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Raccoon City behind the container...

Very deserted...

Nothing like hell at all.

Because this is area A1, both zombies and corpses have been cleared away.

Mrs. Smith had no intention of relaxing at all and ordered the team to form a standard assault formation to respond to attacks from any direction at any time.

The 30 people in Group A did not even pull out their guns. Each person carried two bundles of spikes that were almost taller than themselves, pushed an oil drum, and moved forward cautiously.

There are 70 people in Group B on the outside, holding M16s and advancing at the same speed as Group A, always maintaining high vigilance.

You can only walk. The sound of any vehicle's engine will draw the zombies out in advance.

Although the area has been cleared, there are still occasional moving objects along the way.

First of all, there are sporadic zombies. They may be fish that slipped through the net during the cleanup, or they may have swam from other areas that have not been cleaned up.

He moves slowly and doesn't know how to hide. He'll get shot in the head as soon as he bubbles up.

Next are the residents of Raccoon City who are constantly being rescued.

After the crisis broke out, they had been huddled in various corners. After hearing the radio saying that a certain area was safe, they climbed out and walked towards the container.

The team that saw the Smiths immediately came forward to shake hands and reward them with tears in their eyes.

"I'm bored."

Jane Smith said boredly.

"Don't be like this, your mood will affect your state."

John Smith touched a little girl's head, took out a bar of chocolate and put it in her pocket, instructing her to continue walking north.

In addition to zombies and survivors, there is also a very American presence in Raccoon City.

Thieves, robbers, gangsters and homeless people.

They all sneaked in after the crisis broke out in Raccoon City and took advantage of the chaos to participate in zero-dollar shopping activities in major shopping malls.

Wherever there is noisy, they can be found.

As I walked, an African-American zombie with dreadlocks wearing Armani, a Rolex, and seven or eight Hermès bags hanging around his neck would suddenly appear from around the corner.

The money is still there, but the people are gone.

A headshot.

After carefully killing 34 zombies along the way, the team passed through area A1 and entered A2.

The picture soon changed.

In the streets, alleys, next to cars, and behind shop windows, zombies are seen in groups, wandering aimlessly.

Their eyesight is poor, but their sense of hearing and smell are far better than that of ordinary humans. As soon as the team approaches, they immediately turn their heads and come over with a cry.

The twisted bodies were tangled together, the faces were ferocious and mutilated, and they looked really breathtaking.

It's just...the speed is so slow.

Like an old lady with weak legs and feet.

Jane gave a crooked smile.

"Free Fire."

The newcomers immediately trembled and fired wildly.

'Puff puff puff puff! '

There were tongues of flame from firearms with silencers everywhere, and everything that moved was twisting and falling to the ground as far as the eye could see.

All the zombies know is howling and ramming straight towards the muzzle of the gun. Hitting them is easier than shooting at a target.

Soon, zombie corpses were spread all over the floor.

Although there is no risk, there are too many zombies. At this rate, it may really take three days to clear every corner of this area.

If you don’t clean up, you are afraid that you will have no place to retreat if you are suppressed by the tyrant.

Luckily, the Smiths have a quick cleanup solution.

"Go slow."

After Jian gave the order, the team continued to move forward slowly, stepping on the corpses of zombies, and walked step by step towards the center of area A2.

The zombies encountered along the way have all become victims of gunfire.

Finally, a five-story apartment building came into view.

This is where the two couples plan to clear out the zombies in the entire A2 area.

Looking down from the sky, the apartment building is in the shape of a 'back', surrounded by closed buildings. There is only a two-story door opening that leads directly to the swimming pool in the middle of the apartment building.

In tactical language, this is a pocket formation, an excellent place for an ambush.

And the swimming pool is a slaughterhouse.

"Disperse, clear the building, and set traps."

After hearing the order, the killers of Group B were divided into groups of three, checking the rooms in the apartment one by one, and killing zombies immediately when they saw them.

At the same time, Group A jumped out of the swimming pool and began to set up a massacre trap.

First, use a punch to make deep holes at the bottom of the swimming pool, and then fix the two-meter-long spikes vertically to turn them into barbs.

Then, there’s the bait.

Oil drums were placed on the edge of the swimming pool. As long as the lid was opened and the contents were lightly kicked, the contents would be dumped into the pool.

"It's going well for now. Come on, have a drink of water."

John Smith took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag and handed it to Laika.

"Oh, no need. I brought a lot of water. It's enough for a year."

Laika said, taking out two Budweisers from behind, and politely helped John open them.

"Senior, is the bait we brought enough to attract all the zombies in Area A2?"

"In my calculation, it's not enough, but how much."

John confidently said, "I'm afraid zombies from the edge of other areas will also come, so our sniper pressure will be great."

"Tch, if we can't even deal with these brainless zombies, we will end up being hammered to death by the tyrant if we go to A3."

"Ha, well said, I like your confidence."

John came over and said mysteriously, "No wonder my wife appreciates you so much."

Laika was slightly startled: "Ah, what is this?"

"Hey, don't look at my wife who always speaks with a choked tone. In fact, she is a cold person on the outside and hot on the inside. She even praised you after coming home yesterday."

"...I really can't see it."

Laika looked at Jane Smith and found that she was scolding a newcomer again, saying that his trap was not securely installed.

That's a bad thing.

But if you think about it carefully, don’t all strict mothers have this kind of virtue?

To a certain extent, this shows that the Smiths have no evil intentions.

Because for the two couples, the most profitable method is to use sweet words to coax these newcomers in and then use them as cannon fodder.

Let these newcomers die together with the zombies in Area A2, but they can save nearly a million.

If they were a little more evil, they could save another 450 million~

However, after spending this time together, combined with their personalities in the movie, it is almost certain that such a thing will not happen to Laika.

An hour later, all the zombies in the apartment were cleared away, and the swimming pool became a knife pool. Twelve large oil drums were set up around it.

"It's almost time, all units get ready!"

Except for the twelve people standing next to the oil drum, all the other newcomers came to the roof and surrounded the swimming pool.

Jane is not a person who is sloppy. As soon as she saw that it was almost done, she immediately gave the order.

"fall!"

Twelve oil drums had their lids removed and kicked down.

Then, the thick red liquid, with a pungent fishy smell, gradually flowed into the swimming pool.

plasma!

It was chicken, duck, cattle, and dog blood that John obtained from farms and slaughterhouses, combined with expired plasma obtained from the hospital.

It’s exactly what zombies like the most!

The plasma gathered into a scarlet lake at the bottom of the pool, and soon, the pungent smell of blood spread to every corner of Area A2.

The door was knocked open and the manhole cover was overturned.

Countless figures came out from countless corners, drilled out, jumped out, dragging their broken bodies, looking for the source of the bloody smell.

The wails gathered together and got closer, and outside the doorway, there were rows of black shadows surging.

coming!