

Lu Li pushed open the rolling shutter of the safe house.

Thunder from the outside rolled in.

He knew that when this game, combined with the Virtual Helmet, was officially pushed to internet cafes and ordinary players around the world.

Guanghui Technology.

Would completely overturn the entertainment industry era of the entire Blue Star!