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

"Alright, we should go now. Those cockroaches might come back." Fang Qingzhou reloaded his shotgun and pistol and stood up again.

They hadn't killed all the cockroaches yet. Who knows if those cockroaches would bring reinforcements? He didn't believe there were only a few hundred cockroaches in this sewer.

"Let's go." After checking her gun, Ada Wong stood up and continued walking forward with Fang Qingzhou.

The two walked along the main sewer pipe, and soon they heard a huge noise, and even the surrounding walls were shaking.

"Damn it! Is this going to be an earthquake?" Fang Qingzhou looked at the sewer wall with some worry, afraid that it would suddenly collapse.

"I hope it's just an earthquake." Ada Wong had reverted to her cool and aloof demeanor, her expression even more grave.

This sewer was more dangerous than she had imagined. If it had been caused by an earthquake, it would have been fine, but the location chosen by the Umbrella Corporation was not on an earthquake zone, so even if there was an earthquake, it would be a very small one.

If it wasn't an earthquake, then this would be troublesome...

The two continued walking forward, and soon Fang Qingzhou saw a huge figure in front of them, the thing was ridiculously large.

The shadow cast on the ground alone completely blocked the pipe, making it look like a moving two-story building rolling past in front of you.

Its massive weight slammed into the ground, causing it to vibrate; clearly, the commotion was caused by this very thing.

"What the hell is that?" Fang Qingzhou was completely stunned. He roughly estimated that the thing was about ten or twenty meters long.

He remembered that during the cloud gaming era, there was indeed a scene where Leon was chased by a giant crocodile.

At the time, someone even set this segment to Jay Chou's "Confession Balloon," and the line "You said you're a little hard to pursue," meant to discourage people, left a deep impression.

"Don't move." Ada Wong pressed herself against Fang Qingzhou's back, placing her hand on his shoulder and speaking in a very low voice.

Fang Qingzhou could feel Ada Wong's heartbeat through her thin red dress against his back, but he had no other thoughts.

The two of them pressed their bodies against the damp, cold pipe wall, holding their breath. Soon, the huge footsteps gradually faded away, the vibrations became less and less frequent, and finally disappeared into the darkness deep inside the pipe.

Fang Qingzhou finally dared to exhale, his back soaked with cold sweat.

"That's... a crocodile?" His voice was a little unsteady, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare and hadn't fully recovered.

Although I already guessed what that thing was, seeing it in person and playing it through a screen are two completely different things.

That crocodile was big enough to swallow him whole, gun and all, without even chewing. It's hard to imagine that such a huge monster could exist on land.

"The Umbrella Corporation's test subjects must have escaped from the lab," Ada Wong said, releasing her hand from his shoulder and taking two steps back.

Fang Qingzhou remembered that Americans used to love keeping baby alligators, but when the alligators grew too big to keep as pets, irresponsible owners would flush them down the toilet.

This crocodile was the same; later, the T-virus was leaked, causing it to mutate into its current form.

"How about it, shall we go?" he asked in a low voice.

"Let's go, or we'll run into that thing again." Ada Wong withdrew her gaze from the distance, patted the dust off her pencil skirt, and her expression returned to normal.

The two continued forward and soon arrived at a spacious underground drainage outlet. Huge pipes converged here, forming a fairly spacious area with a ceiling height of four or five meters. Several thick drainage pipes gathered here from different directions.

"So, are you sure we want to go this way?" Fang Qingzhou looked at the sewer full of garbage and stinking water, his face full of black lines. He never thought that he would one day be reduced to crawling through the sewer.

"It should be right," Ada Wong said, sticking her head out and looking down.

"Sigh... I'll go down and take a look... You stay up here..." Fang Qingzhou resigned himself to his fate; there was no other way but to go down.

But we can't let Ada Wong go down to check first. Who knows what monsters are hiding in the water and garbage? If Ada gets bitten, she's doomed. He's tough and thick-skinned, so he's perfect for scouting.

Fang Qingzhou grabbed a rusty iron ladder next to him and jumped down, splashing up a cloud of muddy water.

The water wasn't deep, only reaching about calf level, but a layer of silt and garbage that had accumulated over countless years was at the bottom. Stepping on it felt soft and yielding, like stepping on a cotton quilt soaked in dirty water, and the smell was indescribable.

"Damn it... I just hope that giant crocodile doesn't come any closer..."

Fang Qingzhou raised his shotgun, and the beam of his flashlight swept across the water again and again, but he did not see any other monsters.

"Alright, you can come down now..." Just as he was calling for Ida to jump down as well, the huge footsteps sounded again.

Suddenly, the enormous crocodile emerged from the darkness. It had clearly spotted Fang Qingzhou and charged towards him with a roar.

That crocodile could no longer be described as a tank; it was a high-speed battleship. Fang Qingzhou couldn't climb back now; he could only run forward as fast as he could.

"Leon! Run!" Ada Wong stood on the high platform, aiming her gun at the Thunder Crocodile and pulling the trigger, but the bullet only sparked a few sparks when it hit the crocodile's scales.

Fang Qingzhou didn't need her reminder; he had already started running. Sewage and silt exploded under his feet, and every step felt like pulling radishes out of mud, but his speed was by no means slow.

Bristleback's enhanced leg muscles unleashed their full potential at this moment, allowing him to almost skim across the water's surface.

The commotion behind them grew louder and louder: the roar of crocodiles, the churning of water, and the muffled thuds of heavy limbs pounding on the muddy bottom.

Fang Qingzhou could sense the thing rapidly approaching without even turning around. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end—the oldest instinct preserved in human evolution, warning him of the approaching danger.

He lunged to the side, and the next moment his enormous mouth slammed into the wall, creating a two-meter-diameter dent. Shattered concrete blocks and steel rebar splinters crashed into the water with a clatter.

Fang Qingzhou was still shaken when he saw the huge hole. If he had been hit directly, he would be a meat pie by now.

He tried to stand up and keep running by bracing himself against the wall, but before he could exert any force, a huge black shadow loomed over him, and the crocodile's forepaws, which were thicker than an adult's torso, swept across from the side.

Then he felt a sharp pain all over his body, and he found himself in the system's resurrection space. In front of him was a resurrection prompt, and on the screen was a picture of himself being smashed into a pulp.