This fic has Jill and Carlos drops in the back~~
I'll cut a snippet first:
27, Stormhammer
After surviving the explosion, Leon and Jill didn't dare to tarry in this place of wrongdoing and left immediately.
Ten minutes later, the two arrived at another scene.
Jill pulled out the newly arrived key and poked open a green door that Lyon had found earlier.
Inside was what appeared to be a photography studio, a few photography lamps were askew on the floor, and there were three oil and gas lamps on one side of the room in opposite corners, and a painting on the other.
Leon spared a glance in front of the painting.
The painting was of a dwarf with a rugged beard, a hammer in one hand and an axe in the other, swinging at a group of inhuman monsters.
"Haha!" Leon suddenly burst out laughing.
"Laughing at what?" Jill said.
"The dwarf's beard is actually braided into a twist, haha!" Leon bent over in laughter, "Minion vs. blood walker! Haha!"
Jill shook her head, "You're not funny with that sneer."
Instead, she noticed a small line on the painting, "Word of the King of the Hill: correctly light the oil lamp that illuminates the journey before the Stormhammer flies." A moment's thought brought understanding to her mind.
"Leon, come here."
The two came to the three oil lamps. "Use your lighter to light them."
Leon lit them as ordered, but the portraits were unresponsive.
"Holy shit, is this dead dwarf cheating?" Lyon said in displeasure.
"Try it in a different order, by center, right, and left." Gil, standing behind him, was calmer.
"Barf." After the three lamps were lit, a sound was heard from across the room at the portrait, which seemed to have touched some sort of mechanism.
"Swish ~~~~" A white light flashed.
Jill saw the situation, busy head down, that warhammer will be toward Leon's brain whistled ......
28, Carlos
Leon covered the big bag on the brain and Gil came to the interrogation room, there is a strange key, as chess, Leon just picked up, suddenly the magic window cracked with a bang and a licker burst in!
Leon brought up the compound and shot it, but missed, and Jill's pistol didn't do much for it either.
The licker's long tongue flew out, and as it looked to hit Jill, "Snap!" A hand snagged the tongue in the air!
A roar of M4s followed, and the licker quickly came to rest, and violently another licker jumped from across the room, but the man was quick to see it, and turned back with a rifle grenade, blasting through its head.
"Is everything alright?" The man said.
Jill looked at the man somewhat dumbfounded: a head of black hair, a rigid and unruly wild hybrid face, a solidly muscled body, resisting the M4, and although he didn't pose specifically, his bones were dashing.
"Thanks for saving me." Jill smiled. "My name is Jill."
"Ah, I'm Carlos, a mercenary, huh?" Carlos graciously extended his hand to greet her, then said bashfully, "Since we're all trying to escape, let's hit the road together, I was just heading for the back door."
"And we're going to the bell tower to break down the door with a hammer!" Lyon was not happy about this halfway house.
"Here's the hammer, I'm not going." Jill threw the hammer dryly, narrowly missing Lyon's foot.
"What are you doing, at least you've been through trouble together, why did you change your face in the blink of an eye?" Lyon said irritably.
"It's simple, because you have no merit." Jill hit the nail on the head. "Extra insecure with you."
(I hope you'll continue to support this, it gets even better later!)
(Don't worry, we'll explain why Leon is such a wimp, there's a reason for that)
29. Advantages
"I'm pretty good at it too!" Lyon said in displeasure.
"What are your virtues, tell me?" Jill gave him a blank look.
"Like ......," Leon tossed his hair, "Don't you think I'm handsome?"
Carlos rolled up his sleeve with one hand and said, "I'm better looking than you!" Only to see a tattoo on it, "Handsome men only!"
Jill said with wide eyes, "Wow~~ What a personalized tattoo."
Leon stammered unconvincingly, "What's wrong with that, I used to have a crayon tattoo in elementary school! Don't believe me? I'll show you guys with my pants down!"
"You have to be convincing if you can't beat them," Jill laughed, then said to Carlos, "I'll go with you."
Carlos jerked his chin at Leon triumphantly and turned away with Jill.
Leon felt his teenage heart go 'boom' and shatter.
"How can friendship in times of trouble be less important than a tattoo?" He didn't understand, "I don't know how many underage girls can be charmed to death by a beautiful man with substance like me, even if you treat me as a decoration, it's still a superb product."
"Aren't there any women who love me?!" Leon roared sadly.
"I ~love~ you~ yah! ~"A female zombie lunged at him like a hungry tiger with her arms open in a fierce hug.
"Die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die!!!"
35, Gil Carlos Extra A
Gil and Carlos were now arriving in a building outside the train station, where on the 2nd floor, in addition to some clutter, there was a color television. The two were searching the room for any clues they could use when suddenly the TV turned on automatically.
"What's going on?" Jill queried.
"It seems to be timed to turn on." Carlos pointed to the remote on the table, the set button on it showed that this TV was set for a time.
"It must be the start of a TV program that the owner of this place likes to watch." Jill speculated.
"Look-" Carlos said, pointing to the screen, which began to show the English version of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, right up to the scene where Liu Bei enters Sichuan and recovers Ma Chao.
On the screen appeared a guy with snow-white skin and two ears hanging over his shoulders, who was the titular Liu Huangshi, only to see him greet an angry black-bearded man and say, "Two brother, what are you want to du?"
The black-bearded man was none other than Zhang Fei, only to see him turn back to Liu Bei and say, "Elder brother (大哥), I want kill ma chao (我要杀马超)!"
Liu Bei waved his hands: "NO, NO, NO......"
Zhang Fei at this time can no longer hold back, thud a sound kneeling in front of Liu Bei: "Big brother, please do not say foreign language, I am really I really don't understand ......"
Liu Bei tearfully helped him up, "Brother, I'm not ah, this one line are saying 7 letters wrong."
Zhang Fei said, "Then why do we have to say foreign language"
Liu Bei sighed, "For the sake of spoofing the need ah ...... You see, brother, it is this group of people in order to want to see us make a fool of ourselves, the director only let the speak foreign language - ho, (pointing to you all in front of the camera) look at the gang to the beautiful!!!"
Outside the camp, Ma Chao came to challenge according to the plot, only to see him flip open the script, memorize it silently for a few moments, and then raise his middle finger towards Liu Bei, roaring in a dignified manner, "LIU BEII, I FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
All the minions under his command roared in unison, "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!!!"
"Good talent," Liu Bei praised in a reactive manner, "It's rare to be able to speak a sentence of foreign language in such a staccato manner! It is indeed Jin Ma Chao!"
"Big brother, he cursed you!!!" Zhang Fei heard it all.
"Ah!?" Liu Bei just reacted, jumping to his feet and cursing, "Second brother, fuck his grandmother!"
Zhang Fei agreed and was about to go into battle when Liu Bei handed over a bowl of strong wine and said, "Drink this bowl and wish your brother success!"
Zhang Fei tilted his head back and drank it all in one go, lifting his spear and straddling his horse.
The two men fought for only one round, and Zhang Fei was captured.
"Good second brother ah, only one round to take down Ma Chao!" Liu Bei's eyes were not very good.
"My lord, the one captured is General Zhang!" A pawn said.
"Huh?" Liu Bei was shocked, and after a moment, as if remembering something, he lost his voice and cried.
"My Lord, why are you so sad?" The people all came up to console him.
"Aiya aiya aiya, the second brother was captured all blame me ah, all blame me ~~~~," Liu Bei pounded his chest and said, "That bowl of wine forgot to water it down!!!"
The crowd fell to the ground.
......
Carlos and Jill stared dumbfounded at the screen not a word left to say.
"This one's The Three Kingdoms?" Carlos wondered, he had seen the play before as a mercenary in Asia, "Why is it different from what I've seen?"
"That's why it's called the English version!" Gil said.
"I see."
"Change the channel and see." Jill picked up the remote and switched to one that was playing a new version of Journey to the West.
The two men were thunderstruck by the styling in it when they heard a strange noise behind them, and when they turned around, they saw the tracker standing behind them, staring straight at the screen with a strange expression on his face, breathing hard.
The two men raised their guns and were about to kill each other when they heard a "plop" sound and the tracker fell to the ground, spitting blood.
"Don't watch this," said Jill, turning off the TV in horror, "it's too graphic! Let's get out of here!"
53, Names
"Yoshi, keep up! " Carlos made sure a section of the aisle was safe and waved at Gil, who was in charge of covering him from behind.
"Don't keep calling Yoshi Yoshi, I'm not the lucky three. "Gil resented the title,
"Then I'll call you Little Gil ...... Why does that title sound a little awkward. "Carlos did enjoy the bitter-sweetness, "By the way, did you know that your name if pronounced backwards is -Erge- headphones! Hahaha! "
"Fuck you! "
Carlos was oblivious and still posing, "Jill, did you know there was a writer named Gorky? "
"I know. "
"His name, when pronounced backwards, is - Chicken? Gore? High! Hahaha! "
"Carlos! " Jill gave him a hard chestnut, "You're so vulgar, our game may be violent, but its nature is anti-violence and anti-vulgarity! And you go around being vulgar! "
"Is it that bad ......" Carlos was sweating a little.
"Remember, you're not just a famous Resident Evil warrior, you're an anti-violence warrior, an anti-vulgarity warrior! "Jill righteously said, "Fight hard for the liberation of the vast number of people around the world who are oppressed by tripe!"
"Sister Child, you, you've listened to too much Guo De Zhan ......," said Carlos, already dumbfounded.
"Hmph, you don't want to hold on to that mentality, in this world, people who are too vulgar are bumping into walls all over the place."
"Che~~" Carlos was unimpressed.
As they spoke, the two arrived outside the station, where the iron gates were firmly closed, and there was a super-smart authentication ID machine off to the side, with three small screens numbered A, B, and C on it.
The three screens together displayed "Woman, name"
Jill said, "Jill!"
A: "Not bad"
B: "OK"
C: "Pass"
Then it showed: "Man, name"
"Carlos!"
A: "Cheesy!"
B: "Vulgar! "
C: "Vulgar!"
Displayed together, "Vulgarians, forbidden to pass!"
Carlos swoons, "Where's the tripe in that name!"
Jill was busy, "His real name is Whiskers!"
A: "Whiskers!"
B: "Cool enough!"
C: "Handsome!"
Displayed together, "Verification is over, you can pass!"
The door opens, and the two dodge in.
Ten minutes later, the tracker arrives.
"Monster, name!"
"Ho~~Ho!!!"
"Failed to recognize, failed, repeat name!"
"S T A R S!" the tracker growled helplessly, hell, whoever told it that was the only line it had.
"Disgusting, trashy, idiotic, not passing! Repeat-" the three screen displays suddenly aborted - the tracker raised its bazooka at them.
The three screens simultaneously displayed, "Awkward"
It immediately became, "Verification passed, inside please, my lord!"
56, Train Duel (above)
Jill and Carlos arrived in the train together and ran into a guy with white hair.
"What the hell!" Gil raised his gun.
"Ah, one of our own!" Carlos was busy, "It's Nicotine!"
The man rushed up and took a swipe at him.
"Told you a million times, my name is Nikolai, not Nicotine!" Nikolai's teeth itched viciously, "Next time you call me the wrong name, you're on the spot!"
Carlos rushed to cover his hips in fear.
"You ...... guys stop, there's a dying man lying here ......" It was only then that he realized there was a wounded man lying on the seat, grunting and groaning
"Ah, it's you - Mickey Mouse!" Carlos looked at the man and exclaimed!
The man was seriously injured but he jumped up so high that he headbutted Carlos in the jaw.
"My name is Mikru, not Mickey Mouse!!!" He roared angrily.
"And just now he said he was going to die ......" Jill was seriously speechless.
"It's called a flashback, isn't it?" Nikolai said with a heavy nod of certainty.
And sure enough, Mikru rolled his eyes and collapsed again, moaning constantly.
......
"So, it takes oil and cables to start a train?" Jill finished checking the condition of the train.
"Good," Nikolai mused, and after a moment said, "Looks like we'll have to split up and all go after those two things together."
"Cables I've got when I look for them." Gil said.
"Then, Carlos, I'll go with you to find the oil." Nikolai said.
"OK, you go ahead, Jill and I have something to talk about." Carlos said with a nod.
Nikolai walked away.
"What do you ...... have to say to me?" Jill was a little embarrassed.
"What I wanted to say was-" Carlos looked around to see that no one was there and leaned in close to Jill's ear.
Jill blushed a little, only to hear Carlos whisper, "I got the oil a long time ago, let's just drive away."
"Huh?"
This came as a surprise to Gil, "You, you have oil? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Hey, I didn't want to take Nikolai with me, that guy is so subhuman."
Jill thought to herself, "You're not very human either.
"You know what, he seems to have come in with our team for a different purpose, he seems to have been collecting data on the virus, and I saw him kill a fellow soldier once, that's the kind of guy I don't want to take with me." Carlos said removing the oil and filling it.
Jill was also disgusted by such people who abandoned their companions, not to mention the fact that she was a person who was against tripe,Nikolai was just the type she was against.
So the two of them hit it off and started the train.
57, the train duel (next)
The train was speeding along, the two men were enjoying the scenery along the way, and each imagined what they would do if they escaped, when suddenly--
"Boom!"
A loud bang came from the back of the carriage.
The injured Mikru was still behind, wondering what had happened?
Jill hurriedly opened the door and caught a glimpse of the tall figure of the tracker coming towards her! It had actually caught up with the running train!
"Ta-da-da-da!" Mikru, not knowing where to find the strength, climbed to his feet and brought up his gun and strafed it.
But the bullets were as useless as tickling a tracker.
"Run!" Mikru shouted.
"But you-"
"Leave me alone and run!"
Jill just slammed the door and turned to run to the driver's side, "The creature's in the car, emergency brakes!"
"There's a curve ahead, braking is dangerous!" Carlos warned her in horror.
"Never mind that! Brake and watch for the right moment to jump out of the car immediately!" Jill pressed the emergency brake button with a slap --
Meanwhile, in the back of the car:
Mikru shot all his bullets, and the tracker stepped in front of him without a care against the slanting rain of bullets, and slapped the M4 out of his hand with a vicious blow.
Mikru switched out of his pistol hastily --
Another slap flies!
Hastily pulls out his pocket knife --
One more smack away!
Anxious, Mikru had to pull out a grenade, commonly known as a martyr's bullet! He was ready to sacrifice himself to die with the monster!
"Come on, you ugly bastard!"
"Slap!" -- and the grenade was slapped away ......
The tracker looked at the human with contempt, like to see what other weapons he could pull out.
"You, you-" Micklu, irritated, bent down, took off his shoes, and stuck out both big feet, "I'll fight you!"
Mikru's socks came off, and an unstoppable, earth-shattering stench erupted--
"Vomit ......... ... "The tracker nearly spat out even its bitter bile, and immediately collapsed to the ground, struggling for half a second before pointing at Carlos with a trembling finger, full of rage that made it utter lines that didn't belong to him, "How dare you, how dare you use chemical weapons!"
"Come on, come on, let's show you ......"
Mikru himself wasn't much better, and was getting smoked out as well.
"You're so poisonous, you're so poisonous, I'm going to gnaw your bones off!" The tracker gritted his teeth, but the pervasive scent of the malignant poison was so horrible that he could smell it even if he blocked his nose!
As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than one, but now it realized that even if there is only one cobblers, it still smokes three cobblers!
The tracker had only one path left in front of it-
"Boom!"
Jumping out of the car to escape!
"Hahaha! Cough cough cough!" Mikru watched the monster frantically jump out of the car and laughed out loud, but pulled his wounds and gasped, hastily throwing his smelly socks out of the window, struggling to open the door and climb out:
"Carlos, Jill, I've chased the monster away, come on, come and give me a hand with the ambush ...... "The two figures in the cab flashed just in time and jumped out of the car, and before he could understand what was happening, there was an ear-splitting sound of brakes in his ears, and then the entire train violently tumbled to the ground, sending out a violent explosion, and fire engulfed everything in an instant ......
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Rest in peace, you went softly, just as you came softly, although you did not even have time to put a fart on the way out, but runners, but also a good man!
Good riddance, valiant Mickey Mouse ......
"My name is Michelob, not Mickey Mouse!!!" A translucent soul floated out of the train and rushed the screen to yell at the author, "Call me Mickey Mouse again, and I'll turn around and pull a leather strap to make a slingshot for the glass in your house!"
You're trippy ......
58, life and death comradeship
BioShock 3's plot description is wrong, in fact, Jill and Carlos jumped off the train is still together, not separated.
The two took a short break and immediately headed to the clock tower to await rescue.
The terrain was complicated and foggy, and they proceeded cautiously.
"Rustle," the grass to their left stirred, and the two men nervously aimed there - out came a dog, which was scared off at the sight of them.
"Clatter" from the trees on the right, the two men immediately turned their guns - out came a horse, which ran away.
"Thud" something seemed to be coming out of the fog ahead, and the two men stared nervously - out came an African elephant, splintering and running away.
"I don't see any walkers here, we're the ones who are too nervous." Carlos laughed at himself.
"It's better to be careful."
"Uh~~~~" came a long, eerie hiss from the back, a zombie's distinctive 'song'.
This time it was for real.
The two men pointed their guns to the rear and responded.
A figure appeared-
Jill was about to shoot when Carlos stopped her, "Wait!"
The figure grew clearer, it was a walker, but one dressed in the same mercenary garb as Carlos!
"Ram!" Carlos exclaimed.
"Is he with you?"
"Yes," Carlos said somberly, "He's my best friend, we got scattered yesterday, I didn't realize ......"
Jill fell silent. Lowering his gun, this was something Carlos should be left to sort out for himself.
"Let him get relief." Gil said.
"But I can't do it," Carlos' hand trembled as he gripped the gun, "We used to be the best of partners, best of buddies, he fought my battles when I was in trouble, he lent me money when I didn't have any, and when I didn't have any chicks- "
"No girls?"
"When I don't have a girl he helps me find one - where were you thinking," Carlos sighed, "Let's go, leave him alone."
Jill nodded and the two turned, about to leave.
"Ka, ka......lo......s!" The zombie Ram actually mouthed the words with difficulty.
"Ram!" Carlos was touched, he didn't expect Ram to remember him even after he became a zombie, and chased him all the way here, not bad for an iron brother!
"Ka, Ka ......los!" The zombie came a little closer, stumbled, and fell on top of him, but instead of biting him, he lifted his face, which was beginning to rot, and looked up at Carlos fondly.
Gil was y moved.
"Just let him be free."
"No, I told you, I could never do that to a comrade!" Carlos said firmly.
"Ka ...... Carlos ......" the zombie Ram deadpanned, and he looked sadly at Carlos, and finally, Ram fanned his lips and with difficulty spat out another Two words -
"Pay - back - the money!"
"Bang!" Without hesitation, Carlos took a dick to the side of his head.
The zombie shriveled up and fell to the ground.
Jill chilled: "Is this what you call comradeship?"
"You wouldn't understand this kind of comradeship with substance," Carlos smiled bitterly, "I'm helping him out. Alas, it's such a bad world to live in, I didn't realize he'd been chasing me for so long just to get me to pay him back!"
"Yeah, but he didn't expect you to crash him just to avoid the debt."
"You are not know, in fact, Ram this kid is a typical in the competition to seek failure, in the operation of the loss of money, in the life of the starvation, in the personality of the Lord to seek humiliation ah, so might as well give him a pain in the ass, even so, but my heart is still ...... oooooh, pain ah! "
Carlos wiped his dry eyes.
Jill said no more, and the two resumed moving on.
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Ram Ghost: "Carlos you're done, I've got people on top! There's no more of you in The Deterioration!"
These two paragraphs were finished last week, but I haven't had time to edit them, so I can finally publish them today.
59, The Big Kill (above)
Jill and the others jumped off the train too far from the clock tower, so they had to figure out how to get a car to ride in first.
Surprisingly, they saw people falling across the square, with a huge stage in the middle with a stereo and other things on it, and it looked like they had been attacked while they were in the middle of a concert.
The two men went over to check, and found that the dead were not bitten by zombies, and there were no other wounds, and the only fatal wound was to the head - everyone had a bloody hole in their head, and all the brain matter was pumped out, and all of it was completely congealed, and it was a horrible sight to behold.
"What's going on here?" Jill was horrified.
"Could there be a more horrible virus out there?" Carlos looked around warily.
"Could there be? As far as I know, Embraer has only developed the G and T viruses." (Neither Gil nor Carlos knew about William's secret development of M.)
"So there is another virus that we don't know about, one that is even more terrifying - a mass murderer." Carlos rubbed his chin in contemplation.
"Look there." Jill pointed to the stage, and Carlos followed the indication, only to see five grotesquely dressed male corpses lying on it, like Teletubbies descending from the sky, one of them with his hands lewdly grasping the breasts of an American woman who held a gun in her hand, the five male corpses with their heads intact, all of them killed by pistol shots to the vitals.
"What does this mean?" Jill looked puzzled.
"I remember-" Carlos tapped his head and pointed to the male corpses on the ground, "It's a combination of stick chickens called something like Dong, Dong . . right, Eastern Divine Chicken!"
"Wrong, it's Oriental Nerve!" Jill remembered, too, that such a combination did exist.
"Oh yeah, Eastern Nerve." Carlos nodded and started to impersonate Sherlock Holmes, "From my point of view, the situation should be like this: all these people were coming to Raccoon City for a concert for this group, but this guy got horny and suddenly breast-attacked this woman, so the woman shot all five of them, alas, it seems that this horny guy didn't realize that Americans like to solve their problems with guns. "
"I suppose that's what you're talking about, but I'd say that's a better outcome for a total annihilation."
"Why?"
"Because if it were normal times, this woman gunning down the Oriental Neurotic Combine would have surely soured relations between the two countries."
"It won't, have you forgotten, aren't the stick chickens our servants in the United States of America, have you ever seen a servant's house lash out at the master for killing a few dogs?"
"That's true, but there's something else I can't figure out." Gil's was full of doubts.
"You mean these brain damaged bodies?"
"Yes, I'd like to know what weapon killed them."
Just then -
"S T A R S!!!"
60, The Great Killer (below)
The Tracker arrives!!!!
But--
Carlos, confronted by the tall, terrifying figure, asked curiously, "I hear your lines sound pretty familiar, what's your mom's last name?"
It turns out that the tracker, having learned from his mistakes since jumping out of the car after being hit hard by Mikru's human chemical weapon, is determined to beef up his own security measures, and he's gone to find a large gas mask for his head, so it's no wonder the two men don't recognize him.
"S T A R S!!!"
He struck a pose and raised his bazooka.
Carlos shook his head, not recognizing it.
Too much of a failure. The tracker was anxious, I've been chasing you guys for so long, why can't you recognize this?
Another beatdown pose.
This time even Gil shook his head.
The tracker was so angry he almost spat blood, and ripped off his headgear as he did so, "S T A R S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Ah!" The two men shrieked, backing away in a hurry.
The tracker gained great psychological satisfaction. Now he was starting to think about getting a pair of Vex's sunglasses to wear.
Step by step, the two men couldn't stop backing up, but, there was no going back, the back was dead center!
Just then-
Only a white light suddenly flashed around them, followed by a dialog box that appeared in front of the two:
"1. Solve the tracker
2. Turn on the music switch"
"What is this again?" Carlos scratched his head in bemusement.
"Never mind, I'll go with 1!" said Jill, going to press it.
"No, I think a firefight would be detrimental at this point, I'll go with 2!"
"If I say 1, I mean 1!"
"No, 2! "
"1!"
"How about rock-paper-scissors?"
"Rock Paper Scissors ......"
"Haha, pick 2!"
"How about five to three wins? " Jill was still trying to redeem herself.
Carlos' hand had already pressed on 2!
In an instant, he felt as if something was controlling him, and his body involuntarily raced over to the playback radio, pulling a song disk of Oriental Nerve out of it and putting it in on the fly, and flipping the switch-
"Kiki kiki wala ~~~~ wala kiki ~~~~ kiki kiki~ wala wala!!!"
This horrific ghostly scream came at the 3 people in an overwhelming manner!
At once, it shook Carlos and Gil to the point of almost fainting, but the two were manipulated by some power, and surprisingly, they flew away from the scene in a crisis situation of blurred consciousness ......
The only mood the tracker had right now was one of grief and anger, extreme grief and anger, and that couldn't be described in words, and even if it was described It was also impossible to say, and even if it was, the grief and anger was unintelligible!
Thinking of his hall tracker, as the mainstay of the Nemesis program, since the drop here all the way to the big swing, first mistakenly hit Tyrant 1, then by the evil type of Western Excursion to stimulate the internal injuries, and then by the human body biochemical weapon of Michelob greeted without the power to fight back, and now by the two prey with the horror of the brain weapon destruction!
A drop of liquid trickled out of his eye - a tear? A muddy tear?
He actually wept, a cry of injustice! A complaint!
He touched the tears with his hand, how sticky - shit, it's brain matter!
But the horrible ghostly music was like a devil's claw, grasping him with a death grip, he had to raise the bazooka - "Boom!!!" The sound went up in smoke in the explosion ......
Crawling up, his bio-electronic brain raced to make a precise next strategy: get a pair of earplugs first.
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Jill and Carlos ran frantically. Until the force that had been controlling them was gone, and the two dropped to the ground together, panting.
"I can't believe it," Carlos exclaimed, "That deadly mass murderer was actually the music of the Eastern Nerve Ensemble!"
"Well, it looks like the world is just too dangerous, anything can become a weapon of terror, so," Gil continued after a pause, "The cause of anti-triadism has a long way to go, with your ****ing encouragement."
"......"
61, The Black Hand Appears
Watching the tracker fearfully get up and continue to chase towards the two, fading from view, it was only then that a tall figure came out of hiding.
He was a powerful man with a cold expression, and when he took off his wide sunglasses, a pair of electric eyes shot out a chilling light like eagle eyes.
He coldly scanned the bloody, wretched surroundings, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a mysterious number:
Connected, he immediately spoke, "Hello, Bako? ...... What? Who am I? Who do you think I can be? ......NO, I'm not a loan shark ......I'm not your old flame either, brat, I'm Wesker! Your employer Wesker!!!" He growled and recomposed himself, "Listen up, things are stable on Chase's side, intelligence gathering is going well on my end, how's it going on your end?"
The results of the report came through on his cell phone, Wesker nodded - "Good, keep monitoring!"
"Can I ask you a question?" The man on the other side of the phone said warily.
"Speak!"
"Why did you come to spy on the Tracker yourself?"
"Is that a personal matter?"
"Yes."
"Then I refuse to answer." --Wesker hung up his cell phone at the same time a walker suddenly lunged from behind Wesker!
He didn't turn around, he just backhanded the walker, sending brain fluid flying and bursting out of his body, breaking his neck and killing him.
He wiped his hands and cursed, "Damn, if I had more than enough money, why would I bother coming in person?"
A conspiracy is quietly kicking off - no, it's already kicked off, it's commercial time:
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A reporter from one of Embraer's in-house newspapers, "Hello Mr. Whiskers, it's a pleasure to come face to face with you! Do you know how many beautiful women in Embraer are your fans now?"
"I know." Whiskers said coldly, "But I refuse to answer that question."
"Then may I ask you to reveal what your mission is this time?"
"I refuse to answer that."
"Well, could you please tell us about your hobbies?"
"I refuse to answer."
"...... Did you have tea for breakfast?"
"I decline to answer."
"...... "The reporter reluctantly asked, "Since you refuse to answer all questions, can you give me a reason why you're doing the interview?"
Wesker stared at him and said faintly, "I refuse to answer."
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Or LZ give me email me all one by one examined - txt file for you to pass over ---- but is being serialized ~~