chapter 207 part 1
Chapter 207: The Powerful Ren Arakawa, But Why Is Ada Wong Li Bingbing?
Deep in the night, the dense darkness was like a giant curtain, enveloping the stronghold. Only the pale beams of searchlights swayed in the night sky, barely illuminating the surroundings.
The roars of zombies were exceptionally piercing in the silent night, as if countless demons were howling, surging towards the stronghold wave after wave, ceaselessly.
Surrounding the stronghold in a large circle, the warriors among the human survivors frantically pulled their triggers.
However, they merely tried their best to aim at the zombies and fired indiscriminately; the real heavy lifting still fell to the Resident Evil protagonist group.
Ada Wong, with agile movements, held two guns, moving freely through the hail of bullets.
Her gaze was focused, intently fixed on the continuously approaching zombies, calmly judging every firing opportunity. "Rat-tat-tat," the guns in her hands continuously spewed tongues of flame, shooting directly into the zombies' heads, instantly rendering them incapacitated.
The Newcomer Group of Team China was amazed when they saw this scene.
It wasn't that they were shocked by Ada Wong's combat power, or that the movie world had become real.
It was simply because, since it was the movie version of "Resident Evil," the Ada Wong in their eyes was actually the actress Li Bingbing.
Seeing an actress from their memories slaughtering her way through the zombie horde, this kind of experience was truly wondrous.
Leon, originally the protagonist of the Resident Evil game but relegated to a minor support character in the movie, stood at a high vantage point, taking on the important task of providing cover and sniping for Ada Wong.
As the last zombie was headshotted by Jill, the first night's zombie tide was considered safely overcome.
Ren Arakawa, looking at the sun gradually rising in the distance, called out to everyone, "Alright. Those who need to rest, get some rest. A thirty-day zombie tide is just a small task; we need to focus on the team battle."
Faint, dim light flickered weakly in the corners of the stronghold. Zhan Lan tightly clutched a pen and paper in her hand, her gaze sweeping over the group of people before her, each with a different expression.
The heavy haze of the apocalypse hung over them, each person carrying their own fear, confusion, and anticipation.
The bald, burly man Wang Meng stepped forward boldly, exuding a rugged aura, and shouted in a booming voice, "My name is Wang Meng! I used to run the streets! Collecting protection fees, fighting—I've never been afraid of anyone! Even though I haven't used a gun, I'll definitely not be a coward!"
He forcefully patted his thick chest, trying to hide the deep-seated unease within him with this exaggerated gesture.
However, his randomly darting eyes still betrayed that his words and his true feelings were mostly at odds.
The otaku Li Yang cowered to the side, his eyes behind his glasses filled with terror, his hands nervously rubbing the corner of his clothes, his voice trembling terribly. "I... My name is Li Yang. I usually just like to stay at home and play games. I truly have no idea what's going on; how did I suddenly end up in this terrifying place... I, I'm afraid I won't be able to help."
The otaku girl Lin Rene hugged her knees, tears streaming incessantly, sobbing as she complained, "My name is Lin Rene. I'm an otaku girl. I just like watching anime and reading novels. I really want to go home. There are zombies everywhere here; I don't want to stay for another second..."
Hearing the self-introductions of the first three newcomers, Zhan Lan frowned.
These three sounded unreliable from the start.
Zhan Lan realized for the first time what kind of abyss-level beginning Ren Arakawa, the cornerstone of Team China, must have had to gradually build the team to its current state.
Zhang Xuefeng, looking like an office worker, raised a hand to straighten his wrinkled suit, cleared his throat, and did his best to appear calm and collected. "Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Xuefeng. I work as an exam preparation tutor. Analyzing problems and making plans are my strengths. I hope I can be of some use here and help everyone overcome these difficulties."
Zhan Lan nodded and drew a circle next to his name, indicating he was still usable.
The college student Zhao Xiao had a face full of youthful inexperience and fear, his eyes filled with confusion. "I'm Zhao Xiao. I just started university. I don't understand anything at all, and I have no idea what to do..."
"Mm," Zhan Lan didn't even bother to note down the name. "Next."
The skinny man wearing glasses stepped forward with steady, hurried steps, a kindly smile on his face, his voice gentle yet firm. "Young lady, I am Teacher Liu. I've stood on the podium my whole life, teaching countless students. Although I'm old, my mind isn't muddled yet. If there's anything I can help with, please don't hesitate."
As he spoke, Zhao Yingkong, who was next to Zhan Lan, blinked. After Zhan Lan finished writing, Zhao Yingkong walked forward, took the pen, and wrote a note after the name of the so-called Teacher Liu.
[Assassin]
It takes one to know one. Zhao Yingkong saw through the so-called Teacher Liu's act at a glance. Although teachers hold chalk year-round, the calluses on his hands were definitely not from writing.
Coupled with his hypocritical, harmless-looking face that was so unremarkable you wouldn't recognize it a second time in a crowd.
Zhao Yingkong immediately determined that this guy was not to be underestimated.
She even harbored killing intent because he had lied.
Among the subsequent newcomers were Sun Qiang, a deliveryman; Zhou Rene, a freelance writer; Chen Gang, a fitness instructor who was a bit gay; Old Wang, the chef; and Master Li, the taxi driver who smoked constantly.
After noting down all these people, Zhan Lan looked at the last young person in the crowd.
"My name is Zhang Heng. I started practicing archery when I was young, and after all these years, my archery skills should be quite decent."
Zhan Lan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Zhang Heng. "Archery? If your talent is high, you could exchange for some powerful archery skills from the Main God. If used properly, they can be even more formidable than firearms. Strive to survive."
Zhang Heng nodded forcefully, "Understood!"
Inside the stronghold's hall, the atmosphere was as heavy as the dense night outside.
The dim yellow light swayed above everyone's heads, stretching their tired and anxious shadows across the clutter-strewn floor.
Ada Wong and Alice crouched beside the ammo boxes, intently counting the remaining ammunition. Each time they picked up a box of bullets, it felt like touching a spark of hope for humanity's survival.
With a "click," Ada Wong closed the last ammo box, stood up, and took a deep breath, breaking the silence. "By my count, these bullets will only last for three more days at most. It's completely insufficient."
Leon frowned, a flicker of anxiety in his eyes. "This won't do. Without enough ammunition, we can't possibly defend the stronghold."
Ada Wong nodded slightly and said with a resolute gaze, "I can go search for ammunition, but it would be best to assign some strong young men to me. Within thirty kilometers of here, there are sixteen gun stores. But after the Resident Evil outbreak, the ammunition in these stores is likely scarce. Let's start by searching nearby first."
The newcomers in Team China who had never been to America immediately felt that Ada Wong's words were a bit too pointed.
Sixteen gun stores within thirty kilometers.