Fatal Shot

Chapter 137: T-Virus, 99% Mortality Rate

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Bang!

−399

At the three-story granite Guard Bureau on the side of the hospital, Feng Luo crouched in an area that was slightly higher than where the Fatty was. His hands were still feeling the residual heat from the M110 after firing. action

After killing the blonde beauty zombie, he was going to change his position before he continued shooting. But he kept shooting after he noticed that the noise made by the Fatty had drawn in several other zombies on the third floor of the hospital. But this also saved him the trouble of changing his spot.

His new shot was not so accurate due to his angle, so the bullet was slightly deviated and hit the face of the zombie that was closest to the Fatty. The shot ripped off half of the face of a zombie, which was also in a bloodstained nurse uniform. But the damage he dealt did not even reach 400!

Feng Luo realized that zombies infected by this T-virus might have lower mobility but higher HP higher and faster regen. And hitting the normal body parts of the zombie caused low damage; around ten shots at the normal areas were needed to kill one.

Only hitting them in specific critical targets such as their heads and spines, wrecking their nervous systems, would immobilize them.

Bang!

−5072

Another shot hit her head, and a flash of red damage status flashed by. The additional weak-point damage depleted her entire HP bar.

Zombie (Level 40, Normal) assassinated. 200 XP gained.

As the experience point flashed by in his scope, he spotted the dim reflection of a shiny blood tonic dropped by the female nurse.

Although the zombies gave high XP, the drops were very common—such as bullets, stamina potions, blood tonics, and MP potions, etc. At the moment, Feng Luo had not even seen any equipment drops. Obviously, this kind of zombie was the most suitable to farm for ranged players.

Their low mobility made it difficult for them to threaten ranged characters. As long as the bullets hit the zombie’s weak spots, players could farm tons of experience.

But of course, the risk was not small. Firstly, the location of these regular zombies was not directly shown on the radar. They would only be revealed after the players used Detection for a brief period of time.

The second biggest threat was that, once bitten or even scratched by the bleeding nails of a zombie, players would be immediately infected by the T-virus. After a certain period, the body would transform into a zombie, and players would experience instant death and drop a level.

Of course, this kind of death was not absolute. Using an anti-virus serum could prevent it, and even without using it, the mortality rate was not 100 percent, either. The system logs hinted that after a player was infected by the T-virus, they would have a 99 percent chance of turning into the zombie, and the remaining 0.9 percent chance would trigger a viral resistance. In that case, the physical attributes of the player would improve instead. The last 0.1 percent chance would cause a random mutation, similar to the guard member who had mutated into a Tyrant.

The 99 percent mortality rate made Brother Ling and the other players realize how dreadful this T-virus was, and also the meaning of the words “Resident Evil.”

Currently, there were only 13 people left in the Lu Conglomerate. The Scout named Gunfire had been pounded and bitten by an infected tourist NPC who had not had any noticeable signs of being a zombie.

The T-virus had broken out in only half an hour after he was bitten. He had transformed into an Elite monster of his level. The skin of his whole body had shed entirely, and only his bloodied muscles and a very long tongue remained. He had become a Licker! Then Feng Luo and Sister Rui, who had been preparing earlier, had shot several dozen rounds directly into its brain without hesitation.

That’s right—there was some anti-virus serum in Feng Luo’s backpack, but sadly, he would not use it on this “spy.” In fact, he hadn’t mentioned the anti-virus serum to anyone other than Sister Rui and Mu Zi.

The anti-virus serum given to him by Lin was undoubtedly useful. Although its effect was still uncertain, it was likely able to save a whole level of experience of a player infected by the T-virus. But there were only five tubes of anti-virus serums. Feng Luo had to keep three tubes for himself, Sister Rui, and Mu Zi, so there were only two tubes left to be given out.

However, for now, Feng Luo did not plan to give out the two tubes to other players directly. Instead, he planned to use them on the Fatty named Locke and Captain Harley. These two people were most likely the key to completing the city-building mission. After all, to the squad members, the story mission of “Resident Evil Omen” was not as important as rebuilding the city, which was their main priority.

Another thing worth mentioning was that another one bitten was a Level-46 Light Armor Warrior. While attacking the zombies with his alloy sword, he had been surrounded by a group of zombies that had suddenly dropped from the top of the building. Then he was bitten to death—eaten alive. Feng Luo imagined that this experience might be enough to give him post-traumatic stress disorder.

Less than a minute after the player died, the player mutated into an Elite zombie of the same level with an extraordinary body size and powerful strength that allowed him to throw people around. This proved that if a player died from the T-virus infection, he would immediately turn into an Elite monster of the same level.

Feng Luo could already picture the situation if the T-virus got spread to a city that was crowded with players. That would mean that a massive concentration of Elite monsters would appear, which would be scarier than the Resident Evil movie, for sure.

Fortunately, at least in Roguetown, the others were NPC residents or tourists other than them, so the number of Elite monsters that appeared there was low. This was because, except for the initial Tyrant, the rest of the NPCs would turn into a Normal Zombie after their death.

Oh, that is not right!

Feng Luo was reminded that they were not the only players in Roguetown. It had been mentioned on the system that there would be “enemy players.”

From the word “enemy,” he could guess that these people must be from the Umbrella Company. The only thing he could not understand was, when would these players appear? Or how and in what way would they come out?

Bang!

Feng Luo was a little distracted. However, the M110 in his hand did not stop even once. He was continuously aiming and shooting those zombies which were wandering on the second floor of the hospital opposite him.

After he cleared all the zombies near to the staircase, all five players appeared quickly from the staircase and appeared below. Brother Ling, who led the team, gave him a thumbs-up. Then the five of them started a quick search on the people wearing protective gear and places where the medicines were kept. Although Feng Luo did not want to disclose to anyone the existence of the anti-virus serum he had, he still directed the other players.

Previously, when Brother Ling and his team were sent to scout the situation in the hospital, they had found some people who were wearing the protective gear that they suspected belonged to the Umbrella Company. They were giving out sedative injections to the infected players who were bitten, and they fell into a deep sleep after the injection.

Feng Luo immediately thought, Since there are sedatives on these people, could they have the anti-T-virus medicine, too?

Thus, after Brother Ling and others learned about the 99 percent mortality rate of the T-virus, they decided to take the risk of entering a hospital crawling with at least 100 to 200 zombies.

The rest of the ranged players, on the other hand, stayed in the Guard Bureau as backup—especially Feng Luo, the sniper who had never missed a single shot. After helping Brother Ling and his fellows to clear the last zombie that appeared in his vision, Feng Luo checked on his level displayed on the system panel.

“Level 41, 98 percent!”

He was just one step away from reaching Level 42, at which point he could swap in the Perfect Eye of the Thunder Magazine. However, the zombies in his sights that could provide experience were still so numerous.

Feng Luo looked down, observing the zombies that were wandering on the street outside the Guard Bureau. Generally, they moved slowly toward them. From time to time, they were knocked down by the gunshots from the Guard Bureau. They would stand up immediately after being knocked down or continue dragging their broken bodies, crawling toward them.

It was 6:00 p.m. More than 85 percent of the people in Roguetown had turned into zombies, and the zombies occupied 90 percent of the area. Most of the survivors were gathered inside the Guard Bureau because it was the only place in the entire town with protective gear.

In the meantime, the “Resident Evil Omen” mission required Feng Luo and the others to stay in Roguetown for 20 hours, and it was only halfway over.

However, he already had some ideas about investigating the Umbrella Company’s city-building mission.