On the outskirts of Raccoon City, the Umbrella Company's temporary base is located outside the quarantine zone.
Kane, the company director in charge of this operation, is monitoring the situation in the entire city in front of his computer.
"Sir, the T-virus infection has reached a critical level!"
When Kane heard this, the joy in his eyes could not be suppressed, and he ordered: "Very good, this is the best opportunity. Now start the Nemesis Project. Be sure to record all the data and make sure there is no omission."
"clear!"
On the computer, a series of cold numbers flashed across the screen, and the tyrant-type biological weapon named 'The Chaser' by Umbrella Company was officially launched.
…
church!
Jill and Peyton were short of weapons and ammunition. Although Alice had plenty of them, Raccoon City was full of zombies at this time. It was impossible for her to protect everyone by herself. After some discussion, she decided to go shopping at the weapons store on the next street first.
In the cemetery behind the church, Alice walked at the front to explore the way, while Jill refused to admit defeat and followed, while Russell helped Peyton and walked at the end.
Terry, a female reporter who had never been very popular, could not bear the tit-for-tat aura of the two strong women and silently retreated to Russell's side.
This woman is a bit realistic. She thinks that the wounded soldier Payton is holding him back, and she also looks down on the "weak chicken" Father Russell. She walks alone and has no intention of helping.
The most important thing in being a human being is self-awareness. Russell considered himself to be of low ability and unable to survive in the apocalypse. He could only survive by hugging Alice or Jill's big white legs tightly.
Terry insists that everyone is equal. Even if they are unequal, the person with greater ability has greater responsibility.
Therefore, she is unwilling to bow to anyone, maintains her identity as a weak person, and is unwilling to lend a helping hand to anyone. She lives a life of natural freedom.
Seeing the American imperialists holding high the banner of freedom and equality, Russell nodded secretly and decided to support Terry and let her remain free.
"Brother, who do you think is more powerful among the two in front?" Payton asked in a low voice.
No need to ask, it must be Alice!
Russell was about to answer when he suddenly saw Payton's not-so-pure eyes. He understood instantly, raised his eyebrows and said: "Payton, do you want to ask about leg length or breast size, which one should you choose?"
"Hehe, I didn't say that!"
"Stop doing this, you can't fool me."
After despising Payton, Russell made a reasonable analysis: "Looking at appearance, both of them have their own strengths, but I like black hair, and I give it to Jill from the front; from the back, Alice is all legs from the neck down, and this point only
I can give it to Alice; from the side, with Alice blocking it, I can see Jill, so I still have to give it to Jill; for the point of dressing style, not giving it to Jill would be a shame for her welfare..."
"So three to one, your final decision is to choose Jill?"
Russell shook his head: "No, I want them all!"
"Hey hey hey..." x2
Ahead, one of the targets of ridicule, Jill, rolled her eyes speechlessly. Female men were used to this, and Russell rated her higher than Alice, so it was even more impossible for him to be angry.
"Alice, why do you know so much about Umbrella Company?"
"I used to work for the Umbrella Company, and I know a lot about their biological and chemical weapons..." Alice paused for a moment, then turned her head slightly and glanced at Payton: "He was bitten by a zombie, and he will die soon.
Become one of them, and if you don't want him to live in pain forever, you should deal with him now."
When Jill heard this, her face turned pale: "If it comes to that point, I will handle it myself."
Alice said no more. When she was in the hive, she had personally experienced her comrades turning into zombies, so she understood Jill's current mood. She said this to take precautions in advance and prepare Jill mentally.
The conversation between the two was neither soft nor serious, and it reached the ears of Russell and the three of them clearly. Terry's face changed slightly, and he quickened his pace to stay away from Payton like he was avoiding the plague.
Payton's face turned gloomy, and he smiled bitterly at Russell and said, "Man, stop helping me. You are too close to me. I will be the first to turn into a zombie and bite you."
Russell looked stern: "Don't worry, the Archangel Gabriel has personally sent down the Holy Light on me. Mortal filth cannot hurt me at all. You can't bite me even if I stand still."
Payton's heart warmed up, and he didn't want to hurt Russell anymore: "The zombie virus is a biochemical weapon, and Gabriel's holy light cannot control it so broadly."
Russell sighed: "Peyton, I talk to you about theology, but you talk to me about science. As everyone knows, theology is a use of energy, and the essence of science is how to use energy efficiently. There is no conflict between the two."
"It's too profound, I can't understand it!"
"Then let me give you a simple one. Whether it's a virus or a curse, the Holy Light can get rid of it!"
"hope so……"
"Don't make a sad face. The most important thing in life is to be happy. If you don't smile, I won't even know where you are! Let me tell you some good news. I secretly released the Holy Light Strike on you. You won't become
Zombies.”
"You discriminate against me!"
"No, you are always black..."
After the words fell, Russell frowned. Perhaps he sensed the breath of the living, and the dead buried in the cemetery began to become active. Dozens of rotting zombies broke out of the ground and rushed towards Russell and others.
"Siht!"
Payton jumped up on one foot and stomped on the dead head that popped up from the ground. This guy was a bachelor. He knew that he had been bitten by a zombie and was hopeless. He stood up to protect the "weak chicken" Russell and helped block the zombies.
attack and was bitten several times.
Compared to the miserable and wretched duo, the scene of the strong female duo was much better. Alice and Jill showed off their figures, and a dozen slow-moving zombies surrounded them, all of whom had their necks broken.
"Ahhhhh"
Female reporter Terry screamed in horror, her lower leg was bloody and bloody. She was grabbed by a zombie that emerged from the ground and bit off a piece of flesh.
Screams pierced the night sky, and Alice secretly thought that something was about to happen. She hurriedly rushed over to help Terry up, and called on the others to run away.
The zombies moved slowly, Russell hopped on one leg with Payton on his back, and left the cemetery without any danger.
The five of them supported each other and arrived at the destination weapons store. Terry sobbed in a suppressed voice. Two of the five were bitten, and the atmosphere in the team dropped to freezing point.
Alice and Jill remained silent and stuffed bullets into the magazines to prevent the heavy weight of the firearms from affecting their actions. They did not take too many weapons. Two submachine guns, two pistols, sabers and some tactical supplies.
"Russell, why don't you hold a weapon? Don't you know how to shoot?" Payton hung two bullet belts on his body. He was ready to retreat and had no intention of going into battle lightly.
"I have a gun!"
As Russell spoke, he stretched out two Sand Eagle Gods from his cuffs. They were made entirely of gold and silver. They looked expensive at first glance.
Payton twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Shaying Tianshen, and then at the star sapphire cross necklace on Russell's chest, and cursed: "MD, if I have another life, I will definitely become a priest!"
While cursing, Payton took the Sand Eagle from Russell's hand, took off the magazine and found it was empty. He was speechless again: "What caliber is your modified Sand Eagle? I'll help you find the bullets."
Russell smiled and shook his head, and put the two Sand Eagles back into his sleeves: "No need, before my magic power is exhausted, these two Sand Eagles have unlimited bullets."
"Stop bragging, decorations are just decorations, and they have unlimited bullets. Why don't you say it's a cannon? Hurry up and load a few magazines, or you'll cry." Payton was too lazy to listen to Russell's nonsense.
He took out two m4a1s from the cabinet, one for himself and one thrown to Russell.
Russell chuckled, and the m4a1 was slung on his shoulder. After stuffing two magazines into it, it stopped moving.
Jingle bells! Jingle bells
The landline phone on the cashier's counter suddenly rang, and everyone froze. Jill glanced at Alice, indicating that there was a camera in the corner.
Currently, the only one that has the ability to monitor Raccoon City in real time is the Umbrella Company. Alice knew that the visitor was not malicious, so she warned: "Ignore it, pack up the equipment quickly, let's take a small road away..."
"Hello, hello, this is the 'Super Hard' weapons store."
Alice:(ノへ￣,)
Russell picked up the phone: "The shop owner is staying out all night and is probably wandering the streets looking for food. I am Russell, the temporary clerk. How can I help you?"
The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. After a while, he said, "Give the phone to Alice."
"Okay, please leave a message after hearing the 'beep' sound, and I will convey it to Alice for you! Beep~"
Russell hung up the phone decisively and said to the confused people with a solemn face: "We are in trouble. If I guess correctly, it should be someone from the Umbrella Company."
Jill:(￣_,￣)
Payton pulled Russell to him with an embarrassed face: "Man, don't make trouble at this time. We all know it's the Umbrella Company without answering the phone."
"real or fake!?"
Russell's face was full of remorse: "Damn it, it's all my fault, I'm just too honest!"