What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

Chapter 79 A Biohazard Outbreak in Japan (4400)

Vasily did not answer immediately, but instead held the tube of green spores up to his eyes and carefully examined the slowly floating and rotating gray-green particles inside through the test tube wall.

The young team member Maxim, standing nearby, also leaned over, looking at the tube of spores with curiosity: "Is this the zombie virus developed by Japan?"

The other team members also gathered around. They had all played the recently popular Resident Evil game, and they never expected that one day they would actually see something like the T-virus in the game.

"Is our country also going to develop biological weapons? Don't we already have Project Iron Body and Project Sky Dome? We shouldn't need any zombies, right?" Maxim asked again.

Project Iron Body is a top-secret project of the Northern Alliance to transform ordinary soldiers into super soldiers through biotechnology.

This world's technology tree is somewhat unbalanced. Although the development of firearms has stagnated for over a century, biotechnology has not stopped developing; on the contrary, it has become very advanced.

As war loomed, body modification technology was immediately put on the agenda by the militaries of various countries, and its development progressed much faster than the production of new tanks and warships.

Their Giant Bear Squad was an early product of Project Iron Body. Each member underwent multiple surgeries and muscle fiber modifications, giving them twice the strength and speed of ordinary soldiers.

Therefore, they don't think much of the so-called zombies. If they were in Raccoon City, they believe they could do better than Leon in the game.

The Sky Dome Project, on the other hand, was the development of nuclear weapons.

"We may soon negotiate with the Stars and Stripes to discuss the future of nuclear weapons. Project Sky Dome and Project Awakening of the Stars and Stripes may be temporarily shelved. We need another weapon to replace it." Vasily carefully placed the tube of spores into the shockproof metal box.

"We may soon discuss nuclear weapons with the Stars and Stripes. Project Sky Dome and Project Skyfall of the Stars and Stripes may be temporarily shelved. We need another weapon to replace them," Vasily said.

After the release of Resident Evil: The Final Chapter, experts from the Northern Alliance and the Stars and Stripes began to draw a conclusion based on the mushroom cloud and the data they had already studied: the indiscriminate use of nuclear weapons would destroy human civilization.

While nuclear bombs flatten cities and wipe out large numbers of people, they also cause radioactive fallout that lasts for decades, polluting the soil, water and air within a radius of tens of kilometers around the explosion center into a dead zone unsuitable for any living organism.

The reason they are fighting is ultimately because global resources are dwindling, and they want to seize each other's resources.

If nuclear bombs contaminate all the already scarce resources, and in the end all that money was spent and so many people died, all that was left was a scorched wasteland where not even grass could grow, then it would be a huge loss.

Ultimately, war is about economics. When the cost of using a weapon exceeds the benefits it can bring, no matter how powerful it is, it can only be locked away in a safe.

Therefore, they also set their sights on cheap biological weapons.

Upon learning that someone within Fusang had stolen the spore virus and intended to seek refuge with the Northern Alliance, the Northern Alliance leadership made a decision almost without any further discussion, immediately dispatching their most elite Giant Bear Squad.

"I want to know why you want to hand these things over to us?" Vasily asked the Japanese researcher in front of him with some surprise after putting the test tubes down.

They initially thought it was a trap, but now it seems to be real.

The Northern Alliance has never laid a foothold in Japan, and its intelligence network penetration in this land is far less than that of the Stars and Stripes. Even their own intelligence officers are struggling to figure out how to break through this impenetrable island nation.

I didn't expect to get the item so easily; the process was strangely smooth.

"The lab director has gone mad recently, bringing in 500 death row inmates to try and infect them into zombies. But we simply can't manage that many people, and the situation is getting out of control."

The Japanese researcher named Yuuma Takagi was trembling as he recalled his experiences during this period.

The underground laboratory was not large to begin with; it was originally designed to accommodate a maximum of two hundred experimental subjects at the same time.

As soon as the five hundred death row inmates were brought in, the entire laboratory immediately became incredibly crowded. The isolation rooms were not enough, so several people had to be crammed into an isolation pod that was originally only big enough for one person.

However, such a crowded environment made their management work extremely difficult. They were unable to carry out infection conversion one by one according to standard procedures, and could only carry out large-scale infection in batches at the same time.

However, how to safely remove these massive numbers of zombies from the laboratory after the conversion is complete is another huge problem.

A few days ago, the airtight door of an isolation room malfunctioned due to overloading, and more than a dozen spore zombies squeezed out from the crack in the door and began to frantically bite the researchers around them.

Yuma Takagi was at the other end of the corridor when he witnessed a colleague he had worked with for a long time being pounced on by those undead creatures covered in mushrooms. Several mouths bit down at the same time, and blood splattered all over the glass of the observation window.

He was so scared that he wet himself and collapsed on the ground, too weak to even stand up.

Even as he was being bitten, his colleague was still reaching out to him, calling his name and begging him to save her.

But Yuma Takagi could do nothing. He could only watch helplessly as his colleague's eyeballs were covered by hyphae, and dense, grayish-white fungal spots began to appear on his skin. Then, he stiffly stood up from the ground and looked at him with an empty gaze that was completely inhuman.

It was only then that Yuma Takagi fully realized what kind of monster they had created.

Although the ground armed forces rushed down in freight elevators to suppress the attack immediately after receiving the alarm, more than a dozen researchers were bitten and infected in the melee and turned into spore zombies.

Most importantly, there is currently no effective vaccine or antidote for this spore virus, and the infection is irreversible; once bitten, it's truly the end.

Yuma Takagi understood that if he continued to stay in this underground laboratory, he would eventually suffer the same fate.

So when the lab was in chaos, he secretly contacted the Northern Alliance.

He didn't want to do any more of that bullshit experiment. All that talk about great scientific breakthroughs, national missions, and the ultimate form of human evolution was just nonsense that madman Nobuyuki Nakajima used to deceive himself and others.

All he wanted was to take a sum of money that would be enough for him to live comfortably for the rest of his life, escape to a safe place, and live a life of idleness and waiting for death.

His choice proved to be correct.

Vasily's Bear Squad did not encounter any heavily guarded troops in the ground camp, not because the Japanese had lowered their guard, but because the underground laboratory had once again rioted.

This time the scale was even larger than the last time, and all the ground troops were urgently transferred down to control the situation. Taking advantage of the chaos, Yuma Takagi secretly grabbed a bottle of spores and ran up.

"I understand, we will fulfill your request." Vasily nodded, though it was unclear whether he believed Takagi Yuma's words.

Vasily then looked at a squad member beside him and said, "Take him to the ship, then immediately send him to the Northern Alliance territory. Be careful on the way, don't let him die."

"Understood." The team member nodded, stepped forward, and grabbed Takagi Yuuma's arm.

Yuma Takagi did not struggle, letting the burly Northern Federation man, as strong as a wall, drag him into the depths of the dense forest.

He glanced back in the direction he had come from, unsure if he would ever return to this land, or if he would ever see the cherry blossoms of his hometown again.

But at this moment, all he wanted was to survive, even as a traitor.

Vasily stood there, watching the team member and Takagi Yuma disappear behind the bushes.

"Boss, do you believe what that Japanese guy said?" Maxim leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"I only believe it halfway." Vasily shook his head, turning his gaze back to the shockproof metal box containing the spore samples at his feet.

"The riot in the basement of the research institute is most likely true, but he said he just sneaked out during the chaos. I don't believe him; it's too much of a coincidence."

"You mean he was deliberately sent out to deliver something?" Maxim said.

"I can't be sure either." Vasily shook his head again. His intuition told him that something was fishy, ​​but he didn't have enough information at the moment.

"So what do we do now? Should we still take the spores back?" Maxim frowned.

"We won't be going back anytime soon." Vasily slung the metal box over his shoulder.

"Let's find a place to see if these spores are actually effective."

"What if it works?" Maxim pressed.

"If it works, we can see how strong the zombies are. If what the Japanese have been bragging about is actually useless, then there's no point in us taking it back. If they're strong, we can take advantage of the chaos in Japan to get another vial of spores and go back," Vasily said.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! No wonder you're the captain!" Maxim's eyes lit up, and he gave Vasily a thumbs-up, praising him repeatedly.

However, he quickly lowered his thumb and asked, "But where should we choose to place them?"

Vasily looked at Kyoto in the distance and said, "That's fine. A big city is perfect for an experiment."

After confirming their target, the Giant Bear Squad began their journey to Kyoto.

As the last rays of the setting sun sank behind the ridgeline west of Kyoto, this megacity, which ranks among the world's top cities, slowly lit up.

The streets were bustling with people: white-collar workers in suits heading to izakayas after get off work, young housewives pushing strollers, and high school students carrying backpacks home from cram schools.

In the narrow alleys of Kabukicho, beautiful girls dressed in gorgeous kimonos began to appear one after another in front of wooden sliding doors, greeting passing men in gentle and languid tones.

Everything seemed no different from usual, and everyone continued with their daily lives.

No one noticed a group of burly men wearing gas masks standing on the roof of the tallest building in Kabukicho.

The burly man in the lead loosened his grip on the test tube, and a few seconds later it fell to the ground and shattered, scattering the green spores inside.

No one noticed the slight cracking sound, nor did anyone notice the thin green mist slowly spreading across the asphalt road.

No one noticed that the mist particles did not drift away with the wind, but instead, as if they were alive, attached themselves to passersby, entered their nasal cavities, and permeated their respiratory tracts.

A middle-aged office worker in a wrinkled Brazilian suit staggered out of an izakaya (Japanese pub) with red lanterns hanging at the entrance, muttering curses under his breath.

You could vaguely hear him cursing his wife who was having an affair with his boss, cursing the high oil prices, and cursing the 30-year mortgage.

He walked down the street filled with laughter and joy, feeling as if the whole world was mocking him, that everyone was happier and better off than him.

He kicked an empty soda can at his feet, imagining it as his fat, big-eared boss, kicking it away, chasing after it, kicking it again, and chasing after it again.

The aluminum can tumbled and clanged on the asphalt road before finally landing at someone's feet, next to a pair of feet wearing white over-the-knee socks and round-toed student shoes.

He chased after the can, looked up, and saw that above the knee-high socks was the hem of a sailor uniform, above the hem was the sailor uniform's neckerchief, and above the neckerchief was a face mostly covered by bangs.

A female student in a sailor uniform stood alone at the entrance of the alley, head down, motionless.

"Hey! What are you doing blocking my way!" he yelled at the female student.

He used a volume many times louder than usual to vent all the frustration he had endured that day on a complete stranger.

But the female student kept her head down, motionless, and did not react to his roar.

Seeing the girl remain unmoved, he swallowed hard, feeling an uncontrollable heat rising within him.

He remembered his fat, greasy boss who could sleep with his subordinates' wives at will, and his own promiscuous wife who didn't even offer a symbolic resistance. He wanted to vent his frustrations on other people.

"Hey! Will you do daddy's work or not? I'll give you 30,000 yen!" The office worker took out his wallet and handed several crumpled 10,000 yen bills to the girl in the sailor uniform.

The girl kept her head down and remained motionless. The office worker waited for a few seconds, then lost his patience.

He reached out to stuff the banknotes directly into the collar of the girl's sailor uniform, while his other hand eagerly grabbed her wrist, trying to drag her into the unlit alleyway next to them.

But the moment his fingers touched the girl's wrist, he felt a chill that was completely inhuman.

That wasn't the body temperature of a living person; it was as cold as a corpse that had been lying in a morgue for a long time.

He instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but it was too late. The girl's wrist suddenly twisted in his palm and gripped his wrist with unusual force.

The office worker stared in horror, his drunkenness instantly dissipating, and he finally saw the girl's face, which had been hidden by her bangs.

There was no trace of youth or vitality on her face; her skin was covered with a fine layer of grayish-white hyphae, and her eyeballs were completely covered by fungal tissue.

The office worker wanted to scream, but the girl's body was already pressed against him, her mouth wide open, and she bit down on him.

The office worker's screams echoed through the alleyways of Kabukicho, but the street was simply too noisy. The shouts of people soliciting business outside the pachinko parlors, the clinking of glasses coming from the izakayas, and the old, worn-out song playing from the coin-operated karaoke machine on the street corner—all these noises combined to completely drown out his screams.

Soon the screams of the office workers also stopped.

His body twitched a few times on the ground, then he stiffly stood up from the pool of blood.

His pupils had turned a cloudy grayish-white, and a thin layer of grayish-white mycelium had begun to appear on his face.