This World Is Seriously Ill

A six-person team, wearing octopus-faced masks and tactical vests, sat inside an armored vehicle to begin secret talks.

"Currently, the company has played all its cards, and still can't satisfy the appetites of those vampires in the military."

"Therefore, the higher-ups have decided to send the Wolf Pack Squad to collect new virus samples from Toko City..."

"And, if necessary, replicate some important experimental data..."

"This will become our bargaining chip in the game with the military. After all, on this free land of North America, only interests are eternal..."

Wolf Mom Ruper, looking somewhat haggard, explained the mission's importance to veteran team members "Grim Reaper" Hank and "Four Eyes" Kyoko Yamaya, as well as three new recruits.

Compared to Hank and Kyoko Yamaya's calm demeanor, these newcomers, transferred from other regions, though skilled, appeared somewhat arrogant.

"Alright, if this mission is completed successfully, the company will grant all members of the Wolf Pack Squad permanent paid leave."

Compared to the previous cautious instructions, the generous rewards promised by the Umbrella Corporation upon mission completion were clearly more appealing to them.

Idiots! No matter how much money or how good the conditions, it's only for the living...

Following the company's usual MO, those high-ranking cannibals won't spend money to support a list of deceased personnel.

The Umbrella Corporation has truly fallen, even sending these unqualified mercenaries into battle.

Ruper, Hank, and Kyoko Yamaya felt a sense of melancholy, and their outlook on this mission was quite pessimistic.

After all, according to reliable intelligence, the elite forces deployed to Toko City included not only the special task force of their old rival, BSAA, but also behemoths like Anti-Entropy and Schicksal had already made their move.

Furthermore, this virus crisis seemed to have a connection with Umbrella's leaked new T-Virus weapon.

Once the Umbrella Corporation's dirty dealings with those lunatics from the Holy Trinity Church were exposed, Umbrella, already with a questionable past, would inevitably be attacked by all sides.

Therefore, their mission here also included destroying evidence.

But the problem was, they seemed to be the weakest ones...

Hopefully, everything goes smoothly.

Wolf Mom Ruper opened her necklace, took a deep look at the photo of her daughter, and then resumed her calm and efficient demeanor, waving for the Wolf Pack Squad to move out.

Unlike her daughter, who was confined within the Umbrella Corporation, Ruper, Hank, and Kyoko Yamaya, who had relative freedom, felt a faint waver in their hearts.

Perhaps it's time to find a new job...

However, as the armored vehicle slowly advanced, the group failed to notice a blonde man with a slicked-back hairstyle and sunglasses quietly emerge from the shadows.

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Section 72, Chapter 69: A Female Driver's Driving Guide

"Who the hell is driving this thing?! Are you trying to die?! Drive steadily!"

Kevin, temporarily secured to the roof of the vehicle, broke out in a cold sweat. Through the gaps, he roared into the cabin.

The bus he was on, driven by a certain female driver, had been piloted with the ferocity of an M1 Abrams Tank.

Whether it was the zombies swarming around or the abandoned vehicles blocking the road, they were all crushed without hesitation.

As a result, the vehicle sped forward while shaking violently, nearly flipping over several times.

The blonde female driver seemed to realize that the somewhat deformed shell of the bus couldn't withstand many impacts, so she gradually reduced her speed to normal.

However, her occasional drifts around corners and extreme tail spins still made Kevin's heart pound.

Damn it, here we go again! Kevin looked at the dilapidated building on the side, resembling an animal shelter, from which four rotten-skinned Doberman Pinschers suddenly leaped out. He immediately stabilized himself and drew his gun to fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Four consecutive shots, but only two hit the torsos of the two Doberman Pinschers in front.

What he didn't expect was that these two zombie dogs, after being hit by the bullets and briefly falling to the ground, simply rolled over and resumed their pursuit of the more obvious target, the school bus.

These mutated zombie dogs, with their overall stats at best around 60-65, weren't particularly powerful.

But their agility of 18 points and physique of 14 points, combined with their astonishing bite force, made them formidable killing machines, even if their intelligence and strength were weaknesses.

Worse still, the speed of these beasts was no less than that of the bus, and they were constantly closing in. If they weren't dealt with, everyone on the bus would eventually be doomed.

"Straight ahead! Slow down!"

Kevin made up his mind. He slammed the butt of his gun on the roof and commanded the female driver operating the bus.

This indecisive woman instinctively obeyed Kevin's instructions. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she gradually shifted to a lower gear, choosing a flatter and wider main road.

Seeing his opportunity, Kevin pulled a fragmentation grenade from his tactical vest and, after accurately estimating the detonation time, tossed it onto the road in front of the four Doberman Pinschers.

Even though the dogs tried to evade, the intense blast still made them stumble, their unbalanced postures unable to be corrected effectively.

Kevin held his breath and decisively fired, headshotting the two Doberman Pinschers in front.

Success! Just as Kevin prepared to repeat the maneuver and take care of the remaining two dogs, they surprisingly split to the sides, weaving nimbly between obstacles.

What the hell... they're evading! Smart!

Kevin's pupils contracted. He never imagined he'd use the word "smart" for these walking corpses.

A coincidence... it must be a coincidence...

Better... not be what I'm imagining!

"Screech!" A zombie dog lunging from an obstacle revealed its claws, exposing purple-red muscle, and left three two-centimeter-deep scratches on the back of the vehicle.

Amidst the grating sound of tearing metal, a piercing female scream echoed from inside the carriage.

The students who had been huddled like quails in the rear seats, in their terror, scrambled towards the front, disregarding the bus's sway as it moved.

Panic spread like a plague, turning the entire carriage into chaos. Even the blonde female driver was inadvertently shoved.

Suddenly, the bus, its steering wheel spinning, ran over a large chunk of collapsed concrete. The vehicle tilted violently, and Kevin nearly fell off the roof.

A bunch of idiots! Kevin narrowly grabbed his dagger and pulled himself back onto the roof, almost considering sacrificing a few teammates.

With that jolt, the bus's engine seemed to suffer minor damage, its exhaust pipe spewing black smoke, and its speed drastically reduced.

At this moment, two zombie dogs that had surrounded them were less than ten meters away.

As Kevin was about to curse aloud, his eyes caught sight of the giant billboard hanging above the road, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

The Commander immediately pulled two C4 charges from his backpack, attached the detonators, and hurled them forcefully at the metal frame at the end of the billboard.

"You're not cute at all, bye!"

Then, the Commander, slumped on the roof, waved at the two zombie dogs that had jumped directly beneath the billboard, showing them the detonator in his hand, and pressed the button amidst his taunts.

"Boom!" The giant billboard, its metal frame broken, crashed down, crushing the two zombie dogs that couldn't dodge in time into a pulp.

"Thanks, idol..."

The nightmare was finally over. Kevin waved goodbye to the female celebrity on the giant billboard, who looked remarkably like Satomi Ishihara.

Having escaped the predicament, the bus, with its damaged engine, eventually broke down after traveling a kilometer.

The group huddled fearfully inside the bus. After waiting for nearly 10 minutes, they discovered that besides some amethyst-shaped human sculptures, there seemed to be no zombies around.

According to the map, the direction they had been heading was towards the city center and the large island by the coast.

The further they got from there, the sparser the zombie density. Were these zombies actively converging on those areas?

Kevin opened the electronic map, thought for a moment, and marked their previous route.

After a brief rest, the Commander leaped down from the mini-bus, put on a "friendly" smile, and knocked on the passenger bus door.

"You're a soldier!"

"Are you here to save us?"

"Where is the army? How many people have arrived?"

"It's so scary here, when will we see our families..."

Questions, exclamations of surprise, and pleas merged into a noisy torrent within the carriage, making Kevin's ears ring.

His standard-issue military uniform already made his general identity clear.

"We are a special operations team belonging to the 'Bio-Terrorism Defense and Assessment Alliance Organization.' We have been dispatched by the United Nations to investigate the cause of the virus crisis in Toko City..."

"When necessary, we will do our best to ensure the safe evacuation of civilians!"

This authoritative official statement immediately drew cheers of excitement from the middle school students, who hadn't seen much of the world.

United Nations agents... when necessary... Heh heh...

Saya Takagi, the girl with the pink ponytail sitting in the corner, pushed up her glasses and a dismissive sneer flickered across her lips.

Toda Hirano, the otaku with black-rimmed glasses beside her, seemed to notice Saya Takagi's displeasure and looked somewhat confused.

Seeing that not only Toda Hirano, but also her close friends Takashi Komuro and Rei Miyamoto, looked slightly puzzled, Saya Takagi's lips curved upwards. She bared her delicate fangs and quietly explained in a low voice to their small group.

"Even if he's a UN agent, so what? Where are the 'we' he keeps talking about?"

"Besides, this soldier is here to investigate the cause of the virus crisis, a critical mission. Why would he care about our lives?"

"As for the added sentence at the end, it's just to appease people and prevent them from getting angry."

"Think about it, what exactly constitutes a 'necessary situation'? Is there a precise definition? His words mean nothing..."

"If they truly wanted to rescue civilians, the government should have organized a large-scale military operation."

"What effect can this scattered elite team have against hundreds of thousands of zombies?"

Takashi Komuro, the rather handsome boy with messy black hair, pondered for a moment, his brow furrowed.

"So, you're saying we've likely been abandoned by the government?"

This heavy and oppressive topic immediately plunged the members of the small group into silence, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

At this moment, Kevin, having a general understanding of the passengers' situation, wore a peculiar expression.

He actually ran into these students escaping from Fujimi Academy. What a coincidence.

"Greetings, I am Koichi Shido. I pay my respects."

As Kevin was carefully considering his next steps, a voice with a soft, effeminate tone cut into his ears, interrupting the commander's thoughts.

ps: Thanks to reader @Blizzard Daddy for the correction. I checked, and the Apache attack helicopter is equipped with heavy firepower and carries two people; so I changed the transport aircraft to a Black Hawk model.

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Section 73: Chapter 70 - The Poison of the Mind

A man with a long face, wearing a brown plaid suit, walked forward with a smile, seemingly offering goodwill.

However, in an instant, this dark-tempered teacher from Fujimi Academy spread his hands and began questioning Kevin.

"May I ask, where is your squad? I'd like to invite them to travel with us."

"We ran into a horde of zombies halfway and got separated."

Kevin lowered his eyelids and answered honestly, his expression tinged with shame, as if he were a rookie recruit.

The students inside the bus all changed their expressions, their initial enthusiasm for Kevin gradually fading.

"I'm curious, why would the United Nations send a special bio-hazard team into Toko City?"

"As a sovereign nation, the Self-Defense Forces could theoretically handle the task of rescuing civilians."

Koichi Shido's voice rose and fell rhythmically, drawing everyone's attention to their conversation.

"Sorry, that's a military secret! I can't disclose it!"

Kevin took a slight step back, his expression a little unnatural.