Welcome to Wanjie Tavern

Sitting behind the bar counter, Mu Mu looked at the cold man with slightly messy white hair and only one right eye left in front of him, holding a wine glass in his hand, shaking it gently, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Of course, what is more eye-catching is that guy's metal chin, alloy chin. Maybe the other party doesn't like this title, but the modified chin really helped this soldier resist the attack. The next well-known attack.

"Jack, I've known you for so long, I've always been curious, can your body still be paralyzed by alcohol?"

Tapping the table lightly with one finger, Mu Mu looked at the man who had been called Jack the Ripper since he was ten years old, and asked.

"My brain is still working. Although after the transformation, things like alcohol will not be paralyzed as long as I don't want to, but sometimes, eating food and drinking alcohol are all my nostalgia for my past life."

Jack, no, maybe it’s better to call him Raiden [Raiden]. As a killing machine that is busy killing people for 360 days out of [-] days a year, when facing his friends and family, Raiden brings The feeling given to others is simply unbelievable that the guy in front of him can even use his own weapon to split the battleship without changing his face.

"So what are you doing here today, you can't really ask me to recall the days when you were not reformed?"

Regarding Raiden's visit, Mumu doesn't think it's just a reminiscence between old friends. As an existence in the world of Metal Gear Solid that hasn't reformed himself, Mumu is quite special.

"Actually, I'm short of money."

"Are you serious?"

Will Raiden be short of money?Mu Mu felt that he must have been tossing with Shuten-douji too late last night, so his mental state was not very good.

It is unbelievable to Mumu that Thunder will be short of money. As a powerful mercenary, there will be basically no situation where the employer delays the money for the tasks performed by Thunder, because if they do that, it is estimated that they will soon There will be a modified human killer with red eyes coming to the door. If you want to prostitute the fighting power of Thunderbolt, it is best to weigh whether you have the courage to implant nano-metals into your body like a certain patriot.

"Yeah, actually, I'm not working for Maverick Security anymore."

"So you're a vagrant now?"

Mu Mu looked Lei Dian up and down. To be honest, Lei Dian's modified equipment, if you just pick out a little bit and sell it on the black market, it is estimated that Lei Dian's family can live a comfortable life for several years.

"Not at all, I still take some small orders, and sometimes I can get some rewards..."

"But those rewards are not even comparable to the one-time cost of maintaining your equipment, right?"

As Mu Mu said, Lei Dian's current situation is indeed a bit embarrassing. Activities without pay for the ideal in his heart, although Lei Dian's reputation is very good, but it does not help much materially.

As the saying goes, a penny is hard for a hero, even a mercenary as strong as Lei Dian, after losing a stable source of income, some unpleasant things will happen.

"So Ross complained to you about it?"

As a cyborg, he is guaranteed to have a reproductive system, and even has his own biological son. Compared with other people in the Metal Gear world, Raiden is really lucky.

"It's actually my son. I don't want him to follow my old path, so this is a very expensive thing."

"Ah, I probably understand, kid, there are so many places to spend money."

Nodding his head, Mu Mu said that he probably understood why Leiden was short of money.

"Let me help you find it, but your body has been transformed into this. If you want to hide it, it's really unrealistic to wrap it in a cloak or something, um... I have it!"

A list of tasks passed before Mu Mu's eyes. Suddenly, Mu Mu noticed a very interesting task.

[Urgent move: A powerful reformer, the price is negotiable.Posted by: Lucy]

"It seems to be a suitable place for a reformer like you to go. In addition to the reward given to you by the other party, this mission tavern will give you an objective reward separately. Is there any problem?"

Lei Dian is naturally fine, as long as he can earn money, he can take on any job, but because of his reputation in his own world, he won't do some shady jobs, but it's different in another world up.

In other worlds, there is no mercenary Lei Dian who punishes evil and promotes good for his own justice, but only a red-eyed Jack the Ripper.

"There are no detailed requirements on the time. If you are going, it is best to tell Rose and your son first, so that the family will not be able to find you when the time comes."

As soon as Mu Mu finished speaking, he realized that for Lei Dian, it would not be uncommon for him to disappear for ten days and half a month, so he pulled out the piece of paper with the mission information printed on it from the cash register beside him. , to Thunderbolt.

"Thank you."

Lei Dian took the mission and didn't stay any longer. This trip he came was fully armed. Not only did he bring his own high-frequency frequency knife, but even [Cun Yu] was hung in the scabbard around his waist.

I just don't know if Raiden will use Sam's fighting style, using gunpowder to explode and draw a knife to attack other people.

Mu Mu even saw the restored Saber Wolf when Thunder opened the gate. At this time, Mu Mu felt silent mourning for those enemies who were about to face Thunder.

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The tavern where Leiden was sent away returned to its former cleanliness, and Shuten-douji, who had been crazy all night with him, went back contentedly supporting his lower abdomen. I don't know how Ibaraki-douji would react after seeing Shuten's appearance.

Well, what Jiuten needs to pay attention to most is Raikou. According to her temperament, it is estimated that she will mock each other with Jiuten again.

Words like what kind of cow, small tablet, etc., often appear when Shuten and Raimitsu quarrel with each other.

"Crack-"

With the sound of the door opening inside the tavern, the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor sounded at the same time. The black boots were wrapped above the knees, and she was wearing a black gothic dress with a white one-piece swimsuit uniform under the dress. , with a pair of crisp white short hair under eyepatch-shaped military goggles.

"Master, Yoroha Troop, No. 2 B Type, 2B, report to you! The glory of the original humans will last forever!"

Chapter 120 - The Walking Dead

White walls, white curtains, white quilts, white wards.

The smell of disinfectant water permeated the air, and perhaps it had been a while, and the pungent smell left only a little subtle feeling left on the tip of people's noses.

Rick Grimes is a state policeman. Originally, his life should be ordinary and comfortable. He has a wife and a well-behaved son. Walsh was sitting in the police car eating french fries and chatting about homework. From time to time, he received a few notifications to catch the little thieves who knew nothing about their heights.

But something went wrong that day. Rick remembers clearly that on the radio, his colleague told him that there were only two suspects in the car. After paying the price of being shot on the body armor, Rick and Sean successfully shot and killed the two prisoners in the car.

However, just as Rick opened his body armor to check his injuries, a third prisoner hiding in the car appeared and pulled the trigger on Rick.

At the last second before falling, Rick saw his colleagues rushing towards him.

Rick can't remember what happened afterwards, he seemed to be sent to the hospital, and then underwent an operation. During this period, his wife, son, and colleagues all came to visit him, but the last thing Rick saw In the shot, Sean is holding a bouquet of flowers and sticking them by his bedside.

The memory ended here. When Rick woke up, he felt as if he had lost control of his body. He kept the same posture for a long time. Apart from numbness, there was basically nothing else happening to this feeling.

Moving his stiff muscles, Rick first called his friend Sean's name, but no one answered, and then he called the nurse, but still no one answered.

After moving his body a little more, Rick sat up while supporting the head of the bed.

In the vase on the side, there was the bouquet of flowers that Sean brought over, but the petals had withered. Rick reached out for a pinch, and the dry petals turned into powder and fell in Rick's palm.

What's going on here?

Rick didn't understand, he didn't know how long he had been in this state. The clock on the wall in the room had long been out of power, and the time stayed at 35:[-] in the afternoon.

"anyone there?"

Rick's voice echoed in the empty hospital, and no one answered. In the silent space, there was only the smell of rotting corpses, as well as the smell of disinfectant and gunpowder that had not completely dissipated after burning in the indoor space.

Rick frowned. He walked towards the door leaning on the stand used for IV drip, and carefully opened the door, only to find that the outside of the door seemed to be blocked by something.

Before he had time to think much about the content, Rick's body that hadn't eaten for a long time gathered the last bit of strength and pushed the door open.

There are lights on in the dead corridor, but some electric lights are obviously not working. With the falling sparks flickering, the scattered documents are everywhere on the ground. Rick glanced at a long and narrow corridor, relying on himself memory, and touched in the direction of the hall.

There should be a phone there, and the first thing to do is to get in touch with my family.

The shoulders and abdomen were still wrapped in bandages, but the wounds inside were almost healed. Rick tried to move a few times, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

Groping to the service desk in the lobby, Rick picked up the phone placed on the table, only to realize that the phone was no longer available. He rummaged through the messy counter, and finally found it from a small basket. A box of matches.

I lit one, and the light of the flame danced in the darkness, and the heat emitted reminded Rick that he was still alive or that he hadn't come to the legendary hell.

After Rick turned around, he saw the closed door facing the counter. Originally, there was only a layer of glass windows on the door, but now there was an extra layer of barbed wire.

Rick staggered and walked over. The corridor opposite the gate was the source of the smell of rotting corpses.

Under the flickering lights in the corridor, Rick saw the corpse lying on the ground. It was not a rotting corpse, but a broken skeleton with some human muscle tissue hanging on it.

Rick was terrified by the scene before him.

When he was a policeman in the past, he had never seen the sight of doing bad things more frightening than this scene before him.

He turned and walked in the other direction, but compared to the corridor he entered when he just left the room, the corridor here looked like it had been through some terrible battle.

The ceiling was blown apart, broken wires fell down, and a series of bullet holes appeared on the wall. Blood pooled on the ground. It could be seen that someone was shot and fell to this place before, but the body was missing. And fly.

Rick walked carefully through this messy corridor. At the end of the corridor, Rick saw a locked door.

【Do not open】

There was such a sentence written on the door with spray paint. Rick didn't understand why the door couldn't be opened.

He leaned over curiously, not because of anything else, but because this might be the final reason why the world became like this after he woke up.

A stench came from the crack of the door, and then Rick heard a sound like a gurgling from inside the door.

"what--"

Rick took a step back subconsciously, but with bare feet, he didn't notice the debris under his feet. Some sharp stones pierced his skin, which made Rick subconsciously scream.

The guys behind the gate seemed to have received some signal, and they hit the closed gate with a bang. Fortunately, there was a lock, Rick thought so, but in the next second, the lock wrapped around the gate handle On the ground, the loose chains fell under the impact, and a stench came out at the same time as the door was opened. The guys who appeared with this stench reminded Rick of the one he had seen with Sean once. movie.

zombies.

No matter what, Rick won't be doing well until he is caught by this group of flailing guys. He turned and ran towards the place he came from before. Bloody zombies.

"Boom!"

He quickly hid back in his previous ward, and pushed all the things that could be pushed over to block the door. Almost in the next second, the group of zombies chasing along the corridor rushed to the close by following the sound. The closed door of the ward.

Chapter 120 Three - Wanjie Security Company

Why has the world become like this?

Rick was leaning against the hospital bed in front of the door, and he was constantly thinking about all kinds of sundries on the bed, but the days of living on drip for a long time allowed Rick to carry out some mental activities. , will also feel a dizziness like suffocation.

"Boom thump thump----"

Outside the closed ward door came the sound of zombies smashing the door, mixed with a [/|

Calm down, calm down, and think about what to do next.

Rick took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his heartbeat, but unfortunately, in this situation, it is very difficult for people to keep calm.

At least Rick can't do it right now.

Outside the door was a group of zombies with festering skin and a stench, and the ward he was in was on the third floor of a member of the hospital. This was the information Rick had obtained after observing through the glass.

Under normal circumstances, Rick might still think about tearing the bed sheet and making a rope and slipping down the window, but now Rick let alone go down the rope, just let him tear the bed sheet Can't do it.

The low growls of the zombies outside the door became louder and louder, and the increasing number of them were constantly impacting on the door of the ward. The bed blocking the door of the ward gradually fell out of position under the impact. Rick quickly supported the bed to avoid the door. The group of guys outside broke in.

But in this way, Rick must maintain the movement of supporting the hospital bed, otherwise, within a few seconds, the zombies outside the door will rush in and tear him to pieces, just like the one in the corridor before. Like a dead body.

Are you going to die here today?

Such a thought flashed through Rick's mind. He raised his head, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw something shining with metallic luster in the bedside table beside him.

It was a cell phone, a very ordinary push-button cell phone.

The ecstatic Rick reached out and took out his mobile phone from the drawer. Along with the mobile phone, there was also a white business card with a line of English printed on it, [Wanjie Security Company, the first choice for safety].

What a blessing in misfortune, the mobile phone in Rick's hand still has the last trace of power, and Rick, who was in despair, couldn't care less, he dialed the phone number on his business card, and heard the phone ring. That familiar beep, Rick swore it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

There was a languid female voice on the line, who sounded like one of those insurance company guys who eat donuts and drink coffee and fish at work.

But now Rick didn't care that much anymore, he used his trembling voice to describe his current situation, location, and the group of vicious zombies outside the door.

By the way, he also reminded the people on the other end of the phone to bring more weapons.

"Okay, we know the situation, the people who deal with the problem will go there immediately, please stay where you are and don't leave."

The other party hung up after saying this sentence, and at the same time that the other party hung up the phone, Rick's mobile phone turned off automatically due to insufficient power.

The rest of the time is waiting. Although Rick vaguely feels that he does not seem to have any money to pay this security company, but the most important thing is to survive.

I don't know how long these people are supposed to be here soon, Rick turned his face and glanced at the door of the ward that was crumbling under the impact of the zombies, hoping that when those people came here, they didn't have to collect their corpses.

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The low roar outside the door suddenly disappeared, as if his attention was attracted by something else.

Through the cracked door, Rick, who noticed the strange situation outside the door, quickly got up and looked out along the crack of the door. The zombies who were blocking the door were attracted by something on the side of the corridor, and they turned around. He walked in the direction and walked over there.

Rick was lying on the door, trying to figure out what was going on outside.

However, apart from some kind of sharp weapon quickly separating the body, and the sound of electric current flowing like being stuffed in a jar, the electric light on the ceiling of the corridor was shattered, and Rick could only see two vaguely flashing figures , and flying blue thread-like objects.