This World Is Seriously Ill

Jill and Barry were able to clear their names and bring down the Umbrella Corporation...

The Matt siblings could escape safely and let the truth come to light...

Rookie cop Leon got the credit for exposing Umbrella's dark secrets and even connected with the mayor...

Dr. Charles, though outwardly coerced, found an opportunity to break free from Umbrella's control...

Mayor Michael Warren not only disentangled himself from Umbrella's mess but also seized sole authority over Raccoon City's military, government, and police, racking up impressive achievements in cleaning up crime and corruption...

And she obtained the raw T-Virus antidote, along with firsthand data on Umbrella's T-Virus research...

Even that reporter Ben, thrown into prison by Director Alons to suffer, ended up winning the girl...

Not to mention Claire clearing her brother's name, Emma getting her ice cream cone, and the Gun Shop Owner and School Bus Driver earning the title of "good citizens"...

When you tally it up, these forces that had nothing to do with each other were twisted into a single rope, a noose around Umbrella's neck, by a shared goal.

And they would each reap the benefits they wanted from the collapse of that heartless corporation!

A true wise man is not a lone hero who single-handedly sweeps away powerful enemies, nor a towering figure who hoards fame and cheers.

Win through cooperation, don't covet immediate glory; plan before acting, then fade into obscurity after success.

An interesting and dangerous guy!

If he can't be an ally, strike once and strike true!

The female agent silently tagged a certain rapidly growing peer with the highest alert label.

PS1: The setup is complete. Killed a lot of brain cells. Not sure if you like this kind of scheming, high-IQ protagonist.

PS2: Speaking of which, why does it feel like that old salted-fish book from before has more reads than the new one... Guess I'm too salty after all.

Chapter 27 - The Trumpet of Doom!

Faced with Mayor Warren's recruitment offer, Kevin was taken aback at first, then smiled and shook his head.

He always kept his distance from politics.

That swamp was too deep; wade in too long, and you'd forget your true self.

Mayor Warren didn't mind Kevin's refusal. He'd only extended the offer on a whim, with no high hopes, so there was no disappointment.

"Well then, the long night has come. To avoid more trouble, shouldn't we move early?"

Having arranged everything, Kevin stepped back a few paces, collapsed onto the sofa, and massaged his throbbing temples.

"Oh, and as for you, Mr. Mayor? There's no need for you to venture into danger."

Watching Mayor Warren, who seemed about to rise and leave for the government hall to set things in motion, Kevin opened his closed eyes again, his smile meaningful.

Clearly, this cautious little fox wouldn't let him leave until everything was settled.

Michael Warren smiled and nodded, then asked for two economic magazines and a Bible, reading with interest under the dim light.

At the same time, he pulled out his phone and began dialing one call after another, quietly negotiating with all sorts of people.

His tone was calm and warm, but carried an indescribable authority.

Meanwhile, Barry and Jill, who were there as allied reinforcements, received secret government transfer orders.

Then they grabbed Leon and, with the Gun Shop Owner's sponsorship, loaded up on gear and drove to the police headquarters.

It seemed Mayor Warren's reach was long indeed—he even had his own people in the military and police.

Kevin let out a sigh of relief, turned sideways, and flopped down, drowsily preparing to rest on the sofa for a while.

Tonight, the sofa's pillow was really comfortable—smooth and springy, with even a faint pleasant scent that quickly lulled him to sleep.

The mayor's daughter, Catherine, had a special status, so she was lucky enough to snag the only spare bedroom in the owner Robert's house.

The Matt siblings, exhausted from running around all day and night, couldn't hold out either and chose to sleep in the car outside the gun shop, doubling as lookouts in case of trouble.

At this point, Claire, who had rested all day and was still full of energy, naturally took on the dual task of looking after the little girl Angela and keeping an eye on Mayor Warren's movements.

As for that certain fox-like female agent, she had her own task too.

Like, putting the commander to sleep...

Ada gently smoothed the messy strands of hair by Kevin's ear, humming a soft lullaby between her lips, her flat lap adjusting to find the most comfortable position for the back of the boy's head.

The smile in the female agent's eyes as she gazed at the sleeping boy made Claire mistakenly think that this pair of "dogs and bitches" with their not-so-simple relationship needed some alone time, so she focused her attention on the mayor.

The long night stretched on, a time for all things to rest, but tonight the RPD station and the suburban military camp in Raccoon City were clearly not so peaceful.

But the commotion, mixed with a few gunshots, was quickly suppressed.

None of it woke the American citizens, who were used to such things.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!" The ancient, distant chime of the clock startled Mayor Warren, who had been silently reciting a prayer in his heart.

Seven o'clock! He took off his slightly foggy reading glasses; his eyes, having stayed up all night, were bloodshot and weary.

Outside, it was already bright, with early risers faintly jogging on the streets.

As the last phone message came in, Mayor Warren slowly closed his book, his heart at ease.

The melodious chime also startled Kevin awake. He sat up in a daze, his eyes still unfocused.

"Everything is under control. It's done!"

As the boy heard Mayor Warren's calm whisper echo in his mind, the drowsiness swept away the consciousness he'd barely managed to claw back.

Sleep a little longer... Kevin instinctively dropped his head, but as the angle shifted and his head pressed down, he felt a soft, springy sensation beneath him.

Now fully awake, Kevin jumped up on reflex, turning to stare in shock at Ada Wong sitting upright on the sofa—or more precisely, at her 36D assets.

Holy shit! When did this woman sneak over?!

Not only had he slept on her, but he'd touched something he shouldn't have! He was dead!

"Awake? Want some milk?"

Kevin's gaze instinctively dropped to Ada's 36Ds, a lewd thought surfacing.

Right now, this female agent—clearly the one who'd been taken advantage of—rose with a blooming smile, took a carton of milk from the fridge, tore open the packaging, poured it into a glass, and handed it over.

Nothing good comes from sudden kindness!

Though Kevin accepted the milk with a dry laugh, his inner guard toward the female agent's unusual behavior shot up.

"The search-and-rescue team will be jointly assembled from the police, the military, and the Umbrella Corporation. They'll collaborate to investigate the underground Hive. It should be fully gathered by ten in the morning."

At that moment, Mayor Warren lit the last cigarette from his pack, took a slow drag to briefly revive his tired nerves, and turned to update his ally on the progress.

Then, as if to show goodwill, Mayor Warren added a supplementary note.

"Among the three mixed squads, you're the commander of the first squad and the temporary consultant for special operations. Your identity is jointly guaranteed by the government and the police. As for the team members, you pick them yourself."

Kevin's lips curled slightly. He was fairly satisfied with Mayor Warren's olive branch.

But suddenly, a burning gaze from behind made him feel like needles were pricking his back.

When the boy turned around and noticed Ada pursing her seductive red lips and the cryptic smile in her eyes, he instantly understood.

"Don't worry, you'll be in the team going into the underground Hive. But you'd better behave, OK?"

Kevin helplessly rubbed his forehead, pulled Ada aside, and whispered a promise to this overly clever woman.

But he would never admit he'd already planned to tuck Ada into the squad.

He'd taken advantage of this thorny rose—best keep his mouth shut.

"Did you get the car back?"

Just as Mayor Warren and Kevin were about to further discuss the operation details, Claire rushed down the stairs with an anxious expression and asked them.

"Not yet. Probably around ten. What's wrong?"

"Emma has a high fever, and there are red rashes all over her body. I need to get her to the hospital as soon as possible!"

The shop owner Robert, following close behind with his daughter in his arms, spoke urgently, his gaze toward the girl full of guilt and pity.

"Don't panic. First, see if any neighbors have a car we can borrow."

Kevin turned and walked out of the basement, pulling open the curtains to check which neighbor had opened their door early and had a spare vehicle.

"Forget it, we can use the truck outside. Claire, could you hold Emma for me on the way?"

His daughter's nonstop coughing made Robert anxious, so he chose the bulky truck as their transport.

"No need. It's too late!"

At that moment, Kevin stood blocking the doorway, his face pale, the shadows in his eyes thick and terrifying.

"She doesn't have a cold at all..."

"The end is here!"

Following Kevin's pointing finger, everyone saw that the once peaceful Raccoon City now had streets filled with people wearing masks or driving vehicles, rushing to hospitals and pharmacies.

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Section 28 Chapter 27: Doctor, Time to Treat the Sick.

"Maybe it's some other infectious disease..."

"At this time of year, a large-scale flu outbreak is pretty common!"

Mayor Warren, the one who least wanted things to worsen, instinctively refused to accept Kevin's conclusion.

Kevin's face was terrifyingly dark, but in the face of crisis, keeping a cool head was paramount. He took a deep breath and analyzed calmly.

"Even if it's an infectious disease, there has to be a gradual process. It's impossible for so many patients to appear overnight!"

"And without any warning!"

"Stop fooling yourself. Fever, rashes, cold symptoms—and people are already hoarding food..."

"Combine these symptoms with the notebook in Director Alons' hands, and you should guess what this thing really is."

The T-Virus! It really had broken out!

Mayor Warren watched some citizens acting like maniacs, storming into department stores to buy food, and his face turned pale. His earlier wishful thinking finally gave way to fear and dread of the future.

In the chaotic store, some impatient customers even tore open packages of ham, canned beef, potato chips, and other food right off the shelves, stuffing them into their mouths and gulping them down.

It was over! Raccoon City was finished! A thread of despair coiled in Mayor Warren's heart.

Last night, when Kevin revealed that the T-Virus developed by Umbrella Corporation was likely to break out—even though this probability was magnified infinitely by various existing conditions—Mayor Warren initially did not truly take it to heart.

Weighing the pros and cons and calculating how much profit he could extract was the first question that came to mind for a political creature like him.

But once the crisis erupted, he instantly became panicked and fearful, instinctively casting a pleading gaze toward the only young boy he could rely on.

In reality, Kevin had already confirmed that the T-Virus was beginning to spread, because the Apocalypse Combat Data Template had started showing new classifications when scanning the residents on the streets.

Item: T-Virus Infected (Incubation Period: 12-24 hours, varies)
Affiliation: Virus Strain (Semi-Transformation)
Rank: D- (Below 50, below normal human level)
Strength: 12 (Human Protection Mechanism gradually fading)
Physique: 8 (Immune system being destroyed)
Agility: 8 (Early infection, reduced coordination)
Intelligence: 10 (Clouded mind, but basic cognition retained)
Perception: 10 (Reduced perception of the outside world)
Overall Stats: 48
Warning: Calamity has descended, Doctor. Heal this world!

Reflected in Kevin's pupils, nearly a third of Raccoon City's residents were already showing symptoms of infection.

And these transforming Virus Strains had become malignant tumors spreading to every corner of the world!