(I just came back from overtime. Today is still a big chapter of 4,000 words. I will sort out my thoughts as soon as possible in the past few days. Please forgive me!)

Resident Evil World?

Shen Feng couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

The previous evil spirit virus crisis was actually a biochemical crisis.

It stands to reason that the Resident Evil crisis in reality has been lifted, so why enter a similar mission world?

This was followed by an intensity scale for "Resident Evil World", which was identified as "Medium".

The previous nuclear war wasteland apocalypse and the gray tide apocalypse were only moderately low intensity apocalypse, and "Biohazard World" was marked as "medium" intensity, which was naturally more tragic than those two apocalypse.

However, thinking about the evil spirit virus plague in Tokyo before, its tragic degree and transmission speed are indeed more dangerous than the nuclear war wasteland and the end of the gray tide.

Under the action of the virus, the time for the complete destruction of human civilization is much faster.

He clicked on the light curtain, and a brief introduction to "Resident Evil World" immediately appeared.

"After the evil spirit virus infected the world, human civilization was destroyed, the Lord of the Void came, and the few remaining immune people lingered in basements and shelters, and the world was completely destroyed..."

Sure enough, it's still the evil spirit virus!

It seems that the name he gave has also been recognized by the "real doomsday game" system.

Is the world completely destroyed?

Then why let me in?

And if a powerful high-dimensional creature like the Lord of the Void had already occupied that world, then Shen Feng would have no chance of winning. Basically, the time to survive after showing up would be counted down in seconds.

Shen Feng immediately asked:

"The Lord of the Void is so powerful, how will I face it? Are there corresponding weapons and equipment to improve my chances of survival?"

With the brief conversation with the existence behind the "Real Doomsday Game", Shen Feng also dared to fight for his rights in the "Real Doomsday Game".

Getting a little benefit is a little bit, after all, you can't do white jobs.

The blood-red giant eye icon of "Real Doomsday Game" is still clear, revealing an irresistible strangeness, the bracelet is shocked again, and a paragraph of text appears:

"Players can choose to enter within two weeks, and will be forced to enter after two weeks."

The existence behind the game did not answer Shen Feng's question.

been ignored...

Shen Feng pouted, just as he was about to say something, the bracelet shook again:

"Due to the attack of the indescribable thing before, the energy and material transmission function of the game system is limited, and it is impossible to transmit electronic equipment and items (excluding biomechanical equipment). Players are advised to prepare in advance."

Then the light on the bracelet suddenly dimmed, as if he was afraid that Shen Feng would ask something, and it would be too embarrassing to be unable to answer by then.

Shen Feng's face was solemn, he clapped his wristband, only to give up when he realized that there was no reaction.

Then he looked up at the sky, and his heart that was still somewhat fearless instantly sank.

The problem is a bit serious...

Nano-mechanical insects are also electronic devices!

That is to say, this time he went to this apocalyptic mission world and could not carry any nano-machine clusters. The gray tide, which was originally the strongest means, could not be brought over this time!

Fortunately, there is an explanation that does not include biomechanical equipment. Otherwise, Shen Feng's silicon-based brain will also not be able to enter the mission world. After just one transmission, his brain will be torn apart.

People passed by, half of their brains stayed where they were, and they shuddered just thinking about it.

There are still two weeks to prepare him.

Thinking of this, Shen Feng calmed down.

During this period of time, although the power of his own has been magnified ten million times after the gray tide, which is very convenient, but among the various end-of-the-world tasks before, he did not rely on the gray tide to pass.

This Resident Evil Doomsday mission is a good thing from another point of view, and it can hone his own abilities.

After all, relying on the gray tide also has great disadvantages, and it will make him lose his vigilance in danger.

This is fatal in dealing with those indescribable beings.

After thinking about this, Shen Feng put the hood on his head, looked up at the sailing hotel in the distance, walked towards the brightly lit street, and disappeared into the crowd...

Although there are new tasks, there is still plenty of time, and the previous plan still has to continue.

The reverse hypnosis of the Purification Society will continue.

It's time to go to Eagle Country...

…

where am i...where...

My head hurts...so dizzy...

Where am I…

Ivanovich slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold concrete floor, his limbs were tightly bound by thick ropes, and there was a faint pain all over his body.

Especially the head, as if a knife had been placed in the brain, the pain was splitting.

He shook his head, opened his eyes wide to see the surroundings, and the pain and dizziness finally eased.

Looking around, it was a dilapidated concrete room, with a heavy rusted iron door, and a small square window only fifty centimeters long.

In the corner of the room were some other debris like gasoline cans and wooden shelves.

This looks like a warehouse.

He himself was bound with his hands and feet, tied to an iron frame.

He was wearing a tattered hospital gown and some blood.

Why am I here?

In the end what happened?

Ivanovic struggled to recall everything that had happened before, vaguely remembering the massacre at Incirlik Air Force Base, and the b-61 tactical nuclear warhead.

We got the nuclear warheads...were freed from the confinement of the Turks...into the southern mountains...

Then...and then...Kavan!

This **** turned out to be a traitor!

He killed Hall and caught me!

Who is he working for?

Russian?

ia?

Or the eastern power that has been hiding behind its back and making crazy profits in the Middle East?

Ivanovich thought, and began to examine the ropes that bound his hands and feet.

What happened after being caught...

Yes, I was taken out by them with their head covered...should...should have been brought here.

What the **** is this place?

Ivanovich wanted to think about what happened next, but immediately had a splitting headache, as if something was firing in his brain.

He raised the back of his hand and touched his head, and immediately felt a burst of pain, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

Apparently these Assassins got him and beat him badly.

The other party should have kept him here, tortured and tortured, and he has finally recovered his sobriety.

At this time, his hands were hung on the iron frame, and his feet were also tied, so he couldn't move at all.

There seems to be no possibility of escape.

Ivanovic did not panic.

He carefully observed his surroundings while listening to the sounds outside.

The wind was blowing in through the windows, and there was the sound of leaves being blown.

It should be a force 3 to 4 wind and there are trees outside.

The air is still a little humid, and there should be... water!

And it's not a river. This kind of wetness is only found in large lakes or seasides.

There are some grains of sand on the windowsill, and there are also some fine grains of sand in the warehouse. This is the dust and sand that has been swept in by the wind for many years.

He is still in the Middle East.

It is impossible for Kavan to pass through the country again, but it is possible to enter Persia.

This should be somewhere near the Caspian Sea or the Persian Gulf.

Judging by the persistent wind direction, he was on the south bank.

Kavan had a purpose in arresting him, and he should be ready to hand him over to a certain person or organization.

It is very likely that it is ia or the mysterious organization behind the "real doomsday game".

The probability of the Persian Gulf will be greater, and the transportation here is more convenient.

Oman?

Bahrain?

Qatar?

Or... Dubai?

Ivanovich quickly analyzed his position, while bending his index finger and sliding his fingernails on the tiger's mouth.

In a short while, a small hole has been drawn at the base of the thumb on one side of the tiger's mouth.

Ivanovic then kept flexing his thumb to keep his musculature squirming.

Soon, a soft metal wire thinner than a hair had gradually been squeezed out of his wound.

Ivanovich squeezed one end of the wire with two movable fingers and pulled the wire out of the wound one by one.

It was a metal ball hidden under the skin at the base of his thumb, and it was twenty centimeters long.

After pulling the thing out, Ivanovich again clamped the wire between two movable fingers and began to pull on the rope on the saw hand.

The two ends of the wire were rough, but the middle part was extremely sharp, and the thick rope was quickly sawed off, leaving a neat gap.

Not caring that the wound on his hand was still bleeding, Ivanovich moved his wrist and sawed off the rope on his foot again, and was finally free.

Then he took off his shoes, walked barefoot to the wall quickly, put his ear under the window and listened to the sounds outside.

There are footsteps.

one...two...three...five...

Five people were patrolling outside, and there was a low voice of their conversation.

Ivanovich quickly came to the corner where the sundries were piled up, and began to look for materials that could be used lightly.

A broken chair leg with a long nail on it.

A length of wire.

An iron candy box lid.

Broken glass bottle.

Ivanovich quickly made some simple tools, hid them closely, and then returned to the iron frame again.

He suddenly kicked over the iron frame, making a loud noise, and he was lying on the ground, still in a bound position, looking like he was dying.

The loud noise of the iron frame falling to the ground immediately attracted a low-pitched shout from outside.

Then I heard the sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole from outside, the heavy iron door of the small warehouse was opened, and several people who were fully armed and wearing black masks walked in.

Seeing Ivanovich lying on the ground, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed again and ran towards him, cursing constantly, apparently for fear that Ivanovich would die like this.

All of them stretched out their hands to support the iron frame and Ivanovich, who fell on the ground, and temporarily took their hands away from the gun.

The two people in front grabbed the "dying" Ivanovic and wanted to lift him up.

The next moment, Ivanovich suddenly opened his eyes, and the iron nails, chair legs and wine bottle stubble, which were hidden under him, waved suddenly, one nailed into the left eye of the guard on the left, and the other cut the throat of the guard on the right.

The mutation suddenly occurred, and several guards present did not have time to react. Ivanovic had once again reached out and grabbed the shotgun that the guard on the left was hanging on his chest, turned the muzzle, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the third guard was blown upside down.

The remaining two guards were farther away. Seeing this, they immediately grabbed the submachine gun hanging on their chest and started shooting at Ivanovic.

Ivanovic dragged the bodies of the two people in front to him, and used their body armor and bodies to shoot the current round. In a blink of an eye, the submachine guns of the last two guards had been emptied!

Without waiting for the opponent to change bullets, Ivanovic blasted the last shot of the shot, directly shooting a guard in the head.

The last guard roared, pulled out the dagger from his waist and rushed towards Ivanovic.

Ivanovich raised his hand to block, and he heard a "dang" sound, and the opponent's dagger was blocked by the iron sheet wrapped around his arm.

With a flick of the long wire in his other hand, it suddenly wrapped around the neck of the last guard.

Then he made a wrong step, came to the back of the other party, grabbed both ends of the wire with both hands, and began to pull down desperately, at the same time bending slightly, and lifted the guard up in the air.

In the end, the guard struggled desperately on Ivanovic's back, trying to pull the wires away from his neck, but it was impossible.

At this point he was actually fighting against his own weight!

Ivanovich tugged at the wires with a blank expression, while looking at the door, making sure to spot other enemies as soon as possible.

Soon, the last guard's struggle slowed down, his arms drooped softly, and there was no sound at all.

Ivanovich slammed the corpse on his back a few more times to make sure that the other party was dead, and then put the other party down.

Then he walked around the room barefooted, quickly found weapons, ammunition and other equipment and supplies on these guards, poured a belly of water, took a bite of compressed biscuits, and then continued the movements in his hands.

He changed into the clothes and shoes of the guard who was strangled by him, and put on the other party's sunglasses at the same time, and then walked out of the warehouse door with a pistol.

It was morning.

Outside is a small oasis, with sandy soil, and some very rundown-looking warehouses.

Not far away is a bay.

On the walls of those warehouses, there are several strange symbols, a sword piercing the heart.

It looked like graffiti, but Ivanovich understood that it was an Assassin mark.

Apparently, he was locked up in a secret Assassin stronghold.

This should be a very remote stronghold, and few people usually come here. It may be the place where the people of the Assassin faction held their targets when they kidnapped and demanded ransom.

Ivanovich narrowed his eyes.

These so-called natural assassins really underestimate him...

By the wall were two all-terrain vehicles and a motorcycle.

The keys were on the guards.

At this moment, there was a faint noise in the distance, and it seemed that someone was coming.

Ivanovic didn't hesitate at all~lightnovelpub.net~ Immediately helped the motorcycle by the wall to start it, increased the accelerator to the maximum, and galloped away in the opposite direction to the bay.

"Da da da…"

"!"

Gunshots came from behind him, and stray bullets flew past, smashing the ground in front of him into dust.

There was also the roar of the engine.

Apparently someone found him and started a hunt!

Ivanovich couldn't care much at this time, accelerated frantically, and went southeast.

If he judges right, Dubai is not far away, just get into the crowd and he will be safe!

Just after Ivanovich escaped, in one of the dilapidated warehouses just now, Kavan, wearing black sunglasses, slowly walked out, looked at Ivanovich's escaped figure, and said slowly:

"The cuckoo... has returned to its nest."