Unlike the colorful specimens that the masses of the New Era were familiar with, the game reproduced its original appearance and temperament to a greater extent. These wild beasts that had mutated from canine diseases had bloodstains of varying shades of reddish-brown on their blood-like fur. They bared their fangs, and there was even some flesh between their teeth. Their bloodshot eyes spewed out a vicious, murderous aura.
Perhaps people who saw them for the first time would be shocked. Most people only came into contact with these creatures in history and biology classes, or in some simple games. But for Fang Zhao, it was like a long and familiar memory was resurfacing.
In his previous life, in order to survive, besides normal rescue and foraging missions, he had taken the initiative to hunt these aggressive mutated beasts. One killed meant one less.
The chains outside the iron door were not broken, but the already unstable iron door was about to be knocked down. Through the crack in the door, Fang Zhao could see the murderous aura emanating from the silhouettes. They just wanted to tear the people inside the warehouse to shreds.
Zuo Yu took a deep breath. As an experienced former special forces soldier, he felt that even though this game was a little scary, he could handle it with his abilities. His body was ready for battle. Since his boss wasn't willing to leave, he could only stand there and fight. This was a chance for him to show his loyalty.
Bang!
The metal door was smashed open and fell toward the warehouse with a loud crash. The ground shook under Fang Zhao's feet, and the sound reverberated through the warehouse like it could shake one's soul.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...
Seven consecutive shots were fired in quick succession.
The moment the metal door fell, Zuo Yu's gun unleashed its full potential.
The three mutated beasts at the front were felled.
Killing three mutated beasts with seven bullets was considered a good result. However, Zuo Yu was not satisfied with this result. According to his estimation, to kill three beasts, he would need at least five bullets.
Could it be that he hadn't used a gun in a long time and was rusty? He often went to the shooting range to practice, and he had never stopped playing the game. After thinking it over, Zuo Yu felt that the gun in his hand wasn't good enough. After all, it was an old gun from the Old Era, so its poor performance was understandable. Yeah, this kind of antique would definitely affect his performance.
The mutated beasts outside didn't give Zuo Yu time to think. There weren't just three beasts gathered outside the door, but six! Outside the warehouse, other mutated beasts heard the commotion and ran over.
The other three that had charged in turned, trying to circle around Zuo Yu and pounce on Fang Zhao. It was the same in the real apocalypse. Although they had become irritable due to the disease, their instinct to pick on the weak was still engraved in their bones. If Zuo Yu was alone, they would only attack Zuo Yu, but Zuo Yu had killed three of them in an instant. This made them choose to attack the other person in the warehouse first.
Bang, bang, bang!
It was another three shots in quick succession, but this time, only one was killed. The other one didn't hit its vital parts. It just rolled over and got up again, as if it couldn't feel the pain.
"Boss, be careful!"
Zuo Yu calculated his remaining bullets. Two shots to finish off one. The other was already very close, and it was about to circle around Zuo Yu and pounce on Fang Zhao. Without hesitation, Zuo Yu pulled out a kitchen knife that Zu We had tossed to him when he logged off. Just as he was about to make a move, he felt a strong gust of wind from an object whizzing past his ear. It was like a high-speed train whizzing past him.
Fang Zhao swung the wooden box he had been sitting on and smashed it against the mutated dog that was pouncing on him.
Crack!
The wooden box fell apart from the force of the impact. The wooden board nailed to the ground snapped, and the mutated dog flew backward, crashing into another mutated dog that had just run in from outside the warehouse.
Fang Zhao took two steps forward, moving from behind Zuo Yu to in front of him. His ice-cold metal rod was like a sudden downpour, crashing down on the mutated dog. His entire being seemed like it was about to set off a storm.
Zuo Yu was speechless, frozen in the position of holding the kitchen knife.
Bang! Bang! Crack! Crack!
Before the sound of the wooden box falling apart disappeared, Zuo Yu could clearly hear the sound of bone and flesh colliding with each other. Following the sound of bones breaking, the mutated dog let out a blood-curdling scream.
Zuo Yu's eyes widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable. His eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
One dog, two dogs …
Under the violent barrage of metal rods, the nearby mutated dogs were killed one after another.
Mutated dogs kept coming in from outside the warehouse, but Fang Zhao's expression didn't change. He raised his arm and smashed the mutated dogs that ran in from outside the warehouse. It seemed like there was no pattern to it, but every blow was a targeted attack.
To Zuo Yu, the sound of the metal rod striking bone and flesh was like a clap of thunder, so loud that he didn't know how to react.
A mutated dog was knocked to the ground, but it didn't die immediately. After struggling for a while, it crawled back up. Its bloodthirsty gaze wasn't directed at Fang Zhao but at Zuo Yu, who was behind Fang Zhao. It got up with a low growl and was about to pounce on Fang Zhao again when its hind leg was grabbed by someone. The forceful tug caused its entire body to fly out of the box. The dog was swung in an arc in the air before crashing into the figure that had appeared again.
Fang Zhao didn't give them any time to get up. He hurried over and launched another round of fierce attacks.
Crack! Bang!
The blood-stained metal rod in Fang Zhao's hand was slightly bent.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Zhao had used the metal rod to finish off five mutated dogs. Zuo Yu, who was holding the kitchen knife, stood there in a daze. His expression was lifeless.
This... this... Was this still the artistic young boss who couldn't carry anything on his shoulders?!
Zuo Yu was howling in his heart. Is this f * cking schizophrenic?! Why is he so violent? Has he been infected?!
After finishing off five mutated dogs with a metal rod, Fang Zhao didn't even look at Zuo Yu. He threw the unnaturally bent metal rod to the ground and calmly removed the gloves on his hands. The gloves were cotton gloves that had been kept in a wooden crate, but now they were stained with blood.
Throwing the blood-stained gloves on the ground, Fang Zhao pulled out his gun and continued walking toward the warehouse entrance. He raised the muzzle and spewed out deadly smoke.
Bang, bang!
One bullet hit the mutated beast dog in the neck. The other went straight through its bloodshot eyes and into its brain. It collapsed without a sound.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Other than the first dog, which was finished off with two bullets, the other four mutated dogs that appeared in front of the warehouse were all killed with one shot!
Zuo Yu watched as Fang Zhao walked over the corpses of the mutated beasts. That calm and cool-headedness was definitely not an act. Even though it was just a game, Zuo Yu could feel the murderous aura emanating from Fang Zhao's body. Fang Zhao's precise shooting made Zuo Yu hallucinate. Between him and Fang Zhao, who was actually from the special forces?
Just as Zuo Yu started to doubt himself, Fang Zhao suddenly turned toward Zuo Yu, raised his gun, and fired. Zuo Yu sucked in a breath of cold air. He felt all the hairs on his body stand on end and his scalp go numb. That moment of realism made Zuo Yu feel like he had left the game.
Is he crazy enough to kill his own teammate?!
Just as this thought flashed through Zuo Yu's mind, he heard movement behind him.
Only when he turned around did he realize that Fang Zhao's gun had not been aimed at him. Instead, it had been aimed at a small mutated beast the size of half an arm that had snuck in behind him. The bullet had pierced through its head, killing it in one shot.
What shocked Zuo Yu was not just Fang Zhao's accuracy. Fang Zhao had fired without any warning. That strong sense of self-confidence under his calm demeanor wasn't something a rookie who had never held a real gun before could do.
Even though advances in technology allowed games to simulate situations that were close to reality, that kind of mentality and aura could not be simulated in a game.
Shooting range practice?
No, it was definitely more than that.
Rather than saying he was an athlete, Fang Zhao was more like a killer who had experienced countless killings.
For the time being, there were no other dangers, and there were no suspicious movements in the surroundings. The warehouse was quiet again, but the atmosphere was rather strange. Zuo Yu felt like he was in the middle of a cold winter wind.
"You..." Zuo Yu felt his lips tremble. Even his voice was trembling.
For some reason, Zuo Yu had a lot of questions in his mind, but when he met Fang Zhao's gaze, he swallowed them all.
He understood that it was not good to know too much.
Fang Zhao had used the incident with Zu Wen to chase everyone else offline. His intention was not to calm down the few in the department, but to avoid scaring them. But he had only left Zuo Yu here, meaning that he had no intention of hiding anything from him. As a professional bodyguard, keeping his mouth shut was a must, and he had spent the longest time with his boss.
Zuo Yu understood that from today onwards, this boss would not hide anything from him.
"Boss, just now you were really... mighty and domineering." Towards the end, Zuo Yu changed the word "bloody and violent" to something else.
Fang Zhao glanced at him. "Oh, sorry, I got too into character."
"You're too immersed in your role!" Who are you kidding?
Zuo Yu's lips trembled as he stammered, "Boss... I need to pee. Can I go offline and take care of it?"
"Approved." After some thought, Fang Zhao added, "Let them wait for another half an hour after you go offline."
"Yes."
This was the most respectful attitude Zuo Yu had had since becoming a bodyguard.
Silver Wing Tower 50th floor, virtual projects department.
After Zuo Yu went offline, he came out of the gaming capsule. This room also contained the gaming capsules of the other people in the department. This was a room that had been specially arranged for the convenience of playing games. The gaming equipment that everyone had brought to the company were all Fiery Bird 9th Generation Upgrade Edition, including Zuo Yu's. This was what many in the company envied about the virtual projects department. Rich and willful!
Zuo Yu practically ate, drank, and lived in the company, so naturally, he was with the others.
There was no one else in the room. Zuo Yu let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat off his forehead. With a complicated expression, he sighed, shook his head, and walked out of the room.
As it was the weekend, Zu Wen, Rodney, and the others were at the office, freeloading. When Zuo Yu came out, Zu Wen and the others were in the middle of a discussion.
"Eh? Zuo Yu, you hung up too? Where's Boss? "Zu Wen asked.
"Nonsense, I'm still alive. I just needed to pee. Boss... Boss is fine. "Zuo Yu emphasized the last three words.
But the others did not think much of it. Rodney asked curiously, "Why are you sweating so much? Is it hot? "
"None of your business." Zuo Yu did not want to say that he was sweating because of Fang Zhao.
Recalling Fang Zhao's words, Zuo Yu added, "Boss wants you to face the wall and reflect for another half an hour."
Because some people were not at the office, Zuo Yu sent another notice in the group chat, asking them to wait another half an hour before going online.
"Why?! Did you make the boss angry again and implicate us? "Zu Wen asked.
"Go away, do you think we can guess what Boss is thinking? Just follow the rules. If you want to know the reason, ask him yourself when you go online. "
"I'm not stupid." Zu Wen had lost his life because of a small fish when he went online today. He was reflecting on his actions. He had already made Boss angry once, so he was not stupid enough to confront him. "I better gather more useful materials. There are very few people posting guides today. "
Some teams that specialized in posting guides had posted pitifully few things so far. They only reminded everyone to keep their voices down, as the sound would agitate the already sickly beasts even more. Zu Wen had probably been bitten because they had been too talkative in the kitchen. The sickly fish had gone berserk again. As for those who had been bitten offline, some were in the same situation as Zu Wen. Zu Wen had been bitten, others had been bitten by rats, unknown bugs, and so on. If they had not been careful, they would have died the moment they went online.
"If only we had listened to Boss." Zu Wen sighed. "Being sent offline to calm down for an hour is torture."
Zuo Yu's mouth twitched. He wanted to say something, but he did not know what to say. He could not tell them the truth about Fang Zhao sending them offline.
Shaking his head, Zuo Yu went to the pantry and had a glass of water to calm himself down. Then he sat down and reflected.
It was said that the essence of a person's soul could be seen in the virtual world. Could it be that Fang Zhao's true nature was exposed in-game?
Before this, Zuo Yu's impression of Fang Zhao had been that he was a "literary youth," but after this incident, he knew that Fang Zhao was definitely not what he had imagined.
He suddenly recalled the times when he had followed Fang Zhao out to collect materials. Back then, they had been stared at and checked by cemetery guards. Who had those guards been watching?
Was it him, Zuo Yu?
No!
It was Fang Zhao!
At the time, Zuo Yu had thought it was Fang Zhao's neuroticism that had attracted the attention of the guards. Now it seemed that the guards, who were said to be the most sensitive to danger, had been right all along!
Zuo Yu wanted to slap himself when he thought about how he had bragged in front of Fang Zhao.
Stupid as hell!
When Zu Wen entered the pantry to pour some tea, he saw Zuo Yu hugging his head and squatting on the sofa, mumbling, "I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
"Hey, bro! What hit you? "Zu Wen asked.
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