Infinite Hunter

Like the Englishman, they were walking at the back of the group, but not at the end. Cheng Yijiu, who was as relaxed as a tourist, and Xiao Zhang and the Englishman named Johnson were quite nervous. Screams were heard up ahead, followed by shouts of words starting with "F" and a burst of gunfire. Cheng Yijiu took a few quick steps and saw an old man lying on the ground—he was wearing what looked like a monk's robe or a mountain training suit, but he was lying motionless.

The other characters were either huddled to one side or missing—at first glance, most of them were huddled together, with only two or three missing. The Americans were all there, cursing furiously. They'd fired at least six shots, but Cheng Yijiu didn't see anyone else lying on the ground besides the old man. "What did you just find?" Cheng Yijiu asked.

"Who knows... a dog?" a bearded American said. "It was very fast. There was no sound before." He pointed at the old man on the ground, bleeding. "Suddenly, it jumped out of the broken house and pounced on this poor guy. I must have hit it." The American shrugged. "It's a pity it got away."

Cheng Yijiu and several other Americans turned the old man's body over. "He's dead... His throat was completely cut open. The poor guy probably lived for less than twenty seconds before he died." An American said, squatting down to check the wound. "Can you tell what weapon was used? Teeth or claws?" someone asked, and the American came closer with a flashlight to carefully examine it.

"Get out of here!" Cheng Yijiu kicked the American guy over. At the same time, the old man who had died on the ground suddenly jumped up. He was definitely going to grab someone, but now he missed. Cheng Yijiu retracted his leg very quickly, "Zombie! Or whatever you want to call it, blow its head off quickly! Damn it, don't hit me!"

Chapter 4 Prey

Cheng Yijiu's reaction speed was extremely fast. He pulled his legs back, roared, and then rolled sideways. As he expected, this American was not professional at all. He was panicked and kept pulling the trigger. The magazine was empty, and the revived corpse was still roaring. "He acts like a novice, damn it!" Cheng Yijiu cursed. Fortunately, the bullet dispersion was not bad. At least all of them hit the corpse, and the impact prevented it from jumping.

Cheng Yijiu didn't care. Staying near the muzzle of this idiot's gun was a foolish thing to do, so he quickly circled in the opposite direction, and Xiao Zhang quickly followed him. As for the resurrected corpse—let the Americans worry about it themselves. Whether to collect samples or just kill them was up to them. Cheng Yijiu felt that collecting them was useless. He didn't know how to leave yet. It was not like he could take it with him.

As for obtaining some biological samples, Cheng Yijiu was completely skeptical. He personally believed that if the creature managed to escape after being collected, it would be nothing more than ordinary corpse tissue after analysis by the research department. And the zombie was finally dealt with. Another American shot the corpse in the head with a pump-action gun, and the problem was solved. "It feels very familiar," Cheng Yijiu muttered. Xiao Zhang didn't hear clearly.

The culprit behind all this soon reappeared, this time targeting one of the book-wielding idiots—a seemingly high school girl, shivering in the sudden chill of the weather, dressed in a miko's attire. Winter clothing hadn't been distributed yet, and the Americans probably didn't bring much themselves. Cheng Yijiu spotted the thing just as it pounced.

The creature took several steps before lunging, on all fours. While this looked awkward, Cheng Yijiu was familiar with the movement—he'd seen something similar before. This was the way a creature that once walked upright would stoop and run on all fours. The most common examples of this were ghouls or, more commonly, lickers. Without a second thought, Cheng Yijiu reached out and pulled the girl away, stabbing forward with the dagger in his right hand.

Cheng Yijiu's reaction speed was incredibly fast, and he aimed squarely at the monster's neck. The dagger pierced directly into the neck, a move exceedingly difficult. With a flick of his wrist, Cheng Yijiu severed the creature's cervical vertebrae and the accompanying nerves—a wound that would have been fatal for most creatures, but at the very least, paraplegia. Unless this creature controlled its limbs independently of the nervous system, it would undoubtedly have lost its ability to move.

Luckily, the monster fell to the ground. While it could still make strange roars, it was ultimately unable to move. "Good! At least it's not a supernatural creature!" Cheng Yijiu thought. Now he could take a closer look at what it was. "It's ugly! It looks a bit like a ghoul." The creature before him was about the size of a small human, standing no taller than 1.4 meters.

The skin, clinging to the bones, felt dry, and there were remnants of filthy clothing, suggesting it might once have been a human. There was sparse hair on the head, and the face was undoubtedly a skull covered in skin. The eyeballs were still there, albeit pale, but still present. However, the nose, ears, and lips were gone, and the exposed teeth were clearly longer, with the canines likely due to significant wear on the other teeth.

The monster's mouth was still trying to close, apparently trying to move its neck to bite Cheng Yijiu. Its body was truly immobile. "This skinny body..." Where did the power to move so quickly come from? The swiftness of its movements and the ferocity of its attacks meant this creature must be at least as powerful as a lynx. How could it exert such strength from such a frail appearance?

At this time, Benzi and the Americans came over to take a look. Otherwise, why would you say that the Americans are rude? After they came over, they acted as if they were the masters. They took the monster away as if they had knocked it down. They didn't even say hello to Cheng Yijiu before taking it away. Xiao Zhang was very angry and was about to jump up to protest, but Cheng Yijiu held him down, "Don't worry, there are still a lot of these things - I guess the fun is still to come."

He whispered to Xiao Zhang, "Follow me, we will definitely be able to go back safely - the monster that shot down the helicopter, destroyed the armored vehicle, and caused hundreds of American soldiers to disappear has not appeared yet." This is certain. Although the zombies are very fierce, it is impossible for them to do the above points, even in groups - judging from the fact that Cheng Yijiu's dagger was able to break through the defense, the weapons of the American soldiers would cause a massacre to them.

Now, let alone the bodies of American soldiers, even the bodies of monsters were nowhere to be seen in the square. This was very strange. Cheng Yijiu had some ideas. He looked at the sky, then at the village in front of him, "I have a suspicion... We may not be where we originally entered." Xiao Zhang didn't understand all this, and Cheng Yijiu began to explain. Before explaining, he took off his military jacket and draped it over the trembling girl, in exchange for a word of Aligado or something, but Cheng Yijiu didn't listen carefully.

Cheng Yijiu wore a long-sleeved T-shirt, but he wasn't cold. Apollo's blessing had given him enough resistance to the cold—even in this place, where Apollo's power was extremely weak, this ability still worked. "The temperature here is only about 5 to 6 degrees Celsius. When we were here before, it was almost 20 degrees Celsius. How far have we come? The temperature difference is so big. And the mountains here are not on the map at all. And the snow and the village houses make me suspect some kind of spatial isolation."

Cheng Yijiu further explained, "Let's just think of it as another world. The moment we set foot here, we entered another world. But I have another idea, but I need more evidence to confirm it." The best pathfinders were, of course, the Americans and Benzi, so Cheng Yijiu let them do what they wanted. As they entered the village from the road, another entity emerged, accompanied by an eerie roar. It was wearing a vest, a pullover, and a shirt, possibly a villager.

There are also American soldiers - they are all zombies. The American soldiers have fatal wounds left on their bodies from their lifetime, which looks very scary, while the villagers have almost no such wounds on their bodies. They just have red eyes like light bulbs, and their movements are more agile than the zombie American soldiers, and they are no different from ordinary people.

Chapter 5 Search

The villagers were armed with weapons ranging from knives to pitchforks and axes. They were clearly relatively intelligent and were closing in at a considerable speed. Meanwhile, the zombie-like American soldiers were moving in strange, erratic movements, gradually approaching.

The Americans opened fire without hesitation, but neither Cheng Yijiu nor Xiao Zhang panicked. Cheng Yijiu, in particular, was carefully observing the villagers before him. "As expected," he whispered, "these people aren't from Japan. Judging from their appearance, they look more like the fusion of ethnic groups from Eastern Europe."

"An alternate dimension," Cheng Yijiu confirmed. Xiao Zhang gulped, feeling a bit nervous. The girl with the notebook followed Cheng Yijiu and the others, actually staying farther away from the original notebook group. She must have felt it was safer with Cheng Yijiu. She seemed to understand a little Chinese and was trying to understand what Cheng Yijiu was saying.

Cheng Yijiu can speak Japanese, but there is no need to.

The Americans' firepower was indeed formidable. After wasting ammunition at the beginning, they quickly calmed down and used burst fire to shoot the villagers and zombies. They would not rescue their "comrades" because their own lives were more important than theirs.

Besides, those "comrades" were clearly not alive. With their internal organs pulled out, they were nothing. They'd learned their lesson, aiming primarily at their heads—zombies were easy to target, but the more agile villagers weren't so easy. Fortunately, the villagers reacted to the impact and pain of bullets, so the Americans still had confidence.

Zombies only have an impact reaction. When hit by a bullet, they pause for a moment, and the impacted part is pushed back by the force. After their heads are blown off, they actually fall to the ground and "die." Villagers, on the other hand, will dodge after being hit by bullets, and will fall to the ground even if they are hit by multiple bullets. However, whether they are villagers or zombies, there is not much blood when they are hit and knocked down.

"This shouldn't be possible. If it could be done so easily, then how did the soldiers, helicopters and armored vehicles disappear and die before?" Cheng Yijiu decided that he couldn't continue to follow these Americans. The way they looked, they were the first choice to attract firepower.

So he pulled Xiao Zhang, signaling him to follow him. Cheng Yijiu turned a corner and walked into the path between the houses. Behind him, a girl with a notebook followed. "What's your name?" Cheng Yijiu didn't want to chase people away, so he asked.

Hearing that Cheng Yijiu could speak Japanese, the girl looked very excited. She stammered, "Eriko, Aso Eriko." Cheng Yijiu nodded, put his finger on his lips to indicate that it was time to keep quiet. He spoke in a low voice, "Follow me."

Cheng Yijiu, playing with a dagger in his hand, came to the door of a house. He used the dagger to pick the latch from the inside and slipped in. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a filthy place." Cheng Yijiu quickly scanned the place. "Oh, we don't have to go through the door." He saw several large holes in the wall that could be walked through.

There was no one on the first floor, but there was a burning fireplace and a basin on the table, the contents of which no one wanted to see. The change came from the second floor, a figure that almost fell directly and then bounced back to attack. Cheng Yijiu reacted immediately and slashed with a dagger.

His dynamic vision was extremely strong, and the knife cut the monster's arm at the joint. With one cut, the arm was immediately disabled - Cheng Yijiu accurately severed the joint ligaments and tendons. Even if the monster did not feel pain, it could not move without muscles, which violated physiology.

That's metaphysical.

After the monster stopped, Eriko, who was covering her mouth, and Xiao Zhang, who was still calm, finally saw it clearly—a villager, dressed like a villager, with red eyes and dirty, worn clothes. The good thing was that he had no weapons. Cheng Yijiu looked at the blade, which was almost bloodless.

The hunter said nothing, switching his backhand dagger to a forehand and closing in. The villager tried to lunge again, but this time he was met with a head-on kick to the knee. With a teeth-grinding sound, his entire calf buckled back, using the knee as a fulcrum.

The villager's movements naturally paused, and the next second, the dagger cut along the throat, from left to right. Cheng Yijiu advanced and retreated like lightning, and when he retreated, the villager covered his neck with his remaining arm. "The bubbles and the sound mean this thing still needs to breathe," Cheng Yijiu said calmly and coldly.

Unlike zombies, the villagers whose necks had been completely sliced ​​open struggled for a few moments before collapsing to the ground. It was hard to say whether they were still alive or dead. "Let's try to find something useful here." Cheng Yijiu felt that this alien space was probably more like a survival puzzle game. If they just rushed in, the Americans wouldn't have enough bullets—otherwise, the Americans, who had helicopters and armored vehicles, would have rushed through.

Xiao Zhang and Eriko immediately dispersed, searching for information and useful items. Eriko was clearly incompetent, searching like a headless chicken, but she was probably completely lost as to what she was looking for. Xiao Zhang was better, but still limited. Cheng Yijiu was still the fastest to search on his own. "Look for weapons and anything with words on it," he said, and went upstairs.

The second floor was equally shabby, with a huge, collapsed hole in the wooden floor. The villager had jumped down from there. Cheng Yijiu opened a drawer and removed anything that might have writing on it. He and Xiao Zhang were both wearing tactical full-finger gloves, which were very useful in this situation. He didn't have to worry about needle fragments or something scratching his fingers and turning him into a zombie.

In a cabinet on the second floor, Cheng Yijiu found something suitable - a suitcase.

He carried the suitcase downstairs. Unsurprisingly, the two men found nothing on the first floor, nor on the villagers' bodies. Cheng Yijiu spread out the items he had found on the second floor. "A notebook stained with blood and filth... and some scattered papers."

Cheng Yijiu pulled out a lighter—even though he didn't smoke, a kerosene lighter was still essential. He lit a fire under the paper, and sure enough, words gradually emerged from the bloodstains. "It's incredibly illegible, and I can't even read it!" Cheng Yijiu was deeply disappointed.

Fortunately, there should be some goods in the suitcase. Cheng Yijiu asked Xiao Zhang to do the same to see if he could identify what it was. After the suitcase was smashed open, Cheng Yijiu found that it was a gun case...

Chapter 6 The truth?

The suitcase was opened and confirmed to be a gun box. "There is such a thing in this place? This thing is a commemorative model. Could it be brought by the American who entered before? I don't think they have the time to bring this." Cheng Yijiu muttered, and Xiao Zhang also exclaimed after taking a look. As for the Japanese girl Eriko, he thought it seemed very powerful, but he didn't understand it.

Nestled within the box was a silver pistol. Xiao Zhang and Cheng Yijiu both recognized it as an M1911A1, a classic .45 ACP model. This one had an extended barrel, not as dramatic as the T800 used in the Terminator, but still considerably longer than a typical 1911. The silver slide was engraved with a vivid cobra. The gun was black, with mother-of-pearl grip patches.

There were two magazines in the box, both filled with ammunition. "Even if they're full, there's only 14 rounds total," Cheng Yijiu complained. "I can't use the 9mm, so I'll just take it. I shouldn't have taken such a chance. I should have asked those Americans for weapons." Cheng Yijiu put the pistol away and didn't give it to Xiao Zhang. "See if there are any other weapons here. I'll find one for you later," he said.

The box was opened with pearl cotton, and there was indeed a holster. Cheng Yijiu put on the holster, and the 1911 was on his hip. He also put the dagger on the hook of the holster shoulder belt so that it was easy to pull out.

The three of them carefully examined the collected notebooks and papers. Cheng Yijiu confirmed one thing: none of them could understand the writing, especially since it was stained with blood. Even burning it would blur it. Add to that the writer's sloppy handwriting, and it would be even harder to read. "It doesn't matter. There are plenty of rooms here. I'm sure we can find something," Cheng Yijiu said, looking out from the hole.

There were still gunshots outside; it looked like the Americans hadn't dealt with all the "monsters" that had burst forth. The three of them rushed out through the hole and into the dilapidated house across the street. It was still made of wooden planks, and looked like a simple tool shed—a proper house would have walls of stone and mud, otherwise, given the conditions here, someone would freeze to death. There were quite a few things in the tool shed; at least it wasn't just a sticker...

"Firewood, axe... This axe is terribly rusty. If I use it to chop someone, I'll definitely get tetanus, right?" Cheng Yijiu said, looking at the axe on the wooden block. "That would only be if the monsters were infected." Xiao Zhang now had a sense of humor. There was a lot of junk in here, and Cheng Yijiu finally found a weapon that was usable—there was a small compartment behind the firewood, which was blocked by the pile of wood when viewed from the front.

You have to look at it from a specific angle to find that you can squeeze in here, and you have to push open a cabinet with wooden bowls in it, which is actually useless. There is a table in the space inside, and the remaining space in one cabinet is only enough for one person to walk around, not two people side by side. There is a double-barreled shotgun in the cabinet, and in the double-door cabinet below are two boxes of shotgun shells with a total of 24 rounds. "12-gauge bullets, there are no single-shot bullets in here, but there are 00 buckshot bullets, which are enough for shooting people." Cheng Yijiu checked the ammunition and said to Xiao Zhang.

"You know a lot about ammunition," Xiao Zhang replied meaningfully, and Cheng Yijiu thrust the double-barreled shotgun at Xiao Zhang. "You use it." The gun was functional; Cheng Yijiu had checked it before handing it to Xiao Zhang. "You've collected weapons so quickly. I have some theories about this 'other world,' but I need more evidence to prove them," Cheng Yijiu said to Xiao Zhang, repeating his thoughts in Japanese to Ms. Aso.

Cheng Yijiu thought it would be best not to give this girl a weapon. If she were to be given a gun, Xiao Zhang and Cheng Yijiu would have to worry about it; it might go off accidentally or even hit one of their own. The weapon that suited this girl was actually escape. "She's at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength, so if all else fails, find her a starting pistol or something else that makes a noise. That would be enough to scare the enemy."

They walked out and a short distance along the road. This time, they found a house made of stone and mud, but the wooden door was locked. Cheng Yijiu kicked the door open and found a burning fireplace inside. "The suspended floor and the burning fireplace mean someone's here." He gestured to Xiao Zhang to put his gun down and let him take care of the interior. Sure enough, behind the fireplace, standing in the kitchen, was a man who looked like a local villager.

There was something wrong with this guy. He was like a puppet at first, but when he saw Cheng Yijiu, his eyes suddenly turned red, and then he grabbed a kitchen knife and rushed over. There was no need to shoot. Cheng Yijiu had previously used a dagger to cut a wooden stick in the tool room. The length was about one meter. As a swordsman, Cheng Yijiu was very familiar with weapons of this length, especially since he had studied Filipino stick fighting. This length of stick was just right.

With one blow, he knocked the man's kitchen knife away. Cheng Yijiu then used a stabbing strike, hitting him directly in the chin—he showed mercy, otherwise he would have hit his Adam's apple. This was also Cheng Yijiu's test. "It really doesn't work." The man in front of him tilted his head back, but quickly adjusted himself, ignoring the fallen teeth in his mouth, and continued to rush towards Cheng Yijiu.

A normal person would have fainted from the blow, or at least vomited due to a concussion. This guy was completely unaffected, which confirmed Cheng Yijiu's suspicions. He then showed no mercy, stabbing the villager's throat with a wooden stick the thickness of an egg, causing direct damage to his trachea.

This time it worked. The man covered his throat and began to gasp. Cheng Yijiu shifted the stick to his left hand and, with his right hand, drew a dagger and slashed it across the back of the villager's neck. The tip of the blade penetrated the cervical vertebrae, severing the nerve bundle within. "This is the second test," Cheng Yijiu thought, looking at the man lying on the ground. "This is a bit tricky. Let's see if there are any disinfectants or clean water here." He said this and gestured for Xiao Zhang to find them.

Cheng Yijiu stepped on the still-breathing villager and prepared to slice through his spine. His knife had barely penetrated five centimeters when the man suddenly jumped up, shocking Cheng Yijiu back a few steps. The man's head snapped off his neck and drooped down his back. From the broken neck grew a strange creature with long, segmented tentacles, resembling a centipede or centipede.

The villager, who should have been paralyzed, stood up again and walked towards Cheng Yijiu. "I finally understand what's going on—it's outrageous, but it might be the 'truth' of this other world." Cheng Yijiu had been trained to be a hunter with a wild imagination, so it was easy for him to come up with a hypothesis for the current situation. Xiao Zhang came out and saw this thing and shouted in a half-excited and half-frightened voice, "Resident Evil 4? Parasite?"

Cheng Yijiu also laughed. "Maybe it's true. I suspect this world is probably some kind of 'fantasy town,' a kind of weirdness." There are many legends about this kind of thing, from Fairyland to Neverland, and those strange villages that suddenly appear and disappear are all of this kind. The current world is likely formed by absorbing the Resident Evil series—human thoughts and emotions are essential to the formation of these weird places.

"Who's to blame for Capcom rehashing this old thing these past two years...? And it's selling like hotcakes all over the world, even more than it did back then!" Cheng Yijiu said. A stick wouldn't be enough to deal with this parasite. "Xiao Zhang, give him a shot!" Cheng Yijiu quickly retreated, still holding onto Aso, while Xiao Zhang unhooked his hunting rifle—he'd already loaded it with two rounds—from his back. He took aim from about two meters away and pulled the trigger.

The 12-gauge buckshot blasted out with a loud bang and a flash of fire, instantly reducing the insect protruding from its neck to a pulp. In the game, it could withstand two buckshot rounds, but now a single round reduced it to ash. The corpse fell heavily to the ground, naturally not melting or yielding any money or ammunition. "Is there any water?" Cheng Yijiu, no longer interested in studying the corpse, asked Xiao Zhang.

"Yes, there really is running water. But I'm not sure if there are viruses or... parasites in the water." Xiao Zhang looked at the body on the ground. This sentence must have just occurred to him. Cheng Yijiu turned on the faucet, and water flowed out to wash the dagger. "It's not frozen..." He muttered, and soon the water disappeared. "It seems that the pipe outside may still be frozen."

Next came the big search - Cheng Yijiu, Xiao Zhang, and their burden Aso Eriko didn't bring any more food and water, so they had to collect some. Of course, there might be other useful things here - such as ammunition. Aso said that she could also fight, she knew how to use a bow and arrow - as a shrine maiden, archery training was also necessary. Cheng Yijiu handed Aso a stick, "Use this to protect yourself until you find a bow and arrow - remember, stabbing is faster and more damaging than hitting with a stick."

Cheng Yijiu pounded on the pipe, eventually collecting about ten liters of water. There was actually a large pot here, and it looked reasonably clean. He planned to distill some drinking water after filtering it through charcoal, but for food, he would have to rely on the dry food and peanut chocolate bars he brought with him. "Hopefully, we can resolve this within 24 hours. Of course, we might still have to... Wait, how long has it been since you heard the gunshots?" Cheng Yijiu suddenly became alert and asked Xiao Zhang.

This guy seemed to have just figured it out, and couldn't give Cheng Yijiu an answer. The only thing left to do now was to solve the distilled water problem. Cheng Yijiu spread the charcoal from the fireplace on a rack, then doused it with water. He then handed it to Xiao Zhang to let it settle and prepare for distillation. He searched the entire house—it was only one floor, but had several rooms. Finally, Cheng Yijiu found a piece of paper he could understand.

"Help? Just writing 'help' is useless!" The piece of paper was useless, but the map taped to the side was more useful. Cheng Yijiu took it down and examined it carefully. It should be a map of the village, but it was hand-drawn. "It's at least useful." He then found a knife in a room, a single-edged knife with a blade about twelve centimeters long. He could give it to Xiao Zhang. The only other useful item was bullets. This place probably didn't ban guns, because Cheng Yijiu found more than one type of bullet.

The ammunition was scattered in boxes in a cabinet. Cheng Yijiu took a quick look and saw at least four different types of ammunition—9mm PA ammunition was the most common, followed by .45 ACP ammunition, .38 Magnum pistol ammunition, and finally 7.92 Mauser rifle ammunition. This mixed box of ammunition contained at least 200 rounds, which was quite heavy. Cheng Yijiu cursed as he picked out the .45 rounds, thankfully not confusing them with the .38 Magnum.

"Twenty-seven rounds." Cheng Yijiu put the bullets into the pocket of his tactical pants. This way he could still use the pistol with some accuracy. With the power of the 1911, he was confident that he could kill his opponent with one shot to the head at close range.

Chapter 7 Search

Cheng Yijiu finished his search and emerged. He hadn't found the third gun. He circled the house on the map with the red pen he'd found and marked it with the word "bullet"—if he ever found a weapon of the right caliber, he could come here and look for bullets. Xiao Zhang and Ma Sheng had just finished distilling some water when a roar erupted from outside. Cheng Yijiu quickly ran to the kicked-open door.

"Aso, keep going. Xiao Zhang, come over and fire as you wish—remember to conserve ammunition." Cheng Yijiu instructed Aso in Japanese and called over Xiao Zhang in Chinese. He had no formal military training, so he gave Xiao Zhang the freedom to fire freely. As for Cheng Yijiu, he was watching the American zombies outside—he was considering how to deal with them.

"There aren't many, only nine, but the distance between them is a bit troublesome." The zombies were a bit close together, so rushing in for a close combat would be disadvantageous—but Cheng Yijiu really didn't want to waste his bullets. In the end, he just quickly picked up the wooden stick—yes, the same one he had given Aso for self-defense. He used the stick to fight. The zombies might have vision, but they definitely had hearing, and they had definitely discovered them by now.

These zombies didn't move very fast, but Cheng Yijiu knew they were actually quite fast when they got close. The most important thing was, if his suspicions were correct, the most annoying thing about these creatures was the virus they carried. A scratch or a bite would turn you into one of them, unless you had antibodies. Did he have antibodies? Cheng Yijiu doubted he had any, and if his suspicions were correct, these viruses couldn't survive in the "real" world.

Ultimately, the so-called zombie virus was impossible, and the BOW it created couldn't possibly exist—yet here, everything was real. As Cheng Yijiu pondered these random thoughts, he recalled his own experience hunting in the Resident Evil world, and he had some experience dealing with these zombies. "I hope this stick is strong enough," he muttered.

"Don't shoot carelessly! I'll be a laughing stock if you hit me," Cheng Yijiu shouted to Xiao Zhang as he rushed out. Afterward, he rushed out. The first American zombie didn't have a helmet, so Cheng Yijiu easily struck him hard on the head with his stick, out of reach of his arms. "Damn it! They should have put an iron ring or some other metal head on their heads. It would have saved a lot of effort," Cheng Yijiu cursed.

Fortunately, the stick successfully cracked the zombie's skull. Just like the world Cheng Yijiu had experienced before, these zombies' bones had clearly become more fragile. A normal person, if not completely frightened and well-protected, would be unlikely to be overwhelmed by a zombie. Even zombies, unable to feel pain, could exert their muscles to the utmost. Such extreme exertion would initially break their own bones...

After its skull was smashed, the American zombie fell to the ground. Was it dead or not? Who knew now? Perhaps it would let out a hoarse roar and crawl back up? This world was ultimately "real." There was no such thing as a pool of blood beneath a corpse signifying the zombie's demise. Cheng Yijiu didn't have time for a thorough treatment. He simply crushed the zombie's skull completely. He believed a zombie with nothing above its neck would be unable to get up again.

Even if it evolves into a so-called licker, it cannot move without a head.

The second zombie that followed closely behind had a helmet on its head, so the stick could only be used to hit it. However, Cheng Yijiu would not do that. He directly targeted the zombie's knee joints. These zombies were all wearing standard US military equipment, so the knees of their military pants had external knee armor to protect them. Cheng Yijiu chose to make the zombie stumble. Because he was a zombie, his balance was not very good, and a stumble would cause him to fall.

After they fall, things get easier—attack the zombie from behind, destroying its knee joints. That thing can be left alone for now, and even better if you can destroy its elbows as well. Cheng Yijiu did the same thing, and he did the same with the American zombies behind him who were wearing helmets. The ones without helmets were simply smashed in the skull. It only took about two minutes, and with Xiao Zhang swallowing a little in the background, Cheng Yijiu took care of all the zombies.

Xiao Zhang was quite nervous. He had never imagined that one day he would personally participate in the Resident Evil, and it seemed that he might become one of the three protagonists... "Is this considered Resident Evil: Escape?" Xiao Zhang also asked, and Cheng Yijiu shook his head, "No, maybe Resident Evil 4.5?"

"Can we make a game?" Xiao Zhang said, finding a way to make a joke. "If you pay, I guess we can..." Cheng Yijiu said, smashing rocks into the zombies' skulls. He used a stick to pry open their helmets and smashed the zombies' skulls with rocks. "Damn it, we should also find a suitable tactical vest and helmet, and we need stab-proof clothing," he said. "My belt can do two wraps around my chest and waist, but it's not enough."

The zombies' skulls were completely smashed, so their helmets were of course useless, and their clothes were certainly useless, but their weapons and equipment were still usable. Cheng Yijiu and Xiao Zhang found two pistols and four daggers from the seven corpses. The pistols were SIG Sauer M17 9mm rifles currently in service in the United States. Cheng Yijiu and Xiao Zhang each took one, and gave one dagger to Aso. Cheng Yijiu replaced his original dagger with an M10 saber, while Xiao Zhang took an M11 saber.

Both the M10 and M11 were too large for a girl, so Cheng Yijiu gave his smaller dagger to Aso. "This little bit of water is enough. After we gather up the 9mm bullets, we'll go out and look for any unfortunate American military vehicles. I think they're probably somewhere here, and hopefully there's enough supplies inside," Cheng Yijiu said, then he went out to explore the way ahead.

No one knew where the villagers had gone. Cheng Yijiu always felt that the enemies here might have been "brushed out", except for the American zombies... He walked along the road and soon saw a US Stryker armored vehicle crashing into a house. Cheng Yijiu quickly approached and happily found that the car was indeed unusable - he couldn't see where it was broken, but it just couldn't start.

Xiao Zhang, who seemed to be a skilled mechanic, checked the car carefully but couldn't find anything wrong—the fuel gauge showed half a tank of gas, but it wouldn't fire. The car's heavy artillery had run out of ammunition, and with the doors open, no bodies were found. Fortunately, they did find supplies.

Chapter 8 Beginning

The armored vehicle had no visible damage, at least not from the outside—it had simply run out of ammunition and was unable to start. Luckily, there were still quite a few supplies inside the cabin—Cheng Yijiu and Xiao Zhang found four helmets.

"Are the US Navy SEALs coming too this time?" Xiao Zhang said casually. Cheng Yijiu looked at the FAST helmet in his hand and shook his head. "I'm not sure." He grabbed one and put it on his head. "Anyway, even if the SEALs are here, they're probably already in big trouble."

Cheng Yijiu casually put a FAST helmet on Aso's head and said, "This thing is somewhat useful, although I would rather find a Sanhua mask." He continued to open the box, which contained several military jackets and even two bulletproof jackets, which made people happy.

So Xiao Zhang and Cheng Yijiu quickly equipped themselves. They also found some ammunition: two boxes of 12-gauge buckshot and two boxes of 9mm, but only twelve rounds of .45 ACP. All the ammunition was well-placed, and to their delight, they found four water bags, a full case of drinking water, and six large boxes of dry food.

These water bags were almost equivalent to a military backpack with a slightly smaller capacity. Cheng Yijiu and Xiao Zhang filled the three-liter water bags with drinking water, and were distributed with dry food and medical kits - Aso was also given a bag and was asked to change all his clothes - the box contained clothes, pants and boots, even if they didn't fit well, they had to be changed.

Her shoes were stuffed with cotton to fit Aso's feet, and even though her pants were too big, there was no way to change them—if she continued wearing her original clothes, she would sooner or later freeze to death from hypothermia. Remirete and Xiao Zhang both put on sunglasses, and now they looked like American soldiers.

"What a shame, there are no weapons." Xiao Zhang looked at the small-caliber machine gun in the rooftop weapon station with regret and sighed. "It's good to be able to find supplies." Cheng Yijiu was quite open-minded. "Next, let me begin my Resident Evil journey and see which generations this so-called 'world' draws its elements from."

"Of course it's the 4th and 8th generations. Because I saw this world, I suspect that the so-called Hachishaku-san is actually made up of the 8th generation." Xiao Zhang said, and Aso, a Japanese girl, agreed with this view. Cheng Yijiu nodded, "Let's fight first and talk later. Let's go find those Americans."

The disappearance of the previous gunshots gave Cheng Yijiu an ominous premonition, so he quickly ran towards the square according to the route on the map - if those Americans were not stupid, they would definitely run to the square to check the crashed helicopter and the destroyed armored vehicle.

Sure enough, groups of villagers appeared on the road again, but this time there were no US soldier zombies to be seen. The villagers seemed to be working, while Cheng Yijiu, Xiao Zhang, and Aso hid behind a wall, observing their activities with small binoculars.

"It's almost the same as in the game. The clothes on these people are really dirty, and their thoughts and consciousness should be distorted and controlled by parasites, right?" Xiao Zhang talked more, and Cheng Yijiu nodded. He could sense that Xiao Zhang was a little excited. It seemed that becoming the "protagonist" made him very happy?

"Do you want to be Leon Scott Kennedy? I remember that guy's jacket costing nearly two thousand dollars." Cheng Yijiu also said something jokingly, "Our equipment is not worse than Leon's, but I remember that from the first to the fourth generation, the game time of each generation actually only took place within 24 hours."

"The game advocates pistols, but if we can find a rifle, it should be much easier." Cheng Yijiu said, "It's just a biological weapon. When will carbon-based organisms be able to withstand gunpowder weapons?" The game is for playability, and it has been transformed into the current world. It seems that this world cannot completely violate the physical rules of the "main world".

For example, it can't render gunpowder weapons useless. Under the same physical laws, a rifle is inherently more powerful than a pistol. And a standard pistol is definitely more powerful than a dagger. It's impossible for a single burst from a submachine gun to be less powerful than six slashes—yes, I'm talking about a certain mercenary who thrives on knife damage.

These villagers had normal vision, hearing, and smell, so there was no way they could sneak past them—even if the parasites were controlling them, their minds were still normal. Cheng Yijiu and Xiao Zhang were not assassins, so their stealth abilities were limited. "If you want to get to the square, you have to pass through here. I think we have to fight."

Going from the rooftop is not an option, but maybe it can avoid being surrounded. Cheng Yijiu looked at the burden and said, "Aso, I'll find a suitable hiding place for you. You can hide and wait for us to come back. If you follow us, I don't think your athletic ability may be enough." The girl was relatively clear-headed and nodded in agreement.

Cheng Yijiu carefully observed the surroundings, then led Xiao Zhang and Aso back into a wooden house. There were piles of wood here, and no villagers were around. It looked like no one had been there for a long time—a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground and the wood. Cheng Yijiu walked around the door, forcefully pried open the wooden planks on the wall, and signaled Aso to hide inside. "Don't worry, I'll definitely come find you."

Xiao Zhang half-crouched behind the wall, his hands clasped at his waist. Cheng Yijiu took a slight run-up and placed one foot on Xiao Zhang's hands. Xiao Zhang threw Cheng Yijiu, who took advantage of the momentum and leaped to grab the edge of the roof. With a push of his arms, he easily climbed onto the roof. Cheng Yijiu reached out and grabbed Xiao Zhang's outstretched hand, then with a single pull, pulled Xiao Zhang onto the roof as well.

This is a typical European building, with gable and triangular roofs. Be careful when you step, don't slip on the sliding tiles, and don't fall down by stepping on the roof, so be careful when moving. Cheng Yijiu calculated the number of bullets and looked at the number of villagers. "It's a good idea. We can fight and move at the same time. If we reach the square, we can kill at least two-thirds of the villagers - if there are no new reinforcements."

They also had a commensurate amount of bullets for the remaining one-third. After knocking them all down, they might be able to restock their ammunition at the armored vehicle. "We have to be very accurate," Cheng Yijiu said, "so we give them a chance to climb up. Just like in the game."

The villagers probably didn't know how to use guns—otherwise, they would have used guns when they faced the Americans. Of course, Cheng Yijiu was also prepared. As long as he reacted quickly enough, he could also engage in a gunfight by using the reverse slope of the roof.