Infinite Hunter

"I'm truly impressed by Li Sanguang's ability to run around here without taking anything seriously... When I think about how he could even fish out a pearl necklace that fell into a cesspool in the fourth generation without batting an eyelid, I understand why he's doing this now." Cheng Yijiu was walking on the path leading down to the sewer. "I vaguely remember a very large crocodile in here, bigger than any I've hunted—but it died quite simply and aggrievedly. This is a tribute to the scene in the movie Jaws..."

Cheng Yijiu walked into the drain and followed it, careful not to step into the sewage. In front of him was the exit of the pipe, blocked by thick metal poles. A large amount of garbage was piled up there. Outside was the main drain, but Cheng Yijiu didn't see any crocodiles. He walked along the pipe several times, hit dead ends, and turned back before finally finding the way out. This was a high platform, and below was the main drain.

Cheng Yijiu stood there for a long time. He didn't want to jump down like that. He remembered that there was another way to go directly, and there were big crocodiles in the main drainage channel. He didn't want to go down and fight them if it was not necessary. He would leave the crocodile to Li Sanguang. Then there would be a beautiful woman to see him so majestic.

Moreover, the crocodile was very large and it should not be able to hide itself underwater - the water depth in this place was probably up to a person's thigh as far as Cheng Yijiu remembered.

Cheng Yijiu found the way and started to climb over. At this time, he saw the crocodile - it was probably sixteen to seventeen meters from head to tail, or even close to twenty meters. The human eye always tends to magnify some ferocious beasts... Cheng Yijiu did not open fire. He was not as lucky as Li Sanguang. The crocodile was covered with garbage and the distance was not close. Cheng Yijiu was not sure that he could kill it with the fire poker in his hand.

Judging by the time, Jill was most likely still at the police station, and the pursuer was likely hanging around nearby. "This thing was beaten like this, and it's still able to recover, and it seems to be recovering quickly." Cheng Yijiu now had two choices: the research institute or the central hospital.

Chapter 14 Hospital

Cheng Yijiu’s choice is the Central Hospital - "I need vaccines. Instead of taking risks in the research institute, I might as well go to the Central Hospital to find vaccines." There are quite a few weird guys in the research institute, and they are also an important part of the plot. In comparison, the hospital does not have any other difficult things except a large number of zombies.

Raccoon City's underground drainage system was larger and more developed than he'd imagined. Cheng Yijiu had long wondered if such a large and complex sewer system was necessary for a city like this. Now he had finally figured it out: this was Umbrella's underground tunnel, allowing it to transport items that couldn't be exposed to public to many locations without being noticed—it was much simpler and more convenient than traveling above ground.

Most of the zombies in the sewers were workers wearing hard hats and yellow vests. Judging by their appearance, they were likely the first to be infected in Raccoon City. "Did rats spread the virus?" Cheng Yijiu thought about the game's CG, but it seemed unlikely. Because it's been proven that the virus isn't airborne, it must be transmitted through bodily fluids. So, could someone have been bitten by a rat?

This wasn't impossible. Creatures infected with the T-virus showed a unique sign of "berserk." Cheng Yijiu pondered this as he moved swiftly through the tunnel, rifle in hand. He was currently at the underground water pump center, where zombies, wearing helmets and emitting deep roars, wandered everywhere. Cheng Yijiu switched his weapon to semi-automatic and began aiming and firing.

He aimed at the zombies' heads. He might not blow them all off, but at least he could make them lie motionless on the ground for a while. Unless he chopped off the zombies' heads or stabbed them with Cheng Yijiu's knife and burned them, even if the bullet hit their heads, a considerable number of these zombies would just fall to the ground as if they had been shot in the head, but they would stagger back to their feet after a few hours.

Cheng Yijiu quickly passed through the passage, entered each control room, and found what he wanted - the map of this part. There seemed to be some "puzzles" here, but Cheng Yijiu ignored them and rushed directly to the hospital according to the signs on the map.

There was a staircase leading up, and after climbing up, there was a parking lot, which seemed to be the underground parking lot of the hospital. Cheng Yijiu didn't hear any movement, but there was always a sense of danger in the air. There were quite a few cars here, parked very neatly, and it didn't look like everyone was running for their lives in a biochemical crisis. The only sound echoing in the parking lot was Cheng Yijiu's own footsteps. "Are they that loud?" Cheng Yijiu also felt that his footsteps seemed too loud - this place was really too quiet.

After walking a few steps, Cheng Yijiu stopped, slinging his rifle behind his back, pulling out his pistol with his right hand and his broadsword with his left. Nothing happened, so Cheng Yijiu continued walking forward, not walking fast, his head slightly lowered, looking down at the ground. The elevator was right in front of him, when suddenly there was a loud barking of dogs, and six or seven infected dogs suddenly rushed out from behind the pillars on the ground.

Rotting bodies, red eyes, and completely exposed gums, the dogs dispersed at breakneck speed, attacking Cheng Yijiu from all angles. Cheng Yijiu opened fire, firing straight ahead while simultaneously charging—he couldn't let the dogs surround him, or else he'd be in dire straits. Nine-millimeter pistol bullets were quite lethal at close range, especially since these dogs, like zombies, had brittle bones.

So the shot really splattered blood everywhere, the impact even stopping the dog's movements. The real killing move was Cheng Yijiu's left-handed broadsword. He swung the broadsword quickly across the dog's body, and the wound immediately emitted black smoke, and the dog fell to the ground, unable to get up. Then Cheng Yijiu spun around quickly, shooting and hacking at the zombie dogs one after another with his excellent dynamic vision.

Cheng Yijiu dispatched them all before they could bite him—he didn't want to see if the riot armor on his arms and legs could be gnawed through. As the zombies' bones weakened and their bodies decayed, some of their muscles became less restricted, making them incredibly strong. The zombie dogs' bite muscles were clearly freed, so they didn't mind the resulting broken teeth—the pain should have subsided anyway.

The sound of killing the zombie dogs might have alarmed the zombies. Accompanied by low growls, zombies appeared in the stairwell. Cheng Yijiu watched them tumble down the stairs and fall into a pile. "Those patients in striped hospital gowns, are they probably from the first batch of infected patients? No wonder they've lost most of their consciousness and can't even go up and down the stairs anymore." Cheng Yijiu pressed the elevator switch. The entire hospital didn't lose power because the lights in the parking lot were still on.

But the elevator button didn't light up, perhaps the elevator circuit was cut off, so Cheng Yijiu had no choice but to go up the stairs. The zombies that fell to the ground were slowly getting up. Cheng Yijiu simply gave each of them a knife, a knife in the cervical vertebrae to make it clear. "The bones are really brittle, otherwise such a big bone would never be so easy to cut through if it wasn't cut at the joints."

Cheng Yijiu passed the zombies and climbed up the stairs. The next floor up was the equipment room, but the corridor was completely dark, with only the emergency lights emitting a dim yellow glow. Cheng Yijiu stood at the door and could see that the floors above were also dark. He estimated that the power supply above was out, perhaps a circuit breaker had tripped, so he might have to enter this floor to reconnect the power. Cheng Yijiu thought about it and walked in.

He didn't need a flashlight. His night vision, a benefit from his past adventures, allowed him to see in dim light. Cheng Yijiu was frowning over the traces on the ground. They were half-dried and discolored bloodstains, and drag marks. Flies were buzzing around, making him feel very irritated and uneasy. "Are there lickers here? Otherwise, there's no way to explain these drag marks."

Cheng Yijiu picked up his rifle and cautiously moved forward, leaning against the wall. Without a map, he had to investigate every room. Finding the electrical room would be ideal. A rustling sound echoed through the hallway, as if something were crawling towards him at a considerable speed. "Licker? Not likely! The weight of that sound is too light." He soon spotted the source of the noise: a pack of rats.

The mouse was unusually large, even bigger than an average cat. Its red eyes looked at Cheng Yijiu...

Chapter 15: Mouse

"Mutated rats, that's right. As the most numerous urban mammal, it would be strange if we didn't see mutated rats!" Cheng Yijiu muttered. Fortunately, it was relatively easy to deal with these rats. He held the knife in his left hand and grabbed the pistol with his right hand, forming a triangle support before firing - he had learned this some time ago when he was in the United States. He had enjoyed watching Keanu Reeves' John Wick back then, but after learning it, he realized that this thing was useless for hunting.

But in the chaos of the current battle, it seems to be useful again—especially with this demon-destroying broadsword. Even if a rat is larger than a cat, a 9mm bullet will still make it kneel down. These rats also suffer from osteoporosis, so pistol bullets cause unexpectedly high damage when they hit their bodies. It is easy to tear the rat's body apart, rendering these large rats incapable of movement—it doesn't necessarily have to explode the rat's head, just making it unable to move is enough.

Zombies aren't perpetual motion machines; over time, they will truly "die," their bodies decaying and decaying into nothing more than skeletons—all in less than a month. Generally speaking, after a month, the vast majority of these zombies will be reduced to true corpses, with only a very small number undergoing unique transformations, potentially entering other states capable of prolonged existence.

As for rats, they'd probably lose their ability to move in three or four days at most, and would be completely rotten after a week. Cheng Yijiu was simply accelerating the process. "Look at their skin, it's all torn and tattered. These are the marks of tearing during the growth process—they grow too fast." He had already killed more than a dozen rats. Cheng Yijiu skillfully changed the magazine, but now he had no time to reload, so he could only rely on the few magazines he had on him to fight.

There was no power here, only a dim yellow emergency light providing illumination. Cheng Yijiu tested the switch to confirm this. He didn't have a map of the area, so he could only walk through the dim corridors, occasionally engaging in battle with rushing rats. These rats must have been frantic, their red eyes glaring as they pounced and bit. If their accelerated growth hadn't actually disrupted their muscle balance, reducing their speed and stability to a certain extent, even Cheng Yijiu, with his outstanding dynamic vision, would have had a hard time dealing with them.

There were rooms on both sides of the corridor. Cheng Yijiu carefully pushed open the doors with his knife. Most of the doors were unlocked, and there were indeed no zombies inside. The empty rooms were littered with tables and chairs, some of which were fallen and some were crushed. Cheng Yijiu carefully searched each room, looking for anything useful. He found a notebook with some unclear phrases and a series of numbers scribbled on it.

"Is this a puzzle manual?" Cheng Yijiu casually put the manual back where it belonged. He had finally found the map—in the security room. As usual, there were no corpses or zombies here, but the monitoring station was completely destroyed. From Cheng Yijiu's perspective, even if it were powered on, the computer and the entire system would be completely unbootable. Cheng Yijiu stood in front of the monitoring equipment. He had found a flashlight in the security room and turned it on, carefully examining the damaged equipment.

Cheng Yijiu extended his palm and gestured at the damaged area. "This is..." His gloved fingers twirled a hair from the edge of the breach. "This is truly incredible." Then Cheng Yijiu squatted down and shone the flashlight diagonally toward the ground. Cheng Yijiu sighed, "Damn it... Another monster! This is no pistol capable of dealing with, and rifle ammunition is so scarce."

The suitcases and iron cabinets in the security room also fell down. Cheng Yijiu opened the door. "Damn it, who would put this in their own closet?" He found a box of 9mm bullets, but a grenade was unexpected - it was a flashbang. What did the security guard need this for? Anyway, put it away first. Cheng Yijiu left here, "Giant rat... I finally know what the trail of blood I saw when I came in was about. Why are there no zombies here?"

That's because it was most likely eaten by the monster. Judging by the size of the claw marks on the damaged equipment, this mutant rat is probably as big as an elephant. The ceiling of the passage here is quite high, but the combined width and height make it unlikely that the rat can squeeze in again—otherwise, it wouldn't be able to turn around. Cheng Yijiu looked at the map. There was a fairly large room on the map, and at the other end of the room was a door, which led to the substation.

Cheng Yijiu sat on an undamaged chair, took out his water bag and drank some. He took off his gloves, disinfected his hands with disinfectant, and then took out an energy bar, chewing it a few times and swallowing it. He drank a few sips of water while swallowing. Finally, he walked to the corner to fill the water, put on his gloves again, and began to check his weapons. Cheng Yijiu loaded all the magazines, took out the double-barreled shotgun forged by alchemy, closed his eyes, and felt his mental strength. "Should be able to fire a shot," he muttered.

After gathering all his weapons, Cheng Yijiu grabbed his broadsword and a shotgun in his other hand. "Five rounds. If we run out, there's no time to reload." He was ready. Cheng Yijiu walked along the corridor and pushed open the isolation door. Before him was a rather spacious room with several upright devices. In the middle of the room lay a dozen mutilated corpses, and on top of them lay a large rat.

The emergency lighting here wasn't strong enough, so many areas were still shrouded in darkness. Cheng Yijiu could see that the rat's head and front half were hidden in the darkness, with only its hindquarters and tail visible. "It's big! A third bigger than I expected. Almost a dinosaur, isn't it?" It was actually about the same size as an African elephant, much larger than an Asian elephant.

The rat was quite quick to react, having already turned around when Cheng Yijiu entered. Cheng Yijiu's night vision quickly spotted its head. Its fur was tattered and tattered, barely concealing the red flesh beneath. The large, exposed muscles were crooked and twisted, making it look extremely ugly and bloated. Bones were visible in some places, but pus and blood oozed from almost everything.

The rat's head naturally became quite strange. One eye was obscured by swollen muscle, and its two ears were long gone, likely broken off from their original state. Its mouth had grown enormous, and its teeth were equally disorganized. Cheng Yijiu even saw several rows of teeth growing within the monster's mouth, making it impossible for it to close its mouth. "It's truly uglier than anything else," Cheng Yijiu said, raising his blaster, ready to engage in battle.

Chapter 16 Power On

The battle began with the roar of a Remington shotgun. Cheng Yijiu fired the shotgun shell directly at the rat's face. Eight pellets of 30 buckshot shot out, creating a bloody mess on the rat's face from over ten meters away. It was hard to say how many sensory nerves this monster still had. Could it even feel pain? With the haphazard growth of its nerves, Cheng Yijiu doubted that this monster had any keen sense of pain.

So deer bullets are just deer bullets. They do cause damage, but they can't slow the rat down with pain. Cheng Yijiu rolled sideways, pulling the slide to reload—he still had seven single-shot rounds, more than enough to give the rat a good beating. "Seven single-shot rounds can't handle it at close range? Then this thing must be a super rat." Even an African elephant wouldn't be able to withstand seven single-shot rounds.

Even a dinosaur probably wouldn't work either; after all, living creatures can't stop bullets. Anyway, after Cheng Yijiu rolled over, he aimed his second shot at the rat's massive flank. He pulled the slide and quickly pumped three single-shot bullets into the rat's body, watching as huge bloody holes blew into its flesh. He still had four bullets left, and he had to avoid the rat's turning pounce before firing again.

The rat's movements were erratic, uncoordinated due to the muscular development of its limbs, making its movements difficult to predict. However, it was still very fast. Cheng Yijiu could only roll over and over on the ground, trying to avoid the 120-degree fan of the rat's attack. Even if it lunged straight ahead, there was a high probability that the force would cause the attack to deviate from the target. Therefore, he had to avoid the 120-degree fan of the rat before firing.

After dodging the second attack, Cheng Yijiu decided the rat had run out of tricks. Its tail was useless, and besides striking, it seemed to have no other abilities. So he simply emptied his remaining four bullets into the rat's body. Blood was already covering the ground, and Cheng Yijiu didn't want to roll again—he had been careful to avoid bloody areas in his previous rolls. This virus was transmitted through bodily fluids, and he didn't want to get any of that virus-laden blood on his body.

This made it a bit difficult for him to evade the rat. Fortunately, he had thrown away his pistol after it ran out of bullets, so he could still run quite fast with his pistol drawn. The rat wasn't in good shape either. Like a leaky bag, blood and internal organs—perhaps fragments of internal organs—continued to flow out of the bloody hole opened by the bullet. Especially when the rat moved violently, its muscles contracted, forcing large amounts of blood and body tissue out.

The rat's movements slowed, its head drooping lower and lower, looking as if it were about to die. The next moment, its head suddenly exploded, its upper skull vanishing, replaced by tentacles sprouting from its body. "It doesn't look like a rat? Could this be it?" Cheng Yijiu retreated violently, running towards the main door of the power distribution room.

He had an idea of ​​where this thing came from. It was likely a parasite from the rat that had also mutated. It was hard to say what this creature was. From the bloody hole in the rat's body, a large number of tentacles extended. These tentacles, like gelatin, lashed out in all directions, attempting to wrap up anything they touched. A pungent liquid was seen secreted from the tentacles, and anything caught in the liquid, especially the corpse, showed obvious signs of corrosion.

Cheng Yijiu rushed directly to the door, "Damn it, it's locked." He didn't care about the key or not - it wasn't an indestructible door. Cheng Yijiu directly chopped the door panel with a big knife and reached in to open the lock. He had to move quickly, otherwise it would be troublesome if the monster blocked the door. He rushed in quickly and found the circuit breaker. "It's tripped, let's see if the fuse is okay? Damn it!"

The fuse had tripped and needed to be replaced, but where would Cheng Yijiu find one in such a short time? There was a repair manual, but it said the spare parts room was at the other end of the hallway. "Okay, this is the only way." Cheng Yijiu quickly found a wire on one side and, recklessly putting on his gloves, forcibly connected the two ends of the wire to the two sides of the original fuse—he used nails to solve the fixing problem—as for whether it would cause the circuit to overload and cause a fire? Raccoon City might not exist for another 72 hours, so worrying about this was pointless.

After connecting, Cheng Yijiu immediately closed the circuit breaker. "Good! It didn't trip!" With a low humming sound, the lights suddenly came on. A sharp gasping sound came from outside, which Cheng Yijiu thought was the sound of high-pressure steam leaking. He quickly ran to the door and looked out. The tentacles of the strange rat that was wriggling towards him were "dissolving" under the illumination of the overhead light. "Is strong light the nemesis?" Cheng Yijiu saw that this thing was also regenerating.

He saw the parasite's core, which was exposed by the dissolving body cavity of the mouse. Inside, a wriggling, white, worm-like thing filled two-thirds of the mouse's body cavity. Cheng Yijiu quickly rushed out, thought for a moment, and then pulled out his signal stick. He pulled it and threw it into the mouse's body. As for whether it would burn the monster to death, that was unknown. In any case, the liquid from the dissolved tentacles had already corroded a lot of the mouse's body. The next person to come to the hospital might encounter a new species of monster...

When Cheng Yijiu returned to the corridor, he saw the lights. Now he could slowly search for what he needed. The map didn't show what he needed. The vaccine he needed should be frozen, and the cold storage for the vaccine should have a backup power supply and excellent insulation to ensure the temperature wouldn't rise within 24 hours. Cheng Yijiu first tried to check the computer in the room to see if the vaccine existed.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a username and password, so he couldn't find anything. Fortunately, there was an electronic map, which allowed him to remember it roughly. The cold storage was on the second floor, which meant he had to go up two more floors and pass through the lobby on the first floor - it was conceivable that there were probably zombies everywhere. Cheng Yi hadn't picked up the Remington for a long time, and he didn't have many shotgun shells left, which he could use for his own gun. "The Remington is still not very convenient in this regard. If I had known how to use this kind of gun fighting technique, I should have changed to a short-barreled, short-handled Winchester 1887 lever-action shotgun, and I could also learn how to load the bullet like the governor."

Chapter 17: Inside the Hospital

The Winchester M1887 would be a matter for the future. For now, he had no shortage of trolls. All he had to do was quickly go upstairs and get the vaccine he could find, then find the G-creature and kill it. The so-called G-creatures were probably not limited to Dr. William, as he had already bred many G-larvae within his body. It was just that Dr. William was currently searching for Shirley, hoping to have his daughter conceive the perfect G-creature.

Cheng Yijiu knew the doctor was probably wandering the underground passageway of the police station, as Shirley had once hidden there. However, without a vaccine, Cheng Yijiu didn't dare bet on whether he, like Li Sanguang, wouldn't be infected. Li Sanguang was a man of extraordinary luck, having survived countless vehicle accidents, countless explosions, and biochemical monsters without ever being infected—even if he had been infected, he would have been able to resolve the problem with a vaccine in a timely manner.

Cheng Yijiu didn't dare to compete with such a powerful person, so he wouldn't go without the vaccine - he would rather accept the punishment mission. Not surprisingly, Cheng Yijiu saw zombies slowly crawling up from the ground under the lights, making low sounds and moving slowly. It seemed that the sudden bright lights had stimulated these zombies, causing them to start moving again.

Cheng Yijiu didn't rush into the hall. His first priority was to carefully observe the zombies. "Doctors, nurses, patients, even their families... And the degree of decay is even worse than those outside, apparently because they were infected first. But it's strange? Why don't I see large swarms of infected insects? For example, flies are the most numerous—if they lay maggots on the corpses, they should be the most likely to mutate."

Then there were small carrion beetles like burying beetles. These creatures feed on the body fluids of the sick and the dead, presumably rich in the T-virus... But Cheng Yijiu recalled carefully, and it seemed only some cockroaches and spiders had mutated; flies and other large mutated insects didn't seem to be seen in the game. Perhaps these insects could kill the T-virus. Looking at the white maggots on the zombies, Cheng Yijiu pondered this question.

It's not very scientific, but the whole biochemical series is not scientific to begin with, and the so-called biological weapons are even more stupid. Cheng Yijiu checked his equipment and said, "It's a pity, but I'm running out of .45ACP bullets. It seems that the M1911 is useless. Forget it, it's not heavy, so I'll just put it away after using up the ammunition. I'm also running out of 5.56 rifle ammunition, so I'll just throw this one away after I use it up."

He calculated, loaded his M4 and 1911, and prepared to use them all up. There were hundreds of zombies here. Cheng Yijiu switched to single-shot mode, taking them out one by one—immobilizing them was the main goal; any more was a waste of ammunition. The 5.56 and .45ACP rifles were powerful enough to easily shatter the already brittle bones in the zombies' legs and feet, tearing the limbs from the zombies and leaving them lying on the ground, unable to move.

He would never catch up to Cheng Yijiu by crawling. He emptied his rifle, then tossed it aside and began firing his 1911, also aiming at the zombies' legs—the trouble was, the 1911 had to be constantly reloaded, loading bullets into the magazine. The 1911, also empty, was emptied, so Cheng Yijiu casually shoved it back into its holster, drew his broadsword, and began slashing—a weapon truly lethal to the zombies.

The massive combat knife easily chopped down the remaining zombies. The bodies of the zombies struck by the knife seemed to burn, rapidly drying up and then gradually turning to ash at the wound. "It's a little stressful, mentally." After slashing at over twenty zombies, Cheng Yijiu felt a certain loss of mental strength. He calculated that based on this situation, he would probably faint after killing between 120 and 140 zombies.

However, his mental strength would recover slowly. If he had a good sleep—even if it was only for four hours—Cheng Yijiu felt that his mental strength would be fully restored. Thinking of this, he pushed open the door on the other side.

At that moment, intense gunfire erupted from above the hospital. Cheng Yijiu quickly ducked into the darkness. He listened to the familiar sound of the gunfire, the sound of the M4 he had just fired. "More than one, firing alternately. Is this the US military?" He was skeptical, but he was almost certain. The Americans definitely wanted something in the hospital—perhaps information, perhaps a vaccine.

There was no doubt that Umbrella had deployed Tyrants to the hospital. Cheng Yijiu remembered finding a Tyrant's body in the garbage dump below the hospital in the game. Could the Tyrants use weapons? Without weapons, relying solely on their fists, Cheng Yijiu doubted they could inflict any damage on the US military. Therefore, the Tyrants must be equipped with heavy firepower, at least for those facing the US military.

Cheng Yijiu carefully climbed out of the hospital—he would rather climb the outer wall than run into American soldiers or tyrants inside. "If we go up from here, we can move the four windows horizontally and see the cold storage in the corridor. Then we just need to walk over and open the cold storage to find the vaccine." Cheng Yijiu felt that he had to turn into a monkey.

Climbing was easier than he'd imagined. Cheng Yijiu was strong and quick-witted, a bonus granted by the punishment plot. He climbed quickly, and without any biological weapons interfering, he quickly reached the fourth window. Cheng Yijiu didn't rush in, but instead carefully observed and listened for a moment. Suddenly, the once brightly lit hospital went dark again.

The power that Cheng Yijiu temporarily connected had tripped again, and the entire circuit transformer might have been burned out. If someone wanted to repair it, it would probably be a lot of trouble.

But this was Cheng Yijiu's chance. He smashed the window directly - not only this one, but also the one next to it. After waiting for a while, he jumped into the corridor. There was no one in the corridor, no zombies. Cheng Yijiu looked at the cold storage in front of him. Just as he was about to step forward, he heard footsteps. Very heavy footsteps, definitely the steps of a big man. The sound of machine guns was no longer overhead, but had gone downstairs.

There were no signs of a firefight, and Cheng Yijiu knew he was running out of time—American soldiers could come from above or below at any moment, and he had to get the vaccine and leave before then. The footsteps were getting closer, and Cheng Yijiu drew his knife, the sharp blade gleaming in the emergency light.

Chapter 18 Fighting

Cheng Yijiu didn't draw his gun. He held the knife in his right hand, his fingers twirling as the knife spun twice around the handle. As the blade flashed, Cheng Yijiu tightened his grip on the handle. In the moonlight and firelight streaming through the window, Cheng Yijiu, half of his face in shadow, took a deep breath. He was fully prepared.

At this moment, he had already adjusted his posture, like a man-eating tiger ready to attack. He retreated silently, completely immersing himself in the darkness... The footsteps had already turned the corner. It was a very tall man with no hair and wearing a military coat.

When he walked to the moonlight by the window, he could see the expressionless face of the tyrant. Cheng Yi hadn't attacked for a long time, and his breathing had become silent. At the other corner, two red lights lit up, followed by the sound of snoring breathing.

Cheng Yijiu knew what it was. It was a fully grown male lion, one that had been infected with the T-virus and turned into a "bioweapon." Its fur had been stretched to tatters and wisps by the muscle growth underneath, but its mane had become even more majestic—strangely, it hadn't faded.

Due to the ulceration of some of its skin and muscles, especially on its face, the lion's fangs stood out. The lion's size hadn't grown significantly, unlike the infected mice, but its muscle growth had given it even more formidable explosive power. Cheng Yijiu sensed something unusual about this lion—unlike the zombies, this one had been receiving sufficient nutrition throughout its infection, giving it a high probability of surviving the "final stages" of the T virus infection and embarking on a new path of evolution.

Cheng Yijiu, who used to be a man-eating tiger, began to beat heavily and powerfully because of this, pumping more blood into his muscles and injecting more oxygen. Cheng Yijiu squatted down slightly, and he could deliver a thunderous blow at any time.

The human form is actually the most suitable form for combat among medium-sized creatures, because humans have freed their hands, which means they have also freed their limbs. Human strength is not small, and their combat effectiveness is actually quite good for the same weight - humans' unique skill is that the brain can force the body to temporarily ignore pain, and also the strangulation technique.

However, it was the humans who took up arms that were the most terrifying upright apes, such as Cheng Yijiu, who was now holding a large Rambo knife. His existence had been discovered, but neither the tyrant nor the lion considered him their primary target—they were each other's primary targets.

Lions are hunters, searching for sufficient food—instinct tells them to keep eating, especially devouring powerful mutants like the tyrant before them. While the tyrant simply seeks to eliminate its attackers, this lion clearly sees it as food and is ready to attack at any moment, so it must be prepared for battle.

The Tyrant's military coat is stab- and bullet-proof, as well as heat-resistant. Its strong fibers can effectively stop a lion's claws—that's right, this thick coat should be incredibly difficult to rip. However, the impact is unstoppable; after all, this is a military coat, not hardshell riot armor.

The lion moved first. Cheng Yijiu crouched low and took small steps towards the tyrant. He could guess the tyrant's movement pattern, but he couldn't say for sure if the lion would overcome its beastly nature. Lions attack the elderly, weak, and sick, and Cheng Yijiu looked elderly, weak, and sick. Even though the lion was paying attention to the tyrant, if Cheng Yijiu moved closer to the lion, it was hard to say whether the lion would pounce on him first.

Both the lion and the tyrant were accelerating, and Cheng Yijiu successfully collided them. Unsurprisingly, it was the tyrant that flew out—not surprising, considering the tyrant weighed less than half the lion. According to physics, a collision would have sent the tyrant flying, and the tyrant, being bipedal, was not as stable as the lion's quadruped.

Cheng Yijiu didn't wait for the two monsters to be equally wounded—he believed the lion would most likely win. After all, the tyrant had no weapons other than his fists, while the lion at least had claws. From the collision, it seemed that both monsters had shaken off the severe bone loss and brittleness of T-virus infected individuals, and their skeletons had undergone significant strengthening.

This was the case when the Tyrant was being modulated. If the Lion had not been strengthened, the collision just now would have caused serious fractures instead of being able to pounce quickly and try to knock the Tyrant down completely like it is now.

Cheng Yijiu attacked decisively. He held the hilt of his broadsword in his forehand, clasping it against his chest. He thrust his lower limbs forward, stabbing the lion's flank with a powerful blow. His speed was incredibly fast, far faster than a normal person's. He twisted his wrist as he thrust the blade sideways, and the lion's inertia caused it to use Cheng Yijiu's blade to widen its wound. Cheng Yijiu also avoided the blade being pulled out of his hand by the lateral force.

The knife slid smoothly along with the lion's pounce. Cheng Yijiu quickly shifted his body, positioning himself directly behind the lion. The slicing process with his demon-slaying blade "raked" his mental energy, leaving him feeling a bit tired and distracted, his focus waning for a moment.

Fortunately, the knife worked perfectly. The wound on the lion's side was deep and long, and you could see its internal organs being cut open and spurting out hot liquid with the movement. Yes, the lion's body fluids and tissues were rapidly carbonizing, quickly turning black, and powdery fragments were constantly falling.

The blow severed the muscles in the upper thigh, severely damaging the lion's hind leg and making it difficult to exert force. However, the greater damage was done to its internal organs. The knife had cut through its liver and intestines, causing severe blood loss and disability. A normal lion would have collapsed from the bleeding by now.

But the situation is different for the lion infected by the T virus. Such damage to its internal organs is not completely fatal to it - at least the lion can actually turn around and try to fight back instead of falling to the ground.

Cheng Yijiu knew that the damage caused by this knife must be as severe as the surface appearance, at least the wound inside was still worsening. "The loss of mental energy is not in vain." Cheng Yijiu turned along with the lion. Because the lion's leg was injured and its movements were not as agile, Cheng Yijiu was able to move to the side of the lion.

But if he continued like this, he would soon face the tyrant. The monster was originally wrestling with the lion, but now that the lion had turned towards it, it was free - and Cheng Yijiu never thought that the monster would not attack him.

Chapter 19: Desperate

Cheng Yijiu quickly approached the Tyrant. He wouldn't bet against the Tyrant attacking him, so he was prepared—a roll. A prepared roll was the game's secret to invincibility, but here, Cheng Yijiu had to be prepared for serious injury if interrupted mid-flight. He had no other options. He could pull out a double-barreled short shotgun like the Demon-Repelling Holy Flame, but with his current mental strength, after one bullet went out, he would likely black out or even lose consciousness for a moment.

Even if he killed one of the two enemies, wouldn't the other still be able to finish him off? Therefore, using a shotgun was unacceptable. Cheng Yijiu was now within arm's reach of the tyrant, so he decisively ducked and lunged, rolling to his feet. Thanks to his several punishments, his physical skills, eyes, and brain coordinated far better than those of ordinary people. This roll allowed him to dodge the tyrant's attack, and using the momentum to kick against the wall, he was able to bounce back behind the tyrant.

"That's just a sly move!" Cheng Yijiu didn't continue to fight. Instead, he retreated into the darkness. The injured lion in front of him once again engaged in a fight with the tyrant. It had tried to circle around and attack Cheng Yijiu, but it couldn't get past the tyrant. And the tyrant couldn't just show its back to the lion and walk away calmly. The battle sequence in its mind had already included this lion in its list.

Cheng Yijiu pulled out his 9mm pistol, holding the knife in his left hand, and supporting the gun in his right hand with the palm of his left hand, he aimed at the lion and fired repeatedly. As long as he aimed at the lion's head, the bullets would still be effective. Although the 9mm's killing power was obviously insufficient, it was still possible to penetrate the lion's skull in certain places. After firing a few shots, Cheng Yijiu gave up. The killing power was really too small. The vitality of the mutants infected by the T virus was too strong.

Furthermore, his actions had clearly piqued the tyrant's attention, making him a likely target. However, Zhao Ting couldn't run. His target was the cold storage door next to where the two monsters were fighting in the corridor. Even if he escaped, wouldn't he have to return later? No one knew what would happen by then. Would American soldiers enter the cold storage and take the vaccines?

So Cheng Yijiu had to resolve this issue right here. The only thing he could rely on was the large Rambo knife in his hand. "I hope those two monsters are stupid enough to fight to the point of mutual destruction." This was just a wonderful thought, but Cheng Yijiu knew it couldn't come true. For example, the lion's injuries were getting worse. It was obvious that the monster had already decided to escape, roaring and retreating.

Since the Tyrant was a biological weapon, and one engineered by humans, it must have considerable intelligence. Therefore, if the Lion retreated, the Tyrant would most likely abandon pursuit. The Tyrant's current condition wasn't good either. Its coat wasn't torn, but its body was clearly deformed, its internal bones broken. Its exposed head was covered in scars, and it had lost half its face and an eye.

This creature was a bloody mess, its arms and legs visibly deformed. The lion over there was also bleeding profusely, its wounds finally beginning to bleed, and its internal organs had likely already been eroded by more than half. The lion's movements were noticeably slower, and it was limping. Cheng Yijiu felt the worst was that he was still here, and at least the tyrant's attention had turned to him, of the two monsters.

"Oh, strike first!" He replaced the magazine and fired repeatedly at the tyrant's injured head. The heart was still protected by the bulletproof coat and was not suitable for attack at the moment. The tyrant's head was not as fragile as a zombie, and accurately hitting the ruptured eyeball and the tyrant's brain while moving was beyond Cheng Yijiu's current ability. He was already a sharpshooter for being able to hit the opponent's head repeatedly.

Unfortunately, several 9mm bullets were deflected by the hard skull, and the bullets that hit the face didn't cause much damage. Although the lion retreated, its attention shifted to Cheng Yijiu—after all, Cheng Yijiu had inflicted nearly fatal damage. Cheng Yijiu's shooting was quite accurate at close range, and he held the broadsword in his left hand, ready to use it at any time.

However, he didn't need to do that for now, as his two shots luckily hit the tyrant's eye socket, where the lion had scratched it, and the bullets lodged in the tyrant's skull. The huge biological weapon fell directly to the ground. At this time, the lion roared and suddenly rushed towards Cheng Yijiu. Cheng Yijiu was now empty-handed. He immediately let go of the pistol, switched his left hand to the sword in his right hand, and squatted down, ready.

He certainly couldn't take the lion's charge head-on, and he didn't want to attack from the side. Cheng Yijiu's only option was to dodge the attack, using the tyrant's body lying on the ground. So, after a few steps to the side, Cheng Yijiu took the initiative to run towards the lion, placing the tyrant's body right between him and the lion. By shortening the distance to a certain degree, he could allow the lion to leap at the time and distance he anticipated.

Lions aren't humans, they don't fake moves, so Cheng Yijiu was able to judge the lion's movements and direction before it leaped. Lions can't change direction in mid-air; only small cats can do that, and they need a tail that's big and thick enough...

Cheng Yijiu regretted that he didn't have a piece of cloth or a piece of clothing on hand, otherwise he could have thrown it at the lion, causing the beast to misjudge. "Okay!" Seeing the lion's body sink slightly as it ran, Cheng Yijiu immediately prepared himself.

As expected, the beast leaped forward, its unfurled lion mane appearing incredibly powerful and effectively shielding its back. Cheng Yijiu was practically on all fours, performing a stunt—at that moment, he resembled a large cat, and the blade he held upright in his reverse grip was the most formidable fang of this "large cat." Cheng Yijiu paused, exerting immense force to twist, his knees and ankles groaning—if it weren't for the knee and ankle braces, they would have been sprained by now.

He pushed hard against the wall and pounced directly onto the side of the fallen lion. He grabbed the mane with his left hand and stepped over with his right leg - this formed a riding position. He took advantage of the situation and "smashed" the big knife in his right hand. The sharp tip and the reverse edge formed an armor-piercing cone effect, directly piercing deep into the back of the lion's neck - there was no way, it had to be said that the lion's mane did provide a good protective effect. In order to avoid missing the target, Cheng Yijiu had to choose a less fatal spot at the back.

Chapter 20 Mutation