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

"Bang!"

Xue De kicked open a half-closed iron door in front of him, and the beam of his tactical flashlight instantly sliced ​​through the darkness inside, which seemed to have been frozen for centuries.

A chill, even colder and more pungent than the air outside the corridor, mixed with a strange smell of chemical preservatives and fermented raw meat, suddenly rushed out.

"Safety!"

"keep going!"

The task force maintained a high level of vigilance. Although they had been terrified by the horde of zombies outside, they were, after all, people who worked on the edge of a knife. As long as they had guns in their hands and teammates around them, their professionalism remained.

Ryan, gun in hand, walked at the front with a fierce look on her face. Ever since her boyfriend JD died, this woman had been on the verge of exploding, ready to fire at the slightest provocation.

The procession filed in.

He Yuanchao followed at the back, slowly crossing the threshold.

He raised his head, and his eyes, like those of a scanner, instantly took in every corner of the vast space before him.

This is an extremely large warehouse.

No, to be precise, its internal code name within Umbrella is "Restaurant B".

But this place has absolutely nothing to do with eating.

In the hall with its high ceilings, there were no tables or chairs, only enormous, astonishing shipping containers.

They were stacked neatly on both sides, like cargo at a dock, reaching all the way to the ceiling. Each container was tightly sealed, its outer shell coated with dark gray rust-proof paint, and marked with prominent biohazard symbols.

Under the dim light of the emergency lights, these huge iron boxes cast large, heavy shadows, like silent tombstones or the coffins of some prehistoric behemoth.

The faint "gurgling" sound in the air was like liquid circulating, or like something breathing inside.

"What is this godforsaken place...?"

Kaplan held the gun in his hand, nervously looking around. The oppressive feeling coming from all directions made him feel like a little white rabbit that had fallen into a wolf's den.

"I don't like it here."

"Boss, something's not right here."

"What's inside these boxes?"

Matt, being an environmentalist, was now driven by curiosity, or perhaps it was a kind of reckless instinct to face the unknown.

He approached a huge shipping container, where there was a small opening that looked like an observation window, emitting a faint green light.

"Don't touch it!"

Captain Xue De let out a low growl, but it was clearly too late.

Matt had already pressed his face against it.

"It seems like it's all water in here..."

"besides……"

"My God, are those eyes?"

Matt jumped back a step, his face ashen, pointing at the observation window as if he had seen a ghost.

"There's something inside! Something's watching me!"

"Shut up!"

Xue De pulled him back and then warily pointed his gun at the container.

But nothing happened.

The iron box still stood there quietly, indifferent and mysterious.

"That contains Umbrella's most valuable 'assets'."

A lazy voice came from behind.

He Yuanchao walked over with his hands in his pockets, chewing a piece of nearly tasteless gum, and looking at the scenery with an expression of leisure.

He didn't even glance at the observation window, as if he already knew what was inside.

"If I were you, I wouldn't put my face that close."

"Because the 'friend' inside has quite a temper."

"And in its current state, it's probably so hungry it could eat a whole cow."

He Yuanchao's words made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

"Do you know what this is?" Alice turned her head and looked at the mysterious Eastern man, her blue eyes filled with inquiry.

I guess so.

He Yuanchao smiled but did not answer directly.

His gaze pierced through the gaps between the shipping containers, reaching the deepest part of the hall.

On the system's scanned map, this place is not just an ordinary warehouse.

Those containers are filled with "Lickers".

This is a biological weapon created by inducing secondary mutations in living organisms directly using the T-virus. They have no skin, their muscles are directly exposed, their brains are exposed, their claws are as sharp as razors, and their tongues can pierce steel plates like whips.

Most importantly, this thing has extremely keen hearing; once alerted, it will be a relentless pursuit to the death.

At this point in the story, these monsters should still be in a state of cryogenic hibernation.

But He Yuanchao knew that this was only temporary.

The power outage during the brief restart of the Red Queen system disrupted the stability of the refrigeration system. The temperature here is slowly rising, and the "Sleeping Beauties" are waking up one by one.

"While they're still lazing in bed."

"We should leave some souvenirs here."

He Yuanchao was making plans in his mind.

Although he wasn't afraid of these Lickers, he even had a slight desire to use them to farm points.

But he is an efficient person.

There were so many monsters, dozens of them. If they all swarmed out at once, even with his Desert Eagle and unlimited ammo, he'd be exhausted trying to kill them all.

Moreover, this task force is definitely doomed; it will likely be wiped out.

These soldiers can be annoying at times, but they're quite useful as meat shields and transporters later on, so we can't let them all die so easily.

"What's wrong?"

"Consultant He, do you have a plan?"

Seeing that He Yuanchao was staring at the boxes without saying a word, Xue De was also unsure of what to do.

"It's not really a plan."

"I just feel that the feng shui of this place is bad, and the yin energy is too heavy."

"I want to warm it up a bit."

As He Yuanchao spoke, he turned his back very naturally, blocking everyone's view.

His hands appeared to be rummaging inside the large blue overalls, but in reality, he was pulling out several dark, heavy cubes from his personal system space.

That's C4 plastic explosive.

This is no ordinary stuff from the Resident Evil universe.

This is a special explosive that he had the tech fanatics at the "Dragon Tooth Arsenal" specially develop for him in the world of "Bright Sword".

In pursuit of ultimate power, it not only contains high-energy oxidants, but also a trace amount of "unstable compounds" that He Yuanchao redeemed from the system store.

One pound of this stuff is as powerful as five times that of regular TNT!

"You guys go that way first."

"I'm going to pee in that corner and check the ventilation vents while I'm at it."

"Don't wait for me, I have long legs and I can walk fast."

He Yuanchao made up a reason on the spot, and before Xue De and the others could react, he slipped into the shadows behind a row of shipping containers.

"This person..."

Rain rolled her eyes and muttered "freak," but didn't think much of it.

In this sewer filled with the stench of urine and blood, the urge to urinate is a normal physiological reaction. Although taking off one's pants at this point is a bit reckless, the Asian man himself is not normal.

He Yuanchao stepped into the shadows, and his expression instantly became serious and cold.

He moved very quickly.

He skillfully placed the C4 explosives in his hand at several key load-bearing columns and at the most densely packed container connections.

His technique was so professional it was outrageous.

The position of each piece of explosive was calculated with extreme precision.

The goal is to blast open these iron coffins without causing the shockwave to collapse the main structure of Restaurant B and bury them alive.

This is called the art of directional blasting.

"Set a time."

"Ten minutes."

"That should be enough for these monsters to stretch their muscles a bit, and then we can trap them like turtles in a jar."

He Yuanchao's fingers flew across the keyboard as he set the time on the electronic fuse.

That was the "harvest time" he had reserved for himself.

He didn't want to waste all those experience points; that would be a terrible waste.

The best outcome would be to first blast them half to death or stun them, and then he could go back and finish them off one by one with headshots.

This saves effort and allows you to maximize the causal points awarded by the system.

After all, these are all elite monsters, each one worth dozens of times more than those rotten zombies outside.

"Beep—beep—"

A very faint electronic countdown began to sound.

He Yuanchao clapped his hands in satisfaction.

He looked at the green nutrient solution still trembling slightly in the observation window, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Sleep well, my little ones."

"Uncle will treat you to a ride on the homemade airplane later."

After doing all this, He Yuanchao walked out whistling as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go."

"I'm done peeing."

"I feel so refreshed after taking that pee."

As he spoke vulgar language, he rubbed his hand on Xue De's shoulder, pretending to wipe his hands.

Xue De's face turned green, and he moved away in disgust, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Who can blame them when they're a level nine inspector?

A higher-ranking official can have absolute power, especially one who is a complete lunatic.

"This way."

"The exit is ahead."

"You all better be smart."

"The smell here is getting stronger and stronger. I have a feeling that something big is waiting for us ahead."

He Yuanchao strode ahead, his Desert Eagle always in a firing position.

He walked steadily, but all the muscles in his body were taut to the limit, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey.

At the end of Restaurant B is a huge, heavy, airtight door.

Outside the door.

The zombie hunting ground is the place that will soon awaken Alice and put this team to a true test of life and death.