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Loyal Shield of Crimson Streets When the cold rain mixed with the smell of rust hit my face, I had not yet recovered from the dizziness of crossing. There was sticky dark red water underfoot, the sirens of abandoned cars on the street were hoarse, and roars came from the distance one after another - they were not human voices, but more like the death cry of some kind of beast after its throat was torn out. As far as the eye can see, there are dozens of twisted figures staggering on the dilapidated streets, with rotten skin hanging on the bones, and only bloodthirsty madness in the cloudy eyes. Raccoon City. This city of death, which only exists in the game, is wrapping me up in the most ferocious manner at this moment. A zombie smelled the breath of a living person, and made a strange "ho ho" sound in its throat. It staggered towards me, and its rotten palms almost touched my collar. I was so scared that my whole body was frozen, and even my screams were stuck in my throat. At this moment, a golden lightning suddenly cut through the rain curtain. "Bang!"