Offer a savior to the infinite world!

Before Lin Yi could really say anything, Bill spoke first, turned to look at Lin Yi and asked.

"Well, I haven't drunk it much, but I'm still interested in trying it."

From the other person's sight, Lin Yi realized that the old man also spoke in order to avoid the scene being too depressing and silent to arouse the tension of his companions. Lin Yi nodded slightly and took over what the other person said.

Turning around, Old Bill rummaged around on the counter for a while, took out two bottles of wine, kept one with him, and threw the other to Lin Yi who was not far away.

Then he took out a bottle of rock sugar and snow pear from somewhere and threw it to Linglan who was sitting next to Lin Yi. The little girl didn't think that she would have a share for a moment, and she was a little flustered when she reached out to take it. She almost dropped it on the ground, but then Lin Yi reached out and grabbed the bottle of drink and handed it to the girl.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin Yi. Thank you, Grandpa Bill."

Lily of the Valley took the drink and thanked him softly, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, then her two big ears stood up.

"So sweet...mmmm..."

It seems that the other party is not used to this overly sweet drink.

“Hahaha, it’s true that something too sweet might not be pleasant to drink, but it’s actually pretty good to be able to enjoy the taste.”

Looking at the little girl, Bill grinned, showing an expression of a successful prank.

It’s hard to tell, but this old man actually has some childishness, which surprised Lin Yi.

"By the way, Mr. Bill, are you from the Vietnam battlefield?"

Lin Yi thought of something, unscrewed the bottle, took a sip, and then asked.

"Well, you also know about Vietnam. Yes, the world you live in may be similar to mine. I did fight in wars. I fought for freedom, democracy, the American dream, and so on. Ha, but in the end, it was useless."

Old Bill said this with a cheerful smile, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big sip of wine, with a satisfied look on his face.

“Oh, that’s life.”

The sighing old man drank down the wine in one big gulp, not caring at all that the wine soaked his military uniform.

"Grandpa Bill is a man who has experienced war."

Lily of the Valley took another sip of her drink, blinked, and looked at Bill with a hint of curiosity.

"Well, yes, war..."

Looking up at the ceiling, the old man's eyes showed a hint of reminiscence.

From a young and energetic great warrior who thought he was a beacon of the free world and was fighting to liberate people in distress, to a man who suffered on the battlefield, was injured and retired, and upon returning home was spurned and rejected by everyone and couldn't even find a job.

It was a period of confusion after realizing that the war he was proud of was nothing, and after realizing the ugliness behind the war he thought was free and democratic.

In the end, it seems that only when I was on the battlefield was I the most vivid. When I didn't need to consider anything, I just had to run for my own life and think about killing the enemy. When there were no complicated problems, only the simplest life and death, I was the most vivid.

Then, on that day, when the infection broke out and zombies began to roam the streets.

At the moment when order collapsed, Bill found that he had found the meaning of life again. He didn't need to consider the hateful and mocking eyes of others, nor the hardships in life. He just needed to be the purest self. Kill zombies, survive, help those who can be helped, and kill blind bastards. This simple life in blood and fighting actually fascinated him.

Then, because he was willing to sacrifice himself for others, he faced three huge mutant zombie tanks alone in front of the bridge. When he was about to die, he was selected by the rescuer system and gained a new life and a new mission to fight for salvation. This feeling is good, or there is no better feeling than this.

Now I am truly alive.

Bill believed this sincerely.

"I always feel that this topic is really heavy. Although I don't know much about the situation in America, and considering that America is in a different universe, it is even more difficult to say."

Listening to what Bill said, Lin Yi didn't know what to say for a moment, so he took another sip of wine.

The spicy, irritating liquor poured into Lin Yi's throat, but it did not bring any strong sensory stimulation to Lin Yi. As an F-class savior, his physical fitness surpassed that of humans and he could decompose alcohol very well, so he did not need to worry about getting drunk. Therefore, even if it was 99% pure alcohol, it was no different from drinking water for Lin Yi.

Although Linglan thought the drink Bill gave her was a little too sweet at first, she still sipped it and finished it in a short time. After all, she was still just a 14-year-old child, and her love for sweets could not be restrained.

However, no matter what Bill said or the life at Lily of the Valley, good or bad, at least it is a complete past.

What am I now when I don't remember anything?

Without a past and without any experiences, what kind of existence am I now?

Such questions surged in Lin Yi's heart, and seemed to bring some troubled emotions.

But soon, he no longer paid attention to this issue, because in the vision of his teammates' coordinates, he saw two coordinates that were approaching rapidly.

"It looks like our friends have arrived."

Bill grabbed the gun and jumped down from the counter, a smile on his face.

“And it brought us a lot of new friends.”

Lin Yi stood up and said with a smile. He could already hear the roar of the zombies downstairs.

Chapter A-15: Saw~

"Where the hell did these things come from?!"

Ethan fired the gun in his hand at the violent zombie swarm behind him, cursing fiercely. He bit open a grenade with his teeth and threw it backwards. Following a violent explosion, more than a dozen madly running zombies fell down or flew up.

Deacon drove the motorcycle, holding a small submachine gun in one hand, and occasionally fired at the left and right sides, knocking down the zombies that tried to attack from the side, while speeding up further and driving further forward on the street.

In the gaps between the rising flames, one could see a black mass of zombies on the street. These bloodthirsty and crazy monsters were doing their best to chase the two people on the motorcycle, moving in a mighty manner on the road, on the sidewalk, and even in the buildings.

Some zombie monsters climbed up the building and rushed towards the motorcycle in front, but Ethan had already reacted one step ahead of time and shot the opponent away with a shot.

boom!

With one shot, he knocked down another approaching zombie monster to the ground, and it was trampled to pieces by countless zombies that were chasing it from behind.

boom!

With another shot, the head of a zombie that was flying towards him blew up, causing its headless body to dance in the air and fall to the ground, tripping over a bunch of zombie monsters.

bang bang bang-

During the continuous shooting, Ethan kept killing and knocking down the approaching zombies, while Deacon, who was riding a bicycle, fired a few more bullets to kill the zombie monsters that were approaching from both sides, and then looked at his waist.

"Bring out my incendiary bombs."

Deacon shouted to Ethan as a reminder.

"Incendiary bomb?"

Ethan lowered his head and looked at Deacon with some confusion.

"Yes, incendiary bombs, the big brown bottles, light them and throw them out, they can burn a large area of ​​land."

While shouting, Deacon accelerated again and passed through several dilapidated cars blocking the road.

Ethan reached out and picked up the brown bottle the other party mentioned, took out a lighter and lit the oilcloth hanging outside the bottle, and threw it at the zombies chasing behind. The flames quickly jumped up amid the roar and explosion, and in a few seconds they covered the width of half of the street, enveloping a large number of zombie monsters.

Although these crazy monsters were still madly chasing the motorcycle even though their bodies were on fire, the damage caused by the flames quickly slowed them down. Gradually, they fell to the ground after they could no longer run, and could only let the flames burn their bodies. Their fall caused a lot of trouble for the zombie monsters chasing behind. These natural shelters greatly hindered the movement of the zombies, and the flames they were infected with during their running also brought more casualties.

Ethan threw out another incendiary bomb, and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the zombies falling into chaos in the raging flames and getting farther and farther away from them.

"Well, that's good. It looks like we managed to survive this time. Phew, maybe I should take a picture and send it to the drunkard."

Deacon looked back, confirmed that everything was fine, and then he let out a sigh of relief and joked.

"Where the hell do these things come from? It's disgusting."

Ethan's tone was as violent as ever. It seemed that this man could curse cleanly no matter what kind of enemy he faced. He would do what he said and kill what he said. He was a simple and straightforward person.

But it is indeed a bit weird.

Deacon subconsciously took another look at the group of corpses still burning in the distance behind him.

During the day, they encountered several attacks in the city, and each time a large group of zombie monsters rushed up with a mad look. And even if they succeeded in getting rid of those things, it would not be long before these zombies would quickly appear again as long as they were still wandering on the streets, as if they could predict their location.

But if they enter a building, or a subway station, or something like that, in short, they don't move around on the open streets, these things will never appear in groups. Although if they enter a building directly from the street and stay there, then the zombies will come to them soon. However, as long as they really hide their whereabouts and don't show their faces, these bloodthirsty monsters will have no way to find them.

This situation was also confirmed by the survivors. The survivors now barely survived by using various buildings, and the most important rule for survival was to avoid approaching windows to expose their whereabouts, not to enter rooftops and streets and other places directly exposed to the sky, and to avoid creating any light sources as much as possible, and to survive in silence. Only the survivors who abide by these rules can survive for three days and continue to struggle in this hell on earth.

But it's still very strange.

They had clearly chosen to act at night and avoided some main streets.

Why can these things still find us? And still chase us so quickly and accurately?

It was as if something was watching us in the dark, and would immediately notify the monsters once it discovered us.

While Deacon was thinking this, a soldier on the top floor of a tall building put down his telescope, with a look of annoyance on his face.

"This is the sixth time. How come these two bastards can always escape the zombie swarm? Where do they get so many bullets and incendiary bombs? And that motorcycle, how on earth can it drive so fast in a city environment? There are obstacles everywhere, why doesn't this shit ever crash?"

Some angry soldiers cursed and woke up a soldier who was sleeping not far away. The soldier cursed, "Eat shit!" and then covered his face with his hat and went back to sleep. The soldier who was on guard next to him patted him on the shoulder and told him not to get excited.

"Team C also encountered a similar situation during the day today. Now they have lost contact. Please be careful. The higher-ups suspect that a group of spies from foreign forces may have sneaked in here. We must also be more careful."

As the soldier spoke, he used the observation equipment to look at the street below. This time he seemed to have discovered something different, and he immediately became more focused.

"This size, wait, the second stage mutant we are observing has appeared. It seems to want to hunt those two people and is following them."

The soldier who was recording quickly couldn't help but reveal an excited expression on his face.

"It turned out that [that thing] came out to hunt on its own initiative? That's interesting. It looks like we'll have some fun tonight."

The soldier who was the first to curse, who was also somewhat excited, looked at the motorcycle going away and regarded it as a dead person in his eyes.

Being hunted by a mutant that has reached the second stage, being hunted by that thing.

With the level of these two people, there is no way they can survive. After all, these are hunters created to select the final "perfect". How can two ordinary humans with a little shooting and driving skills be their opponents?

Thinking of this, the soldier couldn't help but laugh.

Deacon and Ethan, who knew nothing about this, just drove around the city streets and finally parked the car in an alley. Then they quietly touched the side of the building where Lin Yi and others were, opened the door and slipped in, entering the dark and silent mall.

"Well, it seems our friends are on a pretty high floor."

Looking up and confirming the height of his teammates' coordinates, Ethan took a breath and felt somewhat desperate about the long climb ahead.

"At least it's not on the roof, so we can be more optimistic."

Deacon sighed and shrugged, then took the lead and stepped onto the stairs in front of him.

The two of them then prepared to move forward, but just after taking a step, they stopped tacitly and looked back at the same time.

"Did you hear that?"

Ethan's brows furrowed.

"Yeah, I kind of hope it's just my own hallucination."

Deacon shook his head, staring at the side door of the mall that they had closed and locked.

hum-

A sound coming from far away, gradually approaching.

buzz-

The sound became clearer and clearer, like the sound of something being violently rubbed and torn apart.

buzzing-

It was extremely harsh, and made people think of something, something that had various uses in daily life, but at the same time, had some very horrible uses in certain situations, something that neither of them wanted to see here.

Boom!

The next moment, with a clear crashing sound, the door in front of him suddenly sank in half.

The heavy door, which had a solid structure and was specially reinforced to prevent danger, and was said to be able to withstand a certain scale of zero-range explosion, collapsed, and spider-web-like cracks spread all over the ground and walls.

But this was not the end. Along with the shrill noisy sound, metal sparks suddenly burst out, and something penetrated the door and appeared in the eyes of the two.

A chainsaw.

A bloody, stinking chainsaw made of blood and bone.

A death chainsaw with infinite power that directly sawed the thick metal door into two halves, cutting the door directly in half.

“Holy shit…”

"Fucking shit..."

At this moment, Ethan and Deacon uttered pure and authentic American swear words.

Boom!

With a sudden loud noise, the door that was sawed in half flew high up. The two men quickly dodged it, and the broken door flew into a clothing store in the mall, smashing a puppet in the window on the spot.

The huge monster roared and stepped into the mall. It was a two-meter-tall deformed monster with one arm transformed into a huge chainsaw, well-developed muscles all over its body, and eyeballs on its shoulders, chest, abdomen and thighs. It appeared in front of the two people.

"Roar!"