The World is Sick

"Three days ago, a strange small-scale earthquake occurred in the sea area of ​​the Dragon Triangle in Japan, and a fishing boat passing by nearby saw the sinking of a mysterious island from a distance!"

"More importantly, they rescued two people who fell into the water."

"The intelligence personnel of the Crawford family compared the photos with the crew members, and one of them is my father!"

Earl Laura, who had never been reserved at all, kicked open the half-closed living room door and waved the information in his hand to Kevin.

Earl Richard actually escaped from Queen Himiko's tomb ahead of schedule?It's really gratifying to congratulate, as expected, without this cheating daughter present, the chance of surviving is much higher.

But what's the use of your being in such a hurry?

Even if you want the BSAA's field personnel to cooperate, you have to let a biochemical crisis break out in their place.

Otherwise, we can at most lay out the red carpet for the arrival of the old Patriarch.

"I checked, and the last place they appeared was the bed city in Japan!"

Laura didn't care about the identity of her light bulb at all, and her excitement could no longer accommodate other things.

And the Commander, who was lying in Alice's arms as if resigned to his fate, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Holy crap, the bed is in charge? !It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

ps1: Let me explain first that the author decided to delete all the photos and never upload them again. It was just a good intention at first, but it turned out.

2. Reply to the question in Chapter 35, Ada used the hard disk to re-engrave the data of the Red Queen.

As mentioned earlier, Ada was the first person to remove the main board, so she had enough time to re-engrave the data before the main board was removed.

It's just that the time to remove the hard disk has been delayed, and there is no logical problem.

3. In addition, if there are personal attacks, insults, or black and black posts in the book review area, all posts will be deleted and banned.

4. Tell me about my current situation: every day from 1:6 to [-]:[-] p.m., I have to make up lessons for students, and give feedback in the evening.

Therefore, in order not to affect everyone's pursuit of books, I update the time from 1:5 pm to 6:[-] pm, and release it on time at [-]:[-] am, without saving manuscripts.

Sleeping in the morning during the day has been like this for almost a week.

Some readers like my book, so I am responsible for it. I consider myself a more responsible and gentle person, but I am really angry when I see some comments recently.

I hope that everyone comes here to appreciate the story, not to show a sense of superiority.

Thank you very much for reading my book, so be it.

Chapter 63 Chapter 60 Dear friend, would you please die?

Bed Lord City, Oshima Secret Research Institute.

A group of militants in standard black combat uniforms, with weird red triangle epaulettes on their right arms and German MP5 submachine guns, broke into it and started a frenzied killing.

In just a quarter of an hour, the affiliated personnel of this secret research institute were basically cleaned up.

Commander Constantine took off his gas mask casually, breathed in the sweet and bloody smell permeating the corridor, and paused with his refreshing cropped hair to match the beat of the music.

But the slowly moving steps, stepping on the uneven corpse, brought him a kind of psychological pleasure and relaxation.

This is the fucking life of a human being!

Think about being on that deserted island where birds don’t shit. After staying for nearly ten years, I was like a mole every day, digging holes and filling soil.

What's more, women!Good wine!cigarette!The scarcity of these materials is equivalent to none!

Even what he eats is canned food and seafood picked up by the sea all day long.

If I stay any longer, I really don't know if I went crazy first, or if the shitty Yamatai Queen's tomb was found first.

Fortunately, the white-haired man came. He not only rescued that old bastard Richard, but also took away the main collection of Himiko's tomb, and indirectly let Constantine end the damn excavation work.

Although the things that might be obtained were taken away by that person first, but it was thanks to this bastard that he was able to escape from the deserted island, so Konstantin actually felt a little relief in his heart.

However, the fly in the ointment is that after the tomb of "Queen Himiko" was excavated, the deserted island actually sank in the submarine earthquake.

If it were not for the ships that regularly delivered their daily necessities, they would have been reduced to fish feed in the sea.

Forget it, now that you are out of the sea of ​​suffering, let's indulge in this good place!

blood!Howling!fear!die!Only such a perfect movement can prove that you are alive!

At this time, Constantine hummed Schubert's soothing serenade, walked in a pool of blood, and dragged a tall researcher who was huddled in the doorway, and shot him in the head with a gun.

And the nearby team members took the initiative to avoid the commander who was immersed in the thrill of killing.

Captain, he... went crazy again!

During the past days on the deserted island, the originally reserved and proud commander gradually became crazy and nervous due to the passage of time.

The excavation work in the Yamatai Queen's cemetery actually did not cause much loss of personnel.

Instead, it was the dead souls who died at Constantine's hands, accounting for one-third of the total consumption.

The lesson of blood once told these soldiers that anyone who dares to interrupt the commander's movement when he is "playing" will become a note made of blood.

After meticulous cleaning, except for the core laboratory, the entire Oshima Secret Research Institute was completely occupied.

The soldiers deftly dragged the corpses, ready to throw them outside and burn them en masse.

And on the cliff overlooking the main city, several missile launchers are being arranged nervously.

"Ready?"

Constantine unhurriedly came to the cliff to check, looking at the main city of the bed, full of bloodthirsty and madness.

"Action at any time, sir!"

The technicians, who were busy setting the parameters, were a little apprehensive about the commander's arrival, and immediately stepped forward to promise.

"The Umbrella Company is really down and out, even the stuff at the bottom of the box has to be sold..."

"Alright, it's convenient for us to move..."

Constantine observed the "umbrella" logo on the missile with great interest, and sighed.

Because of the biohazard in Raccoon City, the group of arms dealers were already overwhelmed, and even the European branch was divided up.

In addition, those shameless high-level officials in the US military unilaterally tore up orders for biological and chemical weapons, and imposed judicial sanctions and other measures.

The current Umbrella Company can be said to be a phoenix that is not as good as a chicken. In order to make up for the gap in the capital chain, it even sold all types of biochemical weapons to the black market.

This kind of cabbage price for cutting meat, not to mention the "Holy Trinity Church" with their rich family, even black uncles in Africa and Arab bearded beards in the Middle East can make up two pieces.

"Are you sure what's inside, can it cover the entire bed city?"

Konstantin finally asked some detailed questions to avoid unnecessary mistakes.

"In order to please the U.S. military, the Umbrella Company won an order to carry missiles with the most advanced sub-warhead design..."

"Thus, only three pieces are needed, and the concentrated T-virus inside can be sprinkled all over the main city in a way similar to artificial rainfall, and we...have five pieces!"

"Although according to the latest data from Umbrella, after experiencing the 'flu' in various countries around the world, people have somewhat developed resistance to the T virus."

"But this new type of gadget is still effective for most people!"

The technicians know everything and talk endlessly, for fear of offending the commander who is obviously mentally abnormal because of the details.

"Okay, it's scheduled to launch in ten minutes, so that these fools will learn to be in awe!"

Constantine nodded with a smile, then drew out his pistol, and led the subordinates who had already taken control of the situation to the core laboratory.

Meanwhile, the core lab.

The director of the Oshima Research Institute in a white coat heard no gunshots outside the explosion-proof door, and sat on the ground leaning against the wall in pain, with his hands inserted into the black hair.

The face under the glasses looked weak and helpless.

"Why! My research is obviously saving the world. Don't they want this uncontrollable power so much?"

On the contrary, the director of the research institute beside him appeared extremely calm, as if he had expected everything.

"No! I can't let them do whatever they want! I must protect this achievement!"

"Counterattack! Must counterattack!"

"That should work!"

The director of the Weak Research Institute, who was muttering to himself anxiously, suddenly seemed to realize something, and cast his loving and guilty eyes on the glass cultivation cabin in the center.

In the vessel that was filled with "amniotic fluid", a girl in a white straitjacket with long pink hair and a shawl floated quietly, like a sleeping beauty waiting to be awakened by the prince.

"Sorry, real name, forgive Dad for waking you up..."

The frail director of the research institute quickly rushed to the console, and pressed his right hand to the valve for emptying the liquid in the culture chamber.

"Next, I'm going to inject myself with the legacy void genome. If anything happens to me, it's all up to you, old friend!"

The director lowered his head and his voice was low.

"Hei Zhou, are you really not going to consider my suggestion anymore?"

"As long as we give this thing to them, not only can we save our lives, but we can even indirectly prove to the world the miracle born in our hands!"

The director of the institute frowned slightly, with a firm attitude, and shook his head again.

"Shuichiro, handing this thing over to those thugs outside will only turn this world into purgatory!"

"Science may not be good or evil, but people's hearts should be able to distinguish right from wrong!"

Shuichiro took a deep breath, his originally gloomy expression seemed to relax, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Well then, I respect your decision..."

"so…"

The young director of the research institute smiled brightly at his friend while opening the valve of the cultivation cabin.

"Shuichiro, I knew..."

"boom!"

Amidst the muffled gunshots, coquettish blood bloomed on the director's chest, and his expression of joy and relief finally solidified into shock and bewilderment.

"Please...go to hell... my best friend..."

The director took out a silk cloth from his pocket, carefully wiped the fingerprints on the handle of the gun, then turned and opened the door, and stuffed it into Constantine's hand.