"Ring… Ring… Ring…"
As the group walked and chatted casually, a nearby public phone suddenly began to ring—despite no one touching it.
Alice and the others glanced over but didn't pay it any mind, assuming it was just a technical glitch.
However, the Purgators exchanged subtle glances.
They knew exactly what this was: the story had reached the part where the crippled doctor was trying to save his daughter. Which meant. The helicopter tickets were about to be booked.
Sure, the doctor would probably get killed soon, but who cared? That wasn't their problem.
Though they understood the significance of the phone ringing, the Purgators didn't show any unusual reaction. Just like the story's main characters, they passed by it as if it were nothing, masking their knowledge behind perfect indifference.
A few dozen meters later, a landline phone inside a nearby shop began to ring.
This time, Alice and the others frowned.
This clearly wasn't just a random malfunction.
Still, after a moment of consideration, they decided not to pick it up and continued walking.
But then, seconds later…
A phone started ringing from inside the pocket of a nearby corpse. Before Alice could even glance at it, several other phones—belonging to surrounding corpses—also began to ring.
Then the sound spread.
Public phones, shop landlines, cell phones—all ringing.
Within moments, half the street was buzzing.
Even the most oblivious person would realize something was wrong at this point.
Ada Wong calmly raised her pistol, putting down a zombie that was staggering toward them. Then she suggested,
"Maybe we should answer it."
After a brief pause, Alice nodded.
"Yeah, let's find out who's calling."
She bent down, pulled the phone from the corpse's pocket, and hit "Answer" with speaker mode on.
Before she could speak, a male voice came through from the other side:
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
The voice was unfamiliar—middle-aged, calm, but anxious.
Alice immediately looked to her teammates, silently asking if anyone recognized the voice.
Each of them shook their heads. No one knew who it was.
"You don't need to figure out who I am," the voice said, almost as if he could see their reactions. He got straight to the point:
"In a few hours, a nuclear warhead will be dropped on Raccoon City, erasing everything inside. I need your help with something. In exchange, I'll secure a helicopter to get you out safely."
After a brief silence, Alice asked,
"How can we be sure you're telling the truth? That you'll keep your word?"
The man on the phone replied without hesitation, clearly expecting the question.
"It's simple. The task I'm asking you to do… is to rescue my daughter. She'll be flying out with you on that helicopter, so I have no reason to lie."
Hearing this, Alice and the others exchanged glances and nodded in unison.
"Alright. Where is your daughter?"
"She's wearing a watch with a GPS tracker. I'll send her coordinates to the phone you're using now via text."
"Understood. Looking forward to working with you."
"Likewise."
The call ended.
Alice let out a small breath and turned to the others.
"Alright, everyone. We've got a mission."
Right on cue, a message popped up on her phone.
It showed a location and a photo of a blonde girl. Her name was marked clearly: Sherry Birkin, along with a note:
"Tell her, her father, William Birkin, promised he would get her out of here."
Alice didn't focus on the names. After glancing at the school address, she said,
"Let's hurry. Hopefully that little girl can hold out until we get there."
The Purgators hadn't noticed the name on the message at all. If they had, some of them might've recognized the name William Birkin and realized what was coming.
—
One hour later.
Back in the lab, the stylish scientist Orsaga was still carefully refining his viral formula.
Lacking supernatural abilities, he could only proceed step by step, methodically solving each problem.
It would take time—but he'd get there.
Meanwhile, after fighting their way through hundreds of zombies, over a dozen zombie dogs, and five or six Lickers, Alice and her squad finally located Sherry Birkin inside the school.
The enemies weren't exactly weak—each one could've taken down half a police station by themselves.
But against this all-star protagonist squad?
They barely caused a ripple.
From their first appearance to their deaths, most lasted anywhere from a few seconds to maybe half a minute.
Li Wei and the other Purgators didn't even have to try.
They were basically just tagging along, watching the fireworks.
Walking out of the school, Li Wei had a satisfied grin on his face.
'This… this is how a beginner dungeon is supposed to feel.'
Their next stop was the rendezvous point—where the helicopter sent by Sherry's father would be waiting.
But then, Li Wei's smile froze.
Up ahead on the street, five towering figures stepped into view, their hulking silhouettes illuminated under the streetlights.
Suddenly, a Licker leapt from the shadows, launching itself at one of the figures—
Only to be caught mid-air with a single hand.
The figure grabbed its shoulder and head—and ripped it apart like a wet rag.
It was brutally efficient.
And absolutely horrifying.
Li Wei's face darkened.
"Guys… I don't think we're gonna walk through this one…"
Still leaning on his cane, Huang Liu replied with a rare calmness:
"If it's our time, so be it."
The beating he took from the dual-claw Tyrant had nearly sent him to the afterlife. He'd already made peace with whatever came next.
Draco cut in with a plan:
"Fall back to the school. Use the buildings as cover."
Former S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team member Chris Redfield agreed.
Open ground was a death sentence against enemies like this.
But before they could retreat, the Nemesis—now under Umbrella's direct control—made the first move.
"Vrrrrrr—"
The Gatling gun lit up with blinding muzzle flashes, unleashing dozens of rounds per second.
In the blink of an eye, the school's outer walls were shredded like paper.
One unlucky Purgator didn't react in time—
The large-caliber rounds tore him clean in half.
Blood sprayed across the street.
At the same time, the four accompanying T-103 Tyrants began to enter their unleashed forms.
Their speed and strength surged. Their arms transformed into massive claws.
In a single instant, the battlefield turned against Alice's team.
—
Back at Umbrella Headquarters.
"Damn it!"
Staring at the live feed from the school's surveillance cameras, William Birkin panicked.
He quickly pulled up the control interface.
He was trying to override the Tyrants' behavior—hoping to create a brief opening so Alice and the others could escape.
But then, a voice spoke from behind him.
"Doctor. I'd suggest you stop what you're doing."
William froze.
He recognized that voice instantly.
Through clenched teeth, he replied,
"She's my daughter. You promised she would be saved!"
The Commander took two steps forward, reached over, and shut down the control panel—switching the monitor back to the surveillance feed. He smiled coldly:
"That 'promise'… didn't include me."
William snapped back,
"Then don't expect me to keep working for you!"
"Apologies, Doctor," the commander said with a smirk.
"You won't be working for anyone."
"No one betrays Umbrella and walks away."
BANG!
A single shot rang out.
William Birkin slumped from his wheelchair, blood pouring from his body.
The commander moved the monitor to the floor, adjusting the camera to face William's dying eyes.
He leaned down, voice dripping with venom:
"Maybe hold on just a bit longer?. You might get to watch your daughter torn apart by Tyrants."
"Hahahahahaha!!"
With a cruel laugh, he turned and left the tent with his men.
—
'Sherry… my poor girl… I promised I'd save you…'
With the last of his strength, William reached into his coat pocket.
He pulled out a syringe.
And jammed it into his own arm.
On the label: a single letter—
[G].
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