Diversity Domination: Starting from the Resident Evil Lottery

Just as he was about to return home with the Daredevil packed, a male Daredevil emerged from the underground garage, resisting the sunlight and screaming at him.

His face looked distorted and hideous, as if it was going to put Robert to death.

But Robert was not afraid, he calmly looked at the male night demon.

But in the end, the male Daredevil couldn't stand the sunlight and retreated to the garage in agony.

Robert didn't care, he even felt that this kind of night demon who dared to actively expose himself to the sun was no longer social, and that typical human behavior characteristics had long disappeared from them.

He speculated that it was perhaps because their brains had deteriorated, or perhaps because they lacked food and neglected their basic survival instincts.

He breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave this dangerous place.

But he didn't know that his grasp had caused endless troubles.

Robert brought the female Daredevil back to the lab, where he had the first opportunity to take an in-depth look at and study this completely mutated variant of the virus.

Upon closer examination of 03, Robert discovered a butterfly tattoo on her neck.

He didn't pay much attention to it, and guessed that it might have been tattooed by the female Daredevil before she mutated.

It can't be the Daredevils' tattoo for her, right?

He thought to himself, not even believing in the possibility.

"The subjects were women, about 18 to 20 years old, and were given six times the normal dose of morphine to be anesthetic.

The body temperature is 106 degrees Fahrenheit, the pulse is 200 beats per minute, the breath is short, and the oxygen level in the blood is three times that of a normal person.

The pupil is fully dilated and does not respond to light stimuli. "

He muttered to himself in the lab, and took out a UV lamp to irradiate the Daredevil.

"The skin reacts significantly to ultraviolet rays, and these symptoms are enough to confirm that it is infected with KV. Robert muttered to himself.

He then pulled out a vial of the GA vaccine, which was his latest research and development and had already been successful in mice.

He decided to use the vial of the vaccine to experiment on the female Daredevil.

"Vaccine surveillance, GA column, 391 serum, compound No. 6, began human experiments. "

Robert carefully injected the serum into the female Daredevil's body in the sterile room, and then began to carefully observe her reaction.

The data on the vital signs monitor on the side is constantly changing, showing the physical state of the female night demon.

Breathing slowed, pulse and body temperature steadily decreased, and everything seemed to be looking for the better.

Just as Robert was excitedly thinking that the serum was starting to work, a mutation suddenly appeared.

The female Daredevil, who had been sedated, began to struggle violently, letting out a creepy scream.

Her eyes turned blood-red, and black lines and pimples appeared on her skin.

If it weren't for the shackles on all four limbs, she would have attacked Robert.

Vital signs monitors showed a sharp rise in her heart rate, shortness of breath, and an increase in body temperature.

After this reaction lasted for a while, she seemed to have exhausted her physical strength and collapsed again.

Robert looked at everything in front of him, his heart filled with disappointment.

This is his latest research, and how much he hoped that the vaccine would work, but the reality is that hope has been dashed once again.

In desperation, Robert injected the female Daredevil with a cardiotonic agent, and finally saved this hard-won test subject.

Looking at the dying female Daredevil, Robert began to think about what went wrong and why did the vaccine not work on the female Dare?

The question echoed in his mind over and over again.

Dejected, Robert collapsed heavily on the bed after finishing his dinner.

He hopes to escape reality through sleep, but his dreams are just as painful.

He dreamed again of his deceased wife and daughter, whose faces were so clear that they seemed to be right next to him.

When he woke up, the cold bathtub reminded him that it was the end of the world.

The bathtub, the gun, and the dog are the three-piece set for his apocalyptic survival.

He looked at the calendar, and today was September 16th, his third birthday after the outbreak of the apocalypse. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

He turned on his old DVD player and played the news hookup that he had watched countless times.

He never got bored of it, and liked to watch the host talk eloquently, which was one of the few ways he could feel that human civilization still existed

Enjoying the elaborate breakfast, he looked down at the German pastor under the table and asked, "Hey, Sam, isn't it my birthday today, aren't you going to sing a song?"

Demu stared at Robert, then lay quietly at his feet.

As usual in the early morning, Robert is driving a brand-new supercar and patrolling the city with his loyal companion Sam. []

Robert grasped the steering wheel with one hand and gently stroked Sam in the passenger seat with the other, a man and a dog, driving through the familiar streets in the quiet of the morning.

He whispered to his dog, "Listen, if you're going to throw me a birthday party or something, don't hide it from me, okay?"

Because, you know, I don't like surprises.

But I swear, I'll pretend to be surprised, okay?"

If the dog could speak, he would say, "I think you're making things difficult for me." "

But Robert never expected that there would really be a "person" who prepared a birthday gift for him.

It's a pity, it's not a surprise, it's a fright!!

An abrupt figure appeared on his daily path.

It was his "girlfriend" at the video store he frequented, with curly blond hair and a brightly colored shirt.

Rob 240 rubbed his eyes, thinking he was still in a dream.

But the reality is that the mannequin is placed right in the middle of the road.

This mannequin is the "girlfriend" of the video store he frequents, don't get me wrong, it's the kind of chat pick-up.

It's just a one-sided chat with him.

He often goes to that video store to buy discs, and he stays for most of the day, and he can be called an old friend with this dummy model.

For the past three years, the dummy has been staying in the video store, how can he be outside?

Robert's brain raced to try to find a plausible explanation for this seemingly impossible phenomenon.

Excluding the possibility that the dummy is alive, could it be that there are other survivors in Manhattan?

But how did they know about their relationship with this dummy?

Full of doubts, Robert got out of the car, took his dog, and strode towards the dummy.

He first looked around suspiciously, and after making sure that there were no survivors around, he yelled at the dummy in front of him, "Fred, what the hell is going on with you?"

Why are you here, talking, talking!"

But how could the dummy speak.

Three years of accumulated panic and anger erupted like a volcano in an instant, and Robert lost his mind.

PS: The picture below is Robert.