"puff!"
The 9mm warhead shot straight through the left thigh of "Clair", and blood immediately gushes out from the thumb-sized opening, streaking across the edge of the legs with a texture of strength, and infecting the black seat.
The secretion of adrenaline caused "Claire" to feel only a moment of paralysis, and he had to wait for a while before he felt the burning and tearing pain.
"Ah...ah!
"But that didn't stop "Claire" from screaming.
"Shut up."
Leon pointed the gun at "Claire"'s head again, and asked again: "How to escape from this illusion, pay attention, you only have this one chance."
"you"
This "Claire" was just about to say, "You are sick! Why are you so crazy when you have nothing to do?!".
But then I thought, since Leon is really a "madman", then if "she" doesn't say and do what Leon said, "her" head will definitely be in danger.
However, "Claire" really couldn't understand the "illusion" that Leon was talking about.
"She" tried to calm down, and after being silent for a few seconds, she finally shook her head, pretending to be desperate, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't answer your question, because I don't even know you're there." say what!"
Seeing "Claire" break the jar, Leon couldn't help but start to doubt whether his judgment was correct.
After all, Claire Redfield is the sister of his colleague, and the real Claire is in charge of the "volunteer" industry in the main universe, and there is absolutely no way she will appear on Slilan in Universe 03.
Thinking about it this way, the "Claire" in front of him is definitely a fake. It is some kind of abnormal creature generated by the abnormality in a fantasy or dream based on the memory in his mind, so Leon does not have any psychological burden.
However, the various behaviors of "Claire" seem to be very consistent with the reactions of an "ordinary human being."
but.
"Peng!"
"Pfft!"
But Leon still pulled the trigger and shot "Claire" in the head.
The 9mm bullet penetrated between the eyebrows, made an irregular gap as thick as two thumbs from the lower right side of the back of the head, and then hit the passenger door.
However, the bullet that breaks out of the head is not very powerful and will not cause a violent ricochet in the car.
"when!"
And "Claire", whose eyes were dull and lifeless, hit the baffle above the storage box and twitched a few times.
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To be honest, even if he knew that "Claire" was fake, shooting and killing an abnormal creature that had the same look, appearance, and even personality as his colleague's sister really made Leon unable to calm down.
Later, when he saw that the nearby zombies were about to surround the police car, he stopped worrying about "Claire" and continued driving to the police station in downtown Raccoon.
Because the police station owns the rail trains and elevators leading to the company's most important research facilities, the "Mother's Nest".
No matter what, Leon wanted to go to the company to investigate first, hoping that he might be able to find a way out of the dream there.
More than ten minutes passed.
Because the streets were crowded with many scrapped and broken-down vehicles, Lyon had to abandon the police car and choose to walk to the police station, which was only two intersections away.
Before leaving, Leon first searched for a Glock and corresponding ammunition and magazines from the police zombie, then found a Remington shotgun and corresponding shotguns from the trunk of the police car, and finally took the dead "Clair" remained in the police car.
Next, while alerting the surroundings and heading towards the police station, he thought about all the things that would happen after coming to this environment.
First of all, everything here is extremely real, and more than a hundred years ago, Leon also studied the "brain in a vat" hypothesis, but after his immediate boss gave negative words, he no longer considered the universe to be a fiction. possibility.
However, the innocent look shown by "Claire" suddenly influenced Leon to start thinking that this world is "reality" and the main universe is the "dream".
The moment he realized this thought, Leon suddenly felt in danger.
It seemed that his sanity had been affected after killing "Claire" with one shot.
Perhaps it was because of his guilt that he was shaken a little, allowing the anomaly that had been secretly observing him to take advantage of the opportunity.
There is no way this is "reality."
The strong will developed over more than two hundred years allowed Leon to use a very short period of time to no longer worry about the matter of shooting "Claire", and he no longer felt any guilt.
After regaining his sanity, Leon discovered that the number of zombies on both sides of the street began to increase significantly. Some special individuals would have rapidly wriggling and twitching tentacles coming out of their mouths, as well as certain heads. Replaced by blood-red arthropods.
Not only that, he actually discovered that the biochemical weapon lickers and hunters who had been eliminated by the company were also flooding into the streets.
In an instant, countless mutated creatures blocked the main road leading to the police station.
"Peng! Peng!"
Of course, Leon would not give up. He immediately pulled the trigger of VP70 and shot several zombies in the head that were trying to pounce on him.
"Gulu...Gulu..."
At this moment, several more mutant zombies with tentacles sticking out of their mouths and heads replaced by arthropods suddenly changed from stumbling to running at a speed no less than that of an athlete and attacked him.
"Peng! Peng!"
Seeing this, Leon quickly increased the firing frequency, but soon heard a "stuck~!" sound, and the magazine was punched.
And at this time, Lyon no longer threw out the empty magazine as he did two hundred years ago. Instead, he immediately put the VP70 into the holster on his right leg, and then picked up the thunder behind his back. Minton shotgun, pointing the muzzle at the nearest mutant zombie.
"boom!
"Countless amounts of fine sand came out of the body.
"puff!
"Instead of the head, the arthropod connected to the zombie's spine was directly blasted by countless fine sand.
After solving this threat, Leon was not allowed to stay, and immediately moved to the right rear, preparing to go to the police station along another alley, bypassing the main road.
"Boom! Boom!"
During this period, Leon ran quickly and freed up his right hand to load the Remington with shotguns. He waited for the corpses behind him to open a certain distance, then turned around and shot at the faster running mutants, lickers and hunters.
After repeating this several times, Leon finally broke away from the group of corpses on the main road and came to the alley, turning left and right before disappearing.
Shortly after.
"Huh...huh..."
In the dark and humid alley, Leon leaned against the wall, panting uncontrollably, trying to calm his heartbeat and breathing back to normal, and replaced the ammunition and magazines for the Remington and VP70 in sequence.
After tidying up everything, Leon closed his eyes slightly, relaxed and rested for a while.
Since his consciousness was trapped, he clearly realized that the body in this illusion had no nanorobot assistance in reality.
Therefore, Lyon's current physique is no different from that of "ordinary people" at the end of the 20th century and the beginning of the 21st century. At most, he has just graduated from the police academy and is on the front line than ordinary people.
And Leon didn't know whether dying in the illusion meant that the physical body in the Srilan camp would also die.
Although Leon is not a researcher, he also knows that once the brain thinks that "it" has been "really" damaged, it will feedback to the body.
Therefore, he would not, or rather would never, try to commit suicide to return to the real world. Moreover, self-understanding in this situation is really a sign of cowardice and cowardice in Leon's eyes.
If that doesn't work, just make a scene in this raccoon city. Anyway, he has lived for almost two and a half centuries.
It may not be accurate to say that life is enough, but this life is worth it.
Then he opened his eyes, clenched the Remington in his hands, and was about to move on...
"Dip...dip..."
But I felt a few drops of viscous liquid fall on my head.
The moment he noticed this abnormality, Leon didn't look up stupidly like the protagonists in the horror movies that his son and daughter liked to watch. Instead, he instinctively used the butt of his Remington gun and rammed it upward. .
"Peng~!"
"Ah...~!"
With a thick, dull impact and a female scream, the "thing" that was originally crawling above was knocked down by Leon.
At the same time, Leon moved away from the wall he was leaning on, pointed the muzzle of his gun at the sarcoma-like "thing", and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"boom!
"
"puff!
"
Countless fine sands immediately shattered it into pieces. The most sinister thing is that the split body parts are still struggling to wriggle, as if they want to be put back together again, and they also let out an angry roar:
"Leon...Kennedy, why kill me...why kill me!
This world is the real one... The Umbrella you serve is by no means as upright as you think... And this should be your true starting point..."
If you listen carefully, the roar made by this sarcoma seems to have the special accent of "Clair".
It was obviously a headshot, which did not actually kill "Claire". Moreover, this guy also underwent some kind of mutation and became the sarcoma-like creature in front of him.
"Boom! Boom!"
But Leon didn't wait for "Claire" to finish speaking, and continued to shoot a few more times, turning it into a pile of debris.
Immediately afterwards, Leon turned around and left without any wavering in his heart.
Umbrella is upright?
If he was still a fledgling police officer, perhaps due to the spread of the T virus, which caused citizens to evolve into zombies and alien species, as well as lickers and hunters of biochemical weapons, he might be affected by "Claire" His words confused him and he began to hate and disgust Umbrella for what he had done.
To be honest, at that time, he was very black and white. Without the words and guidance of his immediate boss Sui Bian, he would only think that Umbrella was an "evil" and "black-hearted" "villain" organization.
But as he grew older, dealt with many difficult incidents, and understood what the company was doing, Lyon began to firmly believe that D and personnel were "necessities."
Moreover, what is the relationship between Umbrella in the fantasy and him?
Even if he really "travels", Umbrella in the parallel universe does not conform to the concept of the main universe, Leon will definitely try to subvert it, or take it as his own. After all, it is Sui Bian who deserves his "job", not Umbrella
It didn't take long.
Leon came to the main entrance of the police station.
Under the bloody night, the police station renovated from the museum exudes an inexplicable and strange atmosphere, which makes people stay away.
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Leon frowned.
Because no matter how much he tried to stay calm and calm, he would still be affected by the weirdness emanating from the police station, and even his memory of the main universe began to become blurry.
For a moment, Leon, who was holding a Remington in his right hand and rubbing his temples with his left hand, was once again entangled in distinguishing between "reality" and "dream".
“Boom!
"
At this time, Leon heard a "huge object" falling from the sky in front of him, crushing and crushing an abandoned car.
This forced Leon to end his entanglement and no longer consider "reality" and "dream". He quickly put down his left hand, held the wooden bolt responsible for loading again, then raised the Remington and pointed the muzzle at the gun that made such a noise. big guy.
Just this look made Leon, who was not surprised at all, open his eyes wide and show a very different expression.
Because the guy who crushed the car was none other than a biochemical organic weapon that was relatively stable in the early days of the company and had top overall performance——
Tyrant T-103.
And it was the tyrant T-103, who was about 2.4 meters tall, wearing a bulletproof restraint (dark green windbreaker) and a mafia-style top hat.
"Boom! Boom!"
After Leon saw the tyrant's appearance clearly and had a slight hesitation, he immediately pulled the trigger, pulled the wooden bolt, and violently attacked his head.
But the shotgun attack is completely painless to the tyrant. At most, it only blocks its sight and makes its "beloved" top hat fly away.
"Winter, winter!"
So the tyrant waved his arms and took heavy steps towards Lyon.
Leon, who was well aware of the capabilities of the Tyrant T-103, saw that the attack was ineffective and that the bullets he was silently counting in his mind were about to be empty. He quickly carried the Remington behind him, pulled out the VP70, and while running around, he continued to shoot the Tyrant in the head with guns in both hands. .
For a while, the trapped tyrant really couldn't get close to Lyon.
but…
The tyrant suddenly swung his right arm and shoulder forward, bent his knees as if to sprint, and then ran towards Lyon at once.
But Leon also had the right timing, threw himself to the right, and rolled along, successfully dodging the Tyrant's charge.
“Boom!
"And like a tyrant moving the mountain front, he knocked down the metal gate of the police station.
The Tyrant, realizing that it had lost track of its target, was about to turn around, but failed to realize that its target, Leon, had charged in the opposite direction, quickly came behind the Tyrant, and landed on the Tyrant's back with a high jump.
Immediately afterwards, Leon strangled the tyrant's neck with his left hand, grasped VP70's right hand, put the muzzle of the gun into the tyrant's left eye at close range, and continuously pulled the trigger.
"Peng! Peng!"
"Poof! Poof!"
Although the 9mm warhead is helpless against the Tyrant's skin, it can still be used as eyeballs for monitor purposes. After all, the eyes are one of the Tyrant's few weaknesses.
Moreover, while the warhead penetrated the eyeball, it was still rolling and stirring wildly inside the tyrant's skull.
The tyrant, feeling threatened by "downtime", struggled frantically.
But at this time, Leon had already emptied the magazine of the VP70. However, in desperation, he flicked the VP70 away and took out the Glock he had searched for before. He stared at the tyrant's right eye and started to pull the trigger repeatedly. step……
