Zeng Yunfeng walked to the intersection and saw the sign at the intersection. Five kilometers ahead, there was a umbrella home in Raccoon City. Zeng Yunfeng cursed silently in his heart, "Sun."

All this is as Zeng Yunfeng thought, this is the world of Resident Evil, and the Raccoon City District will be dropped a nuclear bomb soon.

Now that he is weak, he still has to run with the nuclear bomb. Whether he can dodge the nuclear bomb is his only chance to get life now.

Running with the nuclear bomb and thinking about it, he felt very sad. If you want to run through the nuclear bomb, you have to at least pass through the entire raccoon city. The Umbrella Company does a great job and helpless. They will razor the entire raccoon city to the ground, but they still cannot stop the spread of the virus.

Zeng Yunfeng looked at the scratch on his left hand, his face looked a little ugly. He was scratched by the thing when he was shooting the thing on the plane just now. Zeng Yunfeng couldn't figure out whether the nails of this thing could spread the virus. Is this method also going to have problems?

Zeng Yunfeng was helpless and didn't expect that he would have to endure several tests as soon as he arrived in this place. Not only were there plane accidents, but also hijacks, but also those things.

Zeng Yunfeng sighed, tightened his backpack tightly, and walked into a supermarket. The supermarket was already a mess, the goods on the shelves were looted in a mess, and the cashier died in the corner of the door. Zeng Yunfeng took a look and the blood was already a little black. The cashier lying on the ground was a middle-aged Asian woman.

This person was shot to death, and the big hole in the back of his head can tell the problem. In this world, this place, and this country, such things happen frequently, and Asian lives are not fate.

Beating and insulting are very common, especially during special difficult times. They will vent their emotions on yellow people and rob their resources. They can slaughter them at will, just like a group of beasts. In the same way, when they seem to be shooting Asians to death, it is not violent, but a common thing, just as simple as harvesting a scalp for fifty cents, because these Asians rarely resist under the influence of thousands of years of culture.

Zeng Yunfeng shook his head and walked towards the supermarket. The compressed biscuits on the supermarket shelves were packed into his backpack by Zeng Yunfeng. He also took some water from the origin of non-raccoon city, hoping that the water has not been contaminated yet.

At the corner, he saw some kitchen equipment, and he thought that the short fruit knife would be used later. He picked seven or eight of them and put them in his backpack, and then took five from the shelf and inserted them on his waist.

I found a box of screwdrivers from the home tools and put them in my bag.

As I walked past the cash register, I swept away a large bag of lighters from the shelves in front of the cash register.

Looking at the Asian middle-aged woman who was already lying silently on the ground, Zeng Yunfeng took out two hundred dollars from his bag and slapped it on the table at the cashier, and then shook his head.

Zeng Yunfeng had just walked out of the supermarket and a police car whizzed past the door again, but did not stop at the supermarket at all, even though the huge floor-to-ceiling window glass at the entrance of the supermarket had been scattered.

Zeng Yunfeng suddenly remembered something, turned around and returned to the supermarket, took a Marlboro from the shelves and put it in his bag, and took another piece of paper money. Now, the money is not used, and it is probably not very useful in the future.

Zeng Yunfeng, who came out again, had Marlboro in his mouth, a bag behind him, and a gun was inserted between his waist.

Taking advantage of not dying, I felt good about it for a while before talking about it. I took out a lighter and lit my cigarette. As soon as I took a sip, Zeng Yunfeng started coughing violently, coughing~~cough~.

Zeng Yunfeng took a look at his Marlboro and found that the tar content on it was not particularly high. Why was it so choking when smoking? He didn't expect that this body wouldn't smoke.

The sound of police cars roaring in the distance, one after another, never stopped, and then there were explosions from time to time. Zeng Yunfeng wandered alone on the Green Forest Avenue, he didn't know his family and identity.

Now that he has nowhere to go, his luggage has been reimbursed at the moment when the plane crashes into the river. He has seen the places where his luggage is placed in his seat, there is nothing there, and the moment the impact, he doesn't know where the things have flown. The large luggage may be placed in the luggage compartment, but the luggage compartment has now sunk into the river. He has no idea which one is his, so there is no way to talk about his identity.

He didn't know who he was. This guy didn't even have a wallet, he didn't have money on him, and he didn't know where he went to his passport.

What a sad thing this is, when you come to a world and live as someone who no one knows.

At this time, he could only walk slowly on Green Forest Avenue, one whizzing after another, and the vehicles burning on the roadside. None of these scenes could touch him. He was incompatible with the world and had nothing to do with it.

Even if he saves those people, those people have nothing to do with him, and he cannot have the desire to save people.

After smoking a cigarette, Zeng Yunfeng yawned. Now he actually wants to find a place to sleep instead of walking around outside.

Zeng Yunfeng had a wallet in his backpack. The white man's name was written in that wallet. The white man was Smith. The money in the wallet was not much, only more than 1,000 US dollars.

There are several bank cards in it, but Zeng Yunfeng doesn't know the password. Besides, it probably won't be very useful after a while.

After a while, the entire World Bank will probably not work. Zeng Yunfeng's backpack is stuffed with compressed biscuits and high-calorie food. He knows that life will be difficult in the future, and these things will be the basic guarantee for his survival. He wants to grow up quickly.

Those things that like to eat people without any consciousness are very physically exhausting when fighting. If you can get some guns, of course it would be the best.

Zeng Yunfeng walked along the road, hoping to discover a weapon or gun shop so that he could replenish his firepower. If he only relied on two Glock pistols, he would probably be swallowed up by the tide of people-eating things soon.

Just as he reached the intersection, he turned around and the corners of Zeng Yunfeng's mouth were raised, and there was a plaque at the intersection of the street in front of him, saying a few words "The world is for the public"

This is Chinatown, and the most indispensable part of Chinatown is the kitchen and restaurant. The kitchen and restaurants of Chinatown adhere to some Chinese kitchen operation models. These restaurants are indispensable for kitchen knives and special knife types, and those knives may be his best weapon.

Not to mention the little zombies, even a bull's head can be chopped off for him with one knife, but I hope he can find these things, and I hope these kitchens can have these things. If you can find large knives similar to sabers in these places, it would be great.

Zeng Yunfeng walked to a place and stopped. There were waves of meat fragrance coming from it. He looked up and saw a few words written in the restaurant at the door, which were "roujiamo lamb bone soup". Zeng Yunfeng's mouth curled, and there must be no shortage of knives here.

Zeng Yunfeng pushed the door and entered. The whole Roujiamo was silent. There were only some dim lights that the store was opening, but the blood at the door made Zeng Yunfeng look solemn. Zeng Yunfeng silently took out his gun from his waist, touching the fruit knife around his waist with his left hand, and adjusting the knife handle to a comfortable position to draw the knife.
Chapter completed!