Resident Evil World?
Task 1: Kill at least 1,000,000 zombies. The more you kill, the richer the reward.
Task 2: Kill at least one Umbrella Corporation executive. The more you kill, the richer the reward.
Task 3: Clear at least one city of zombies. Success is defined as fewer than 1 zombie per square kilometer. The more cities cleared, the richer the reward.
Task 4: Inject the t-virus and last at least 1 hour without injecting the antidote. The longer you last, the richer the reward.
Task 5: Engage with at least one mutated infected. The more encounters, the richer the reward.
Task 6: Returning to the original World requires 100 spatial-temporal points. Stay in this World for 10 years. For every year beyond 10 years, the spatial-temporal points required to return increase by 10%.
Just then, several Police cars suddenly appeared, surrounding Rosen.
"Don't move, get on the ground immediately." Over a dozen guns pointed at Rosen.
Rosen's eyes flickered. Had he done something? He was just standing there, doing nothing. Why were these Police targeting him?
Rosen thought for a moment and gave up resisting.
He obediently put his hands on his head and stood still.
Soon, Rosen was handcuffed and taken to the Police station.
Currently, Rosen was sitting in an interrogation room, facing a middle-aged White Police officer.
"Now tell me, who are you? Are you an Eastern spy? Or an illegal immigrant?"
Rosen faced the middle-aged Police officer's aggressive demeanor with a normal expression, looking up at him: "I didn't do anything. How did you find me?"
"Park surveillance. Your facial scan doesn't match any database." The middle-aged Police officer said: "There's only one reason for a mismatch: you're an Easterner."
"I need legal assistance." Rosen said with a smile: "I won't say anything until I see a lawyer."
"Then just wait."
The U.S. judicial system does offer free legal assistance. No matter the crime, if you apply, you will certainly receive legal aid, but you have to wait in line.
It could be a month, or it could be a year.
After all, lawyers in the U.S. are limited, but criminals are not.
Rosen was put in a detention cell, where he met three cellmates.
"Hehehe... A little monkey has arrived."
"I haven't touched a woman in a long time, so he'll have to do in a pinch."
Rosen raised his hand, then clenched his fist and punched the wall.
Bang—
The concrete wall caved in, leaving a clear fist print.
"What's your name?" Rosen asked.
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