Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

The morning sunlight streamed in through the glass windows of the internet cafe.

Lin Xingyu struggled to get up from the sofa. As a student, he had a habit of getting up early.

He first cautiously walked to the window, wanting to see what the situation was like outside.

When he looked out the window, he froze.

"Tiger! Tiger! It seems there are no more zombies outside!"

His surprised voice, tinged with the joy of surviving a close call, woke up the other players in the internet cafe.

Li Hu jumped up from the folding chair behind the cashier, frowned, and strode to the window.

The other newcomers also gathered around, somewhat bewildered.

The streets outside the window were quiet in the early morning.

There were no swaying figures, nor any low growls.

The road was covered with grayish-white mycelium, like a thick velvet blanket.

Countless mature spores were blown into the air by the wind, forming white spore clouds.

Lin Xingyu looked closely and discovered that beneath the mycelium, he could vaguely make out raised zombies.

"What...what's going on?" Su Wan covered her mouth, her voice trembling slightly.

Li Hu did not answer, because he didn't know what was going on either.

He frowned, scanning the street several times to confirm that there were indeed no zombies around.

This is very unusual.

Logically speaking, even if the newbie tasks aren't too difficult, they shouldn't be this easy.

Ding--

Just then, the watches on the wrists of the group of people simultaneously rang.

A virtual screen popped up, displaying a line of text:

"Due to unforeseen circumstances, the zombie crisis in the Resident Evil world has been resolved. All personnel are now returning to the Main God Space. Teleportation will begin five minutes after receiving this message."

Li Hu stared wide-eyed, reading the line of text three times to make sure he hadn't misread it.

End the game early?

He had never encountered such a situation before, nor had he ever even heard of it.

The task assigned by the Supreme God is always fixed; if it's said to be seven days, then it's seven days.

End it early? Impossible.

But the words on the watch were clearly displayed, leaving him no choice but to believe it.

The other newcomers all showed excited expressions.

Finally, I don't have to live in fear anymore.

They were all players who were playing the God's Game for the first time, and they knew nothing about the rules and conventions of the mission. In their view, since the God said it was over, then it was over.

Only Li Hu stood there, his brow furrowed, sensing that something was amiss.

bang——

The glass door of the internet cafe was suddenly smashed by a huge force, and glass shards flew all over the floor.

Everyone turned around at the same time, thinking that zombies had rushed in, but what they saw was not those rotting faces.

A group of heavily armed soldiers filed in and quickly occupied various advantageous positions in the internet cafe, all pointing their guns at the group of players.

They wore matching black combat uniforms, with prominent red Umbrella logos printed on their helmets.

Umbrella Corporation's USS—Umbrella Special Service.

The team leader stepped out from the group, his cold gaze sweeping over everyone present.

He seemed to be searching for something, his gaze lingering on each person's face for a moment before finally frowning slightly.

Clearly, he didn't find the person he was looking for.

He took a photo out of his breast pocket and held it up to Li Hu.

Have you seen this person in the photo?

Li Hu's gaze fell on the photograph—it was the Black Tower.

Li Hu was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He wasn't familiar with Luze and Heita to begin with, so there was no need for him to lie to these heavily armed soldiers for their sake.

Moreover, he is not even sure if those two people are actually players.

The captain seemed satisfied with Li Hu's cooperation and was about to continue questioning him.

Just then, a soft white light rose from beneath the feet of all the players.

The teleportation has begun.

The battle-hardened USS team members had clearly never seen anything like this before.

Almost simultaneously, all the gun barrels were pointed at the glowing figures, and the triggers were pulled without hesitation.

A barrage of gunfire erupted in the internet cafe, bullets piercing through the translucent light and shadow, striking the walls and floor, scattering debris and dust.

However, not a single bullet hit the target.

Players in teleportation mode are in an absolutely invincible state, and physical attacks cannot interrupt the teleportation process.

The USS captain watched with a grim face as the figures faded and disappeared completely in the white light.

The internet cafe fell silent again, leaving only a group of heavily armed soldiers and walls riddled with bullet holes.

"...Damn it."

The captain muttered a curse under his breath, put away the photo, and turned to walk towards the door.

"Fall back."