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

"Woof—roar!"

The sound didn't sound like a dog barking at all; it was more like a piece of burning charcoal stuck in its throat, so hoarse that it sent shivers down your spine.

The skinned dog darted out from the side ventilation duct at an extremely tricky angle, perfectly positioned in a blind spot for everyone.

Its target selection was also very accurate.

Alice, who looks the weakest in the group and isn't carrying many weapons.

At this moment, although Alice was wearing He Yuanchao's oversized work clothes, the red dress underneath still restricted her movements.

In addition, having just woken up, her bodily functions had not fully recovered, so even after being injected with that nutrient, she couldn't react in a very complex way in an instant.

When that foul-smelling wind hit our face.

Alice only had time to instinctively raise her arm to protect her face.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and she watched as that huge mouth full of sharp teeth was about to bite her neck off.

The feeling of death approaching was so real.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

She could even see the stringy mucus in the dog's mouth and the bits of raw meat stuck between its teeth.

At this critical moment.

"boom!"

A thunderous explosion erupted in the narrow corridor.

The gunshot was too loud, too deep, and too domineering.

The vibrations made everyone's eardrums buzz.

That was the distinctive roar of a .50 AE caliber bullet.

Followed by.

The dog's head, which was about to pounce on Alice, seemed to have been detonated from the inside by a miniature bomb.

There is no suspense.

His entire head disappeared instantly.

Only a headless dog corpse remained, still propelled forward by inertia, crashing into Alice before slumping limply to the ground.

The foul-smelling black blood splattered all over Alice, making her already bright red dress even more shockingly stained.

Alice was still in shock, breathing heavily, her chest heaving.

She looked in the direction of the gunshot.

He Yuanchao stood three meters away, holding his silver Desert Eagle sword horizontally.

Wisps of smoke were rising from the muzzle of the gun.

The smoke swirled and rose under the stark white light of the emergency lights, adding an indescribable... eerie aura to the man.

He Yuanchao did not turn around to look at the gun barrel, but instead scanned the surrounding darkness with an almost indifferent gaze.

His left hand was still in his pocket, as if the shot he had just fired wasn't to save someone in a crisis, but simply to swat a fly.

"What are you standing there for?"

"Wait until it grows another head and bites you?"

He Yuanchao's voice pulled Alice back from her shock.

He walked over and kicked the dog's corpse away.

"Th-thank you."

Alice stuttered a little.

Although she had lost her memory, her body's instincts told her how difficult that shot had been.

At such high speed, in such a dark environment, and with the ability to accurately headshot her without harming her.

That marksmanship is simply divine.

"You're welcome."

He Yuanchao said casually, then pulled a handkerchief from his spatial storage (pretending to take it from his pocket) and handed it to Alice.

"Wipe it clean, it's filthy."

"in addition……"

He paused, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

"Be more careful next time. These easy monsters were meant for you to practice on."

"This point is mine."

You owe me a head.

Alice: ? ? ?

Although I don't understand what "easy points monsters" and "kills" mean, what's with that feeling of being inexplicably overshadowed?

Also, why does this person carry a handkerchief with him? Is he here to fight a war or for a picnic?

But it's not over yet.

That dog was just the vanguard.

Since this godforsaken place is Umbrella's laboratory, it must have no shortage of test subjects.

"Watch out! The ceiling!"

Matt, who had been hiding in the back, suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked up.

The louvers of the ventilation ducts overhead were shaking violently.

It looked like there were hordes of rats running wildly inside.

"Clang! Clang!"

Three or four more zombie dogs burst through the iron fence and jumped down from above.

They were spread out very far apart.

Some lunged at Xue De, some at Kaplan who was holding an entrenching tool, and one even cleverly circled around to the back, trying to ambush Rain.

"Damn it! There are too many!"

Xue De's rifle was somewhat ineffective at this distance, and he could only fire wildly.

But the dogs were too fast, and most of the bullets hit the floor.

"roar!"

A dog bit the handle of the shovel in Kaplan's hand, and the force of the bite made him stumble.

The other one pounced on Ryan's back, its claws leaving several bloody gashes on her back.

The area is closed.

If the original plot were followed, one or two extras would definitely have to die as a sacrifice by now.

But He Yuanchao is here.

Then the script would have to be rewritten.

He narrowed his eyes.

The system's built-in [God-level Gunfighting Technique] and [Dynamic Visual Capture] are activated at full power at this moment.

The whole world seemed to slow down in his eyes.

The dog's leaping trajectory, the amplitude of its muscle contractions, and even the arc of its saliva being flung out in the air were all transformed into a clearly visible stream of data.

"It's so noisy."

He Yuanchao whispered.

He raised the Desert Eagle in his hand once more.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots in a row.

Without any pause for aiming, he fired the gun entirely based on that ingrained feeling.

The recoil of this large-caliber pistol is extremely strong; an ordinary person's wrist would be ruined after firing just two shots.

But in He Yuanchao's hands, the gun seemed glued to his hand, as steady as a mountain.

First shot.

He smashed the dog's head off the one biting the shovel, saving Kaplan's life.

The second shot.

It pierced the spine of the dog that lunged at Xue De, cutting it in two.

The third shot.

That was also the most stunning shot.

Without even turning his head, he simply relied on his hearing and peripheral vision to put his hands behind his back and point the gun backward.

"Bang!"

The zombie dog that was perched on Ryan's back, ready to bite, had its head smashed off as if by an invisible fist.

Raine felt a lightness behind her, and the oppressive feeling of death vanished instantly.

She turned around and looked at the man who was pulling the still-smoking gun barrel back from behind his back.

The arrogance and resentment in his eyes were completely gone.

All that remained was... a mixture of fear and adoration, like looking at a monster.

Three shots.

Triple kill.

Every single one of them was a false alarm.

He didn't even breathe loudly.

He Yuanchao blew away the gunpowder smoke from the muzzle and made a flamboyant gesture like a Western cowboy holstering his gun.

"I already said that."

"A headshot is the right answer."

"You bunch of professionals, how come you're not even as good as an amateur consultant?"

This sarcasm is absolutely outrageous.

But this time, no one dared to refute it.

Captain Xue De looked at the several dog corpses on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He felt that his more than ten years as a special forces soldier had been wasted.

Is this supposed to be an advisor?

This is like a Grim Reaper in a suit!

"Sir...sir, where did you learn your marksmanship?"

Xue De couldn't help but ask a question.

He Yuanchao changed the magazine, and the crisp metallic clanging sound echoed in the corridor.

He looked up at the group of soldiers who were stunned with fear.

He flashed a bright smile.

"Oh, back when I was in my hometown."

"It's something I learned from fighting the Japanese so often."

"Those Japanese devils are much harder to beat than these dogs."

Everyone looked completely bewildered.

Japanese devils? Are they some new mutated species?

That sounds pretty impressive.

"Alright, stop standing there."

"We've almost finished killing all the monsters."

"Let's go."

"The real boss hasn't shown up yet."

He Yuanchao glanced meaningfully in the direction leading deeper into Restaurant B.

There.

In the culture tanks that he had stolen.

The licker he deliberately left behind, the one that hadn't been "reclaimed" yet.

I guess... he should be awake by now.