Javier, in his small house, heard the commotion outside on the street and roughly understood that the virus outbreak in Raccoon City had begun. Within just a few hours, Raccoon City would be completely paralyzed.
This sudden disaster would deal a huge blow to the unprepared Raccoon City. Even the army and government couldn't suppress the virus infection, and eventually, they would have no choice but to activate a nuclear bomb to destroy the city…
Even Mayor Mike Warren of Raccoon City, the moment he heard about the virus outbreak, had already piloted a helicopter to escape this dangerous place.
Because both the Mayor of Raccoon City and the Chief of Police, Mike Warren and Brian, knew that Umbrella Corporation was secretly researching biochemical viruses, and they had even received many benefits. Therefore, once Raccoon City broke out with the virus, Mayor Mike Warren didn't want to get involved in trouble, so escaping quickly was the best choice—!
"Click…"
Meanwhile, in the basement of Javier's house,
Javier was busy putting on his gear, still fully armed. Javier didn't want to show off by wearing thin clothes and carrying a small pistol to rush out; that would be suicidal. Therefore, Javier stuck to his old routine.
A dark, custom-made steel helmet with a single-tube night vision device and thermal imaging attached to his head, a pig-nosed gas mask with green fly eyes, high-grade tactical bulletproof vest, various rubber protective gear, two Dog Leg Knives tucked into his waist, and several High-explosive grenades, incendiary grenades, and flashbangs hanging from it. A fully packed tactical backpack weighing 30 kilograms, enough to exhaust a person!
These were familiar configurations…
It's just a pity,
This time, there was no familiar RPG.
Because in America, heavy weapons like RPGs are not allowed to be bought or sold; only firearms are permitted. Although black market dealers can still sell RPGs, Javier currently doesn't have the conditions for that. After all, he has been monitored, making it difficult for him to find an opportunity to buy an RPG from a black market dealer. Therefore, Javier's termination ability in this instance is slightly weaker.
But it seems that in Resident Evil 2/3,
The power of the RPG has been nerfed. Whether it's Tyrant or G William, they don't seem to be afraid of it, because having it or not makes little difference!
Then, regarding primary and secondary weapons,
Javier carried two Desert Eagles, one modified and one not. The M500 Revolver had been taken by that brat Chris. After lending it to him last time, he never returned it to Javier. Later, he just left Raccoon City with the old captain Enrique, which made Javier gnash his teeth in anger.
Fortunately, he hadn't upgraded the M500 Revolver, otherwise, giving it to Chris for free would have been too cheap—!
The main weapon was still a modified police riot shotgun. Javier's basement didn't have assault rifles or sniper rifles; he would have to go to the police department to upgrade later. Looking at himself in the mirror, Javier proudly stroked his chin. Hmm! He was still as dashing as ever, even though his face wasn't visible.
"Ho ho ho…"
"This… this…"
Just as Javier was still immersed in his narcissistic mood,
Lisa, the monster girl beside him, slowly walked over with a mobile phone, its flashing screen wildly illuminating Javier's face as she mumbled, which pulled Javier out of his self-admiration.
Watching Lisa, who was like a pet, waving the phone around and mumbling incessantly, Javier couldn't help but feel amused. This electronics idiot was really cute. It seemed that adopting a monster girl, a G Virus progenitor, was also a good choice.
"Click…"
"Hello, hello! Moshi moshi…, Ah! Ashiba, hello?! Who are you, speak up, spill it out!"
Looking at the unfamiliar number displayed on his Nokia phone screen,
Javier pressed the answer button and then spoke in a very impatient tone. His old phone often received spam calls, and occasionally even calls from gay men. Therefore, Javier was already very unfriendly towards unfamiliar numbers, too lazy to bother with them.
But he didn't expect the caller to be Jill.
This was truly a rare occurrence; Javier had never encountered a beautiful woman actively calling his phone number before…
"Javier! Try cursing again?!"
"What are you doing now? We can't wait any longer. I have a premonition that Umbrella Corporation will take this opportunity to kill the remaining S.T.A.R.S members. Umbrella Corporation and that fat pig Chief Brian are not to be trifled with. Therefore, I plan to escape Raccoon City directly tonight, but I need your help. Come help me take down the two police officers monitoring me outside."
"I know Barry's house has a military Humvee. We can take that vehicle to leave Raccoon City then. Can you hear what I'm saying…?"
Jill's voice kept ringing on the phone.
And hearing Jill's anxious words,
Javier couldn't help but sigh, the female protagonist's sixth sense is indeed accurate. Although she didn't foresee the Raccoon City biohazard outbreak, she was able to predict her own danger first, which is truly impressive!
It's just a pity that…
This reaction time seems a bit too slow—
"A very sharp sixth sense! As expected of you, Jill, possessing a woman's most powerful weapon. But… didn't you hear? All the police sirens and commotions outside on the street? The situation has already become very serious. You have to leave tonight whether you want to or not!"
Holding his Nokia phone,
Javier walked out of the basement while speaking, pulled open the curtains of his small house, and looked outside… At this moment, Raccoon City was in the midst of a huge riot. Under the dark night sky, fires occasionally broke out, several helicopters swiftly flew by, car accidents were happening everywhere, and various screams rose and fell. Javier could even see an infected zombie walking towards his house in the distance.
The virus outbreak has begun,
No one is spared.
Jill is still bothered by the two police officers monitoring her, her reaction time is a bit too slow.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Isn't the security situation in America at night always like this? Would America still be America without police sirens and commotions at night? Those damn drunkards have been partying all night and raving in the bar not far from my apartment for days now."
"The annoying DJ music has even seeped into where I sleep; I haven't had a good night's sleep for three or four days straight! If I were still a police officer, I would have shot those bastards long ago…!"
Jill on the phone still didn't understand Javier's meaning.
After all, there was no way… After all, America, just as Jill said, wouldn't be America without police sirens and commotions at night. These police officers knew the security situation in the US best.
"…"
"Goodness, I almost forgot I was in America. There's simply nowhere to complain. Forget it… Jill, just pull back the curtains and see for yourself. A few hours ago, Umbrella Corporation's bio-virus had already infected Raccoon City. Now the entire Raccoon City has fallen into severe paralysis and is extremely dangerous and troublesome. There are zombies everywhere; you have to escape whether you want to or not."
"Also, as a comrade-in-arms, I'll tell you a little secret for free: a stalker will come looking for you later. That Mr. Stalker will also help you deal with the two police officers monitoring you outside. He will even thoughtfully help you break down the door to escape."
"But be careful, that Mr. Stalker seems to be very fond of you, the ice queen of the Raccoon City Police Department. No matter where you run, he will keep chasing you."
"If you really can't deal with that Mr. Stalker, you can come to the police station to find me. I can't meet up with you right now; I need to go to the police station to get some weapons first, otherwise, I won't be able to escape Raccoon City."
Listening to Jill's dissatisfied words on the phone,
Javier was also a bit embarrassed. Gunfights every day, peaceful America—it seemed this was the norm in the US. But seeing that it was getting late and the storyline had already begun, Javier had no time to linger. He could only hastily inform Jill of the seriousness of the situation.
Meanwhile, Jill's expression was a bit incredulous after hearing Javier's explanation. She hadn't expected the virus to spread so quickly, even reaching Raccoon City. This was truly big trouble. Jill couldn't imagine… the scene of hundreds of thousands of Raccoon City citizens turning into zombies. That would simply be a living hell!
But… when Jill pulled back the curtains of her apartment window and saw fires raging everywhere outside and countless citizens fleeing in a panic, she had no choice but to believe it all. However, Jill then recalled what Javier had just said.
"Wait, what did you mean by 'pervert' just now?"
Slightly sensing something amiss, Jill quickly pressed Javier further, because in her experience, when Javier made such jokes, something bad usually happened. And this so-called pervert didn't seem to be a simple pervert?!
"Bingo!"
"You have good intuition, you guessed right, Jill. That Mr. Pervert is Tyrant, an intelligent Tyrant specially sent by Umbrella Corporation to kill our S.T.A.R.S, just like the Tyrant in the Mansion Villa. However, this Tyrant, codenamed Tyrant, is even stronger. Once it locks onto a target, it won't give up until it hunts them to death. That's why it's called 'Tyrant.' It's the assassin sent by Umbrella Corporation to silence us!"
"As for why this Mr. Pervert, affectionately called 'Little Pursuer,' came for you first instead of attacking me, I guess this Little Pursuer probably doesn't want to be with me. After all, chasing a woman is much more interesting than chasing a man, don't you agree, Jill?"
"Ahem, in short, good luck, Jill. I believe you can deal with that Mr. Pervert. If you really can't, you can lure it to the Raccoon City Police Department, and I can help kill it, but only if I can find a good weapon. Alright, that's it, I'm hanging up…!"
After explaining everything, Javier decisively hung up the phone. Time waits for no one; he had to go to the Raccoon City Police Department first, otherwise, the zombies would occupy the Raccoon City Police Department soon. Now was the best time to get weapons. Any more delay and it would truly be too late.
…
Meanwhile—
A rookie police officer in a probationary uniform was slowly driving a police pickup truck towards Raccoon City. Amidst the pouring rain, accompanied by soothing music, the young man with a side part, gripping the steering wheel, had a deep frown.
Because today was a very important day for him. He was supposed to report to the Raccoon City Police Department today, but yesterday, due to a wild celebration at his good friend's bar, Leon drank too much and slept until five or six in the afternoon. When he looked at his watch, Leon realized he was doomed.
He was late on his first day of work.
Leon could already foresee that his dream of being a probationary police officer was completely shattered. After all, only a scoundrel like him could be late on the first day of work!
So Leon's mood was very complicated now. Looking at the approaching Raccoon City, he slowly slowed down the car, showing a hint of reluctance…
Yet, he didn't know that an even bigger surprise than being late on his first day of work awaited him inside Raccoon City—
Chapter 7: Claire Redfield
"But then again,"
"Why is it so quiet here…?"
Driving his Wrangler SUV, Leon, in the driver's seat, looked out at the road and murmured to himself with a puzzled expression. He was only about a kilometer away from Raccoon City, yet he saw no one on the road, not even a single vehicle. This was too strange.
The excessive silence gave Leon, who was in the driver's seat, a bad feeling. The car he was sitting in was his own SUV. Due to the time crunch, Leon had only put on his usual casual jacket before leaving, with a small pistol tucked in his pocket. As an ordinary, law-abiding American citizen, carrying a gun was normal, not to mention he was also a police officer. And this was all he had.
"Whew…"
"Seriously, not only am I late for my first day of work, but I also forgot to refuel the car. Next time, I'm never drinking with that scoundrel Ryan again. Luckily, I'm almost at Raccoon City, otherwise, if the car broke down halfway, I'd be truly screwed!"
Looking at the nearly empty fuel gauge on the SUV, Leon let out a deep sigh and complained angrily. But fortunately, Raccoon City was not far away at this moment, only a kilometer's distance, so he could temporarily refuel. If he were unlucky and the car broke down halfway in the wilderness, that would truly be a dog-blessed lucky day.
"Brake—!"
With a turn of the steering wheel, Leon decisively drove the SUV into the nearby gas station. However, what Leon didn't notice was that his flickering SUV lights and the roaring engine were quite conspicuous in the dark night, and also quite attractive to the zombies…
"…"
"Hello, is anyone here? I'd like to get some gas!"
"No one? That's strange. It's one thing for there to be no one on the road, but now there's no one even at the gas station, and I don't even see any cars that need gas. When did gas station business get so bad?"
After wandering around with the fuel nozzle for a long time and calling out without seeing any gas station staff, Leon sighed helplessly. He pulled a bill from his wallet and placed it nearby, then proceeded to self-serve and refuel the SUV.
Refueling one's own car with the nozzle is a very common occurrence in America.
But what Leon didn't realize was that in a dark corner, an infected zombie had slowly set its sights on him. Dragging its sluggish body through the pouring rain, it gasped for breath, viscous, foul-smelling liquid constantly drooling from its mouth, as it stretched out its hand and stumbled towards Leon, full of desire!
"Ho ho ho…"
A low snarl, like the panting of a beast.
As a talented probationary police officer who graduated from the police academy, Leon, after refueling his SUV halfway, also noticed the abnormality behind him. But he instinctively thought it was a gas station attendant, so he wasn't as vigilant or prepared.
"Sorry!"
"I called for a long time and didn't see anyone, so I took the liberty of filling up. But I've already paid for the gas,"
Giving a chuckle, Leon awkwardly scratched his head, preparing to explain. But as soon as he turned around, he nearly jumped out of his skin, because standing behind him was a monster Leon had never seen before.
It wore human skin, but its entire body was covered in festering, disgusting sores, as if it had a terrible skin disease. Its eyes were completely lifeless, and its mouth was filled with bloody teeth and shredded flesh, as if it had just devoured something alive. It walked towards Leon like a walking corpse.
At first glance, Leon thought it was a deranged lunatic who enjoyed eating live things.
But at second glance, Leon confirmed that this thing was a monster. Therefore, Leon would not be like others who would be instantly terrified by the zombie's hideous appearance and have their brains shut down, lacking even the courage to shoot these monsters.
On the contrary, Leon's reaction speed was more decisive.
"Click—!"
"Bang, bang, bang—!!!"
American Iaijutsu Draw—!
He drew his gun and fired, the dark muzzle aimed at the zombie's head.