Half past nine at night.

Suddenly it started to rain lightly outside.

Soon, the whole of Tokyo was shrouded in rain. Orihara Kaede sat by the window of an office building, her dim eyes looking through the glass curtain wall. The falling drizzle added a layer of filters to this city that never sleeps, making people feel

The night scene I saw was hazy, like a dream.

And close by...

But it was still dark, like the underworld manifesting itself, with hundreds of ghosts walking around at night.

From time to time, you can still hear the miserable howls of some survivors.

The poisonous fog on the ground has gradually dissipated over time, and with the addition of a light rain, there is not much left, but the number of infected people left behind is still huge.

Just relying on the current manpower and resources, it may take a week to clean up.

If the communication network is restored and relevant departments send out a large number of armed drones, robots, smart tanks, etc., the cleanup may be completed within three days.

However, the efficiency of those who are specifically responsible for communication recovery is indeed appallingly slow.

Because Orihara Kaede had rested for more than an hour, when he opened his eyes again, he still did not wait for the communication to be restored, but instead waited for several infected people to arrive.

Hearing the roar approaching, he was still looking out the window, holding Glock's hand and raising it.

"Bang bang bang..."

After the gunshots suppressed by the silencer, the corpses of three infected people fell to the ground one after another. The smelly black blood spread on the white porcelain plates, making the air in the room smell a little unpleasant.

His pistol skills have reached Level 3, and he has a first glimpse of the threshold for hitting wherever he wants.

You can aim and shoot through the reflection on the glass.

In fact, this state is a kind of shooting instinct developed through training. It requires long-term training, and then you can instinctively raise your hand to shoot, skipping the aiming step, and the fired bullet can accurately hit the enemy's head.

As for gun fighting skills...

He didn't know if it would be possible to achieve it if his firearms skills were improved a few more levels, but it would still be difficult to achieve with a powerful body alone, but technological firearms could definitely do it.

"……not much time."

Through the glass curtain wall, Orihara Kaede saw many armed helicopters appearing on the horizon. Apparently the army planned to clean up all night and rescue the survivors trapped on the floor.

This seems to imply something...

Time is running out to evacuate.

However, even after resting for an hour, Mon5 was still receiving nourishment like a trickle, and the physical weakness still did not improve much. It was still very difficult to move, and even ordinary people could not do it while jogging.

Moreover, there are many dangers outside. It's okay to just have a few infected people here and there. They can be dealt with with pistols and Mon5's tentacles can block them, but it is dangerous when encountering a zombie wave.

The situation suddenly entered a difficult situation.

Even so, Orihara Kaede still planned to leave. He looked at the black blood on the ground, took out a blood test tube from his carrying bag, and quickly got the sample.

This is old man Matsumoto's order.

It seems that he has a wide range of information channels, and he actually knows the recent movements of the crazy elephant.

"Actually, we can wait a little longer. Maybe the communication will be restored soon?" Mon5 said.

"Have you ever thought that communication has been restored a long time ago..."

Orihara Kaede lowered her voice, supported the wall, and walked out of the office area of ​​the office building step by step.

"hiss……!"

Mon5 was greatly surprised when he heard this guess.

It didn't even occur to him for a moment.

Even if communications are restored, they are not restoring civilian communications. If they are restored, Tokyo's network will definitely be overwhelmed by the survivors' comments in an instant, and even cause unnecessary chaos.

Therefore, generally speaking, rulers will suppress things first.

Looking at it this way, time is really running out.

It will be cool to be caught by drones like swarms of wasps later.

Orihara Kaede planned to jump directly through the elevator shaft and use Mon5's tentacles to control the speed. It was still somewhat useful at critical moments.

Because Mon5's tentacles are not in the system of the nine-tailed fox's genetic sequence, his physical weakness did not have much impact on him, and the tentacles can still be used.

"...I'll wipe it."

Just as he was prying open the door, Mon5 screamed inexplicably, and then there was no movement.

Orihara Kaede ignored it and just pried open the elevator door when half of her body suddenly leaned out of the safety staircase. The man said a little embarrassedly: "Um... do you need help?"

"Actually..."

"I knew this leak-picking king would definitely come out."

Mon5 let out a hey, but the meaning was unclear.

The image of this woman is different from what Orihara Kaede has seen in the past.

She wore a tight-fitting black gelcoat that covered her neck. It had many technological nodes and emitted a faint blue light. This outfit also perfectly highlighted the unique and graceful figure of a woman.

This is a special soft armor set, which is quite special.

The price is about the same as the silver electric spear.

Relatively cool, this person wore an ordinary city hunter visor on his face.

Orihara Kaede didn't know why this woman, whom he had only had contact with a few times, always had an ordinary face mask. Maybe it had some special meaning.

Yes.

This person is none other than Akabane who helped him in the underground arena last time.

"..."

Seeing her emerge, Orihara Kaede looked as calm as ever, with no surprise or surprise. He just looked at her with complicated eyes for a while and nodded.

The current situation really cannot tolerate rejection.

"You probably want to go out too, right?" Akabane asked.

"yes."

Orihara Kaede responded coldly.

"Then come up. There will be a lot of drones later. I'll carry you. It's not the first time anyway." Akabane smiled.

"..."

Soon, he lay on Akabane's petite but soft and strong back. With him being carried like this, he jumped into the empty elevator shaft and finally landed safely on the first floor. He walked like the wind through the streets, escaping from everyone.

The sight of the infected person chasing after him.

His movements are not as agile as a level 2 evolver.

Time was tight, so the two didn't talk much.

Mon5, on the other hand, was quite enthusiastic and chattered out a lot of words.

"Actually, I just made a guess and thought she would come out. I didn't expect that she actually came out."

"Last time I carried you to the clinic in the sewers, last time I gave you key props in the arena, and this time I helped you when you were seriously disabled. It's definitely not a coincidence."

"Either fate is destined, or she has been following you."

It also doesn't understand why this guy's love fortune is so strong and unstoppable.

Everyone loves a cold and paralyzed person?

"..."

Orihara Kaede was too lazy to answer.

Within a few minutes, Akabane took him into an older building, passed through a hidden passage in the basement, and came to an abandoned subway tunnel.

Looking at the dark tunnel, one can't help but think of a game... Metro Exodus.

It seems that she wanted to use the subway tunnel to leave the epidemic area.

It is worth mentioning that since the technological changes after the disaster, the subways have been abandoned and turned into more efficient maglev rail cars. Orihara Kaede originally thought that these subway lines had been filled.

Or maybe it collapsed due to an earthquake, but judging from the current situation, it didn't.

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