What Do I Do When All My Girls are Biomonsters?

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On a windless night, the pale moonlight shrouded the dilapidated earth, illuminating the ruins after the war.

A group of black people with AK-47s on their backs, wearing little red hats and tattered army green clothes, gathered around a fire and shouted, people like this, in this ruined town, There are many more. They get together in twos and threes, some are patrolling, some are sitting on the ground, and they speak incomprehensible language.

However, when a few people gathered together and didn't know what to say, a black man suddenly twitched violently and fell to the ground like an epileptic seizure. Not only were the few people next to him not in a hurry, but instead let out grotesque laughter, The next second, the twitching black man's neck was torn open, blood splattered everywhere, and a large mass of flesh and blood quickly swelled from the crack in his neck like a water-absorbing sponge, followed by tiny tentacles. And the arthropods like spider legs pierced the pile of irregular flesh and blood, swaying in the air with claws and claws, as if trying to leave the black body with the flesh and blood.

The black man dropped the gun in his hand like a walking corpse and stood up slowly. Blood was bleeding from his almost broken neck. A large group of foreign objects with claws and teeth grew out of his wound. The scene was strange and indescribable.

The black man next to him seemed to be accustomed to this. He smiled and raised his gun towards his partner who had become extremely strange, aiming at the foreign object on his neck. The next moment, the gunshot was loud, and a magazine was emptied. The black man with the torn neck finally fell to the ground, and the flesh ball growing from his wound was constantly spraying a mixture of yellow and red liquid, and it shrunk quickly like a leaking water ball.

The rest of the Negroes laughed as if something funny had just happened.

The black man who fired the gun spoke incomprehensible words, and the rest of the black men immediately brought a barrel of gasoline and poured it on the corpse. The next moment, the fire broke out, and several black people gathered around the fire lit by the corpses of their companions. , Continuing to talk and laugh, the atmosphere seems to be more pleasant.

On the tower in the distance, a tall white man put down the telescope in his hand, and his face was a little dignified.

He wears a golden 37/30, wearing a thin tights on the upper body, jeans on the lower body, sneakers on his feet, and a blood-stained AK-47 on his back. He took out his mobile phone in his trouser pocket and started to contact , After a while, a female face with glasses appeared on the phone screen.

Oh! Leon, thank God, you have been out of contact for more than twelve hours. The woman on the phone said, with a look of relief.

Don't worry, Hang Nigan, it's just delayed by some trivial matters. The local people are a little too warm to outsiders. They kindly invited me without my consent, but I don't like them very much, so I took advantage of the banquet. It didn't start slipping away early.

It's a euphemism... The woman who Leon called Hang Nigan on the phone asked with a smile, How is the situation on your side?

The situation here is very bad, I have confirmed that there is a BOW on the battlefield, it looks like a parasite in Las PL g as in Spain, I am sure that the troops on both sides are infected, they will themselves Execution of Banelings insiders and incineration of corpses.

Very good, Lyon, next, you need to find strong evidence of their use of BOW in the war, so that outside groups have a legitimate reason to intervene in this civil unrest, after all this, you have to take our local informants with you Detour to Somalia, we will pick you up in Somalia to evacuate. On the phone, Hangnigan quickly arranged Leon's next itinerary.

There are no informants, Leon said.

What? Hangnigan didn't realize what Leon was saying for a while.

There are no informants... Seeing Hang Nigan's confused look, Leon explained to her: Our informants were caught by the rebels when the government forces and the rebels exchanged fire. Those guys Roast him alive.

Oh my god... Hangnigan covered her forehead.

That scene is literally the Resident Evil version of Flying Eagle Down. Seriously, I'm fed up with this place. I haven't eaten a single bite of food so far today. I'm starving. Nigan complained.

Okay, Leon... Hang Nigan said helplessly to Leon: Next, you just need to get the relevant evidence, it's better to investigate who provided them with BOW, and then you can get the BOW from Somalia. I am evacuated, I have to report, our informant is gone...

See you later, Hangnigan. After that, Leon turned off the communication. He raised his head and looked down at this dilapidated town with a solemn expression.

This is South Africa, Malvia, a very turbulent small country. The conflict between government armed forces and anti-government armed forces is continuing to intensify. Logically speaking, such a poor and remote small country, even if the dog's brain is beaten out. I was too lazy to care, but just a month ago, the intelligence department received a rumor that a monster appeared on the battlefield of Malvia.

Lyon S. Kennedy, a survivor of the Raccoon City incident and a U.S. agent affiliated with the CIA, arrived here about four days ago and was warmly welcomed by local rebels, his contacts were grilled in public, and he He was kindly kept in a certain military camp until the government forces attacked the town, he ran out in the chaos, and recovered his communicator by the way.

Too bad I lost my coat again...

But there is nothing to worry about, after all, his salary is really high.

Leon is thinking about his

The next step, suddenly, he saw a figure flashing in the ruins not far below the tower.

Leon hurriedly raised the telescope and saw a woman in her twenties hiding in the ruins in the distance. Her skin was wheatish, but a little darker, with a black single ponytail, and her upper body was easy to exercise. She was wearing a black vest with army green pants on her lower body, high boots on her feet, and an indistinguishable tattoo on her shoulders. At this time, she was carrying an AK-47, carefully looking at the ruins. on the other side.

Who is this guy?

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Please use tea, sir. The voice of the perfect maid Rita came from Li Yexing's ear.

The perfect maid wearing a black lace rose halter maid outfit elegantly took down two bone china cups containing black tea from the dinner plate, placed them lightly on the table, and stepped aside with a smile on the dinner plate.

Holding up the teacup, taking a sip, Li Yexing, with Erlang's legs crossed, raised his head and looked at the man with glasses in a suit and leather shoes sitting opposite him, and then he found that the man with glasses was staring at Rita motionless.

Gently kicking the table, Li Yexing said coldly, Sir, can we talk about business?

Oh, sorry, gaffe... The man with glasses was taken aback by Li Yexing kicking the table, he smirked and apologized, but his eyes still swept over Rita, who was beside him.

Where did we come from?

Sanlian Pharmaceutical. Li Yexing reminded coldly.

Oh, yes, yes, Sanlian Pharma, I'm the senior consultant of Sanlian Pharma's African branch, my name is...

Lucen Omar, I know. Li Yexing kicked the table again and said impatiently, Tell me something I don't know, what is your entrustment?

Oh, yes, commission, that's it, Mr. Li, we hope you can go to Africa and help us deal with a person.

With an embarrassed smile on his face, Lu Sen, a senior consultant from Sanlian Pharmaceutical, pushed a photo in front of Li Yexing.

Li Yexing grabbed the photo on the table and looked at it carefully.

In the photo, there is a girl with a black ponytail.

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