Japan, Tokyo, umbrella base surface camouflage area

After five years of continuous cleaning of the Umbrella Company, the most prosperous areas in the city center have been basically cleaned up. In addition to occasionally three or two zombies who emerged from some unknown place, they will be cleaned up by more than a dozen nearby posts.

"bump!"

With a dull gunshot, the sniper quickly grabbed the pop-up shell, leaned close to the scope and swept it, with a smile on his lips. He carefully stuffed the shell back into his shirt pocket, and waited quietly for a while. Seeing that there was no abnormality, he pulled the little wheat beside him and laughed in a low voice: "The danger has been cleared up, captain, the zombie has been shot dead, please confirm!"

"Confirm, good job!"

The same low voice came, and the sniper smiled faintly, took out a bullet from the shotgun box behind his waist, and gently placed it on the platform in front of him, placing it in a row with the previous seven bullets.

This is his record tonight. Although humans can hardly see hope in this crazy doomsday, he still has his own way of making fun.

"Eight! I'm ahead!" The sniper chuckled, adjusted the position of the sniper rifle, and found the captain ambushing the building opposite from the night vision scope.

"Damn it, you kid! I won't admit defeat! The night is still long!" The thrilling from the headset made the sniper's smile even more. He could almost imagine the situation where the captain asked for a drink after losing.

"Yes, there is nothing else in this world. There are so many things like zombies that require..."

"ah--!"

Before the sniper finished comforting, a scream of exhaustion came from the opposite side. His face changed and he quickly looked at the opposite side. He shouted in a low voice: "Captain, what's wrong? Is it okay? Is there any danger?"

There was no sound in the headset, and the sniper's face changed again, and he didn't care about his friends. He decisively abandoned the sniper rifle, took out his pistol and retreated quickly, without thinking about going to support him.

Now it is no longer the world before. The original standard tactical strategy is no longer feasible. The person who can protect himself here is the winner. This is his experience, and the experience of escaping from death made him believe in the correctness of his decision.

However, this time he made a mistake. Although his behavior has to be called decisive and wise, different enemies only bring him different results. Mistakes are death.

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Accompanied by three undetectable sounds, the sniper who maintained his running posture fell to the ground instantly. Inertia caused him to roll twice on the cold ground, and no longer had any sound.

A wind blew by in the dark night, and the clouds covering the sky that covered the sun were torn apart in a crack. The moonlight rarely projected above the building, reflecting twelve silvery rays.

Twelve black figures suddenly appeared from the air and slid down quietly along the thin silver thread as thin as hair. They jumped to the rooftop quickly. The team quickly surrounded the sniper who fell to the ground. One of them stepped forward and kicked him. Seeing that the other party was not moving, he nodded slightly. It was confirmed that the other party's death was confirmed.

Standard enemy-killing gunshots, two shots of the heart, one shot in the middle of the eyebrows. Ordinary humans will definitely kill them.

The same situation occurred one after another on the rooftops of nearly 100 nearby buildings. No one expected that they would be attacked from the air who were usually only responsible for targeted zombie elimination work, and for a moment, the nearby light and dark posts were wiped out.

"Cancel the signal blocking." Wang Zheng looked at the last target falling down on the rooftop of the tallest building nearby, and said with a relaxed expression: "You can start a war of the enemy!"

"Yes! Sir!" Jin Liuniang's voice suddenly came from the mouth of a female soldier beside her. Judging from the camouflage painted on her face and the sci-fi styling that was held upside down in her hand, and the sniper rifle that was more than two meters long, this girl was a virus sniper.

Wang Zheng turned his head and looked at Jin Liuniang's face now, and pinched her eyebrows helplessly. After Jin Liuniang's ability was upgraded to level 2, or was caused by the fact that she had no physical body before. Now she changes her body every day and changes her body to speak. Although she can easily tell who is who, she still makes Wang Zheng feel a little troubled, especially when she saw her deliberately attracting Tom's body to speak pretentiously. Wang Zheng's trigeminal nerve felt like it was about to explode.

Wang Zheng worked diligently in the Sahara Desert for twenty-four hours, basically creating a general framework. The remaining work was accepted by Jin Liuniang, who had awakened after upgrading. After mobilizing more than 100,000 ns5 from space and still inside the Sahara base, he flashed back to Las Vegas without stopping.

Wang Zheng was not idle for the next twenty-four hours. He first added a simple insurance to dozens of people in Claire's convoy, and then sent a team to do the work of attracting monsters.

Claire's standard version of the mecha was also made in a short time. In order to distinguish her identity, the mecha was painted red. In addition, there is another effect. Think about seeing strange colors in a dark team. Under inertial thinking, it is easy to be mistaken for the leader, which is beneficial to the hiddenness of the real leader.

Skipping the sniper girl with a blank look beside her, Wang Zheng sighed speechlessly, ignoring the interest and constantly making fun of Jin Liuniang, she waved her hand to the large number of Alice replicas waiting for orders behind her, signaling that they could start to act!

Claire and Carlos were left at the base in Las Vegas. This operation was just to simply seize the base. Without worrying about the damage of the other party's personnel, Wang Zheng could also invest more power. The only thing that was some concern here was the large-scale lethal pulse bomb that appeared before and after this plot.

Although the shock wave generated inside does not have much lethality, the unique damage of the emp attribute to mechanical products still makes Wang Zheng a little afraid. However, I think that with Jin Liuniang, there will be no chance to send a explosion command.

Speaking of Wicks, Wang Zheng was still a little impressed. He acted decisively and did not blink his eyes. He didn't care about his subordinates' lives. Although he was not a scientist, his strange and unpredictable ability also made him look very mysterious.

What Wang Zheng coveted the most is his immortal ability. Looking at the entire biochemical plane, there may be a few who can survive if his head is broken, but he is the only one who can survive the explosion of the pulse nuclear bomb.

Wicks' attack power is not strong. Apart from its very fast speed and its attribute of being reborn by humans, there is no more powerful method. For Wang Zheng, this is simply an inappropriate experimental subject. I think Dr. Essex, who recently took over the T-virus research project, would be interested in Wicks' special attributes.

As the order was issued, hundreds of Alice quickly invaded the underground base along the planned road. A large number of fully armed NSS5 robots slid down the Polaris on standby in the sky, neatly lined up into the same number of small groups, and rushed into the base along the route of Alice's invasion.

At this time, the underground base had been alarmed by the alarm signals from a large number of sensors. Wicks stood on the main console in the center of the base, listening to the emergency situations constantly reported by the observers around him, and his rigid face became more and more gloomy.

The on-site garrison troops have begun to be mobilized on a large scale, and all armed personnel have been forced to dispatch tasks, and they have called the police in batches and millions of places.

"Sir!" The commander summarized all the current situation, walked to Wicks with a bitter face, and saluted, "We are in trouble!"

"Report!" Weisker sniffed out two words, and there was no expression on his face wearing sunglasses.

"Half an hour ago, we lost contact with one hundred and thirty-five light and dark posts on the ground! We originally thought it was a technical communication problem, but after inspection, we found that the problem was above the ground."

"How many people have confirmed that they can't get in touch?" Wix asked coldly, glancing at the dazzling red on the screen around him.

"All!" The commander's face darkened and he replied with difficulty.

"Why did I notify me after thirty minutes?" Wicks walked to a working table, stretched out two fingers and pointed the observer's shoulder, signaling him to move out of the position.

The commander followed closely and said, "We confirmed the problem a few minutes ago!"

Wicks didn't speak, and his hands quickly typing on the keyboard. A series of data appeared quickly on the screen and it was very fast. Hundreds of windows were opened in a superposition at the same time on the screen. In almost thirty seconds, he checked the communication records of all the ground guards.

He stood up gently and finally hit Enter. The final result that should have appeared did not appear as promised. Query replaced it with a huge alarm sound that immediately sounded from the entire base. Wix turned his head and looked at the astonished commander with a cold face. He frowned slightly and confirmed that it was not his trick. He immediately ordered to the nearby observer: "Start identify the alarm targets, find their location. Repeat the command. I want their location."

"Sir! The second elevator is running independently, and our console has lost control of him."

"The special team is immediately alert at the main entrance!" Wicks ordered coldly: "All reserves are put into the battlefield and are ready to provide armed support to the special teams!"

The big man ordered, and of course the little people who were working hard below had to start fighting. All the special teams dared not delay, quickly equipped their weapons, and a large group of people drove towards the target battlefield. They were full of confidence and didn't know what kind of monster they were going to face.
Chapter completed!