The World is Sick

Alice's fingertips gently slid over the newborn skin on Kevin's chest, and curiosity shone in her green eyes.

The wounded person lying on the hospital bed, at this moment, a trace of sadness rose from the eyes of the female director's arms with loose muscles, body fluid exchange...body fluid exchange...fuck your uncle's body fluid exchange.

"Prick!" The piercing sound of steel rubbing echoed in the hut. Kevin found someone who forgot to bring a knife, and used a key to pierce the general's can, and then tore off the iron sheet with his bare hands.

The inadvertent display of terrifying wrist strength made his face full of despair.

The comparison of force value is too obvious, if you have any bold ideas, you will die faster!

"You've lost a lot of blood, and you'll feel a little weak and dizzy during this time. Come on, let's eat something first to replenish your strength."

Alice picked up the heated military can, and turned around to find the boy with a stiff expression standing behind her, smiling and passing the metal can.

Although the environment can change a person, some bottom lines must never be touched, so what dirty things are you thinking about!

Kevin smiled wryly at himself, then looked serious, nodded his thanks, took the military cans and walked out of the hut, sat on the gentle slope, and filled the food mouth by mouth.

After dealing with the traces in the house, Alice came to Kevin, sat down slowly, and found that his eyebrows were tightly knit, as if he was troubled by something.

"Do you have something on your mind?" After eating the canned food, the female executive threw the empty shell into the trunk of the car and turned to ask the boy.

Kevin shook his head and didn't answer, what to say, should he tell her clearly: he wants to have a close contact with her at a close distance, or is he going to have a bed exercise that crosses friendship with each other?

After noticing the boy's inexplicable depression, Alice took out a bottle of wine from the trunk, unscrewed the cork, poured the scarlet wine into a cleaned military can, and raised her glass to Kevin

"Beautiful little guy, I hope this thing ends and you and I can survive."

The unrestrained and heroic posture that is rare for women made Kevin lose his mind for a while, but if the half-ridiculous prefix could be removed, the effect would be even better.

The scarlet wine was poured down by the female executive with her neck upturned. Without the pretentiousness of western food wine tasting etiquette, the red wine tasted bold.

Kevin subconsciously took the remaining half bottle of red wine, and the moment he picked up the can, the boy's eyes flashed with inspiration.

Seed... information... Its purpose should be to hope that Alice and I can complete the copying of each other's information... Maybe there is a more suitable method...

"I was thinking, if you manage to bring down the umbrella company alive this time, can you grant the fantasy of an adolescent boy."

Kevin looked back at the foggy Acre Mountains, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the side of his face.

"What?" Alice didn't know why.

"Give me a chance to pursue you." Kevin smiled even wider, but there was a trace of apprehension and joy in his heart.

Once, in his hazy memory in another world, the heroic female warrior in front of him had satisfied his longing for the opposite sex.

"You will trouble me a lot." Alice raised her left hand wearing the wedding ring, showing a polite rejection of the young boy's pursuit.

"How about being my nominal girlfriend for a day? I promise, it's only in name."

Although Kevin's eyes revealed a trace of fascination with beauty, they were pure and innocent, and he made a serious request.

Alice is a hearty and slightly rebellious "bad girl". After thinking about this interesting request for a moment, she shrugged her shoulders and pretended to nod helplessly.

"So..." Kevin stretched out his hand and scratched the sharp edge of the can, and a streak of bright red blood dripped into two crude containers filled with wine respectively.

"According to the ancient tradition among warriors, make an oath to each other."

Blood oath... an ancient tradition that only exists in chivalry novels, really a little guy poisoned by fantasy works.

Alice couldn't help chuckling, but she didn't refuse. Following the boy's approach, she also cut her fingers and dripped blood into the wine vessels between them.

"Respect the oath! Respect tomorrow!" Kevin got up and clinked glasses with a serious expression.

"Live!" Alice followed suit with great interest, seeming to be immersed in this role-playing game.

But as an executive of the umbrella company, she is more aware of the strength of the forces behind her than the members of this group of international mysterious organizations, and she is also ready to face death threats.

Because, you can shrink back in the face of fear, but the premise is that you must never abandon your humanity.

At this time, the dark voice in the depths of Kevin's consciousness has already sounded.

"Initial mission completed..."

"The data of the savior is being copied..."

"Information Anchor Confirmation..."

"Void particles are stable..."

"Open the auxiliary combat template..."

Name: Kevin Lee (existence state is stable) (the quasi-anchor point has not been cut in, it has been sealed)

Price: The Fool (D) (Determines the growth limit, the peak value of the five basic attributes is 20 points, and the comprehensive value is 100 points.)

Level: LV1 0/100 (Erasure the virus species, you will get a world gift, that is, evolution points of different values, and you can gain 2 points of free attributes for each level up.)

Power: 8

Constitution: 12

Sensitivity: 10

Wisdom: 11

Perception: 14

Comprehensive value: 55

Apocalypse: Unlocked, pending trigger.

While drinking each other's blood, Kevin realized that the illusory feeling originally brought by his body disappeared, and there seemed to be an inexplicable connection with this world somewhere.

The exchange of body fluids is not limited to certain physiological exercises, and blood seems to be one of them.

Kevin's thoughts calmed down, and he felt a little relaxed, and he didn't have to live in fear anymore!Recalling the history of blood and tears in the past half month, he almost burst into tears.

After dealing with all the things at hand tonight, you can escape from this ghost place of Raccoon City in the dark.

After resting for a while again, the boy saw the sunset in the sky, and recalled Angela, the little angel at home, who was still waiting for him to feed.

So he walked out of the forest hut, came to the gentle slope, and said goodbye to Alice who was on guard nearby.

The female supervisor had a good impression of the connector who had helped her, so she smiled and nodded politely.

But then, she looked around at the Acre Mountains that were gradually shrouded in darkness, and a haze appeared in her eyes.

"Wait, hold it!" Just as Kevin was walking towards his Beetle, Alice stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, pulled out a Beretta M92 pistol from the holster on his back waist, and handed it over.

There was a hint of hesitation on Kevin's face, and he didn't take the pistol.

"For self-defense, the entire Acre Mountains are almost within the radiation range of the hive, I'm afraid it's not safe on the road..."

The female supervisor seems to be secretive about the Acre Mountains, and tourists have frequently disappeared recently.

Although the Umbrella Company controlled the public opinion, these news were not seen in the newspapers, but Alice instinctively smelled a hint of danger.

Kevin smiled bitterly: "The problem is, I can't shoot..."

His expression was a little embarrassed. After all, the gun ownership rate of American men, nearly 42%, seems to be very small?

But don't forget that the so-called men also include the elderly and children.

Moreover, even if the rest of the male group does not have exclusive guns, they have more or less undergone preliminary firearms training. College students like Kevin who have never touched a gun are even rarer than giant pandas.

"Pacifist?" Alice smiled half-smile, feeling that the little guy's expression in front of her was very interesting.

"It's sort of..." Recalling the good and safe living environment before, Kevin nodded helplessly.

"Hold it well, open the insurance, keep your wrist straight, three points and one line..."

The female supervisor got up, and stuck up from behind without any explanation, her arms overlapped with Kevin's hands, and they jointly controlled the Beretta M92.

"12 o'clock direction!" With a whisper in his ear, Kevin pulled the trigger instinctively.

"Bang!" Accompanied by the bird's startled cry, the orange shell case fell to the ground, and the recoil of the pistol caused his wrist to sink slightly.

The bullet that was originally aimed at a fir tree 20 meters away flew to nowhere.

"Very good, now relax your fingers, adjust your breathing, stabilize your body, and keep the muzzle slightly downward..."

"Come again! 4 o'clock, 8 o'clock, and 9 o'clock!"

Alice seemed to be immersed in the joy of teaching, and did not notice at all that due to the violent twisting of her body, her curves and Kevin's back were almost tightly glued together.

Of course, the figure of this brown-haired lady belongs to the open plains, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a freshly baked steel plate.

The "student" in Alice's arms seems to be immersed in the learning of shooting, constantly making fine-tuning of movements, and the range of impact points is constantly accurate.

In a trance, the two seemed to have achieved the synchronization of spirit and body.

After emptying a magazine, Kevin woke up like a dream, and the snake-like vertical pupils with intertwined patterns in the depths of his eyes gradually transformed into a normal form.

On his retina, Alice's body was used as a model, constantly changing postures, and the shadow of shooting with a gun gradually dispersed.

Needle-like stings followed, and the savior's vast knowledge of firearms understanding and use began to be poured into his brain frantically.

"Congratulations now, you've officially become a bad boy!" After the job was done, Alice smiled with satisfaction, and patted Kevin on the buttocks like a prank.

However, when she turned around and was about to continue teasing this fast-improving little guy, the female director's brows furrowed together: "You have a nosebleed? Could it be that this medicine has some unknown side effects?"

Kevin shook his head blankly, and Alice then took out the alcohol swab from the medical kit to disinfect Kevin to stop the bleeding, with a worried face.

"There is nothing wrong with my body. It may be dry and hot recently, and my anger is strong. Just drink more hot water."

Kevin came back to his senses, talked nonsense, and buried the shock in his eyes.

His brain is like an overloaded CPU, absorbing the knowledge about the use of firearms into different memory partitions.

And made his own understanding of the manipulation of such firearms gradually become an instinct branded in his soul.

At the same time, amidst the frictional sound of gears turning, the faint mechanical sound came again.

"Remaining times of apocalypse baptism (2/3)..."

"World line changes..."

"Natural disaster mission trigger: [Poison of origin] - Raccoon City crisis (countdown 3 days, 10 hours, 15 minutes, 12 seconds)."

"1. Find the key elements of T virus samples, antidote, and experimental data."

"2. Remove the Red Queen CPU."

"3. Destroy the Umbrella Corporation underground hive."

"4. Stop the destruction of Raccoon City."

The muscles on Kevin's face kept twitching. Although his heart was extremely tough, he still couldn't bear the impact in front of him.