"Kevin, are you all right?"
As the planner of the operation, Kevin's face was pale, his eyeballs bulging, a dark red tear of blood overflowing from his eyes. The veins on his forehead stood out as though he were enduring intense pain in his eyes.
The might of heaven, Enlighten All Beings!
Apocalypse could grant him godlike learning ability for a short time, so could it give him omniscient, wide-ranging vision?
After receiving an affirmative answer from the Light Orb, this rescue plan had already taken shape in his mind.
He would use himself as bait to draw the attention of the U.S.S. members and pinpoint their exact hiding place.
Then, Ada, Jill, Barry, and the others, who had gotten out midway, began their covert infiltration and eliminated the Umbrella Squad's "Cleaners" at designated points.
Once everything was ready, waves of black Bio-energy surged forth. His eye muscles and neural perception were pushed to their limits, allowing him to see practically everything within a five-hundred-meter radius.
But after merely six minutes of scanning, his Mental Power rapidly dropped from eleven points to five. The dizziness in his head came in increasingly powerful waves.
Still, judging by the gunfire, their side had the victory firmly in hand.
Then Kevin heard the Matt siblings push open the car door and hurriedly squeeze into the backseat. He finally let out a breath of relief.
The first step had been won!
"Retreat! The designated location in ten minutes!"
Kevin leaned against the seat with his eyes closed to rest while issuing orders through the headset kindly sponsored by shop owner Robert.
On the second-floor balcony, Ada elegantly popped two mint candies into her mouth, raised the SWS, and severely wounded the assault trooper still stubbornly resisting behind the wall with a single shot.
Then she swung the muzzle around and fired several sniper shots in succession, forcing Hank, the squad commander entangled in a fight with Barry, to dodge left and right before escaping behind cover.
Having completely broken free, Jill and Barry immediately turned and fled into the distance.
Everything had gone so smoothly, but the crisp sound of bullets striking the left car door made Kevin's eyelid twitch.
Judging from the direction, there was a ninety percent chance it was some grudge-holding female agent taking covert revenge for his earlier accidental wipeout.
"The fish has taken the bait. Prepare to intercept. Target: Black SUV, license plate XXXXX!"
Hiding behind a clump of bushes, Hank calmly wrapped gauze around his bullet-pierced shoulder, then switched on his radio and reported the information to his superiors, who had been waiting for a long time.
"Also, this prey is troublesome! Request permission to kill them on sight!"
After thinking for a moment, the man cautiously added one last sentence.
Second update. The setup begins.
This Move Was Uniquely Brilliant!
Ten minutes later, at the designated location in a mountain hollow.
The Black SUV was parked by the roadside. The somewhat weakened Kevin got out, while Matt and his sister Lisa wore expressions full of relief at having survived the disaster.
Jill, Barry, and the female agent Ada followed close behind, driving two police cars marked RPD out of the woods to meet up with Kevin's group of four.
At Kevin's signal, the former S.T.A.R.S. survivors Barry and Jill carried bulging backpacks and each supported one of the Matt siblings as they headed into the dense forest behind them.
Kevin took off his shirt, opened the trunk, and pulled out a police uniform to put on.
Compared to Europeans and Americans, the boy was not particularly burly, but his body was balanced and powerfully built. Even faint abdominal lines could be seen on his stomach.
As for the female agent Ada, she grabbed a set of women's police uniforms, entered the police car, and began changing with great interest.
A moment later, five freshly minted RPD officers entered the two police cars and turned on the Dispatch Channel to listen for activity.
"Attention, all officers on duty: a Black SUV with license plate XXXXX must be intercepted immediately. The criminals are armed. Lethal force is authorized on the scene!"
Less than three minutes later, as the four listened to the Dispatch Channel announcement, they turned their heads with strange expressions and stared blankly at the guy frantically pouring Glucose Syrup down his throat to stave off hunger.
Kevin casually wiped the residue from his lips and awkwardly raised the half-bottle of Glucose Syrup he had left. "Want some?"
However, before the guy could keep dawdling, Ada grabbed him and dragged him into the front passenger seat.
"Leon, I'm counting on you!" Kevin rolled down the window and waved at the sole remaining driver of the Black SUV, his face full of encouragement.
"Is this plan really okay?" Though the rookie officer was somewhat green, he was not stupid. Instinctively sensing conspiracy and danger, he felt an urge to jump out of the car.
Kevin made an OK gesture and finally talked the wavering Leon into getting in. He watched the Black SUV, loaded with sin, speed away in a cloud of dust.
Then the two police cars activated their sirens and began the pursuit game.
"How did you know the U.S.S.'s location, and that after their first failed encirclement, they would choose to mobilize RPD officers for a full-scale interception?" Ada, the female driver, asked without changing her expression.
Kevin pointed at his head and replied casually, "A guess..."
Such a perfunctory answer obviously did not satisfy Ada.
But their relationship had not yet reached the point where they could talk about anything, so the female agent simply gave up on the fruitless questioning, smiled reservedly, and slammed down on the accelerator.
Women were clearly grudge-holding, petty creatures, especially smart and beautiful women!
Seeing the scenery around them flying backward and the dashboard needle soaring, Kevin helplessly raised both hands in surrender.
"Use your brain! Ah... Sister Wang!"
"We're vicious criminals who nearly wiped out an elite U.S.S. squad. Raccoon City is so close that capturing a group of heinous criminals like us would require considerable manpower!"
"But Umbrella just carried out its quarantine work, which was effectively taking control away from the military and police for a time. That had already planted some conflicts."
"No matter how powerful its backers are, mobilizing other U.S.S. units to engage in a firefight with us in the city would be no different from repeatedly rubbing RPD's face into the concrete!"
"So there have long been people within RPD who disliked Umbrella Corporation's mad dogs. Otherwise, these two official police cars would not have been secured by Barry and Jill alone."
"Besides, U.S.S. is elite Special Forces and is not suited for large-scale blockade operations. Mobilizing the military would also be extremely sensitive."
"Taking all that into account, Umbrella Corporation's best choice was undoubtedly to use RPD's power to serve them."
"Don't forget, with Director Alons around, suspects like us who are arrested would definitely be transferred from prison to Umbrella Corporation."
"So..."
"So you sold out the Little Rookie up ahead and made him attract RPD's attention?" Ada raised a shapely brow, her words laced with mockery.
Kevin leaned back comfortably against the seat, completely ignoring Ada's taunt.
"I'm just an ordinary person willing to think. I can't avoid every risk."
Besides... that kid's life was tougher than anyone else's here. Maybe everyone else would die while he was still hopping around alive and well.
What's more, as long as they followed the plan, the danger of sitting in that Black SUV was no greater than sitting in a police car.
That was what Kevin thought, though he did not say it aloud.
Everyone here was alive and real, so he had to watch what he said and did.
"Attention. We're about to cross Black Gate Bridge. Prepare to split up!"
As time passed, Black Gate Bridge came into view. Police sirens could faintly be heard on the many branching roads.
Kevin made an immediate decision. Under the guise of "following orders to take a detour and intercept the criminals," he quietly squeezed out of the police net.
Meanwhile, inside the Black SUV, the man known as "Leon" began his personal display of driving skill.
Leon's conspicuous ride darted through traffic like a nimble loach, charging left and right and repeatedly escaping danger.
The RPD officers, run ragged by the chase, cursed one after another over the public channel.
Thinking about it, Leon really had a rough fate. On his first day at work, he encountered a Tyrant in the Acre Mountains and nearly died in the line of duty.
Then, because he became involved in Umbrella Corporation's dirty secrets, the chief suspended and isolated him. Now he had even been tricked onto a pirate ship by someone and was driving circles around senior figures in the police world.
But Kevin's conscience clearly would not hurt for the moment, because he was busy with the next step of the plan.
"Jill, Barry, take the Matt siblings to Kendo Gun Shop and lie low for now. Be ready to provide me support at any time!"
At the fork in the road, Kevin spoke quietly into his headset with a serious expression.
Barry and Jill nodded instinctively without the slightest objection, immediately driving their police car into the alley leading to Kendo Gun Shop.
At the drifter settlement, he had relied on foreknowledge and used himself as bait to attract the enemy's attention, then ordered them to eliminate the well-equipped U.S.S. squad members at designated points.
Then, with two police cars and several uniforms prepared in advance, he completed the switch between prey and hunter. Right under their noses, they infiltrated the police force and withdrew safely.
This maneuver was simply brilliant to the extreme. According to the earlier plan, there was still a string of unexpected strategies to come.
If everything went smoothly, not only would each of them escape unscathed, they could also tear Umbrella Corporation's pride apart and grind it into the ground a hundred times!
Thus, in their subconscious minds, Jill and Barry had already, without realizing it, begun to regard this seemingly harmless, weak college student as their decision-making core.
Watching Jill and the others gradually disappear into the distance, Kevin, who had been lying against the seat like a corpse, loosened his joints and turned toward the female driver beside him, warmly extending an olive branch.
"Don't worry. I'll make a copy of the information Lisa has and give it to you as payment. Sounds fair, doesn't it?"
Hearing that, the female agent turned her head slightly. Once the surprise in her eyes faded, she asked gently.
"Then where are you going next, sir?"
This attitude, suddenly upgraded to five-star service, made Kevin somehow hear warmth and sweetness in her tone.
Slightly uncomfortable with that, the boy twitched the corner of his mouth and pointed ahead.
"Of course... I'm going to bring my little angel home!"
The most difficult second step had been completed successfully!
So, are you ready, dear Umbrella? It's my turn to slap you across the face!
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Snack Thief
Raccoon City Elementary School, dismissal time.
The students boarded the school buses in groups of two or three, each sticking with their own little circles.
Angela, who had originally been picked up by a private car, instead sat in the back of the school bus with her new friend Emma.
After confirming the headcount, the school bus slowly drove out through the gate. The driver, Sam, leaned in his seat and swayed his fat body to heavy metal music, while his natural Black talent for rap had him delivering a smooth stream of lyrics.
I kind of miss the vegetable soup at home. I'll buy some potatoes and sandwiches after work tonight.
Just as Sam pondered the great life question of what to eat that evening, a police car waved them down at the fork ahead.
An Asian hottie with a smoking body?
Staring at her curvy figure, the school bus driver swallowed, opened his small eyes wide, opened the door, and turned sideways to eagerly ask the Asian beauty dressed as a police officer.
"What is it, Officer?"
The Asian woman boarded the bus, carefully checked the fire-suppression equipment and emergency exit devices around them, waved her duty notebook, and smiled politely.
"Routine safety inspection. Also, based on your condition, we suspect you may have used marijuana. Please cooperate."
"Hey, hey, Officer, I treasure this job. I would never touch that stuff!" the Black man swore earnestly.
Then he felt deeply wronged by the policewoman's suspicion.
Singing, dancing, and rapping were clearly racial talents for his people. How had that become the behavior of someone suspected of taking drugs?
This Asian woman simply did not know how to appreciate music! Though the Black man looked docile on the surface, he could not help grumbling inwardly.
Next, the young mixed-race officer drove the police car to a secluded spot and boarded the school bus as well.
The boy wore a bright smile, and his voice was remarkably gentle when he spoke, carrying a magical quality that made people trust him.
After all, with an M1911 pressed against his kidney, how could he not trust him?
The Black man's expression abruptly changed. With a miserable face, he prepared to put his hands on his head, but the male officer discreetly stopped Sam's movement.
"Be good. Drive forward..."
"Where to?" Sam asked weakly.
Having already controlled the driver, Kevin smiled slightly and patiently replied, "How about a trip out of town?"
What else could he say? The Black driver had no rebuttal and obediently changed lanes, not daring to make the slightest move with his hands.
Relax, relax. Just keep them steady!
Once the school bus left its scheduled route, the GPS tracking system installed in the vehicle would immediately relay the situation to the command center.
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