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His teammates reacted as well, aiming at the only entrance behind them—a door.
As the sound of high heels grew clearer...
"Dong dong dong."
There was a knock on the wooden door?
? ? ? ? ?
This started to confuse everyone; how could a zombie knock on the door?
But the next second, their question was answered.
The door was opened, but...
The door was originally locked.
A very tall woman emerged from behind the door, wearing a white lab coat with a gray undershirt, high heels, and carrying a book.
"who are you?"
The man raised a question about it.
But the woman simply glanced around, looking at everyone in the room.
Then, he shook his head...
"Looks like I'm still a little too late; you've already managed to get the message out..."
A simple sentence, yet it terrified the man: "Are you spying on us?!"
But the lady simply gave a professional smile, extended her left index finger, and gently shook it: "No, no, no, gentlemen, I've noticed you for the past twenty minutes."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I think we have to make you forget what you saw..."
The guards around the woman had their fingers on the trigger, ready to fire.
Subsequently,
"boom......"
As the trigger was pulled, a gunshot rang out.
But something even more astonishing happened!
The bullet did indeed hit the woman in the face, but...
What did he see? What did he hear?!
The bouncing sound was very pleasant...
And the fleeting spark on the woman's face was particularly striking in the dark room.
The shooter started sweating.
The people who were initially on guard all subconsciously took a step back.
The woman simply raised her hand to touch the face where she had been hit, then revealed an expression of disgust mixed with self-control.
The shooter slowly retreated and began fumbling for his walkie-talkie.
"Headquarters, we have... uh!"
He didn't get a chance to finish speaking, but he never got the chance...
His death was at least a relief, but the remaining people had no other thoughts but fear and panic.
The teammate who was originally on the ground was suddenly pierced by something and lifted into the air!
Looking at the extension of the object, it appears to have appeared from behind the woman.
Like something like a "tail"?
"What exactly are you!?"
The man yelled the question, trying to mask his fear.
But the woman just kept smiling, seemingly enjoying the man's terrified expression behind the gas mask.
“No, sir, it is extremely rude to refer to a lady as ‘something,’ and besides…”
After piercing the first shooter, the "tail" twitched a few more times, and then...
He swiftly thrust towards the person on the other side.
As expected, the other vigilant was also pierced and sent flying into the air.
“You’ve seen something you shouldn’t have seen, but my boss hasn’t found out yet… but I don’t want to cause him any more trouble.”
The woman's final words were as melodious as the tinkling of a violin pulled up by death...
"So, gentlemen, on behalf of my superior, I deliver your deaths..."
Despite such threatening words, the lady did not change her elegant smile!
Finally gripped by fear, the men opened fire frantically, shouting into their walkie-talkies, "Headquarters! Headquarters!... Ugh!"
Every time, before the person they wanted to contact could finish speaking, the woman would have already cut them off...
"Shh, sir, please be quiet. In this atmosphere, we should all remain silent..."
The woman raised her index finger and placed it in front of her lips, making a shushing gesture.
But no one can see it anymore...
The USS members who were originally present were either lying on the ground with their limbs neatly cut off, or they were impaled and held in the air.
The woman looked around again; there was no one left standing.
She shook off the corpse from her tail and walked towards the body of the former contact, who should have been their captain.
She crouched down and began to feel around the body.
During the search, she found that the wounds on the body were still as smooth as before.
This made her happy.
But that wasn't her main purpose...
She found the recording device on the corpse's helmet, as well as something that looked like a hard drive.
She threw the things on the ground and stood up.
First, hack into the hard drive and destroy all the files inside.
Then, using the heels of their high heels, they stomped on and destroyed the equipment.
She repeated this process on the other corpses.
In that case, if Umbrella sends people to retrieve these documents, they probably won't find anything...
The only information they might have gathered was that the team might have encountered something that terrified them before their deaths.
Then, all that's left is white noise...
The woman touched the unchanging "wound" on her face again and couldn't help but show a look of disgust.
But her self-restrained elegance prevented her from wanting to vent.
"I need to figure out how to take care of my skin again... Dealing with these bugs is such a hassle."
She curled her "tail" back up, and a few seconds later, everything was back to normal, as if the scene had nothing to do with the lady.
She then left the place.
Inside the building, only the lingering sound of high heels remained...
......
A few minutes later......
The Rebellion Squad also arrived here, but the situation was not quite what they expected.
AN94 whispered, "Someone's been here..."
AK15 entered the room and began to observe the surroundings.
The others also discovered that the USS was secretly sabotaging their operations and planned to intercept them, but...
Someone is faster than them.
RPK16 said with a smile, "That's great, at least we don't have to bother doing it ourselves."
But AK15, crouching on the ground, seemed to have made some discoveries.
"Look at this cut, it seems somewhat familiar?"
The crowd gathered around and began to examine the corpse on the ground.
They seemed to have seen this kind of incision before, somewhere...
Could it be...?!
70 Going home
"Didn't I tell you to control your firepower?!"
"There's no way around it, when you see a powerful prey, you subconsciously want to take it seriously."
Luo Fan was still very troubled by the fact that the Dreamer had just blasted the Tyrant to pieces.
He was causing trouble on Umbrella's turf, and if Umbrella saw him, he would definitely have a lot of trouble to deal with.
But the dreamer's nonchalant attitude did indeed annoy Luo Fan.
"Girls, say something!"
Lovan intends to seek off-field assistance.
But the girls just spread their hands, as if it had nothing to do with them.
Why should we solve the problem for the people you called?
"Uh... never mind."
That's how dreamers are; you can't beat them up, you can't beat them anyway.
I can only pray that Umbrella hasn't noticed me...
The road ahead became much easier. With the three shotgun-wielding humanoids, the zombies were basically unable to form a complete organization. Every time they gathered together, they were only defeated even faster by them.
However, a minor incident did occur...
AR15 tugged at Lofan's sleeve and whispered, "Commander, someone is watching us."
"What, where?"
What Luo Fan feared still happened.
Someone saw something...
AR15 nodded toward the middle floor of a building, indicating the general direction, while the others also consciously glanced at that area.
"Can you get a general idea of the other party's situation?"
"It was the group of people we were on our way to the police station."
Another wolf pack squad. It seems Umbrella is quite interested in me...
But Luo Fan can't deal with them yet, so he has to keep them around for now...
"Pretend you don't see them, but if they make any aggressive moves, shoot them immediately."
They say they can't kill him for now, but if he poses a threat, they'll have to take action.
......
6:33:45AM
The sky had already broken, and the environment was becoming increasingly unsuitable for hiding.
Even now, sporadic gunshots can still be heard from every corner of the city; the city has not yet completely fallen.
However, since there are still survivors, it is definitely not suitable for them to act.
And the girls were already very tired.
The group returned to the community where they were based; they were just a few steps away from home.