131: Chapter 131: The rescue has arrived, but it turns out to be the BOSS?

Wang Peng was heavily tackled by the face-hugging zombie onto the cold, damp tiles of the apartment corridor.

The stench of decay, so intense it was nauseating, kept drilling into his nostrils, mixed with the fishy smell of rotting flesh and blood, almost making him vomit up his lunch on the spot.

The zombie's pale eyeballs were inches away; in its murky pupils, there was no emotion belonging to a human, only the most primal greed for flesh and blood.

Its teeth, covered in bits of flesh, opened wide, dripping with thick saliva, and it looked like it was about to bite into his thick neck!

"Ahhhhhh, help!"

Wang Peng's survival instinct overwhelmed everything; he closed his eyes and let out the most piercing scream of his life.

At the critical moment.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot exploded in the narrow corridor, the echo making people's eardrums ache.

The weight pressing down on Wang Peng suddenly lightened.

He opened his eyes, still shaken, only to see the zombie's head, like a watermelon smashed by a hammer, with red and white matter mixed with black blood plasma plastered all over the ceiling.

The headless corpse twitched and thrashed twice, seemingly still wanting to complete its final biting motion.

"Bang!"

Another shot.

This shot directly blew apart the zombie's cervical spine, completely ending its ability to move.

Wang Peng turned his head with difficulty.

He saw Lu Yaoguang gripping an M9 pistol tightly with both hands, her arms still shaking from the recoil, and her usually whimsical, pretty face was now filled with paleness and lingering fear.

Apparently, it was she who had fired the shot to save him.

Wang Peng scrambled up from the ground, patting his chest while still shaken, his heart thumping as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

Immediately, he seemed to realize that his performance just now was too embarrassing, especially in front of his cousin.

He cleared his throat, forcibly straightened his back, and put on an indifferent look.

"Ahem! This... this zombie is too insidious, it ambushed me! Otherwise, I would have kicked it flying with one foot!"

Lu Yaoguang didn't have the energy to bicker with him; her legs just went weak, and she slid down against the wall to sit on the floor, gasping for air.

This experience gave them a bloody lesson.

The two did not dare to be careless again and began to cautiously check their equipment.

A pistol, a tactical knife at their waist that was better than nothing, and a spare magazine.

Bullets were likely the most precious resource in the current apocalypse.

The two moved one after the other, holding their guns, cautiously groping through the apartment building, scavenging some medical sprays and a few scattered bullets; the reality of survival pressed down on them, making them almost unable to breathe.

...

Meanwhile, the scene shifted a few blocks away.

Su Qingxue and Chen Shuyu's experience, however, was a different sight.

"Qingxue, to the left! Three of them!"

Chen Shuyu gave a low shout, the fire axe in her hand carving a sharp red arc in the air, forcefully and heavily hacking a lunging zombie straight to the ground!

The axe blade was deeply embedded in the zombie's skull; without the slightest hesitation, she kicked the corpse and pulled the axe out, her movements crisp and clean, full of violent aesthetics.

As for Su Qingxue, she displayed calmness and tactical literacy beyond that of ordinary people.

The TMP submachine gun in her hand seemed to have become an extension of her arm.

Facing the three zombies surging from the side alley, she didn't retreat but advanced, performing a smooth slide under the zombies' crotches, her body twisting in mid-air as the muzzle spat out deadly flames.

"Rat-tat-tat!"

Short and precise bursts; three bullets, all hitting the zombies' skulls.

The entire movement was smooth as flowing water, just like a heroine in a Hollywood action blockbuster.

That real sensation of bullets tearing through rotting flesh, the subtle vibration brought by the firearm firing, and the pleasure of adrenaline rapidly surging in their blood vessels completely captivated these two businesswomen who dominated the corporate world.

"Awesome!"

Chen Shuyu chopped a zombie's head so that it flew into the sky with one axe strike, unable to help but swear.

This was even more thrilling than signing a multi-billion dollar contract!

The application of the physics engine in this game had reached an outrageous level.

Any action they could perform was perfectly recognized by the system and generated real physical interaction with the surrounding environment.

Kick open a door, and the door would present different shattering effects based on the angle and force of your exertion.

Blast open a fire hydrant, and the gushing water would realistically affect the ground's friction, even being able to knock over some slow-moving zombies.

This was no longer a game.

This was another... real world!

...

Compared to the other two teams.

In a secluded alley outside the mall.

Lu Li, to avoid breaking the game's balance, consciously put back the rocket launcher and grenade launcher from the weapon arsenal.

He glanced at the Vulcan Gatling gun again with reluctance; honestly, he really wanted to hold that Gatling gun and experience the feeling of the muscles on his cheeks trembling while firing.

However, this kind of balance-breaking heavy firepower severely violated his original intention of designing a survival horror game.

Especially using such heavy weapons in just the first scene would result in a poor gaming experience.

He chose a Winchester M1887 lever-action shotgun for himself and Yang Yueru each.

This was a classic weapon in countless gunfight games from his past life.

"Bang!"

Lu Li held the gun with one hand, flicking his wrist stylishly, and the hot shell ejected from the chamber.

A zombie ten meters ahead had its entire upper body blasted to shreds, flying backward to hit the wall and turning into a puddle of blurred flesh.

One shot, one kill; clean and neat.

"Cousin, it seems we are... Umbrella Corporation combat personnel?"

Yang Yueru followed behind Lu Li, curiously observing this dilapidated city while looking at the information on the mission panel.

The mission prompted them to search for survivors in this city.

Lu Li smiled: "A company that turned the city into hell, sending people in to search for survivors—don't you find that ironic?"

During the advancement, they encountered several dying NPC mercenaries.

Some of those people had already lost their minds, while others, before dying, told them intermittently that they were all just pawns used by Umbrella Corporation to test biochemical weapons.

These NPCs driven by advanced AI had expressions, tones, and micro-movements so realistic that one couldn't tell virtual from reality at all.

As the plot deepened, a huge and dark conspiracy gradually unfolded before everyone.

...

"Qingxue, we met an NPC named Jill!"

Chen Shuyu's voice sounded in the team voice channel, carrying a trace of excitement and shock.

"Her AI is too high! She thought we were bad guys and kept testing us; I explained to her for ages before she believed that we were also kept in the dark!"

On a street blocked by abandoned police cars, Su Qingxue and Chen Shuyu successfully rendezvoused with the key character in the game, Jill Valentine.

This short-haired policewoman, wearing a blue tube top and a black miniskirt, only let the vigilance in her eyes fade away after discovering that Su Qingxue and her companion seemed to have seen through Umbrella Corporation's conspiracy and only wanted to rendezvous with their teammates.

"The Clock Tower, St. Michael's Clock Tower is the highest building nearby and also one of the emergency evacuation points."

Jill looked at the map and said decisively.

"I will help you; let's go there together, hoping to find other survivors."

Under the guidance of the NPC, the three teams crossed half the ruins of Raccoon City and finally successfully rendezvoused under the ancient clock tower at dusk.

"Brother!"

"Cousin!"

Seeing Lu Li's figure, Wang Peng and Lu Yaoguang rushed over, almost crying.

After a brief rest, everyone worked together to turn on the huge searchlight at the top of the clock tower; the blazing white beam of light pierced through the gloomy clouds, sending a distress signal towards the sky.

Not long after.

"Woo-woo-woo—"

The roar of a helicopter approached from afar.

Everyone's faces showed joy, thinking that the rescue had finally arrived.

However, the helicopter with the Umbrella logo just circled over the clock tower once, and then, a huge metal cargo container was dropped from the sky, smashing heavily onto the square in front of the clock tower.

"Boom!"

The cargo container fell apart.

A terrifying figure, over two meters tall and like an iron tower, slowly stood up from the broken metal.

It was wearing a tattered leather trench coat, with a dirty burlap sack over its head, the sack studded with rusty nails, revealing only one eye flashing with inhuman, vicious light.

And in its hand, it dragged a giant iron hammer that was taller than a person and stained with dark red blood!

A suffocating sense of oppression instantly enveloped everyone.