"Whoosh!"
The SCV-1-type Energy Motorcycle, known as the "Land Bullet," drew a white line on the road connecting Silvermoon City and Lu Conglomerate City.
Feng Luo, who was lying on the motorcycle with his face slightly cold from the night breeze, could not help but recall Old John's background.
The cause of the incident was more than five months ago. At that time, his life profession had just advanced to Intermediate Gun Mechanic, and Wind Mark Gun Shop had just opened.
When he went to collect a special material, he found Old John, who was covered in a mess and drunk, being dragged into its lair by a Level 30 Mutant Sharp-toothed Tiger.
As a player, there was no need to ask what he would do when he saw such a situation.
After a battle, after Old John was saved by Feng Luo, he seemed to have sobered up a little.
"…"
He sat on the ground and looked at Feng Luo in silence for a long time. Then, he asked a strange question.
Feng Luo could not remember the content of the question. After all, his memory was not as good as it was now.
He only knew that when Old John asked him the question, he was looking forward to this kind of NPC with hidden missions described in novels because he had just come into contact with the virtual game, so he answered seriously.
In the end, he did not know why, but his words seemed to have touched a certain soft spot in the heart of the old man who reeked of alcohol.
Then …
This NPC, who seemed to have some kind of story, followed him all the way back, then stayed in his shop and did not leave.
Every day, he would take money from the gun shop and go to the bar across the street to drink. Then, when he was extremely drunk, he would return to the shop, fall asleep, and even vomit all over the floor. The total amount of time he was awake in a day was probably less than three hours.
He also did not talk to him, so there was no way to communicate with him. The system also did not give him any hidden missions.
For normal players, this kind of situation would probably last at most ten days, and they would get impatient. However, as a Sniper, Feng Luo, who could stay in the same place for three hours without moving during a hunter mission, was extremely patient, so he allowed Old John to eat and sleep in the shop.
After a month, Old John really did change a little.
In the few times he was sober, he would make some Normal Grade firearms. After selling them, the profit was about the same as the money he spent drinking every day.
Two months ago, when Feng Luo was about to go to Roguetown to investigate the Umbrella Corporation …
Old John had suddenly created an Eye of the Thunder magazine with a Perfect evaluation. Before he left, he had left behind some information regarding the creation of the Eye of the Thunder, allowing Feng Luo to successfully obtain the permanent creation rights of the Eye of the Thunder.
All of this made Feng Luo instantly determine Old John's identity as a "Gun Mechanic Master."
This was already a high enough status.
But now that a biohazard crisis had broken out in Silvermoon City, the system was actually giving players a quest to protect Old John?
Without a doubt, this made Feng Luo even more surprised.
"Looks like I have to save Old John!"
"Hu!"
Feng Luo, wearing the "Black Eagle" tactical glove (from Chapter 9), held the handle of the SCV1 with both of his hands. He took a shortcut and drove up a hill to the side. Then, he jumped off a cliff that was over ten meters high. With a "boom," he landed on the ground and continued moving forward. The CV1 Energy Motorcycle had a top speed of 300 kilometers per hour. Coupled with his 95% Advanced Level "Vehicle Driving Proficiency" skill!
It would take them at most forty minutes to reach Silvermoon City.
Moreover, although Silvermoon City's communications had been completely cut off from the outside world by the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group or the rebel army, Feng Luo's mind had a map of Silvermoon City.
However, the map of Silvermoon City had already appeared in Feng Luo's mind. Comparing Skynet's previous location with the gun shop, he could more or less determine their approximate escape route.
So, what he lacked was only time.
…
In Silvermoon City, the entire city had completely fallen into a biohazard crisis state.
It had only been a short three hours since the outbreak of the T-virus, and the death toll of the players and NPCs in Silvermoon City had definitely exceeded half.
The entire city was filled with battles. Gunshots, explosions, screams, and the sound of buildings collapsing could be heard continuously.
However, there was one place that was still very quiet.
In a secret base of the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group, Roaring Dragon Lightwind had a smug smile on his face. He was talking to a man wearing sunglasses and a trench coat who was sitting on a silver chair on the virtual screen in front of him.
"Mr. Wesker, everything is just as I said. Now, the situation in Silvermoon City is developing according to my plan. Everything is under control.
So, I hope that you can continue to supervise the rebel army and stop the reinforcements from the Federation Army from the surrounding cities.
"Yes, I will turn this matter to Gordon for a reward. Have you finished the arrangements I asked you to make? "
On the screen, Wesker's voice was very calm, as if there were no fluctuations.
"Don't worry, Mr. Wesker. I have arranged for that little girl to be in the safest position. She will definitely not be infected, and no one will be able to come into contact with her. "
"Why don't you take a look first?"
Roaring Dragon Lightwind smiled. He reached out his hand and drew a line in the air. Behind him, a new virtual screen immediately appeared.
On the screen, the little girl with brown hair who had appeared at the airport hugging a white teddy bear and had a sickly pale face was sitting blankly on the only white bed in a completely sealed room.
"Daddy, where are you …"
The little girl's face was filled with fear, and her eyes were filled with tears.
However, she did not cry out loud. Instead, she raised the back of her pale little hand and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
"Don't cry, Shirley. Daddy said …"
The little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, said softly.
Outside the room, the normal-looking Asian nanny who had taken care of the little girl before had a change in the skin and muscles of her face.
After that, it actually turned into a very beautiful but cold face of a Caucasian woman.
"The person has been safely sent here. Can I leave now?"
Turning her head, the Caucasian woman said to a tall black NPC who was more than two meters tall. His entire body was wrapped in a heavy high-collared jacket, revealing only a pair of eyes and part of his skin at the only door of the room next to her.
"Mr. Wesker has requested from General Gordon that you can stay for a little longer and officially hand her over to him."
The black NPC's voice was very hoarse. It seemed that even speaking was a little strenuous, and his words were unclear.
"This little girl is very important to Mr. Wesker's experiment and Gordon's grand plan. If only these low-level adventurers are protecting her, he will not be at ease. If you are here, then safety will not be a problem. "
"Heh, how troublesome. A little girl with an incurable disease, and you actually need to mobilize so many people. "
"Your Umbrella Company really has nothing better to do."
The Caucasian woman's face showed some displeasure, and her high-heeled feet paused on the ground. After that, with a cold face, she turned around and walked towards the passage at the side.
After she lifted her foot, she left an incomparably clear mark on the metal floor that her heel had just stepped on.
At the door of the room, the black NPC who was completely wrapped up still stood at the door. His eyes did not change. (To be continued.)
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