This World Is Seriously Ill

Fortunately, the girl was quite sensible. Even if she didn't have Leon on her mind, faced with Kevin's arrangement, she took Angela's hand and nodded earnestly.

"So, are you ready to die gloriously with me, the esteemed Miss Ada Wong?"

When everything was ready, Kevin smiled, bent at the waist, and extended his hand in an invitation to the female agent.

Ada Wong chuckled softly, then placed her hand in Kevin's palm, her poised and noble demeanor like that of a born royal princess.

"If you dropped a bit of the pretentiousness and hypocrisy, you'd almost look like a hero stepping up in a crisis..."

Kevin pushed open the basement door, grinning to reveal a neat row of eight white teeth.

"Tempted?"

The female agent put on her sunglasses, took her sidearm from shopkeeper Robert, and turned to Kevin with a charming smile.

"Too bad. You're a bit too green for me. Not my type."

Laughing, the two climbed into the truck and gradually faded into the distance.

Born without fear, stepping up in danger.

Maybe that's what a hero really is...

Come to think of it, it kind of fits...

Mayor Warren's originally taut nerves slowly relaxed, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips. His own war was about to begin.

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Chapter 30: Section 29—Thanks to Uncle San Guang for Not Killing Me

Raccoon City Police Department Lobby.

Three teams, dispatched by the military, the police department, and Umbrella Corporation respectively, had now assembled after receiving orders from above.

The military unit was fully equipped, but their faces were unfamiliar, with little trace of Umbrella Corporation's influence.

Clearly, Mayor Warren's political allies weren't being entirely honest either.

On the police side, the main members were Barry, Jill, Leon, and Ada—all carefully selected loyalists of Kevin's.

Though they were the smallest in number, each of them was practically someone who could survive until the very end.

As for Umbrella's side, they sported the standard Octopus Face Masks and black Nano-suits.

What surprised Kevin even more was that this bunch of big shots were all old acquaintances of his.

"Hey, Captain James, and Rain? Long time no see. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you..."

His obviously perfunctory greeting naturally earned him a round of eye-rolls.

Sending them over? Was Umbrella giving up on treatment?

Kevin had no intention of provoking these Umbrella field agents, who had once guarded and monitored Dr. Charles's family, but they weren't the slick elite like U.S.S.

This was the overt security department, clearly not privy to Umbrella's deeper secrets.

So, aside from a few like Jill and Barry, who had encountered bioweapons and understood what the T-Virus meant, the rest of these unruly soldiers were clearly a bunch of disastrous teammates before they grasped the full situation.

Kevin casually crumpled the letter of appointment he'd shown into a ball of wastepaper and Tucked It Into his waistband.

Then, the boy, who exuded zero authority, faced the crowd and bared his stark white teeth in a grin.

"I can't be bothered with pep talk bullshit. You just need to remember one thing."

"Want to live? Do as I say!"

With a nod from the commander, the three Black Hawk helicopters tasked with transporting everyone fired up their engines, ready for takeoff. The three teams boarded their respective vehicles one after another.

Kevin, meanwhile, had Jill and Barry, who knew the police station well, haul out a pile of miscellaneous unconventional weapons from the armory.

Once everything was set, the commander had just stepped one foot into the helicopter's cabin when he noticed a certain young man with a middle-parted blond hairstyle grinning stupidly at him.

The boy jolted, then stepped forward with a smile and patted "Middle Part" on the shoulder, his expression warm.

"Be good. I'm giving you a tough mission..."

"Move out!"

Moments later, at the commander's order, three military-green armed helicopters roared into the sky with the thunder of their rotors.

Inside the helicopter, Leon, facing a group of disdainful American soldiers, could only force a faint, friendly smile.

The captain said I need to monitor and screen these people, to confirm if any Umbrella agents have infiltrated.

I have to complete the mission flawlessly, to live up to his expectations!

That's Right, since That Time's setup, Mayor Warren, as a gesture of goodwill, had promoted all the contributors.

Leon had also transformed from a low-level patrolman into a senior officer.

At this moment, Kevin took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief like he'd narrowly escaped disaster.

Finally got that ticking time bomb fooled into leaving. Let him go plague whoever—at least it's safer than having him by my side!

Still, it shouldn't be that coincidental, right?

Shaking his head to clear the chaotic thoughts from his mind, Kevin overlooked Raccoon City through the helicopter's glass window.

Though it had started with T-Virus Infected going on shopping sprees and storming pharmacies, as police and out-of-town garrison troops flooded the streets to maintain order, the chaos gradually subsided.

The city's broadcast and public communication channels began nonstop announcements about the "flu's" high contagiousness and measures to take after symptoms appeared.

And what Kevin hadn't expected was that while this mayor was indecisive when making decisions, once he acted, his methods were surprisingly formidable.

Because Mayor Warren had not only accomplished the difficult task of stabilizing the situation but had also pulled together quarantined young volunteers to serve as temporary "auxiliary police" to help maintain public order.

Beyond that, through the helicopter's glass, he could faintly see some combat engineers planting explosives at Blackstone Bridge and other key transport hubs.

As Raccoon City's outline gradually blurred with the roar of the rotors, the oppressive, eerie atmosphere of the Acre Mountains rushed toward them.

"Coordinates confirmed. Estimated arrival at The Hive entrance—the surface castle—in 10 minutes. Everyone, prepare for vertical landing!"

After the three armed helicopters confirmed their positions with each other, the pilots issued the announcement.

Here we are! After one final check of his gear, Kevin looked down at the dark, deathly silent castle and slowly exhaled the stale air from his lungs.

See, I told you! Reality and stories always have some differences. No matter how unlucky that kid Leon is, can he really defy heaven?

As the RPD members landed one by one, the commander, sliding down the rope ladder, saw everything calm and peaceful and felt deeply relieved.

But just as he shook his head with a light laugh, the corner of his eye caught a military-green object streaking across the sky with a long fiery tail.

"RPG! RPG!" The pilot's terrified scream made Kevin instinctively let go of the rope from two meters up, drop straight down, roll on the ground, and charge into the castle.

The three armed helicopters immediately pulled up, and the rescue personnel still hanging on the ropes swayed like grasshoppers caught in a gale.

"Boom!" One of the military helicopters carrying the most people couldn't dodge in time and took a rocket-propelled grenade directly to the tail rotor.

Under the violent explosion, the Black Hawk helicopter wobbled, trailing black smoke, and plunged headfirst into the nearby dense forest.

Instantly, orange-red flames shot into the sky, and even the ammunition in the fuel tank detonated, splattering patches of greenish mud in all directions.

"Another one! Evade! Evade!"

A second rocket from deep in the forest sent the remaining two pilots' souls fleeing in terror. They immediately cut the ropes, abandoned the personnel they were carrying, yanked the control sticks, and dodged the attack.

Luckily, this time they were prepared, and both armed helicopters narrowly avoided the rocket.

But after two sudden ambushes, the two surviving pilots didn't dare linger a second longer. They drove the helicopters straight back toward Raccoon City without looking back.

"Don't pursue! Get into the castle, now!"

Kevin saw the Umbrella Squad, led by the black man James, fired up and ready to charge into the forest to find the attacker. He waved his hand and roared.

Because... that thing... wasn't human!

Though the glimpse from afar had been blurry, the tall frame, the grayish skin, and the various weapons mounted on its Black Trench Coat all told Kevin exactly what it was.

The Pursuer! Also known as Nemesis, a special variant of the Tyrant. It could handle basic firearms, carried rocket launchers, and had devastating killing power!

Wanting to play a chase game in the jungle with that thing—wielding a Vulcan Cannon and shouldering an RPG—he figured all three teams combined might not even be enough to fill its teeth.

Sure, the two armed helicopters had fled, cutting off their transport link to Raccoon City, but with satellite phones in hand, that wasn't a problem.

The silver lining was that only the military helicopter carrying the most people—along with those American soldiers—had gone to hell to have tea with Satan. James's Umbrella Squad and his own police unit had taken no losses.

"That was close! I almost didn't get to see you guys again!"

The guy with the middle-part hairstyle, who'd been the first to jump from the crashed helicopter, stumbled into the castle covered in dust, his face full of relief at surviving the disaster.

This lucky bastard even grabbed the lone female soldier from Umbrella Squad, Rain, along the way, scoring some goodwill.

As for the rest of the crew, given the intensity of the explosion, they could skip the goodbye-to-the-body step and even save on cremation.

Kevin silently walked over, patted Leon on the shoulder, his eyes brimming with tears he could barely hold back.

What else could he say? Thank Uncle San Guang for not killing me...

PS: No matter how expensive the ride, I only take it once. Ever seen a hidden tycoon?! That's right, it's me! —by Li San Guang

Section 31, Chapter 30: Alice, Here I Come!

There wasn't much time for everyone to savor their narrow escape. Soon, heavy footsteps came from deep in the forest.

Here it comes! Staring at the figure emerging at the edge of the woods, Kevin's pupils sharply contracted, his expression more serious than ever.

With their current manpower and equipment, even facing a Tyrant, they could hold their own.

But going head-to-head with The Pursuer, who carried heavy weapons, was practically asking for death!

Name: The Pursuer (Tyrant Variant)

Affiliation: Virus Strain

Rank: C+ (Overall Stats 60-70)

Affiliation: A cutting-edge bioweapon created by Umbrella Corporation based on the T-Virus. Possesses basic intelligence. Targets locked.

Strength: 16 (Can lift approximately 15 tons)

Constitution: 20 (Basically immune to bullets below 12.7mm caliber)

Agility: 14 (Relatively good body coordination)

Wisdom: 7 (basic cognition formed)

Perception: 7 (pain sensation lost)

Overall Stats: 64

Special Ability: Regeneration (minor wounds heal quickly, but The Pursuer also shows signs of increasing aggression)

Equipment: RPG, M134 Minigun

Warning: Extremely dangerous—evacuate immediately!

Forget for a moment how effective that so-called "Regeneration" ability actually is.

The two pay-to-win weapons strapped to this thing alone are enough to blind anyone's 24-karat titanium-alloy dog eyes.

Add in the 2,000 rounds of ammo in its ammo box and the ten-round rocket-propelled grenade reload pouch slung across its body—the sheer firepower, damn...

Never mind taking out their two squads of flesh and blood—even leveling the entire Raccoon City Police Department would be a cakewalk.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

"Hiding behind a door? You wanna die? Find cover made of rock, steel, or concrete at least 20 centimeters thick!"

While everyone was still frozen in shock, Kevin's kicks and shoves, paired with his deafening roar, snapped them into instinctive obedience.

Thanks to Kevin's thorough preparation, Jill, Barry, and Leon were fully kitted out—from tactical vests and pistols to submachine guns and grenades.

Then, at their captain's signal, they mounted grenade launchers onto the front ends of their submachine guns.

And on top of that, the burly Barry was even hauling a flamethrower—one of those brutally vicious pieces of hardware.