Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

Chapter 217: This isn't a movie, it's real hell.

The smell in the air has changed.

If the smell before was just a faint musty and disinfectant odor, now it's an intense, suffocating stench.

It was the smell of rotting corpses, fermenting internal organs, and a large amount of blood.

For someone like He Yuanchao, who had crawled out of piles of dead bodies, the smell was unpleasant, but that was all; at most, he would just frown.

But for these soldiers who are used to modern warfare and who even spray on hairspray and cologne when on missions, this is nothing short of a psychological attack.

Especially Matt.

This guy couldn't hold it in any longer, so he leaned against the wall and vomited violently, emptying out all the food he had left from last night.

But there's no time to rinse his mouth now.

Because of those things... those colleagues who should have been lying in body bags, they have already flooded in like a tide.

"Back off! Back to the server room entrance!"

"Utilize the narrow terrain for defense!"

"Don't linger! Conserve your ammunition!"

He Yuanchao's voice rang out amidst the chaos, becoming the only lifeline for these people.

He wasn't the team's official captain, but now, his words carried more weight than an imperial edict.

Xue De was a little dazed at the moment, and when he heard He Yuanchao's instructions, he subconsciously repeated them.

"Do as he says!"

"Retreat! Alternate cover!"

"Aim for the head! Aim for the head!"

"Bang! Bang! Rat-a-tat-tat!"

Gunfire erupted once again.

But the design of this honeycomb is absolutely awful.

To maintain secrecy, Umbrella built the place like a maze, with narrow passages and corners designed to prevent leaks.

This is for safety reasons under normal circumstances.

Now?

This is practically a zombie paradise.

You never know if a rotten face will suddenly appear around the next corner and bite you in the throat.

Moreover, these zombies don't just walk slowly with their hands raised in surrender like in the movies.

During the brief period after the Red Queen restarted, they received some kind of stimulation, or perhaps the echo effect made them even more excited because the place was too enclosed.

Although they have difficulty walking, their explosive power when they pounce and bite is extremely astonishing.

"Reload! Cover me!"

A special operations team member named JD ran out of bullets.

He was about to bend down to touch the spare magazine.

Suddenly, a section of the floor beneath our feet was lifted up—it was the cover of the ventilation duct!

A hand, consisting only of bones and rotten flesh, suddenly reached out from below and grabbed JD's ankle tightly.

The grip was incredibly strong; his fingernails had dug into the seams of his combat boots.

"Ah! What is that?!"

JD screamed in fright, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

Followed by.

Half of its body emerged from that dark, gaping pipe opening.

She was a female researcher wearing a white lab coat.

Its lower body had been severed by something, its intestines spilling out onto the ground, but its grayish-white eyes were fixed on JD's thigh.

"Snap!"

Without any hesitation.

It opened its huge mouth, which was covered in black blood, and bit down on JD's calf.

Even through tactical pants, even with knee pads.

Those teeth, strengthened by the virus, still easily tore through the fabric and bit into the flesh.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed down the corridor.

JD was in excruciating pain, his body convulsing as he frantically smashed the zombie's head with his gun.

But this is completely useless!

The zombie wouldn't let go once it bit down, and it even kept tearing at the flesh, as if it wanted to rip that piece of flesh off and swallow it whole.

"JD!"

When Ryan heard her boyfriend's screams, her eyes instantly turned red.

She desperately wanted to rush over and save the person.

But the horde of zombies had already pressed forward, and more than a dozen hands reached out to grab her.

"Don't go and get yourself killed!"

He Yuanchao grabbed Ryan by the back of her neck and pulled her back like a chick.

"He got bitten!"

"The viruses in this godforsaken place are contagious just from contact with bodily fluids!"

"You can't save him!"

"Let me go! That's JD!" Ryan, like a mad lioness, turned around and wanted to punch He Yuanchao.

But He Yuanchao only gave her a cold look, and the chill in his eyes made Ryan stiffen.

"Do you want to be buried with me?"

"Or are you trying to kill us all?"

He Yuanchao ignored the irrational woman.

He raised his hand.

He held the Desert Eagle steadily level in his hand.

His gun-handling skills, honed through countless real battles, allowed him to maintain surgical precision even in chaotic, crowded, and poorly lit environments.

"Bang!"

A dazzling burst of flame shot from the muzzle.

The enormous recoil was almost negligible on his reinforced arms.

far away.

The female zombie who was frantically tearing at JD's leg had its head explode like a rotten watermelon being hit by a hammer.

Dirty blood sprayed all over JD's face.

JD paused for a moment, then rolled over in pain, clutching his leg.

The wound on his leg was so deep that the bone was visible, and black blood was spreading rapidly.

He's finished.

The infection has already begun, and in less than half an hour, he too will turn into one of those man-eating monsters.

He Yuanchao lowered the muzzle of his gun.

He didn't fire another shot at JD.

It's not because of kindness.

Rather, it's because... there's no need to waste this expensive Magnum bullet.

Moreover, leaving a wounded person here to scream can attract more zombies' attention, giving the others some time to escape.

This is war.

This is the end times.

There's not much warmth and tenderness, only the cold rules of survival.

"Walk!"

He Yuanchao let out a low roar, turned around and kicked open a side door that hadn't yet been blocked by the horde of zombies.

That's the passageway leading to the backup elevator shaft.

"Never mind him! Anyone who wants to live, come with me!"

Alice looked at JD, who was groaning on the ground, and then at He Yuanchao, who had a cold expression on his face.

Her eyes flickered, a struggle stemming from some deep-seated, instinctive memory.

But in the end.

The instinct for survival triumphed over everything.

She grabbed Matt, who was still in a daze, and followed He Yuanchao into the passage.

This passageway is not safe either.

The dim emergency lights cast long shadows.

The fear brought by that confined space is more devastating than facing zombies directly.

Ahead lies unknown darkness.

Behind them was a relentless horde of zombies.

Every second felt like dancing on the edge of a knife in hell.

This isn't some Hollywood blockbuster; there's no slow motion, no rousing background music.

The only stench was from sweat, blood, and excrement all flowing together.

And then there are those enemies who seem to be endless.

"My...my magazine is empty!"

Kaplan cried out in despair.

He just fired wildly, and although he took down a few, he also emptied his only two spare magazines.

"Use this thing!"

Without turning his head, He Yuanchao casually pulled out a large entrenching tool from his spatial storage (which others would perceive as his lower back) and tossed it to Kaplan.

"That's made in Germany, the steel is good."

"Swing it at his neck!"

"Even if you can't cut it, you can still shatter your cervical spine!"

Kaplan hurriedly caught the shovel, feeling its heavy weight, and felt a strange sense of security.

He looked at the mountain-like figure in front of him.

That man.

Holding a large-caliber pistol, he led the way.

He doesn't fire his gun often.

But as soon as a shot is fired, one person in front will inevitably fall.

Never made a mistake.

No nonsense, no unnecessary actions.

It's like a sophisticated killing machine.