chsdbacks Chapter 302 Was the Wrong Person Killed?
Chapter 302 Was the Wrong Person Killed?
Chapter 302 Was the Wrong Person Killed?
A dozen minutes ago, in the world of Resident Evil.
The entire city was in ruins; the central area had disappeared, and the outer areas resembled gnawed skeletons.
After the endless storm swept through, under the hazy sky, the smell of burning lava, blood, and decay mingled and permeated the air.
Outside the ruins, a checkpoint was unrecognizable; steel bars were exposed, walls had collapsed, and only half of the guard post stood forlornly in the same spot.
Several corpses lay scattered on the ground.
They were all dressed in black combat uniforms; they were the remaining members of the Demon Team.
Some people's heads were separated from their bodies and rolled in the rubble, their eyes wide open in death, their pupils still holding extreme shock and resentment.
Some men had bullets piercing their chests from Gauss rifles, their combat uniforms soaked in blood, their fingertips digging into the ground, their nails broken, leaving deep bloody marks.
Some people maintained their forward-rushing posture, but only half of their bodies had crawled a short distance, grabbing onto a character from the story, with undried blood foam at the corner of their mouths, their eyes fixed on the direction of the checkpoint.
"Just a little bit more—just a little bit more—"
Tom looked at the checkpoint so close at hand with resentment.
Silent resentment seemed to condense in the air.
They had already led the characters to the checkpoint entrance; just one more step and they could have completed the mission and ended the horror movie.
But at this crucial moment, the Central Continent team appeared like divine warriors, blocking their path.
Why? Why is the Central Continent Team here? Why are they so strong?
Those members of the Demon Team who once considered themselves outstanding in the cycle of reincarnation could never understand it, even until their deaths.
They were unwilling to perish like this, unwilling to fail at the last moment when they were only one step away from the end, so unwilling that even death could not let them close their eyes in peace.
Even the strongest clone of Chu Xuan died from a single bullet fired by the original Chu Xuan before he could even last a single round.
A one-sided massacre.
He no longer had the strength to speak; only one thought remained in Tom's mind.
wcnm, God!
"Tsk, looks like I'm really not lucky enough to join the Demon Team, but oh well."
A casual voice broke the deathly silence of the ruins.
Zhang Jie, a cigarette dangling from his lips, lit it with a click. Through the swirling smoke, he glanced at the Demon Team member lying dead on the ground, eyes wide open, then turned to Chu Xuan beside him, his tone slightly mocking: "Colonel Chu, how does it feel to personally eliminate another version of yourself?"
Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses.
He expressionlessly took out a blood pill from his pocket, swallowed it, his Adam's apple bobbed, seemingly uninterested in Zhang Jie's teasing, and only uttered a few words indifferently.
"A boring question."
"hehe."
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Zhang Jie chuckled, exhaled a smoke ring, glanced in the direction of the checkpoint, and spoke with a more serious tone.
"Luckily, you anticipated that they would bring plot characters here to wrap things up and set up an ambush in advance, otherwise these guys would have really escaped."
Chu Xuan didn't respond, but glanced at the corpses on the ground, then looked at the unconscious characters they had brought with them before they died and said, "Wait ten more minutes and we'll get through the checkpoint and end this horror movie."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jie said incredulously, "We have to wait again? You have that much confidence in the gorilla? Although it was indeed terrifying that he threw the moon, it's a fact that they've fought for so long and a winner has been decided. I haven't even heard the notification from the main god yet."
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone in the Zhongzhou team present instinctively trembled, their faces showing lingering fear.
The thought of Zheng Zha's earth-shattering punch and the terrifying sight of the moon being shattered sent chills down everyone's spine.
That kind of power can be described as a god or demon incarnate, capable of destroying the world in an instant, and has long surpassed the scope of "human".
Despite this power, the clone Zheng Zha was still alive.
This is absolutely terrifying.
Although they are no longer weak, and any one of them could easily slaughter the demon team without even getting hurt, they are now no different from ordinary people in this horror movie world when faced with such power.
There's absolutely no room for intervention.
"Just a soft-hearted guy," Chu Xuan said, staring blankly at the sky.
"They're probably just holding back on his clone. We don't need to worry about him. With the Zhutian Pavilion around, even if he wants to court death, it won't be that easy."
"Okay, then."
And so, the Zhongzhou team found a relatively flat open space next to the checkpoint to rest. Zhang Jie leaned against a half-broken wall, smoking one cigarette after another, his relaxed laziness filling the swirling smoke.
After a few minutes of silence, a sliver of light suddenly appeared in the sky, and a streak of light pierced the hazy heavens, landing steadily in front of everyone.
As the smoke and dust cleared, a huge dragon wing retracted, revealing Zheng Zha's figure.
His breathing was steady and normal, and there was no sign of fatigue on his face. Instead, he exuded an undisguised excitement.
"Zheng Zha, you're back!" Zhang Jie suddenly stood up straight, the cigarette butt slipping from his fingers. "The battle's over? But why didn't we hear the God's bonus notification sound?"
Others also gathered around, their eyes full of doubt.
Logically speaking, if the clone Zheng Zha were dealt with, the main god would surely give a clear indication, but at this moment, his mind was completely calm and there was no sound.
Zheng Zha shook his head, his tone relaxed: "It's not over, but we've made up for now."
One sentence left everyone present looking at each other in bewilderment, and the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Zhang Jie subconsciously glanced at the corpses of the Demon Team members on the ground, then turned back to Zheng Zha, his surprise gradually turning into a panicked, bewildered expression: "So—we killed the wrong people?"
After all, Zheng Zha and his clone hadn't won or lost, and even "made up," but they wiped out the rest of the Demon Team members. What's going on here?
Zheng Zha seemed completely unconcerned. He waved his hand, his excitement growing even stronger. He took two steps forward and said urgently, "It's good that you've resolved this. It saves me the trouble of dealing with it later. I came back this time specifically to borrow money from you!"
"Borrow money?"
Everyone was completely stunned. Zhang Jie opened his mouth, unable to react for a long time: "Wait, you just finished fighting your clone, and the first thing you did when you got back was to borrow money? Borrow what?"
"The Pavilion of All Heavens has some good stuff!" Zheng Zha's eyes lit up, and he spoke quickly, "Domain Saint Pills, Law Realm Lord Pills, the effects are heaven-defying, but they're a bit expensive. I don't have enough reward points, so I'm thinking of pooling them with you guys. I'll pay you back later after killing a few high-level monsters or completing a few side quests!"
He was so excited that he didn't notice the complicated expressions on everyone's faces.
So while others were worried about getting into trouble for killing the wrong person, he didn't care at all.
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