The electric current paralyzed the zombie dog's body, and then Bai Ye kicked it away.
Bai Ye quickly got up from the ground, the old magazine in his pistol dropped, and Bai Ye immediately took out a new one and loaded it. The moment the zombie dog got up from the ground…
Bang!
Bai Ye walked forward, raising his hand to fire at the zombie dog beside him, blowing its head off with a single shot.
"Ning Shuang!" Bai Ye immediately moved forward, hooked his finger, and said, "Control Sword!"
The suspended Ning Shuang sword turned into a silver light and shot forward, drawing a trace of blood before swiftly piercing the heads of two zombies.
Bai Ye loved this sword now. It was also a reward for the first kill in different worlds. Thinking of the damned Sunflower Manual fragment, which only wanted to trick him into self-castration, and then looking at the Ning Shuang sword in front of him, it was truly powerful.
At the same time…
Bai Ye reloaded his magazine without any delay, raised his pistol, and fired rapidly, continuously headshotting the approaching zombies.
He moved forward, passing through the office area, and Bai Ye quickly reached the door. He glanced back at the zombies still gathering, and Bai Ye quickly opened a metal plate by the door, which revealed a password lock for the area door.
Bai Ye directly raised his hand and fired two shots, making the password lock smoke. Then, a mechanical whirring sound came from above, and a metal door slowly descended.
Seeing the remaining zombies isolated outside, Bai Ye couldn't help but sigh in relief, then turned and walked forward.
After passing the office area, it was the virus storage area.
A large octagonal hall with scattered papers on the ground, various unknown instruments around, and cables trailing from a corner, still sparking. Along the edges of the octagonal hall were large glass walls, through which different viruses stored behind them could be seen.
These viruses were produced by Umbrella Corporation through analysis of the components of the original virus, or synthesized by extracting components from the original virus.
Bai Ye walked slowly through the octagonal hall as if on a tour, looking at the viruses behind the surrounding glass walls. After circling around, he arrived in front of the glass wall at the very front.
This glass wall was different from the others. The large space could hold hundreds of vials of viruses, but behind the glass wall, there was only one vial!
Within the vial, a transparent, viscous liquid flowed, containing extremely small black particles, giving one a feeling of trypophobia.
This was the Origin Virus!
Bai Ye approached the glass wall and looked at the instrument on the side. Just as he was about to act, at that very moment…
A gust of wind seemed to sweep through the surroundings.
The next instant, the papers on the ground suddenly flew up, quickly sticking to Bai Ye's hands and then tightening.
Soon, Bai Ye felt a slight pain as his five fingers were forcibly pressed together.
"I advise you, don't move!" A voice came from behind Bai Ye. "Those papers are enough to crush your finger bones easily."
Bai Ye turned his head and saw the grille of a ventilation duct on the side wall fall. Then, a man with red hair crawled out from the ventilation duct.
Bai Ye looked at him, then at the papers binding his hands, and said, "Manipulating paper, are you from the world of supernatural abilities?"
"Correct answer, you can call me Lu Zuo, or you can call me Paper God." Lu Zuo said, extending a finger and waving it to the side. "Can you move aside?"
Bai Ye stood still, showing no intention of leaving. He looked at Lu Zuo and said, "There's only one Origin Virus. If I move aside, it will be yours."
Lu Zuo played with his bangs. "You don't seem to understand the current situation. It's me who calls the shots now."
The moment Lu Zuo finished speaking, the papers wrapped around Bai Ye's palms tightened again. Intense pain surged, and Bai Ye's face contorted in agony. In that instant, Bai Ye felt as if all his fingers were twisted, and he could vaguely hear the "crackling" sound of bones.
But in that very instant…
The Ning Shuang sword, floating beside Bai Ye, suddenly turned into a silver sword light and lunged towards Lu Zuo.
"Paper Wall!"
Lu Zuo roared, and the scattered papers around him flew up wildly, rapidly stacking together to block him.
With a tearing sound, the Ning Shuang sword pierced into the paper wall, but it couldn't completely penetrate it.
Lu Zuo casually picked up a piece of paper and tore it. "Paper is fragile, but if there's enough of it, and it's thick enough, it can be even stronger than a wall. So, your sword is useless against me…"
Lu Zuo paused midway, as if remembering something, and pointed to Bai Ye's waist.
"Your hands are bound, so you can't draw your gun and shoot," Lu Zuo said with a smug smile. "What other tricks do you have? Oh, right, you can also generate electricity. Perhaps you're also from the world of supernatural abilities? What a pity…"
Lu Zuo lifted his foot and swayed it towards Bai Ye.
Lu Zuo's feet and calves were wrapped in several thick layers of white paper, looking like a pair of boots.
"A4 paper is not conductive," Lu Zuo said, smiling at Bai Ye. "I made thorough preparations before appearing before you."
Bai Ye's expression was calm. He wasn't surprised by Lu Zuo's extensive preparations; he had already known that someone had reached the experimental area before him.
The zombie dogs couldn't jump to the height of the ventilation ducts. If someone hadn't tampered with it, it was impossible for them to be inside the ventilation ducts.
And the papers around them, although there were many paper documents piled up in the office area behind the door, this was a virus storage room, and documents wouldn't be kept here. Even if some paper floated in from the outside office area, the quantity shouldn't be this much. Clearly, Lu Zuo had scattered these papers here in advance to use his abilities.
A moment later, Bai Ye sighed and said faintly, "Are you happy?"
Lu Zuo smiled. "Of course!"
Bai Ye said, "You're happy too soon."
"Why?" Lu Zuo asked. "In this situation, do you still have a way to turn the tables?"
Bai Ye said, "A4 paper is indeed not conductive, but what about wet A4 paper?"
Lu Zuo froze for a moment, then thought of something. His eyes widened like copper bells as he looked at the ground.
A large half of the papers scattered around had been soaked in liquid, and it was even clearly visible that the liquid was spreading, drenching more papers.