This World Is Seriously Ill

Otherwise, with such a high casualty rate at that time, he really didn't know where he would find people to fool into joining the BSAA's field operations department.

Secondly, there wouldn't be too much conflict between the Raccoon City Police Department faction and the Umbrella Squad faction, allowing them to maintain relative independence.

But in a military camp where strength talks, there will always be some troublemakers who like to show off their presence.

For example, Chris, who stepped forward...

"Then who are the team leaders? I'd like to have a friendly spar with him..."

Since they were team members, the team leader must be someone else.

Although Chris was grateful to Kevin for saving Raccoon City and collecting evidence of the Umbrella Corporation's crimes.

However, when his former teammates all obeyed this useless pretty boy without question, he was obviously a little unhappy.

This proud and fierce warrior was clearly different from Rebecca, and he didn't have any life-or-death friendship with the Commander in Raccoon City.

Therefore, it would be difficult to make him submit...

Kevin smiled and raised his hand, signaling Chris to calm down.

That brilliant smile sent a chill down the spines of everyone present who was familiar with the Commander.

"You want to spar? What a coincidence, I was just about to explain the upcoming training..."

"To help you all get along better, I've specifically chosen an instructor for you."

"You can challenge her at any time, and she will decide the changes in your positions based on your assessment results over the next half month."

"If your skills can satisfy the instructor, then you can choose your position."

The people from Raccoon City looked at the person walking gracefully towards them, and it seemed to remind them of some unpleasant memories, causing their faces to turn pale.

"As a start to welcoming you, let's play a game to relax."

"The game is called - Hide-and-Seek..."

There's a derelict industrial zone 1000 meters ahead. You have 30 minutes to get there and hide.

"Of course, your rifles are loaded with live ammunition, and you can use any method to stop the instructor's search."

"Please try to last until noon without being discovered."

"Otherwise, the losers will be responsible for cleaning the stables at Crawford Manor every night."

Kevin solemnly introduced the game rules to everyone, his joyful expression appearing like a devil's smile in their eyes.

"Can we use any method?"

Chris stretched his wrists and drew the combat dagger from his leg, curiously sharpening its edge.

This kid is finished!

We are also finished!

Barry looked at them with pity, as if he could already see the painful scene of them all bending over and cleaning up manure that night.

I like new recruits with this kind of challenging spirit, Kevin smiled and nodded, giving Chris an encouraging look.

"Finally, I wish you all a good time..."

At the Commander's order, the old Raccoon City crew scattered and fled in all directions without looking back, each seeking their own survival, leaving only the full of confidence Chris standing in place.

"What should I do?"

Alice, also in a black combat suit, tilted her head and asked the Commander beside her.

Kevin smiled slyly, "After all, they're all old acquaintances, and you'll see each other around. Go easy on them."

Then, the Commander added faintly, "As long as you don't kill them, beat them to your heart's content..."

In the future, you will encounter disasters far beyond the Biohazard Crisis. Train with tears, bleed less on the battlefield.

Am I really too kind?

Just as Kevin was sighing about the fate of the group, 30 minutes quickly passed, and the sound of violent impacts echoed through the training ground first.

Tsk, your face is all swollen, can't talk now, right?

Fortunately, I'm a democratic person. I let you talk as much as you wanted back then because you could talk.

In just a few dozen seconds, the poor child, who looked like he had been ravaged by a group of burly men, lay on the ground and happily fainted.

As Alice leisurely walked into the abandoned industrial area, a constant stream of booby traps and ambushes, coupled with sudden sniper fire, made the place lively.

Afterward, the wails and screams made Kevin feel happy.

15 minutes later, a group of bruised and battered remnants were thrown onto the training ground one by one.

"Originally, I wanted to arrange a banquet for everyone to get acquainted."

"But, given Chris's suggestion, I think my previous idea was too hasty."

"Indeed, a game that leaves a deep impression is the most suitable for you."

Kevin, holding a cup of black tea, approached with a smile, even not forgetting to add insult to injury to the physically and mentally injured group.

The group couldn't help but prepare to glare angrily at a certain troublemaker who had actively jumped out.

After looking around for seven or eight laps, they finally identified the unlucky guy whose face was swollen like a pig's.

Hiss… Seeing the miserable state of this guy, everyone suddenly felt a bit reluctant.

"Tsk tsk, 15 minutes, not enough stamina..."

"Let's retest in three days, at least aim to last for the average of 30 minutes, right?"

After the jokes, the Commander, pacing in front of everyone, put on a serious expression.

"Everyone, you are the elites of your respective departments. On the combat level alone, I, a mere half-baked expert, naturally cannot teach you anything."

"However, the enemies we face are not those indigenous people in Africa who treat shooting as a mystical art; nor are they foreign troops more elite than you."

"Even more so, they cannot be called 'human'..."

"Therefore, we can only exchange experience for practical combat."

"How to last thirty minutes under Alice, this is the task you need to complete before your next mission arrives!"

Everyone pondered, vaguely understanding the Commander's good intentions. The resentment from being beaten up for no reason also dissipated quite a bit.

"Hey, what you wanted is here!"

Just as someone with dark thoughts continued to brainwash these fooled individuals, Lara, riding a warhorse, dismounted with a standard and aesthetically pleasing move.

Immediately, a document bag was casually tossed to the Commander by the Countess.

Finally, it's coming...

Hopefully, everything isn't as bad as imagined...

ps: The future twists and turns will probably surprise you.

It seems like I can see it tomorrow.

Section 61 Chapter 58 "Doctor" Opens for Business

In the office, Kevin fiddled with the thick stack of papers in the document bag, his gaze uncertain.

"Near London, all information related to those few keywords is in here..."

"I put in a lot of effort to investigate it thoroughly. Aren't you going to open it and take a look?"

Lara leaned against the swivel chair, her long legs crossed elegantly in front of the desk, a posture that was quite unladylike.

The Countess was also tight-lipped about the document bag the Commander was currently holding.

Seven days ago, Kevin had secretly met with Lara, hoping she could mobilize the Crawford family's power to gather certain intelligence.

All the Commander provided to the Countess were just a few short keywords.

"Yharnam..."

"Dunwich..."

"Blood Healing..."

"Avalon Island..."

"Holy Grail..."

But based on these simple keywords, Lara found numerous documents with subtle connections to them.

It seemed she was slowly lifting the veil on the unknown entities surrounding Britain.

That's right, the potential threats near Britain, this was what Kevin was worried about...

He didn't like too many supernatural variables interfering with some of his plans.

Since he intended to make Surrey County his base of operations, investigating the nearby safety conditions had to be put on the agenda.

The Commander didn't want to be turned into a pulp by some Calamity-type creature popping out of a dark corner while he was developing himself stealthily.

Although he had obtained the relevant documents he wanted, the closer he got to the truth, the more intense the needle-like pain in his brow felt.

"Host, [Apocalypse] 0001 reminds you, do not pursue the answer before you are adequately prepared..."

Just as Kevin hesitated, the cold mechanical voice in his mind sounded again.

Ever since this thing assimilated the motherboard of [Red Queen], it had been silent, as if entering some kind of information integration state.

The Commander slowly withdrew his right hand, closed his eyes, and questioned in his mind.

"What's the reason? Be specific..."

[Apocalypse]'s unique synthesized electronic voice echoed in Kevin's mind.

"In our long-term research, we, the Divine River Civilization, have observed the evolutionary history of many planetary civilizations..."

"Under normal circumstances, Calamity Viruses are incompatible with each other and are buried separately at different nodes of civilization development. Only when a trigger appears do they have the opportunity to take root and sprout."

"However, in the Chiwu star system, the rules have been completely overturned!"

"More than ten types of Calamity Viruses are evenly distributed across the world, interconnected yet also in conflict."

"Therefore, they are cleverly sealed in fixed areas by the mysterious will of the world, utilizing this characteristic, and maintaining a delicate balance among themselves."

Kevin pondered, he finally understood what those so-called "sister cities" were.

[Apocalypse] paused, seemingly confirming a new logical algorithm.

"So, within these peculiar cities, their timelines are jumbled, and information about the Calamity Virus is mixed..."

"You never know what unknown entity you might summon by inadvertently tugging on a single thread!"

"Even more terrifying is that we originate from outside this world. Although we've registered and been documented, our fundamental nature cannot be changed."

"Therefore, the dissonance we carry makes it easier to trigger outbreaks of the Calamity Virus, and even induce its evolution!"

Kevin slowly opened his eyes in silence, glancing at the Tomb Raider before him, his heart calmly acknowledging [Apocalypse]'s assessment.

"Like how I eliminated the Biohazard Crisis in Raccoon City, only to end up on Lara's doorstep?"

"So, you don't want me to pursue the truth too deeply, to avoid triggering a more dangerous outbreak of the Calamity Virus?"

Indeed, although the Biohazard Crisis in Raccoon City had been eradicated without a trace.

However, the number of mutants, the strength of enemy forces, and even the "unlocking" of multiple "teammate killers," along with the appearance of the G-Virus, all served to confirm this viewpoint.

But the Commander clearly didn't realize that his series of actions in Raccoon City had led him not just to the doorstep of the Tomb Raider.

[Apocalypse] was very satisfied with the host's perceptiveness.

"And the World Will, in order to protect the majority of life, adheres to the principle of 'ignorance is bliss'."

"In other words, if you don't deliberately seek out the existence of high-level Calamity Viruses, the World Will will restrain them to the greatest extent possible."

"But if, due to your blind actions, you prematurely activate high-level Calamity Viruses, or even induce their rampant evolution..."

"I fear that even if the World Will itself descended, it would be powerless to turn the tide..."

After carefully mulling over [Apocalypse]'s words, Kevin drew some general conclusions.

First, after perfectly removing that cancerous growth in Raccoon City, he was now considered an officially recognized "licensed physician" (by the World Will), permitted to operate legally with certification.