"Traveler, you have arrived in the New world."
"Estimated stay: 50 days."
"Cannot anchor in this world temporarily."
This travel was accompanied by a brief dizziness.
There was motion sickness, seasickness, and airsickness, but this was the first time he had heard of someone getting "Crossing sickness." After a moment, once the dizziness subsided slightly, Emrys slowly opened his eyes.
Sure enough... it was another trashy alley.
"Traveler, I have a question."
Emrys sighed lightly, a bit helpless: "Are these small alleys some kind of spawn point? Why am I always thrown into places like this every time I travel?"
"Traveler, due to the need to circumvent the world's will during crossing, the chosen locations are mostly secluded and No Man's Land. If you are unwilling, next time we can change to other areas, such as: deep sea, No Man's Land, space, etc."
"Enough, enough, absolutely not!"
Emrys quickly stopped it.
If it really threw him into those places, it would be better to be in an alley. Although the environment was a bit poor and he was prone to encountering regularly spawning gangsters, at least there was no threat to his life!
No sooner said than done!
Emrys looked up and saw the regularly spawning NPC, a few drunken men, staggering into the alley. Just as they were about to pull out their guns and release water, they saw him.
He had a delicate appearance, well-defined features.
Brown hair and black eyes, a slender build, a standard caucasian face, yet mixed with a hint of mixed-race charm, especially that aura of natural nobility, which immediately sobered up the group.
"Hehehe..."
The leading man tore his two-finger vest, his massive chest muscles, almost dragging on the ground, twitched a few times, and he walked towards Emrys with a sinister smile: "Kid, you're lucky today. Come here and kneel for me, I'll let you taste..."
But before he could pull out his gun, his head suddenly tightened.
Five fingers, like iron pliers, firmly gripped his head. Their terrifying strength didn't even give him a chance to beg for mercy, and they suddenly exerted force, clenching and closing.
Crack!
Before he could finish speaking, the man's head was crushed.
Immediately after, the remaining shocked mens' pupils suddenly contracted. They noticed that behind the young man, there was a strong man, about 2.5 meters tall, with muscle dimensions almost comparable to an American bison, like an iron tower!
"Excuse me, I didn't hear you clearly just now, what did you say?" Emrys coldly glanced at the remaining men, who were almost wetting their pants.
A crimson flash suddenly appeared deep in his eyes!
The men, already terrified and on the verge of collapse, after seeing the crimson in the young man's eyes, instantly felt as if they saw endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and an overwhelming scent of blood and slaughter, through those chilling, murderous eyes!
"Ugh—!"
It was too terrifying, this person was a devil!
The men's faces twisted, their sanity eroded by fear, and they shrieked in terror, scrambling on all fours, fleeing in disarray, disappearing in a blink of an eye.
"..."
Emrys was slightly speechless. He turned to look at the silent android: "Uther, am I that scary?"
The 'Hercules' type android, specially developed by Peter, was named Uther by him due to its exaggerated muscle dimensions. Don't ask... just know that it left too deep an impression in Terminator!
"No, I think you are very kind, sir."
Uther's voice was deep, with a muffled quality.
"I knew it, I'm not that scary." Getting a satisfactory answer, Emrys' face broke into a smile. Uther was indeed thoughtful.
He glanced again at Uther's right hand, covered in viscous matter, frowned slightly, fanned his nostrils, and showed a hint of disgust: "Don't use your hand next time, it's too violent. Find a place to wash it later."
"Yes, sir."
Uther's words were concise, and he nodded dully.
As soon as he came from this 'spawn point' to the street, he saw several fire trucks whizzing past him.
At the corner ahead, tires rubbed violently against the asphalt, making a piercing sound. Before Emrys could understand the situation, he saw several police cars, with piercing sirens and flashing lights, and ambulances speeding past on the street, raising a strong wind.
"God Damn, no wonder it's the U.S., even the police are drag racing?"
Emrys sighed with emotion for a moment, then looked up and saw a building not far away, engulfed in flames.
Fierce fire shot into the sky, illuminating the night sky crimson, and rolling thick smoke gathered, like a grim-faced flame daemon.
"...What kind of world is this?" Even after several travels, Emrys was still shocked by the scene before him. Although the previous times were chaotic, they were at least somewhat orderly.
But this world he had traveled to seemed to have no order at all.
"Let's go, let's go take a look."
Emrys speculated in his heart that according to the principles of previous Crossing, he would generally be placed near a plot node.
If all went as expected, this time would still follow this principle, so the source of the huge disturbance would likely be related to the 'plot' node of this world.
Uther silently followed behind Emrys, and the two walked on foot towards the location where the fire was raging in the distance.
Along the street, many panicked and frightened people could be seen fleeing from there. Uther, who was 2.5 meters tall, actively cleared the way for Emrys. His height, almost half a head taller than ordinary people, made him stand out like a crane among a flock of chickens in the fleeing crowd.
Soon, Emrys arrived at the 'disturbance' area, but the level of chaos was indeed a bit astonishing.
Many masked black people, taking advantage of the spreading fire and the chaotic order, swarmed into surrounding shops and streets like locusts, smashing and looting frantically.
On the other side, the source area of the disturbance, many special police officers had gathered, trying to control the chaos.
The cause of the chaos was not a natural disaster, but a man-made one!
Hundreds of people seemed to have completely fallen into a frenzy, throwing homemade simple Molotov cocktails within their reach.
The police and firefighters were trying to stop them, but unfortunately, with little effect.
Why, you ask?
It's simple, this is America, a free country where you can carry guns!
Thus, the rioters causing the disturbance, using cover on the street, staged this classic gunfight with the police.
To be honest, movies were too conservative after all.
Arsonist rioters and police shot at each other with guns on a crowded street, and from time to time, a few unlucky people were hit by stray bullets, falling to the ground and wailing in agony.
It was no exaggeration to say that the combat effectiveness of this group of police was even lower than that of the lower-tier gangs.
If it were gangs, they would probably have been flattened long ago.
"Awesome."
After holding it in for a long time, Emrys could only think of this word.
But the problem was that he had thought he could find clues, but in the end, besides watching the police get abused, he had absolutely no idea!
Just then.
A slender female anchor, holding a microphone, burst in.
The photographer skillfully set up his long and short lenses, immediately adjusted for live broadcast, and focused on the sexy female anchor.
"It still has to be the photographer. He'd rather risk his life than miss out on first-hand news." Emrys was treated as an ordinary citizen and driven towards the periphery. He stopped Uther, who was about to act, intending to watch this female anchor, perhaps he could hear some useful clues from her.
"Breaking news report, I am your reporter, Helen Schlafer."
The sexy female anchor held the microphone and reported the situation on the scene in an orderly manner: "Due to the spread rate of this special disease, which has surpassed any previous disease, angry citizens are setting fires all over the city. A terrifying riot has swept through the entire city, and the government has currently declared a city-wide state of emergency!"
"According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the southern region of the U.S. Midwest has currently been quarantined."
"The officials have not yet explained the source and prevention measures of the disease. The city government calls on citizens to stay at home as much as possible and not to go out. The government will resolve this riot attack and disease transmission incident as soon as possible. Please citizens, trust the government!"
Hearing this, Emrys shook his head, completely without any valuable clues.
"Forget it, let's go somewhere else."
Thinking of this, Emrys was unwilling to continue wasting time.
His estimated stay this time would not exceed half a month. After all, if he disappeared for too long, not only would Elsa be anxious, but the old man would also be driven crazy.
However, just as he called Uther and was about to leave, he heard the female anchor behind him speak again:
"This is breaking news, I am Helen Schlafer."
"Next, I will closely track and report to you the detailed content of the Raccoon City arson riot and disease transmission!"
Hold up.
Wait, Raccoon City?!
Emrys, catching the keyword, suddenly turned back, a look of shock in his eyes.
Raccoon City, although not a household name, was definitely well-known. He immediately identified the world.
"Resident Evil?!"
Raccoon City's name was so famous that Emrys immediately guessed the plot of this Crossing world.
But, there was still a problem, which was that Resident Evil had movies and games, and it was unclear which category this world belonged to.
No matter which category, it perfectly suited his intentions.
If the T-virus, G-virus, and 'black water', or 'alien embryos' were fused, what interesting products would be born?