Chapter 1000...

  "Head... I have a question for you. Why are we still working with that sly and cunning director of the Umbrella Corporation? I just can't understand it. Even if we didn't have the support of Umbrella's weapons and intelligence, we could still take revenge on behalf of the old devils!"

  In a dimly lit alley, four people held guns, vigilant in their expressions, advancing slowly in a special formation.

  As they walked, one of the people walking behind Nicholas on the right said. This person was not tall or short, with an ordinary appearance, but had a very eye-catching white hair, and he was only about thirty years old. This man is Bai Shu, a crazy blasting expert!

  "The radiance that burst forth at the moment of explosion was like the sunrise over the ocean; the sound produced by the explosion, to my ears, was more delightful and pleasant than Beethoven's symphony. All these made me irretrievably fascinated with it."

  This is what this guy often says.

  Nicholas said, "Without the intel support from the arms dealer, we can easily kill those Chinese agents. But if we don't cooperate with Protection Umbrella Corporation, we won't be able to leave this damn city and will eventually become food for the zombies. I have to take responsibility."

  "Cowardice is the act of a coward!" Bai Shu said with a hum, "The people at Protective Umbrella Company are all wolves who eat people without spitting out bones. I'd rather die than accept working with them again!"

  Nicholas said: "But I am your leader! I have the right to decide what you should do and shouldn't do. Unless you want to leave 'Black Snake'."

  The white mouse's expression stiffened, and he lowered his head without speaking.

  A black woman behind the white mouse patted his shoulder and laughed: "White Mouse, what he said is right, he's the boss, you'd better obey orders." This black woman with a scar on her face showed off her clean white teeth when she smiled, giving people a very terrifying feeling.

  The white mouse turned its head and stared at her, humming twice without saying a word.

  The Indian youth next to the black woman said, "You damn rat, don't stare at my fox with your rat eyes. Be careful or I'll dig out all of your eyeballs."

  "Mori, shut your mouth unless you want to see yourself explode in a burst of glory."

  Indian youth Mori shrugged, holding the fox's hand and said: "I really want to see it. But before that, you'd better not be poisoned by my fox." As he spoke, Mori looked at the fox with tender eyes.

  The fox also smiled at Mori. They seemed to be showing each other their tacit understanding.

  "Alright, you lot," Nicholas said. "Arguing is also a matter of timing. If you want to stay alive, perk up. Let's get started." With that, he raised his head.

  At this time, a white light was projected from the sky, accompanied by the sound of a helicopter stirring up air. The four people looked up and vaguely saw that the bottom of the helicopter had a red and white protective umbrella logo!

  Two metal boxes were thrown out of the plane and landed just a short distance away from Nicholas and his companions...

  "Come on, guys. Let's see what our old customer has in store for us." Nicholas beckoned and spoke first.

  It's still at the location of that phone booth.

  Yin Kuang looked up at the helicopter in the sky and said, "It's really quite urgent."

  A metal box fell from the sky, bringing a sharp whistling sound, and heavily smashed onto the road surface not far from Yin Kuang, creating a dent on the asphalt road.

  Yin Kuang picked up the receiver, laughing: "Respected sir, I have received your gift. Thank you for your generosity. Of course, I hope you didn't do anything to it. The black dog and I will be together forever."

  After finishing speaking, he didn't care what the person on the other end of the phone said, and picked up the Labrador dog from the ground, walking towards a metal box with the logo of the Protective Umbrella Corporation printed on all four sides.

  He put guide dog Mary in front of the box while he himself turned to the back, then stretched out his hand and slowly opened the box.

  Yu Bu De Yin Kuang is being extremely cautious. Doing business with the Protection Umbrella Corporation is like walking on a tightrope, with an abyss of thousands of feet below, and one misstep would result in a crushing defeat, never to be revived again!

  If the Umbrella Corporation had done something fishy with the box and Yin Kuang was careless, he would probably die without even knowing how.

  The box was finally opened completely. There was no poisonous gas, no bomb and no trap.

  Yin Kuang let out a sigh of relief.

  He then walked over to the front of the metal box and examined its contents.

  Ten black high-explosive grenades, a black rifle resembling an M4, two rifle magazines, two black USP pistols, four pistol magazines, a military knife, a roll of steel wire, a medical kit with a red cross, a set of Protection Umbrella Security Service uniforms including helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, boots, gloves, bulletproof vest, night vision binoculars and more. And there were even two cans of beef and a pack of compressed biscuits.

  There are a lot of things, very complete, it can be seen that the person must have spent some effort and considered everything that Yin Kuang needs.

  Yin Kuang looked at the things inside the metal box, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

  "Wow, so many good things, it's really a pity to throw them away." Yin Kuang picked up a handgun, but didn't receive any hints from the "Principal", nor did he get any detailed introduction about this gun.

  "It seems this is what Bear Overlord meant by 'plot device'. Yīn Kuàng let out a bitter laugh, "In that case, even if we throw it away, it wouldn't be a waste. After all, it can't be put in the inventory, and it's impossible to bring it out of this scenario world."

  So-called "plot items" refer to various items that appear in the scene world, such as weapons, equipment, special props, and so on. "Plot items" can be used, but they cannot be taken out of the scene world and can only be used within the "scene". Therefore, the principal will not provide any introduction, nor can it be put into the "item bar", it can only be carried with you, which is very troublesome.

  Yin Kuang's "item slot" has three grids, and only three items can be placed. One is holding "Mary's Heart Blood", the other two are empty.

  Just as Yin Kuang frowned, a crisp ringing sound came from the metal box, and it was a mobile phone.

  Yin Kang pouted and answered the phone.

  "How about it, little Chinese boy? Are you satisfied with this gift? I believe that with these, you can easily avenge your dead friend."

  "I'm very satisfied. Thank you very much." Yin Kuang said with a smile.

  "So I'll wait quietly for your good news. I eagerly hope our transaction can be completed as soon as possible. After all, Rakshasa City is a place where danger lurks everywhere."

  "You will get what you wish for."

  After finishing speaking, Yin Kuang hung up his phone.

  "It's about to start... I hope it goes as I imagined..."

  After finishing speaking, Yin Kuang bent down and dragged the metal box with force towards the dark place...

  On the flickering screen, a Chinese boy with his waist bent and dragging a metal box gradually disappeared into the dark night...

  The supervisor of the Youyu Umbrella Company's branch in Xiongshi City sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he said: "Track his signal, lock onto his location... and then transmit his location to that idiot Nicholas. Hmph, you little Chinese boy, enjoy this delicious meal I'm serving up for you. Two fish fighting, and I, the fisherman, will reap the benefits on the side, heh heh."

  Perhaps if this manager knew more about Chinese culture, he should say "the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits" instead.

  "Yes, sir." The blonde replied.

  Then the manager beckoned to a sturdy black man standing beside the account curtain and said, "Don't we still have a logistics team?"

  "Sir, the logistics team is our last deployable force." The strong black man seemed to understand the director's meaning and then said: "At the same time, it is also the last defense force of the camp. Because the 'Cleaning Worker' plan is about to be implemented, the safety of the camp must be guaranteed. Moreover, only the company headquarters has the right to deploy logistics troops."

  The manager turned his head lazily and said, "Sorry, I didn't quite catch what you were saying?"

  "Sir..."

  "Obey orders, Mr. Security." The supervisor stared at the strong black man with a cold gaze that pierced his heart and said: "You also saw it, although I don't have the power to use that force, but I can fire you. And, do you think anyone would come to our camp as a guest at this time? So, as the host, I'm happy to entertain them well."

  A strong black man's eyes flashed with a hint of struggle, and finally his heels clicked together as he stood up straight and said: "Yes, sir!"

  "Alright, Security Chief." The supervisor squeezed out a smile and said: "Deploy your logistics troops, find a place to hide well. Then, when they are both exhausted, take them all down. Remember, try to keep them alive. I haven't had the chance to entertain them properly yet."

  "Yes, sir!"

  The black man let out a loud roar and then stormed out of the command center.

  "Little boy in China, aren't you eager to get T-virus? Don't worry, I have prepared a lot of T-viruses for you here..."