132: Chapter 132 My wife has amazing athletic talent!

"Th-this... what the hell kind of monster is this?!" Wang Peng's voice was trembling.

Chen Shuyu was so angry that her pretty face turned beet red. She pointed at the helicopter in the sky and cursed, "This bullshit Umbrella Corporation is completely insane! Do they really treat human lives as anything at all?!"

A playful curve tugged at the corner of Lu Li's mouth.

That's right, the Umbrella Corporation is exactly like this.

In porting the game to the Virtual Reality version this time, Lu Li had slightly modified the plot, but the general background and the entire storyline remained unchanged.

He watched the figure slowly walking toward the group and softly uttered its name.

"Welcome to the real resident evil."

"Everyone, let me introduce to you the Umbrella Corporation's ultimate biological weapon—"

"The Tyrant."

This display of omniscience, treating even ultimate secrets as nothing, landed in Jill's eyes.

This elite policewoman, who had seen life and death many times, felt a violent shock in her heart.

She stared fixedly at the Eastern man before her.

The pride she originally held as a key character in the plot was completely shattered.

In its place was an extreme sense of awe, as if facing a god.

Who exactly was this man?

Why was even the most unfathomable secret in this post-apocalyptic world just a casual introduction in his mouth?

It was as contemptuous as if he were introducing an NPC in a movie.

As for thinking Lu Li was an enemy? Jill wouldn't think that way.

After all, having fought side-by-side with Su Qingxue a few times, she had a high level of trust in Su Qingxue.

However, there was no time left for her to think.

The monster known as the Tyrant had already taken heavy strides.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Every step felt like a battering ram striking the group's chests, and the slippery ground of the plaza trembled slightly with each one.

That oppressive feeling, purely condensed from strength and murderous intent, rushed toward them like a tangible tide, causing everyone's breath to hitch.

"Everyone spread out! Attack its head! That's the only weak point!" Jill was an elite who had been through many battles, and she immediately issued the order in a rasping voice.

"I'll draw its attention!"

Wang Peng, that kid, didn't know where he got the courage—perhaps his goofy nature overpowered his fear—he let out a roar, raised the TMP in his hands, and fired several shots at the Tyrant's sack-like head!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Orange flames burst from the muzzle, and a hail of bullets slammed hard into the Tyrant's face.

However, the monster only swayed, not even taking a single step back.

It slowly, slowly turned its head, and that single exposed eye, flickering with inhuman ferocity, locked onto Wang Peng.

A chill, like being targeted by an apex predator, shot straight up Wang Peng's spine to his crown.

"Holy shit! It doesn't even die from that?!"

Wang Peng let out a strange cry and turned to run.

But it was already too late.

The Tyrant's speed was completely disproportionate to its massive size, and with one stride, it rushed in front of Wang Peng.

That giant iron hammer, wider than a door panel, carried a screech that tore through the air as it smashed down on Wang Peng's head!

Wang Peng only saw his vision completely swallowed by a huge shadow, and then, the whole world spun around.

"Squelch—"

A dull sound that set one's teeth on edge.

In the shocked gazes of the group, Wang Peng, along with the equipment on his body, was smashed directly into a… meat patty by that hammer.

Data streams collapsed in an instant.

In the villa's living room, Wang Peng bolted up from the sofa, ripped off his helmet, his face pale as paper, and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Ahhhh! I died! I got smashed flat! My face! Is my face still there?"

He rubbed his face frantically with both hands, his terrified appearance causing the girls nearby to stare in a daze.

Lu Li also slowly took off his helmet and took a sip of tea.

"How does it feel?"

"How does it feel? It feels like a fully loaded dump truck just ran over my face! Bro! This is too realistic! I almost thought I was really gone!" the little fatty shouted with lingering fear, his voice even carrying a sob.

Although Lu Li had set the pain threshold at an extremely low 5%, the sensory shock of being crushed by immense force still left a huge psychological shadow on Wang Peng.

It seems that during the public beta, the default pain threshold must be adjusted to 1%, and mandatory mental health prompts must be added.

Lu Li silently noted this down.

In the game world.

Wang Peng's "death" and Lu Li's exit from the game cast a shadow over the hearts of the remaining people.

They tried their best, pouring all their bullets into the Tyrant, but with little effect.

In the end, when they were out of ammunition and food, Yang Yueru was grabbed by the Tyrant and crushed to death while covering Su Qingxue and Chen Shuyu's retreat.

Although they finally managed to kill the Tyrant by having Jill detonate the tanker truck in the plaza, the price paid was too heavy.

The game settlement screen popped up.

[Boss battle won! But squad members suffered heavy losses, Rating: C]

[Please select the follow-up mode:]

[1. Revive teammates and continue the plot (Game points will be significantly reduced).]

[2. Continue the plot with the current personnel configuration (Fallen teammates will permanently disappear in this save).]

[3. Revive everyone and rechallenge the Boss battle.]

This novel setting left everyone stunned.

"You can play like this?" Chen Shuyu murmured. The permanent death setting undoubtedly added huge immersion and difficulty to the game.

"Choose three!" Lu Li's voice rang out in the team channel. He had logged back in at some point, and he was actually still idling on the clock tower, having not died.

"This is just the beginning. If you can't pass the first Boss without losses, it will be even harder later."

He said calmly.

The few of them looked at each other and, of course, listened to Lu Li, choosing to rechallenge.

A white light flashed, and they returned once again to the moment the Tyrant stood up from the cargo container.