Chapter 443 Breeding - Open

  Before the zombie incidents around the world, apart from the worst-hit neon, Damei followed closely.

  This is also their 'confidence' in this hearing.

  For the beautiful elite, the lives of the bottom-level people are just numbers, and it is a good entry point to make good use of so many people who have died.

   Arousing empathy can take a bite of meat.

   But no matter how it is a number, after experiencing a wave at the beginning, everything that should be prepared is now ready.

  The follow-up defense is obviously more experienced, and the reaction speed is faster.

   What's more, the incident happened in New York, not a slum.

  After receiving the first police officer who arrived for help, a large number of police forces were immediately dispatched.

   Helicopters were dispatched even at night.

  The roar of the propellers, combined with the powerful searchlights.

   It made the nearby residents feel a burst of panic.

   It seems that something big has happened!

  It was just an ordinary shooting, and it was normal for someone to call the police, but they didn't take it seriously.

   Now the three helicopters in the sky keep wandering back and forth.

   Even the explosion-proof police armored vehicles came out on the ground.

  NYPD is completely different from agents in other places, rich and powerful, and equipped with excellent equipment.

   And because the K virus broke out a long time ago, they also purchased a batch of weapons and equipment specifically for zombies early.

   Anyway, it was pretty good to use in the last incident.

  So this time, although I took it very seriously, I didn't feel that the problem couldn't be solved.

   It's just that the sirens on the street sounded over and over again, and the helicopters came again and again, but in the end they returned without success.

  Big and beautiful monitoring is not popular, so this time I really have no clue.

  However, the test of the blood samples soon gave the results, and there was no K virus, and one of them was painted by dog ​​blood.

   It should be made by some cult. The homeless and the dog must be in danger, but it is nothing serious.

   There was a shooting, and a homeless man died. To put it bluntly, the severity was not as serious as the death of the dog.

  At least if the animal protection organization finds out, they will definitely come out to make trouble and come to pay homage.

  But people don't care...

  …

  Early the next morning, many supporters who came to protest came to Ethan Park and Ethan Clinic again.

  However, some of them have heard of the movement here last night.

   "It seems that a lot of agents came here last night, do you think they came to destroy the evidence?"

   "It must be so! I heard that only a homeless man and a poor dog disappeared. Although the dog is very poor, it will not cause such a big commotion."

   "Yes, I must use this as an excuse to come and destroy the evidence!"

   "There may even have been a zombie infection."

   "That's right, last time it was terrible. There was one downstairs in my house. After being shot to death, blood was splashed all over the ground. The blood of these zombies is not coagulated."

   "The body is still alive, for sure, it's still a bit different from the movie..."

   "..."

  The protesters who gathered in the park started to gossip about this matter at this time, and it felt more and more like a conspiracy...

  Rio, a black man of mixed race and a supporter of that candidate, also came to this protest.

  But if you want to say how fanatical and supportive he is, that's all.

   will follow, the most important thing is to see if there is any bargain.

  In case the crowd gets excited, maybe they can try to attack some nearby places that they usually dare not come to.

  This is a bustling area in New York, and there are many luxury stores nearby.

  Anyway, as long as there is such an activity, he will participate in it. Occasionally, someone will send money, and if no one sends money, he can figure out a way to make money by himself, which can be regarded as his profession.

  However, this kind of protest itself is very exhausting. After all, it takes a long time to stay. After chatting with the nearby companions about what happened last night, a few bottles of water also made him feel his bladder full.

   "Go ahead, I'm going to the bathroom."

   "Just find a place to solve it. I have been there before, and the toilet line here has been waiting in line for a long time."

   Another pure black brother said indifferently.

  Because there are too many people nearby recently, it has caused tension in the toilet.

   Anyway, it is commonplace for them to solve things on the spot.

  For example, in the New York subway, almost all stations, large and small, have their traces, just like sworn territories.

   "You have to find a place with fewer people."

  Of course Rio doesn’t mind this kind of thing, but there are too many people, and it’s not good.

   "Haha, are you still afraid of being seen? Maybe you can attract some lonely companions, haha."

  Amidst the jokes of his companions, Rio laughed and cursed and quickly rushed out of the crowd.

   Sure enough, there was a long queue in front of the toilet, and many of them were women, so he didn't bother to fight over it, so he found a deserted alley and walked in directly.

   But after entering, he saw a dead corner that was originally blocked by the trash can. There was a homeless man leaning against the wall holding a dog, which almost scared him.

   This man has no voice.

   Fortunately, after taking a look at the other person's heaving chest, he still knew that he was not dead.

  Afterwards, he didn't care about it and walked in a few steps, and began to pour water into the corner with a relaxed face, and the pouring wall rattled.

   Just after his relaxed expression appeared, he noticed that the shadow on the wall in front of him had changed.

  It seems that someone stood up behind, blocking the light source of the exit and casting a shadow on the wall.

  The bum?

   There are some guys who have problems with their orientation, and many of these homeless people have no worries, Rio continued and said with a sneer

   "Brother, I'm really sorry for pouring water on your site, but you don't mind, right, haha~"

   But then he found that the owner of the shadow seemed to be approaching him.

   "It's better for us to keep a distance, otherwise I'm afraid there may be some misunderstanding."

   When he trembled twice for the last time and was about to put away the tools, Rio also became a little alert.

   But the next moment, he was completely stunned.

  I saw that the head of the figure thrown on the wall seemed to be split open suddenly, and countless tentacles danced in the air for a moment.

  The shadows are all reflected on this wall!

   There was also a disgusting sound of puff~puff~ from behind.

  The sudden change made Rio turn around with a little panic and hesitation.

   It's a prank, right, shadow prank.

   But watching the head burst open in front, revealing the terrifying figure with countless **** vines swinging, blocking the exit of the alley.

  His entire mood collapsed rapidly.

  He finally knew why there was such a big fight last night.

  But you didn't solve it!

   This made Rio immediately collapse and scream, ready to call for help.

  But just as he opened his mouth, before he could make a sound, a tentacles of flesh and blood shot out directly and stuffed it into his mouth.

  The tentacles with red and black pus on the surface kept pouring in, and a layer of thick pus was scraped off around the corners of his mouth.

   Not only was the sound blocked, but the invasion and tremendous pressure on his throat made Rio roll his eyes, and he couldn't make a whine.

   Then I saw that the surface of the tentacles was uneven, and something was pouring into Rio's body...

   Chapter 527

  Big and beautiful, most of these activities are also loose.

   It’s completely normal for people to disappear while walking. Going to the toilet, going back home for something, or moving to another place, or being built into the wall.

   Not many people really pay attention and care.

  With so many people, it is completely normal for a few to disappear.

but…

   Slowly, some **** graffiti appeared inexplicably in some nearby uninhabited alleys, corridors, public toilets, roofs, etc.

  Some people think it doesn’t matter when they see it, but some people still call the police after seeing it.

  So NYPD is also aware of the situation here.

   Has someone protesting gone missing?

  This is big trouble!

  Originally, they have deployed a lot of police force nearby, but they will avoid conflicts.

   It is really hard to explain what happened now.

   Maybe some people think they did it, or some forces behind it.

   This also led the NYPD to deploy more police forces near the protest and begin investigating the possible cult.

   It's just the increase in the number of nearby detectives, which obviously caused dissatisfaction among the crowd who came here to look for 'clues' and protest.

  Thinking that it was aimed at them, coupled with the fanning of the candidate on a certain special, and the inexplicably irritable atmosphere nearby, the contradictions on the scene immediately became a little sharper.

   "Sure enough, there is a problem!"

   "We're going to the hospital!"

"what's going on?"

   "I heard that the people who marched recently disappeared! They must have done it!"

   "Damn it, there really isn't a K virus in it, right?"

   "..."

   Various signs and banners appeared, and collisions became more frequent.

   And after the glass of a luxury store was smashed, violent conflicts inevitably occurred.

   The tyrannical and chaotic atmosphere began to condense, and the already impulsive crowd seemed to become even crazier.

  Looking at those little blacks who came out of nowhere and feared that the world would not be chaotic, pouring into the store for zero yuan purchases.

  The NYPD agents who maintained order nearby also felt very helpless.

   "Senior, just look at them like this? They are robbery!"

  The police officer who first discovered the blood of the homeless man looked at the scene in front of him and complained.

  Zero purchases happen right in front of your eyes, and they're sitting in the police car watching.

   "Otherwise? Do you use your body to block or shoot?"

  The old detective next to him obviously didn't feel any fuss about this kind of thing.

   Now this place has attracted a lot of attention, and if one is not handled properly, it will be troublesome.

   It’s okay to buy for zero yuan, but if a black person dies, it will be a lot of fun, and you can’t afford it.

  With this introduction of Mars, the atmosphere in the vicinity became more and more manic, and the residents living nearby also felt nervous.

   It’s just that in most cases, you will still focus on those luxury brands. The risk of going home is too great, and the rewards are not much. It is far better to stare at the store.

   But even so, the residents living nearby and those with guns at home have begun to prepare...

   "Shit, why don't these filthy bugs die!"

  An old man stood at the window watching the chaos below, holding a shotgun in his hand with an angry look on his face.

  His car was trampled badly by those people, but he didn't dare to go down with a gun in this situation.

  He is a middle-class man with a family background, and he never thought of going head-to-head with this group of people, it's not worthwhile.

   It’s been really troublesome recently, and I don’t know when my apartment building seems to have been mixed with some kind of cult. Someone smeared weird symbols with some blood on the roof.

   It's disgusting to look at.

  Later, the detectives came to investigate and said that the blood was human blood, so **** it.

"ah!"

  The sudden scream made the old man stunned.

  It's normal to scream in this chaotic scene now, it's chaotic outside.

   But the voice was very close, as if it was next door.

   It seems to be Mrs. House?

   This made the old man walk towards the door with his shotgun in hand.

   It should be some little thief who took advantage of the chaos and came in, it really deserves to be damned.

  However, just as the old man opened the door, a strong stench came into his nose, which also carried a strong smell of sulfur, which made him almost retch, and couldn't help covering his mouth and nose with his hands.

   What the hell? Damn it!

   When he walked out of the room and came to the corridor of the apartment, he was a little horrified to find that the walls of the corridor were filled with all kinds of **** graffiti.

   are all kinds of weird symbols and patterns.

  Looking at these distorted patterns, he felt a little dizzy, as if he couldn't figure it out.

  Under this dizziness, he felt as if the nearby scenery was gradually changing.

   Distorted in the haze, just like my perspective when I was drunk.

   At one time it was a corridor full of weird symbols, at another time it seemed to be a cave full of magma and filled with countless monsters, switching back and forth hazyly from time to time.

   And among those monsters, it seemed that some of them looked at him.

   Filled with a kind of cruelty and bloodthirsty.

   A monster that looked like a deformed bird, with a long neck and a sharp mouthpart on its head, turned its head and looked at itself.

  The densely packed eyes around the mouthparts seemed to be staring at him at the same time.

   Then he jumped up, flapped his wings, flew up, and swooped towards himself.

   "Damn it!"

  The old man let out a roar, regardless of hallucinations or not, he aimed directly at the trigger and pulled the trigger.

  The hallucination dissipated the next moment, and he seemed to be back in the aisle again, which made him pat his head with a wry smile.

   "What's the matter, those things of the cult are really evil, and they can also cause hallucinations..."

  Just the next moment, the old man's expression froze, looking at the gun marks he left on the ceiling of the corridor.

   This is my shotgun right.

   But why, there will be a few huge twisted feathers falling down...

  Looking at the messy feathers falling down, it seems that they were shot by a gun. It looks very messy.

  Well, it should be from the strange bird in my previous hallucination...

  He stretched out his shoe and kicked the feather forward. After confirming that it was real, the old man also began to tremble and reload the bullets in the shotgun in his hand.

  The screaming of Mrs. House next door has stopped, and he has no intention of continuing, but slowly retreats into the house and closes the door...

   Then tremblingly said to the bracelet on his hand

   "Siri, call the police for me and tell them there are monsters and heavy firepower is needed!"

   bang~

  Sudden violent impact and vibration sounded, as if the house shook, and dust fell from the ceiling.

  The anti-theft door that was just closed in front suddenly sags inward, as if it has been hit by a huge force!

   bang~

   Another impact appeared, causing the old man to keep retreating with his gun.

   There was another impact, as if a sharp claw had penetrated the security door.

   From the looks of it, it doesn't seem to belong to that deformed bird, but to another kind of monster!

   "Siri! Be quick!"

   Shotgun loaded and aimed ahead.

  The next moment, with the sound of glass breaking, the window behind the old man shattered.

   Countless things like plasticine palms poured in from the window, hugging him before he could react.

  The palms grabbed his face and arms, restraining his whole body!

   Eyes looked through the gap between the palms clasping the face, and found in horror that one of the hands had the ring that Mrs. House next door used to show off.

  shit...

   Pulled the trigger indiscriminately, and with the sound of gunshots, the old man was hugged by countless arms and quickly escaped from the window, and flew back towards the next door...

  Chapter 528 opens

  Crack~

  The shattering and shattering of the high-rise tempered glass caused the already commotional crowd below to pay a lot of attention.

  The tempered glass falling from the sky is quite lethal, and two little blacks fell to the ground covered in blood and wailed on the spot.

   That is, it didn't hit the head, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to howl.

   This made many people roar angrily

   "Someone must have done it on purpose!"

   "Yes! On purpose!"

   "I think it's the owner of that store!"

   "It's the owner of that store!"

   "..."

  As the special window-breaking hammer smashed the glass wall of the store, the angry crowd leveled the entire store.

   bang~

  A dead body that suddenly fell from the sky calmed down the fanatical crowd a bit.

  Looking back at the shattered body that had turned into meat sauce, like a corpse wrapped in clothes, many people nearby bowed their heads and vomited.

"what happened?"

   "Someone committed suicide?"

   "This corpse is so weird..."

  Bold people can see that this corpse is so strange, it feels like half of the head is missing, it doesn't look like it fell like this.

   And twitching with the mud-like corpse.

   Everyone in the vicinity couldn't help showing terrified expressions on their faces.

   "Zombie!"

"ah!"

"Help!"

   "Run!"

   "..."

  In an instant, panic prevailed, and a trampling incident immediately occurred at the scene.

  The muddy corpse on the ground just stood up with half of its head missing.

  The corpse is quite weird. The part above the eyes has disappeared, the ears have become big and pointed, and the wound where the head is missing seems to have turned into a mouth.

   It seems that there are no eyes that can't see, the ears are constantly twitching, and then it moves to the nearest screaming woman at a speed that is extremely terrifying, far exceeding the limit of the human body.

   The deformed palm pressed on the woman's head and lifted it. With a creak, it turned 180 degrees, and the dead could not die again.

  The next moment, he appeared next to another person, as if killing purely for the sake of killing...

  …

  Yoko, who was eating at a high-end restaurant on the third floor across the street, saw the bigger commotion outside and couldn't help but picked up her wristband and started filming

   "Deserve it! Deserve it! Curse you!"

  Yoko continued to pat the situation outside, while cursing in a low voice.

  The last time she went out as a volunteer, she encountered disgusting things from beautiful soldiers. Although Umbrella finally let out a good breath of anger, the feeling of being dependent on others still made her feel very bad.

  After the follow-up restoration and cleaning of the neon lights were almost done, Yoko also took advantage of the summer vacation to go out to relax.

  The dorms are horrible, and it's getting more and more wrong.

  Sometimes when I go to the toilet, I can feel someone blowing on my neck.

  Moving towels, toothbrushes, etc. made her feel even more creepy.

   Some marks that I specially made have also changed obviously.

  This time, it happened that Damei’s side was going to hold a hearing, so she came here to show her solidarity.

   In the end, she didn't expect this hearing to be even more annoying. She wanted to blow up New York.

   Fortunately, Umbrella is tough.

   But Umbrella alone is useless, and cannot solve practical problems.

   At this time, I heard that there might be a secret laboratory or something here, and Yoko also excitedly came over to investigate the clues.

  But after coming here, she found that she was completely redundant, because too many people had already gathered here after a certain candidate stepped up.

  So she chose a nearby hotel to stay in while observing here.

  I also came out today to observe the situation here while eating at the restaurant here, to see if I can record some material.

result…

   It seems that there is some kind of commotion.

   At this time, the manager of the restaurant also quickly walked over and said to the guests in the restaurant

   "Please rest assured that our restaurant has an excellent security system. Now that the restaurant door has been closed, the riots outside will not affect this place. Our security guards are equipped with guns."

   I have to say that although this high-end restaurant is not cheap, it does provide supporting services.

  Security service is also one of them!

  This is why, apart from bad luck, in the previous zombie incident, almost no elites were affected in the follow-up.

  Even if we live in the same city and the same street, we are actually in two completely different worlds.

  One side is efficient, safe, and perfect service, and the other side is chaos.

  Outside the scenes of trampling, death, and violence, behind the wall is a scene of rich people adjusting.

  Elegant music reverberates inside, and the exquisite food exudes a tempting aroma. You can enjoy the changes outside while tasting wine.

  The closed door of the restaurant, retired special forces hired with high salaries, semi-automatic rifles and shotguns guard the door and stairs that are easy to defend and difficult to attack.

   It can be said that as long as there is no heavy firepower rush, this place is as stable as Mount Tai.

   "Even if it was the zombie chaos before, we have not suffered the slightest impact here, and if there is a problem, NYPD will give priority to rescue us big taxpayers. They know who their parents are."

  The restaurant manager's words attracted a lot of laughter, and although Yoko was also in the restaurant, she had a weird feeling.

  Her family's conditions are very good, and she can be considered an elite class in Neon.

  Neon is actually very class-solidified, and it is even more difficult to climb up than Damei.

   And has been relying on the baptism of 'blood supremacy' to make ordinary people accept this.

but…

  Even if it was them, they wouldn't be separated like this!

  At least on the bright side, Neon cares about 'etiquette' very much!

  Listening to the soothing music in her ears, Yoko couldn't help feeling absurd.

  Then there seemed to be something in the manager's earphones. It should be the security personnel who closed the door and stationed below. Because the manager's position is near Yoko, and the sound is relatively loud, she also vaguely heard what was said.

  ‘Manager, it seems that it is really a zombie incident. It is a bit troublesome. Now we have cut off all the entrances and exits, and hope it is not a mutated infected body. '

   It's really a zombie!

   Sure enough, there is a laboratory nearby! Umbrella's lead was right!

  Because of the clues they provided, it caused the crowd gathered here, caused pressure on the laboratory, and then there was a leak?

   "I see, don't worry, the glass has been replaced with high-grade bulletproof glass last time, even those mutated zombies don't care, just stick to it, and then come up two to the stairs to give the guests a sense of security."

  Although the manager was shocked, he calmly gave the order.

  In fact, the infected bodies of those mutated zombies are like this. Although they have reached the limit of the human body, the most troublesome thing is the ability to infect. They may be able to invade the house through the window, but it is meaningless here!

   Besides, it is not sure whether it is a mutant infection.

   Now that the Internet is so developed, what's more, the scene is already in the focus area, and there are media from the candidate faction fueling the flames.

  So there was an accident here, a suspected biohazard incident, which instantly detonated the world.

  Neon is still early to finish!

  There are still a large number of scrapped cars on the streets that have not been cleaned up, and the air is still full of stench.

   As a result, Damei came here again?

   Aren't you guys still doing hearings?

  ——

   Update completed~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)