"puff!"

The 9mm warhead shot straight through the left thigh of "Claire", and blood immediately gushes out from the thumb-sized opening, gushing out, streaking across the edge of the leg with a texture of strength, and infecting the black seat.

The secretion of adrenaline caused "Claire" to feel only a moment of paralysis, and he had to wait for a while before he felt the burning and tearing pain.

"Ah...ah!

"But that didn't stop "Claire" from screaming.

"Shut up."

Leon pointed the gun at "Claire"'s head again, and asked again: "How to escape from this illusion, please note, you only have this one chance."

"you"

This "Claire" was just about to say, "You are sick! Why are you so crazy when you have nothing to do?!".

But then I thought, since Leon is really a "madman", then if "she" doesn't say and do what Leon said, "her" head will definitely be in danger.

However, "Claire" really couldn't understand the "illusion" that Leon mentioned.

"She" tried to calm down, and after being silent for a few seconds, she finally shook her head, pretending to be desperate, and said: "I'm sorry, I can't answer your question, because I don't even know you are there."

say what!"

Seeing "Clair" break the jar, Leon couldn't help but start to doubt whether his judgment was correct.

After all, Claire Redfield is the sister of his colleague, and the real Claire is in charge of the "volunteer" industry in the main universe, and there is absolutely no way she could appear on Slilan in Universe 03.

Thinking about it this way, the "Claire" in front of him is definitely a fake. It is some kind of abnormal creature generated by the abnormality in a fantasy or dream based on the memory in his mind, so Leon does not have any psychological burden.

However, the various behaviors of "Claire" seem to be very consistent with the reactions of an "ordinary human being."

but.

"Peng!"

"Pfft!"

But Leon still pulled the trigger and shot "Claire" in the head.

The 9mm bullet penetrated between the eyebrows, made an irregular gap as thick as two thumbs from the lower right side of the back of the head, and then hit the passenger door.

However, the bullet that breaks out of the head is not very powerful and will not cause violent ricochet in the car.

"when!"

"Claire", whose eyes were dull and lifeless, hit the baffle above the storage box and twitched a few times.

"."

To be honest, even if he knew that "Claire" was fake, shooting and killing an abnormal creature that had the same look, appearance, and even personality as his colleague's sister really made Leon unable to calm down.

Later, when he saw that the nearby zombies were about to surround the police car, he stopped worrying about the "Claire" issue and continued driving to the police station in downtown Raccoon.

Because the police station owns the rail trains and elevators leading to the company's most important research facilities, the "Mother's Nest".

No matter what, Leon wanted to go to the company to investigate first, hoping in his heart that he might be able to find a way out of the dream there.

More than ten minutes passed.

Because the streets were crowded with many scrapped and broken-down vehicles, Lyon had to abandon the police car and choose to walk to the police station, which was only two intersections away.

Before leaving, Leon first searched for a Glock and corresponding ammunition and magazines from the police zombie, then found a Remington shotgun and corresponding shotguns from the trunk of the police car, and finally took the dead

"Claire" remained in the police car.

Next, he headed towards the police station while vigilant about his surroundings, while thinking about all the things that would happen after he came to this environment.

First of all, everything here is extremely real, and more than a hundred years ago, Leon also studied the "brain in a vat" hypothesis, but after his immediate boss gave negative words, he no longer considered the universe to be a fiction.

possibility.

However, the innocent look shown by "Claire" suddenly influenced Leon to start thinking that this world is "reality" and the main universe is the "dream".

The moment he realized this thought, Leon suddenly felt in danger.

It seemed that his sanity had been affected after killing "Claire" with one shot.

Perhaps it was because of his guilt that he was shaken, allowing the anomaly that had been secretly observing him to take advantage of the opportunity.

There is no way this is "reality".

The strong will developed over more than two hundred years allowed Leon to use a very short period of time to no longer worry about the matter of shooting "Claire", and he no longer felt any guilt.

After regaining his sanity, Leon discovered that the number of zombies on both sides of the street began to increase significantly. Some special individuals would also reveal rapidly squirming and twitching tentacles and some heads from their mouths.

Replaced by blood-red arthropods.

Not only that, he actually discovered that the biochemical weapon lickers and hunters who had been eliminated by the company had also flooded the streets.

In an instant, countless mutated creatures blocked the main road leading to the police station.

"Peng! Peng!"

Naturally, Leon would not give up and immediately pulled the trigger of VP70, shooting several zombies in the head that were trying to rush towards him.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

At this moment, several more mutant zombies with tentacles sticking out of their mouths and heads replaced by arthropods suddenly changed from stumbling to running at a speed no less than that of an athlete and attacked him.

"Peng! Peng!"

Seeing this, Leon quickly increased the firing frequency, but soon heard a "stuck~!" sound, and the magazine was punched.

And at this time, Lyon no longer threw out the empty magazine as he did two hundred years ago. Instead, he immediately put the VP70 into the holster on his right leg, and then took the mine behind his back.

Minton shotgun, pointed the muzzle at the nearest mutant zombie.

"boom!

"Countless amounts of fine sand came out of the body.

"puff!

"Instead of the head, the arthropod connected to the zombie's spine was directly blasted by countless fine sand.

After solving this threat, Leon was not allowed to stay, and immediately moved to the right rear, preparing to go to the police station along another alley, bypassing the main road.

"Boom! Boom!"

During this period, Leon ran quickly, freeing up his right hand to load the Remington with shotguns. He waited for the corpses behind him to open a certain distance, then turned around and shot at the faster-running mutants, lickers and predators.

After repeating this process several times, Leon finally broke away from the group of corpses on the main road and came to the alley, turning left and right before disappearing.

Shortly after.

"Huh...huh..."

In the dark and damp alley, Leon leaned against the wall, panting uncontrollably, trying to calm his heartbeat and breathing back to normal, and replaced the ammunition and magazines for the Remington and VP70 in sequence.

After tidying up everything, Leon closed his eyes slightly, relaxed a little, and rested for a while.

Since his consciousness was trapped, he clearly realized that the body in this illusion had no nanorobot assistance in reality.

Therefore, Lyon's current physique is no different from that of "ordinary people" at the end of the 20th century and the beginning of the 21st century. At most, he has just graduated from the police academy and is on the front line than ordinary people.

Moreover, Leon was not sure whether dying in the illusion meant that the physical body in the Srilan camp would also die.

Although Leon is not a researcher, he also knows that once the brain thinks that "it" has been "really" damaged, it will feedback to the body.

Therefore, he will not, or it is absolutely impossible, attempt to commit suicide to return to the real world. Moreover, self-understanding in this situation is really a sign of cowardice and cowardice in Leon's eyes.

If it doesn't work, just make a scene in this raccoon city. Anyway, he has lived for almost two and a half centuries.

It may not be accurate to say that life is enough, but this life is worth it.

Then he opened his eyes, clenched the Remington in his hands, and was about to move on...

"Dip...dip..."

But I felt a few drops of viscous liquid falling on my head.

The moment he noticed this abnormality, Leon was not like the protagonists in the horror movies that his son and daughter liked to watch, looking up stupidly. Instead, he instinctively used the butt of his Remington gun and rammed it upward.

.

"Peng~!"

"Ah...~!"

With a thick, dull impact and a female scream, the "thing" that was originally crawling above was knocked down by Leon.

At the same time, Leon moved away from the wall he was leaning on, pointed the muzzle of his gun at the sarcoma-like "thing", and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!

"

"puff!

"

Countless fine sands immediately shattered it into pieces. The most disgusting thing was that the split body parts were still struggling to wriggle, as if they wanted to be put back together again, and they let out an angry roar:
To be continued...