From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang~~~

Gunshots rang out continuously, rats ran rampant, and several assassins rushed towards the garbage truck, attempting to move the metal block blocking the doorway. Firefox and Wesley simultaneously leaned out and fired, riddling the assassins who tried to approach with bullets.

The assassins on the city wall were anxious. They climbed up the wall to adjust their firing range, and Xiao Miao and Shizi immediately raised their guns and opened fire. Several assassins were hit and fell off the city wall. The remaining assassins immediately crouched down and dared not show their faces again.

The textile factory was in complete chaos. Rats, which are naturally timid, became even more frantic after being startled by the gunshots. They scurried into the factory through wires, corners, and door cracks, spreading rapidly like a plague.

More and more assassins noticed the wristwatch bomb strapped to the rat's body, cursing and firing wildly. However, their resistance was futile; killing the rat did not mean the bomb had been defused.

An assassin, having run out of bullets, opens a drawer to look for a magazine, only to find several rats among the bullets. He grabs one of the rats, which is strapped with a bomb, and holds it in front of him, watching the numbers on his watch screen steadily decrease.

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" The assassin threw the rat away with all his might, and the next second several more rats crawled up his trouser leg and onto his body, seemingly endless.

At the main entrance of the textile factory, Firefox and Wesley hid under a garbage truck, glanced at the countdown on their watches, and then both bowed their heads and covered their faces.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Rumble!

The series of explosions instantly engulfed the entire textile factory, including workshops, warehouses, and dormitories. The shockwave first shattered all the glass, then bookshelves collapsed, textile machines shattered, and weak sections of the brick walls crumbled instantly. Smoke and dust billowed up, and the entire textile factory was shrouded in blackish-gray dust.

The assassin headquarters instantly turned into a living hell. There were many rat bombs, but their explosive yield was too small. Most of the assassins were not killed instantly, but instead had their hands and legs severed and lay on the ground howling in agony.

A hint of reluctance flashed in Firefox's eyes, but more so was coldness and resolve. Many of these assassins, like her, had been kept in the dark by Sloan, unknowingly becoming accomplices in the cholera world.

Xiao Miao and Cross charged into the textile factory with guns raised, and Firefox and Wesley quickly crawled out from under the car to follow.

The four men moved in as if they owned the place. The assassins, already maimed by the explosion, were powerless to resist and were picked off one by one by the four men.

The main structure of the textile factory building was still relatively intact, but the internal facilities were severely damaged by rat bombs. The lighting equipment was completely destroyed, and the sunlight shining on the smoke and dust made everything hazy and impossible to see.

As the four approached the main building, the assassins inside hadn't yet recovered. They hurriedly got up, covered in dust, and aim their guns blankly in all directions, not knowing where the enemy was.

Four grenades flew into the factory building on the first floor. After a brief silence, a series of angry curses came from inside the factory building. Then, four explosions rang out almost simultaneously, and Xiao Miao and his three companions left their cover and opened fire.

Da da da da da, da da da da da!

All four men were carrying rifles, aiming at the assassins inside the factory and emptying their magazines. Even a dead man lying on the ground would take a few bullets.

There were actually a few clever guys lying on the ground pretending to be dead. According to their plan, the Cross and his men who launched the attack should have rushed into the factory with pistols, instead of standing outside throwing grenades without any sense of martial ethics.

The assassins inside the factory were unable to mount an effective counterattack and met their demise under the guns of Xiao Miao and his group. Wesley's eyes lit up as he changed magazines, feeling that he had fallen in love with the feeling of suppressing fire.

So cool!

Wesley wanted to keep firing, but he saw Firefox had already climbed through the window and entered the factory. Concerned for the safety of his goddess, he quickly climbed out the window and ran after her.

The cross followed closely behind. Seeing that the three had already rushed into the factory, Xiao Miao quickly followed at the back of the line.

The four men made their way through the ruins into the factory. The textile factory was huge, and many assassins who had escaped the first wave of attacks were now emerging from the corners, whereupon a fierce firefight broke out.

Firefox and Wesley, who were at the forefront, activated bullet time mode almost simultaneously. Their intense heartbeats caused their blood to flow rapidly, their adrenaline surged through their bodies, and everything around them became exceptionally slow.

The gap between an ordinary assassin and a top assassin is greater than the gap between a human and a dog. The remaining assassins tried to fight back, but found that they couldn't catch the enemy's movements at all.

Every bullet fired by Wesley and Firefox accurately hits the enemy hiding behind cover!

With their own numbers dwindling, the assassins' morale plummeted. The reason they hadn't collapsed yet was because they were waiting for an opportunity.

The bullet time state is extremely physically demanding; no one can maintain a heart rate of 400 beats per minute indefinitely. The moment the enemy exits the bullet time state is the moment they sound the horn of counterattack.

Wesley and Firefox fired continuously with their dual pistols, killing all the enemies within their line of sight. When they both ran out of bullets, they both exited the bullet-time state.

The remaining assassins keenly caught the sound of empty guns going AFK, and were immediately overjoyed, realizing that the time to counterattack had finally come. They all left their cover and raised their guns to fire.

Then he was shot in the head and died.

Cross activated bullet time and rushed to the front. Xiao Miao's level 9 pistol proficiency was also not to be underestimated. The two fired at the same time, and their killing efficiency was no slower than that of Firefox and Wesley.

More than twenty more fell down, and the remaining assassins were completely terrified. They screamed and scattered in all directions, wishing they had two more legs.

In the factory break room, a repairman who had hidden away to take a nap narrowly escaped death. The rat bomb left him covered in soot, but he was still alive.

As his own men died one by one, the repairman's courage was completely drained. He gripped his pistol tightly and pressed his body against the wall, trying his best not to make a sound.

The enemy is too powerful, and retreating is not shameful. The Brotherhood's assassins are skilled in assassination and ambush, so the repairman decides to make a strategic retreat first and then reconsider later.

"Clang clang clang~~~"

A grenade flew into the break room, bounced off the wall, and rolled precisely to the repairman's feet.

"Oh, fuck!"

boom!

The grenade exploded close to his face, instantly shattering the repairman's body, splattering blood and flesh, and completely merging with the break room.

Until his last second before he died, the repairman still couldn't figure out how he had been exposed.

The repairman was well hidden and made no sound; none of the three men on the cross noticed him.

However, as one of the male supporting characters in the original work, he triggered Xiao Miao's talent. The shimmering fate dice floated above the repairman's head, making it difficult for Xiao Miao not to notice him.

Similarly, the butcher hiding in the second-floor restaurant and the gunsmith in the dormitory are the same.

The Butcher and the Gunsmith are both elite assassins with renowned reputations. The final boss, Sloan, is on the third floor, so it's quite reasonable that there are two elite guard monsters hiding on the second floor.

The gunsmith hid in the dormitory, planning to ambush the intruders from behind after they came upstairs.

The butcher hid alone in the slaughterhouse next to the restaurant, using the carcasses of pigs and people to distract the intruders.

To be fair, both of them hid very well, and their surprise attack did cause Wesley some trouble in the original story.

However, Xiao Miao is overpowered, and both the Butcher and the Gunsmith have significant roles in the original work, making them important supporting male characters.

Therefore, once they got close enough, Xiao Miao's talent was triggered, and he was able to see the fate dice above their heads through the wall, allowing him to pinpoint their location accurately.

A little bit of transparency isn't enough; a little bit of opening isn't enough!

The three men on the cross were responsible for dealing with the gunsmith, while Xiao Miao walked towards the butcher alone. He stood at the entrance of the slaughterhouse without going in, and skillfully took out a grenade from his waist.

Clang! Clang~~~

Instead of the enemy, the butcher was met with two dark, lumpy iron objects.

The slaughterhouse was dimly lit, and the butchers couldn't even see what was rolling at their feet.

Judging from the sound, it seems to be a hand grenade.

Butcher:"......"

The butcher was half right; Xiao Miao had actually thrown out a flashbang and a grenade, one for crowd control and the other for damage.

The butcher only had time to let out a scream before he was sent to hell on the spot to exchange tips with the repairman.

On the other side, after killing the gunsmith, the three from the cross climbed up to the third floor first. Xiao Miao hurriedly climbed up to the third floor and only saw the corpses of assassins who had been killed with a single shot all over the ground.

The third floor is filled with bookshelves. The five-meter-high movable bookshelves are like the walls of a maze. Gunshots can be heard coming from behind the bookshelves. It seems that the people on the cross are exchanging fire with someone.

Sloan is old and frail and not a threat; it is the three Skywalkers who are putting up a stubborn resistance.

Xiao Miao reloaded his gun and quickly navigated the bookshelf maze following the sound of gunfire. Suddenly, he stopped and retreated.

boom!

A figure crashed into the bookshelf, landing heavily on the spot where Xiao Miao had just been standing. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Wesley.

Xiao Miao: "..."

It turned out that Wesley and his group were putting up a stubborn resistance.

Wesley coughed up a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and struggled to get up, only to find that both his legs were broken.

"Please...please save...Fire Fox!" he said, looking at Xiao Miao while spitting out blood.

The collapsed bookshelf triggered a chain reaction, with surrounding bookshelves falling one after another like dominoes.

Xiao Miao, carrying Wesley, dodged left and right, and placed him on the flat ground at the top of the stairs.

"Rest well, leave the rest to me."

After the bookshelf collapsed, the view from the third floor immediately became more open.

On the other side of the third floor, Sloan, the leader of the Brotherhood, stood quietly in front of the safe house, his hands behind his back, a smug smile on his face.

Standing beside Sloan were two men in black robes, one tall and one short, with wide hoods covering their faces. Fire Fox lay at their feet, his legs twisted, his face showing undisguised shock.

A werewolf, standing three meters tall, stood before the three men, its body bulging with muscles, looking ferocious and terrifying. It held one leg of the cross in one hand, as if it were a rag doll.

"Ah, you've finally arrived." The werewolf twisted its neck from side to side, casually tossing the cross next to the fire fox, and pointed its sharp claws at Xiao Miao: "Have you decided how you want to die, little bug?"