Tokisaki Kumazo’s Plane Journey

The rhythm of his heartbeat slowed by a beat, and Steve's eyes widened under his hood, and his throat was itchy.

After swallowing, the red and white circular umbrella surface, how could he not be familiar with this logo?

The body was trembling, the hair on the back exploded, and the pupils shrank to the extreme!

As if enduring the great torture, he whispered in his mouth, "Protect the umbrella?!"

A breeze blew, and Steve shivered, and pulled his hand against the upper hood, covering his face tightly.

The footsteps are flustered, Umbrella behind is like a man-chewing beast! I can't help but run away!

Back home, Steve leaned against the door, slowly sliding down to the ground, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

With a slight habit of cleanliness, he would actually make this kind of action, which shows that his emotions are not stable.

He stretched out his hand and wiped his forehead with sweat. It was obvious that his physique was so strong that he was far superior to ordinary people, but his mood fluctuated sharply.

He got up, pulled his hood down, poured a glass of water from the "kitchen", and drank it like a fish that was about to die of thirst.

After taking a few breaths, Steve sat down on the damaged bed slightly decadently.

Although there is a pair of pants, the skin can still clearly feel the roughness of inferior wooden boards.

Nervously stretched out his hands, the lines greeted his eyes, Steve didn't want to think about family, chasing and killing anymore.

Because it is useless at all! Because the umbrella is in this world!

I used to watch movies on the earth and found it very interesting, but Steve is very self-aware if he really wants him to survive in that environment.

A week? Or half a month? In the end, it was all dead, being eaten by zombies, becoming one of them, or dying in the hands of powerful lickers, tyrants and other monsters.

Steve shook his head, trying to clean up these negative emotions.

He can no longer treat things negatively, that way he will die faster in the last days.

Now he needs news, needs news from this world.

But what is ridiculous is that he hasn't even figured out the time now when he went out for two hours.

How many years and months and days?

Steve scratched his head fiercely again, and there was nothing else but a few broken strands of hair.

Although he had watched a movie before crossing, who would write down the time and date in the movie? Really, it is history that happened. Do you need to focus on the exam?

As for what his name was before the crossing, it doesn't matter anymore.

This is New York. Raccoon City should be the first to contract the virus, but he doesn't even know where Raccoon City is.

What should he do? Go with the flow?

Go to hell!

This is New York. Umbrella is a giant-level company. It is normal to have a branch here, and he will definitely not misread that sign.

But what should he do?

Drink the warm water in the glass again, and Steve is very distressed now.

"What kind of golden fingers are there for others to cross over, it's mixed with the wind, the tiger's body is shaken, the younger brothers are in groups, the beautiful women are stuck upside down, and so on. What am I? My golden fingers?"

"System? Don't you?"

"System? System father? System master? System grandfather?"

"Ahhh, **** it!"

Steve opened his eyes, and because of his anger, he slammed his right hand against the surface of the bed very naturally.

"Crack!~"

Turning his head slightly, he saw that his right hand made a hole in the bed at random, and the sharp wooden thorns did not cause any damage to the skin at all.

"This is my golden finger? Isn't it too low?"

Steve stood up and went to the "kitchen" to find a fruit knife. He only had this knife in his "home".

"Hey!"

He raised his brows and watched the blood drip from the wound. "mmp, what about the invincible physical fitness?"

Throwing the knife aside, Steve could clearly feel that the wound was not so painful, and the muscles on both sides were a little itchy.

It didn't take long for the itching sensation to disappear, and there was nothing on his hands except a blood stain.

Dry it with a towel. Only a small white mark is left on the skin. If you don't look carefully, you can't see clearly.

"This" Steve raised his brows, "It's really not a big problem to make wounds and bleed at will in the last days?"

"Gurulu~"

There was a noise from his stomach, and Steve was rather helpless, took the last snack from his backpack, sat on the bed and ate it.

When I was eating, I compared the "wound" from time to time, and finally found that the white mark disappeared.

"I haven't been infected with the virus, am I?" Steve felt that this matter was very reliable when he started thinking about it.

"I tm!" How did that stuff come from?

Memories are still fragmented. I tried to endure the pain and recalled. Various people in isolation suits walked around, including a few white coats.

And the sound of the helicopter, Steve can only recall these.

Sitting on the bed in a trance, for a long time without words, even the stomach is not so hungry

Take a deep breath, eat the food quickly, and put on your clothes again.

He wants to go out again, it’s best to get some news, or else in a metropolis like New York

If the virus strikes, even with his physical fitness, the chance of escape is close to zero!

The hood was put on again, there was a moment of silence, and Steve put the black card in his trouser pocket.

When I just wanted to go out

"Boom boom!"

knocking. And it's his home!

Steve held his breath, the doorbell had already broken, and the people outside seemed extra patient.

"Bang Bang Bang! ~ Is there anyone, please?"

"Boom! Bang!~"

Steve minimized his breathing and pressed his ear to the door of the room.

"Do you want to go in?"

"Break the door?" the younger man's voice asked rhetorically.

"Of course, there is no other way. I just saw a suspected back."

The voice was silent for a moment, "Wait for a while."

"Bang bang bang! ~ Is anyone home?"

Steve looked around the room, it was good, there was no place to hide.

At a distance of more than ten meters outside ~www.readwn.com~ he is not sure at all.

Pretending to be awake, lowered his own voice, "Who? Don't let people sleep in broad daylight?!"

After a short pause outside the door, the young man's voice came, "Sir, we are the staff of Comme Hydropower Company, come to check the water meter regularly."

Steve narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart. This thing was played on the forum as early as his last life. Unexpectedly, the umbrella is still popular.

Pretending to be impatient, "The water meter is outside, I'm going to sleep!"

No sound from outside the door, Steve just breathed a sigh of relief

"Boom boom!"

"Sir, open the door, the community will send warmth~"

Steve felt his little heart twitching.

Mmp's, thought he couldn't make out if he changed someone? Can such a person enter the umbrella? The requirements of this giant-level company are too low, right? !