"I don't know what you're talking about! Get out of the way! I'm taking Emma to the hospital!"
At that moment, Robert, the shop owner who did not fully understand the situation, roughly shoved Kevin aside out of concern for his daughter and prepared to carry the unconscious Emma to the city hospital.
"I can save her! If you want her to live, listen to me!"
Kevin came to his senses and grabbed Robert by the shoulder, his voice low and restrained.
"Get lost..." The anxious father's expression turned savage. The normally gentle, easygoing man was like an enraged lion.
"If Emma doesn't get better, you can use this on me!"
Just as the shop owner fell into a furious rage, Kevin snatched Ada's handgun and casually placed it in the father's hand.
Robert froze. Though he did not understand why this kid was staking his life on it, he had vaguely sensed that his daughter's "illness" was anything but ordinary.
"Anje, sorry. I need to borrow your stuff again."
Kevin softly called Angela by her nickname. The little girl came downstairs and obediently handed over the backpack in her hands.
This thing cost far more than an ice cream cone...
With a pained expression, Kevin took out the metal case and withdrew a second green antidote from the freezing gas.
After a simple intravenous injection, the red rash on Emma's face faded considerably within just five minutes, and her breathing gradually steadied. Robert's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally began to settle.
"Uncle Kevin? Ice cream! I want ice cream!"
The little girl groggily opened her eyes. When she saw Kevin holding her, her weak voice carried astonishing vitality.
"Call me big brother!" Kevin's face darkened. He immediately flicked the little girl on the nose, then disdainfully tossed the little brat back to her father.
He decided he would eat the entire box of strawberry ice cream cones that had been placed in the freezer yesterday all by himself!
Antidote! Mayor Warren stared blankly at the glass vial with its spiral structure, his heart pounding.
Kevin casually tossed the vial containing only a little antidote residue to Mayor Warren. Then he took a deep breath and began making the next set of arrangements.
"First, control the spread of infection!"
"From this moment on, order the garrison to immediately seal every entrance and exit in Raccoon City. No one is allowed in or out—not even a pigeon!"
Mayor Warren nodded in agreement. He casually tore a blank page from the Bible, picked up a black pen, and diligently took notes.
False believer! Claire was speechless at the mayor's desecration of the Bible.
Clearly, expecting a profit-driven politician to possess devout faith was simply absurd.
"Second, calm the public and announce preventive measures!"
"Order the radio stations and public broadcasts to notify the entire city that a new strain of influenza has spread through Raccoon City. Patients will develop a series of symptoms within a short period, including colds, rashes, and fever!"
"The incubation period will be around twelve to twenty-four hours. Once symptoms break out, patients will become delirious and highly aggressive. Aim for the head and kill them on the spot!"
"Also, bodily fluids are the most direct and rapid means of transmission. Whatever you do, don't let the patients bite you!"
Mayor Warren's brow furrowed deeply.
Though he seemed to want to say something, his note-taking never stopped.
"Third, immediately establish quarantine zones. Mobilize medical staff, police, and military personnel to conduct citywide screening. Anyone showing similar symptoms must be isolated and contained at once!"
"Besides that, impose martial law across the entire city. Residents found healthy after screening must remain at home and await further notice. If they go outside, they must be screened and registered again!"
Mayor Warren could not fully accept Kevin's second and third orders.
"This could cause panic among the residents. Shooting infected people on sight is too cruel, and surely some family members will refuse to leave one another. These measures will be difficult to implement!"
Kevin slammed a fist onto the table and roared with a cold face.
"Implement my ass! I'm telling you to enforce them! Do you think the military and the police riot units are carrying fire pokers?!"
"The people of Raccoon City are about to die out, and you still have the mood to worry about votes?!"
But in the end, the boy took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and proposed a definite, workable compromise.
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"Fine, we don't have to shoot them..."
"Simply designate the sparsely populated eastern district as an emergency quarantine zone. After relocating its original residents, everyone showing symptoms of T-Virus infection must be contained in the eastern district!"
"After explaining the virus's contagious nature, if family members refuse to be separated, allow them to enter the eastern district!"
Mayor Warren had a headache. Allowing those unwilling to leave their families to enter the eastern district was equivalent to abandoning them as well.
The price was simply too high.
"Is there no other way? For example, releasing information about the T-Virus?"
Kevin had had enough of this politician's hesitation and calculations. He grabbed the man by the collar, shoved him against the wall, and cursed furiously.
"Release information about the T-Virus? Raccoon City has a population of one hundred thousand! Nearly every household has guns. Once they learn the truth, what do you think will happen?"
"They'll do everything they can to vent their fear and anger! Are you trying to encourage a riot?! Idiot!"
"If chaos spreads, then trying to restore order with only the garrison outside the city and the people at the police station—I guarantee that even if you throw them all in, they won't make the slightest ripple!"
"Even if they raze Umbrella Corporation to the ground, what then? Who will they turn their anger toward next?"
"Don't forget which big shot gave Umbrella Corporation the green light every step of the way!"
"And if these T-Virus carriers leave the city overnight and spread through the transport network into other states..."
"By then, even if Washington crawls out of its coffin, not even Jesus coming down to earth could save America!"
Having recognized reality, Mayor Warren finally accepted the tense situation with an ashen face and gave Kevin unconditional support for all his arrangements.
After all, Kevin was a senior agent affiliated with the "Bio-Terrorism Defense and Assessment Alliance." In terms of experience, he completely outclassed everyone present.
"Remember, completely seal off the eastern district. People may enter, but no one may leave. Don't let even a fly escape!"
"If anyone tries to force their way through, shoot them on sight!"
Even after hearing those chillingly bloody words, Mayor Warren could only nod numbly.
After all, it was the relatives' right to enter the eastern district and care for the sick.
But everyone had to pay for their choices, and he had to consider the safety of all Raccoon City!
"By the way, how many stray cats and dogs are there in Raccoon City?"
Kevin looked at several little animals searching through a garbage bin for food outside the window. Seemingly recalling something, his expression suddenly changed.
"Raccoon City is close to the Acre Mountains, and the surrounding terrain is complicated. On top of that, shelters have limited space. There are at least a thousand stray cats and dogs roaming outside..."
"What is it? Is there a problem?"
Having calmed down, Mayor Warren displayed the steadiness of a politician and seriously raised a question about Kevin's words.
Was there a problem? There was a huge fucking problem!
Kevin sucked in a cold breath. In his memories from his previous life, the film Biohazard Crisis 2 had not placed much emphasis on the issue of stray cats and dogs.
But reality was often vastly different from art. Animals infected with the T-Virus possessed greater agility and lethality than humans.
Forget a thousand infected zombie cats and dogs—even a few hundred would be enough to slaughter the fully armed Raccoon City Police Department ten times over!
Thinking of the Raccoon City garrison being hunted down by packs of zombie cats and dogs once the T-Virus fully erupted, Kevin did not find it funny in the slightest. Instead, a chill ran down his spine.
"Order the Raccoon City Police Department to mobilize personnel and immediately hunt down and kill all stray cats and dogs in the city showing similar symptoms!"
"When necessary, kill by mistake rather than let any slip through!"
At Kevin's stern demand, Mayor Warren nodded without objection, but asked the boy in a consultative tone.
"If we take the T-Virus's infection of animals into account, more than a dozen zoos in Raccoon City need to be inspected. There are also quite a few retired police dogs in the RPD..."
"So, for such a large-scale operation, we need an appropriate reason."
I did overlook the zoos...
A trace of surprise appeared in Kevin's eyes. He was beginning to appreciate Mayor Warren somewhat.
"Just say... this new strain of influenza is transmitted from animals to humans, and they are the original source of infection..."
Without the slightest psychological burden, the boy dumped the blame for the T-Virus onto the innocent animals.
Then, the last shred of his conscience made him alter the initial kill order.
"Don't rush to deal with these infected animals for now. First, throw them into the eastern district and keep them contained. The place is big enough anyway."
As the fingers of his right hand tapped rhythmically against the tabletop, Kevin smiled faintly, as though he had thought of some good news.
"Fourth, accelerate antidote development."
"I recommend placing Dr. Charles and his family under government protection, and requisitioning Umbrella Corporation's ground-level branch research facility in Raccoon City by official order."
Right! The developer of the T-Virus was already on our side. As long as they had enough time and materials, they might be able to mass-produce it.
Even taking the worst-case scenario, even if they achieved nothing, simply releasing news of a "vaccine" formula could absolutely stabilize the public.
So long as there was even the faintest hope, people would not choose to take desperate risks.
At that thought, Mayor Warren could not help but let out a breath and rekindle hope for the future.
A politician's wishful thinking! Kevin shook his head slightly. He had always been accustomed to planning for the worst, which was why he had not become helpless even in their current desperate situation.
But no matter what, Dr. Charles and his family's safety could now be guaranteed.
"Also, if the antidote is produced, prioritize frontline forces first, then government officials. Do not distribute it privately!"
The raw materials needed for the antidote were theoretically rather rare. Even if it could be mass-produced, there definitely would not be much of it.
Good steel had to be used on the blade. Thus, the frontline forces responsible for maintaining stability and government officials could not be allowed to fall.
Mayor Warren nodded slightly and raised no objections.
"Fifth, immediately order the rescue teams to report to the Raccoon City Police Department. No later than eight o'clock—if we have to die, we die there!"
"We'll set out immediately. If no news comes by eight tonight, you must lead the uninfected out of Raccoon City!"
"Remember to organize armored units for the rear guard. Ordinary police and soldiers simply cannot stand against the Corpse Tide!"
"When necessary, blow up every bridge and road!"
This make-or-break determination left Mayor Warren shocked, and his heart became uneasy once more.
"By the way, do you have any friends in Congress or the Pentagon?"
Kevin, who seemed completely unconcerned, tapped his own head with a curled finger, threw an arm around Mayor Warren's shoulders, and quietly asked.
"Yes!" After a brief silence, Mayor Warren felt an inexplicable surge of excitement and gave an unreserved affirmative answer.
Political creatures—who didn't have some sort of network?
As long as you threw out a big enough piece of cheese, even those American gentlemen within the party who had only met you once would smell it and dig up your ancestors to claim kinship.
"After withdrawing far enough away, remember to order some Tomahawk Takeout to clean up the surface."
The half-joking tone made Mayor Warren's pupils contract sharply.
Of course, he understood Kevin's meaning: call the military and the president, use nuclear weapons to bomb Raccoon City, and completely wipe out the zombies and the T-Virus within.
But using nuclear weapons to bomb their own soil was too horrifying. He had never even considered such a deranged operation.
"Let's hope it's takeout you order yourselves, rather than Umbrella Corporation's deliverymen bringing it to your door before you leave..."
Hearing Kevin mutter those words, Mayor Warren's heart began pounding wildly again.
A single nuclear bomb could destroy nearly all the evidence. It was quite cost-effective...
It was not impossible! Cold sweat beaded densely across the mayor's wrinkled forehead.
"Claire, you and the Matt siblings will be responsible for taking care of Dr. Charles's family."
"If the situation worsens, take them to London, England, and tell your brother Chris."
"These people have evidence that can shut down Umbrella Corporation, as well as the antidote formula!"
Not entirely trusting the government, Kevin leaned close to Claire and whispered before leaving, setting aside one final contingency.
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