Fortunately, the girl was quite sensible. Even though she was worried about Leon, she still took Angela's hand and nodded seriously at Kevin's arrangements.
"Then, are you ready to die gloriously alongside me, dear Miss Ada Wong?"
Once everything was ready, Kevin smiled, bent at the waist, and extended his hand to invite the female agent.
Ada Wong giggled, then placed her hand in Kevin's palm. Her reserved, noble bearing made her look like a princess born into royalty.
"If you got rid of some of that affectation and hypocrisy, you'd really look like a hero stepping forward in a crisis..."
Kevin pushed open the basement door and flashed eight neat, pearly-white teeth in a grin.
"Are you falling for me?"
The female agent put on her sunglasses, accepted her sidearm from Robert, the shop owner, and gave Kevin a seductive smile.
"Too bad you're still too young. Not my type."
The two climbed into the truck amid laughter and banter, gradually disappearing into the distance.
Fearless by nature, stepping forward in danger.
Perhaps that was what a hero truly was...
Not gonna lie, he did look the part...
Mayor Warren's tightly wound nerves gradually relaxed. A calm smile appeared at the corner of his lips. His own war was about to begin as well.
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Thanks to Uncle San Guang for Sparing My Life
Raccoon City Police Department lobby.
The three teams sent by the military, the police department, and Umbrella Corporation had all assembled after receiving their orders from above.
The military unit was fully equipped, but its members were unfamiliar faces, and there was little sign of Umbrella Corporation among them.
Clearly, Mayor Warren's political allies were not entirely trustworthy either.
On the police side, there were mainly Barry, Jill, Leon, and Ada. They were all Kevin's carefully selected trusted subordinates.
Though they had the fewest people, every one of them was basically the sort who could survive until the final chapter.
As for Umbrella, they came with the standard Octopus Face Masks and black Nano-suits.
What surprised Kevin even more was that these guys were all old acquaintances.
"Hey, Captain James, and Rain? Long time no see. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you..."
Such obviously perfunctory greetings naturally earned him nothing but eye-rolls.
They sent these people? Had Umbrella Corporation given up on treatment?
Kevin had no intention of provoking these Umbrella field operatives, who had once protected and monitored Dr. Charles's family, but they were not a skilled core unit like U.S.S.
They belonged to the public-facing security division and clearly could not have access to Umbrella Corporation's deeper secrets.
Therefore, aside from the few people like Jill and Barry who had encountered bioweapons and understood what the T-Virus meant,
the rest of these unruly soldiers were clearly going to be a bunch of useless teammates until they figured out what was really happening.
Kevin casually crumpled the letter of appointment he had displayed into a ball of wastepaper and stuffed it into his waistband.
Then the boy, who possessed no intimidating presence whatsoever, faced the group and bared his pale teeth in a grin.
"I can't be bothered to give some inspiring bullshit speech. You only need to remember one thing."
"If you want to live, listen to me!"
At the commander's nod, the three Black Hawk helicopters assigned to transport them started their engines and prepared for takeoff. The three teams boarded their respective transports one after another.
Kevin had Jill and Barry, who knew the police station well, haul a pile of miscellaneous unconventional weapons out of the armory.
Once everything was ready, the commander had barely stepped into the helicopter cabin when he suddenly discovered a young blond man with a center part pursing his lips and grinning stupidly at him.
The boy immediately shuddered, then stepped forward with a smile and patted the "center part" on the shoulder, his expression gentle.
"Be good. I'm giving you a difficult mission..."
"Move out!"
A moment later, at the commander's order, the three army-green armed helicopters shot into the sky amid the roar of their rotors.
Inside one of the helicopters, Leon looked at the group of American soldiers staring at him with obvious disdain and could only force out a friendly smile.
The captain said I was supposed to monitor and screen these people, to see whether Umbrella Corporation had infiltrated them with agents.
I have to complete the mission perfectly, so I won't let him down!
That was right. After completing that operation, Mayor Warren had promoted all of those contributors as a gesture of goodwill.
Leon had gone from the lowest-ranking police officer to a senior officer in one leap.
At that moment, Kevin took a deep breath, feeling an unexpected sense of relief at having survived a disaster.
He had finally talked that ticking time bomb into leaving. Whoever he went off to plague, at least it was safer than having him around!
Still, it couldn't possibly be that much of a coincidence, could it?
After shaking his head to clear away the chaotic thoughts, Kevin looked down at Raccoon City through the helicopter window.
Although the city had initially suffered from T-Virus Infected frantically shopping and storming pharmacies, the chaos had gradually subsided as police personnel and troops stationed outside the city poured into the streets to maintain order.
The citywide broadcasts and public communication channels had also begun continuously reporting the extreme contagiousness of the "flu" and how to respond once patients developed symptoms.
And what Kevin had not expected was that while the mayor had been indecisive when making decisions, once he put them into action, his methods proved astonishing.
Mayor Warren had not only completed the difficult task of stabilizing the city, but had even recruited quarantined young volunteers to help maintain public order as temporary auxiliary police.
Beyond that, Kevin vaguely saw engineering troops through the helicopter window planting explosives on Blackstone Bridge and other key transportation routes.
As the outline of Raccoon City gradually blurred beneath the thunder of the rotors, the gloomy, oppressive atmosphere of the Acre Mountains rushed toward them.
"Coordinates confirmed. Estimated arrival at The Hive entrance—the surface castle—in ten minutes. Please prepare for vertical descent!"
After the three armed helicopters confirmed their information with one another, the pilots issued the announcement.
They were here! After checking his equipment one last time, Kevin looked down at the dark, deathly silent castle and slowly exhaled.
I knew it! Reality and stories always had some differences. No matter how unlucky Leon was, could he really defy the heavens?
After the RPD members landed one by one, the commander descending the rope ladder saw that everything was calm and felt immense relief.
However, just as he smiled and shook his head, the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of an army-green object streaking through the air with a long trail of flame.
"RPG! RPG!" The pilot's terrified scream made Kevin instinctively release the rope from two meters up, leap down, roll across the ground, and charge into the castle.
The three armed helicopters immediately climbed higher. The rescue personnel still hanging from the ropes and not yet fully on the ground swung wildly like grasshoppers caught in a gale.
Boom! The military helicopter carrying the most personnel could not evade in time and was struck directly in the tail by the rocket.
Amid the violent explosion, the Black Hawk helicopter trailed black smoke as it wobbled and plunged headfirst into the nearby forest.
In an instant, orange-red flames shot into the sky. Even the secondary explosions from the fuel tank and ammunition flung patches of blue-green mud in every direction.
"Another one! Evade! Evade!"
Another rocket flew out from deep within the forest, terrifying the two remaining pilots out of their wits. They immediately cut the ropes, abandoned the personnel they had been carrying, pulled up on the controls, and dodged the attack.
Fortunately, this time they were prepared, and both armed helicopters narrowly avoided the rocket.
However, after those two sudden attacks, the two pilots who had escaped death did not dare remain any longer. They flew their armed helicopters straight back toward Raccoon City without looking back.
"No pursuit! Get into the castle, now!"
When Kevin saw the Umbrella Squad led by the Black Captain James grow furious and show signs of wanting to storm into the forest and drag out the attacker, he immediately waved his arms and roared.
Because... that thing... was not human!
Though his distant glimpse had been blurry, its tall body, blue-gray skin, and the assortment of weapons hanging from its black trench coat all told Kevin exactly what it was.
The Pursuer! Also known as Nemesis, a special Tyrant model capable of basic use of firearms. It carried rockets and possessed terrifying destructive power!
Trying to play a game of chase in the forest with that freak carrying a Vulcan Cannon and an RPG?
Kevin felt that even all three teams combined might not be enough to fill its teeth!
Although the two armed helicopters had fled and severed their transportation link with Raccoon City, that was not a problem as long as they had satellite phones.
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. Captain James's Umbrella Squad and Kevin's own police force had suffered no losses.
"That was close! I almost never got to see you guys again!"
The center-parted blond man, who had been the first to jump from the crashed helicopter, rushed into the castle covered in dust, his face full of relief at surviving the catastrophe.
That lucky bastard had even pulled Rain, the lone female soldier from the Umbrella Squad, along with him and seized the chance to gain some favor.
As for the other crew members, judging by the severity of the explosion, they could skip straight past saying goodbye to the bodies. There was not even anything left to cremate.
Kevin silently stepped forward and patted Leon on the shoulder, tears filling his eyes as they nearly spilled over.
What else could he say? Thanks to Uncle San Guang for sparing his life...
PS: No matter how expensive the transportation is, I only ride it once. Ever seen a hidden tycoon?! That's right, it's me! —by Leon
Alice, Here I Come!
The group had little time to celebrate surviving the disaster before heavy footsteps echoed from deep within the forest.
It was here! Kevin's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the figure emerging at the edge of the woods, his expression more serious than ever.
With their current manpower and equipment, they would not necessarily fear even a Tyrant.
But facing The Pursuer head-on while it carried heavy weapons was simply courting death!
Name: The Pursuer (Modified Tyrant) Classification: Virus Strain Rank: C+ (Overall Value 60–70) Affiliation: An advanced bioweapon created by Umbrella Corporation using the T-Virus. Possesses rudimentary intelligence and can lock onto targets Strength: 16 (Can lift approximately 15 tons) Constitution: 20 (Basically immune to gunfire below 12.7mm caliber) Agility: 14 (Relatively good bodily coordination) Intelligence: 7 (Has formed rudimentary cognition) Perception: 7 (No sense of pain) Overall Value: 64 Special Ability: Healing (Other than severe injuries, ordinary injuries can heal rapidly, though The Pursuer itself also shows berserk tendencies.) Equipment: RPG, M134 Minigun Warning: Extremely dangerous. Immediate evacuation recommended!
Never mind how effective that so-called special ability, "Healing," actually was.
The two pay-to-win weapons on its body alone were enough to blind everyone's 24K titanium alloy dog eyes.
Then there were the full two thousand rounds of ammunition in its ammo box and the ten-round rocket supply pack slung over its shoulder. That firepower was just...
Forget wiping out their two squads of flesh-and-blood humans. It could easily flatten the Raccoon City Police Department.
"Spread out! Spread out!"
"Behind the door? Do you want to die?! Find cover made of rock, steel, or concrete at least twenty centimeters thick!"
While everyone stood there in stunned shock, Kevin's kicks and punches, combined with his deafening roars, made them instinctively obey his command.
Thanks to Kevin's thorough preparations, Jill, Barry, and Leon were fully equipped with everything from tactical vests and pistols to submachine guns and grenades.
Afterward, at their captain's signal, they fitted grenade launchers onto the front ends of their submachine guns.
Even the burly Barry had a flamethrower strapped to his back, that brutal thing.
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