My Girls Are All Biochemical Monsters, What Should I Do?

"Okay, Rita is also here." Tiriris nodded.

So you just sentenced your husband to death? !Husband is still hurting!

The two monster girls who reached an agreement looked at Li Yexing at the same time, like hunters staring at their prey, with a frightening light in their eyes.

Li Yexing's facial muscles twitched violently...

It's hard...

...Extra2.5. End...

Volume 3 Mission.1-[-]. The macho debut

On a windless night, the pale moonlight shrouded the dilapidated land, illuminating the ruins after the war.

A group of blacks with AK-47s on their backs, wearing small red hats and tattered army green clothes, gathered around a fire and quarreled. People like this, in this ruined town, There are many more, they gather in twos and threes, some are patrolling, some are sitting on the ground, speaking in an incomprehensible language.

However, when several people got together and didn't know what to say, a black man suddenly convulsed violently and fell to the ground like an epileptic seizure. The people beside him were not only not in a hurry, but also let out grotesque laughter. In the next second, the neck of the black man who was twitching earlier was torn open, blood was splashed everywhere, and a large mass of flesh and blood rapidly swelled from the opening of his neck like a water-absorbing sponge. Then, tiny tentacles It pierced through the pile of irregular flesh and blood with the jointed limbs like spider legs, and shook its teeth and claws in the air, as if it wanted to leave the black man's body with the lump of flesh and blood.

The black man dropped the gun in his hand like a walking corpse and stood up slowly. His almost broken neck was bleeding, and a large group of foreign objects with fangs and claws grew out of his wound. The scene was so weird and indescribable.

The black man next to him seemed to be used to this. He smiled and raised his gun at his already weird companion, aiming at the foreign object on his neck. The next moment, there was a loud gunshot, accompanied by a magazine being emptied. The black man with the torn neck finally fell to the ground, and the fleshy ball growing from his wound was constantly spraying yellow and red liquid, quickly drying up like a leaking water ball.

The rest of the blacks roared with laughter, as if something funny had just happened.

The black man who shot the gun spoke incomprehensible words, and the remaining blacks immediately brought a bucket of gasoline and poured it on the corpse. The next moment, the flames blazed, and several blacks gathered around the fire lit by the corpse of their companions. , and continued talking and laughing, the atmosphere seemed to be more pleasant.

On the tower in the distance, a tall Caucasian man put down the binoculars in his hand, with a dignified expression.

He has a golden hair in threes and sevens, wearing a thin tights on his upper body, jeans on his lower body, sneakers on his feet, and an AK-47 with blood on his back. He took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket and started to contact , After a while, a female face wearing glasses appeared on the phone screen.

"Oh! Leon, thank God, you have been out of contact for more than twelve hours." The woman on the phone said, with a look of relief.

"Don't worry, Hangnigan, it's just delayed by some small things. The locals are a little too enthusiastic about outsiders. They kindly invited me without my consent, but I don't like them very much, so I took advantage of the banquet Slipped away before it even started."

"It's a euphemism..." The woman whom Leon called Hangnigan on the phone asked with a smile, "How is the situation over there?"

"Things are bad here, I've confirmed that there are BOWs on the field, it looks a lot like Las PL g as parasites in Spain, I'm pretty sure troops on both sides are infected, they'll do it on their own Execute the members of the Baneling and incinerate the corpses."

"Very well, Leon, next, you need to find strong evidence that they used BOW in the war, so that outside organizations have a legitimate reason to intervene in this civil unrest, and after all this is done, you will bring our local informants Detour to Somalia, where we will pick you up for evacuation." On the phone, Hangnigan quickly arranged for Lyon's next itinerary.

"There are no more sources," Leon said.

"What?" Hangnigan didn't realize what Leon was saying for a moment.

"There are no more informants..." Seeing Hangnigan's bewildered expression, Leon explained to her: "Our informant was caught by the rebels during the exchange of fire between the government forces and the rebels. Roasted alive."

"Oh my God..." Hang Nigan rubbed his forehead.

"That scene is like the Resident Evil version of "Eagle Down". To be honest, I'm fed up with this place. I haven't even eaten a bite of food so far today. I'm starving." Leon turned towards Hang Nigan complained.

"Okay, Leon..." Hangnigan said to Leon with some helplessness: "Next, you just need to get the relevant evidence, it's best to investigate who provided them with BOW, and then you can evacuate from Somalia , I have to make a report, our informant is gone..."

"See you later, Hangnigan." After finishing speaking, Leon turned off the communication. He raised his head and looked down at the dilapidated town with a solemn expression.

This is South Africa, Malvia, a very turbulent small country. The conflict between the government armed forces and the anti-government armed forces is continuing to intensify. Logically speaking, such a poor and remote small country, even if you beat the dog's brains out of the people outside I don't bother to care about it, but just a month ago, the intelligence department received rumors that monsters appeared on the Malvia battlefield.

Leon S. Kennedy, Raccoon City survivor and US agent affiliated with the CIA, arrived about four days ago and was warmly welcomed by local rebels, his contacts were grilled in public, and he He was graciously kept in a certain military camp until the government troops stormed the town, he ran out while chaotic, and recovered his communicator by the way.

Too bad I lost my coat again...

But there is nothing to be distressed about, after all, my salary is really high.

Leon was thinking about his next move, when suddenly, he saw a figure flashing in the ruins not far below the tower.

Leon hurriedly raised the binoculars, and saw a woman who looked to be about 47 years old hiding in the ruins in the distance. Her skin was wheat-colored, but a little darker. She wore a black single ponytail and wore clothes on her upper body that were convenient for movement. She is wearing a black vest, army green trousers on her lower body, high-top boots on her feet, and unidentifiable tattoos on her shoulders. At this time, she is holding an AK-[-] and looking at the ruins carefully. the other side of the

Who is this guy?

……

"Tea, sir." The perfect maid Rita's voice came from next to Li Yexing's ear.

The perfect maid in a black lace rose backless maid outfit elegantly took two bone china cups filled with black tea from the dinner plate, gently placed them on the table, and then stepped aside smiling with the dinner plate.

Picking up the teacup, he took a sip, and Li Yexing, with his legs crossed, raised his head and looked at the man with glasses in a suit and leather shoes sitting across from him, and then he found that the eyes of the man with glasses were staring at Rita motionlessly.

Kicking the table lightly, Li Yexing said coldly, "Sir, can we talk about business?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I lost my composure..." The man with glasses was taken aback by Li Yexing's kicking the table. He smiled and expressed his apology, but his eyes still glanced at Rita who was beside him.

"Where were we talking?"

"Sanlian Pharmaceutical." Li Yexing reminded with a cold face.

"Oh, yes, yes, Sanlian Pharmaceutical, I am a senior consultant of the African branch of Sanlian Pharmaceutical, my name is..."

"Lusen Omar, I know." Li Yexing kicked the table again, and said impatiently: "Tell me something I don't know, what is your commission?"

"Oh, yes, entrustment, that's it, Mr. Li, we hope you can go to Africa and help us deal with a person."

With an embarrassed smile on his face, Lu Sen, a senior consultant from Sanlian Pharmaceutical, pushed a photo in front of Li Yexing.

Li Yexing casually grabbed the photos on the table and looked at them carefully.

In the photo, there is a girl with a black single ponytail

……