Bang! Amid a teeth-grating metallic shriek, Kevin rolled on the spot and dodged the suddenly accelerating punch.
The instant he looked back, he saw that his beloved Beetle had already been reduced to two sheets of scrap metal.
At the sight of his ruined car, Kevin's legs trembled.
He was no warrior tempered by blood and fire. Memories of life in an age of peace had made him instinctively forget that he was in a mad world.
Even after repeatedly encountering perilous situations, he had never been able to fully immerse himself in this cruel game of survival.
But in that instant just now, Kevin had truly smelled death.
This world was already sick. There was no mercy, only struggle!
And he wanted to live!
The sudden desire to survive made adrenaline surge through his body. The trembling in his limbs was instantly suppressed, while his patterned eyes gleamed with two extremes: calm and madness.
As his mind went blank, Kevin finally understood the true meaning of "With Heavenly Might, Enlighten All Beings," based on the data transmitted by the combat system.
From a scientific perspective, when Apocalypse activated, it recoded the host's neural thought patterns according to the standards of a Stellar-class computer, temporarily granting the host learning, analytical, and comprehension abilities akin to those of a "god."
So, back then, not only could Kevin easily understand and master the firearm techniques Alice had taught him, even the most obscure advanced mathematics would have been no challenge to him.
That was why he could replicate all of the instructor's knowledge and techniques regarding such weapons in a short time, even tracing her tactical movement experience from the tremors in her muscles.
Of course, this godlike thinking ability was incredibly overpowered, but it also came with many limitations.
First, the operating mode of this Stellar-class Celestial Computer could currently only be powered by the host's Bio-energy, placing an enormous burden on the body and making it impossible to maintain for long.
Second, no matter how outstanding the CPU was, it would probably be useless when paired with an outdated vacuum-tube computer.
A mere mortal likely could not even bring out one trillionth of the Celestial Computer's capabilities.
Yet just that one trillionth was already immensely useful to this savior from another world.
At that moment, Kevin gripped the Beretta M92 Alice had given him. Using the surrounding trees as cover, he fired while retreating toward the road.
No matter what Umbrella Corporation intended, special models like the Tyrant were unlike mindless zombies. They were hunting dogs raised by Umbrella.
Therefore, as long as he could escape onto the main road, they should have some reservations. That was where his chance of survival lay.
After all, Biohazard Crisis had not truly broken out yet. Exposing these things to hundreds of thousands of citizens in advance clearly did not serve their interests.
Driven by his desire to survive, every nerve in Kevin's body was stretched taut. Although he had dodged at least seven attacks from the Tyrant—
—the handgun barely harmed it. It did not even deign to block the bullets with its hands.
On top of that, Kevin's stamina plummeted amid the intense exertion. Every breath made his chest ache violently.
And limited by his own base attributes, he could not properly execute many theoretically viable evasive maneuvers.
After all, he only temporarily possessed experience and techniques similar to Alice's with firearms. Aside from being unskilled in applying them, it did not mean his base attributes had changed.
Roar! The Tyrant relentlessly pursuing him seemed to have been enraged by the flea darting around before it. Roaring, it tore up a fir tree as thick as a bowl and swept it through the air.
Splattering dirt and stones struck Kevin, bringing the agony of torn muscles and bones. But as the surrounding forest gradually thinned, veins bulged on his forehead and he kept gritting his teeth.
Almost there! The highway leading to Raccoon City! As long as he could stop a passing vehicle, he could survive.
At the end of the rolling mountain range, the outline of the main road gradually emerged. Beneath the faint night sky, the high beams cast by two headlights filled Kevin with wild joy.
Kevin hurled his empty Beretta M92 at the Tyrant turning to pursue him again, then spun around and sprinted for his life.
"Help! Stop the car!" Seeing the distant vehicle gradually slow and approach, Kevin was overjoyed.
The adorable letters "RPD" on the vehicle made him almost want to rush over and give the dedicated Raccoon City police officers a warm hug.
I knew heaven wouldn't leave me without a way out! After being unlucky for so long, my luck has to turn around eventually, right?
The victim on the verge of escaping death screamed wildly in his heart.
However, after charging forward barely two steps, Kevin's body stiffened as a shrill boom tore through the air beside his ears.
He watched helplessly as the bowl-thick fir tree traced a graceful arc through the air before smashing precisely into the side of the car door, hurling the slowing police car into the roadside barrier.
The piercing siren and the sharp crash of shattering window glass dragged someone's mood from heaven into hell.
"Fuck!" Having lost the will supporting him, Kevin's entire body went limp and weak. Panting heavily against a fir trunk, he rolled his eyes and raised his middle finger at the blue-gray bald stalker shadowing him.
The exhausted Kevin collapsed, only to be lifted by the collar in a muscular arm's grip and pinned against the fir trunk.
Then, the Tyrant leaned back, pulling its right arm behind it to gather strength. Its blue-gray muscles bulged in knotted masses, and its enormous fist came down like a speeding car crash.
Just as Kevin clenched his steel teeth around his lower lip, abandoning futile resistance and preparing to close his eyes for death, a sharp roar came from the bend in the road. Blinding light turned the surroundings as bright as day.
Even the Tyrant instinctively withdrew its hands and covered its fiercely stimulated eyes.
Boom! A heavy truck roared out from a side road, slamming the rampaging Tyrant over and accelerating as it dragged it deep into the forest. Only when the engine died did this suddenly appearing steel beast finally come to a complete stop.
Amid the stench of scorched flesh, a tall Asian woman in a yellow trench coat over a dark red dress stepped gracefully out of the cab.
After reaching out to pull up the unlucky fellow flung into the soft dirt nearby, she removed her black sunglasses and took a blue ID photo from her coat pocket. Her sexy red lips curled slightly upward.
"FBI. This area is under our control now, kid."
"What a... coincidence... Auntie Wang..." Kevin shook grass and dirt from his hair, his mouth twitching violently.
"Aun...tie...?" The beauty with short black hair parted seven to three, a delicate high nose, and a long graceful neck froze at the term. She nearly snapped the sunglasses in her hand in half.
At the same time, groggy groans came from the overturned, stalled police car, and the warped door was violently kicked open.
A handsome young man with close-cropped blond hair, dressed in a standard RPD officer's uniform, crawled out. He then rescued his orange-red ponytailed female companion trapped inside.
"Hello, I'm Leon Scott Kennedy, a rookie officer newly assigned to Raccoon City. This is Claire Redfield, a civilian I helped on the road. I'm glad to see you're both all right."
The rookie officer held the slightly concussed girl's hand and happily congratulated the survivor of the disaster.
So it's the guy known as the Vehicle Killer. No wonder the car flipped over.
Fine, that's not the point. The important question is, why are you two troublemakers, who were supposed to arrive only after Biohazard Crisis broke out, mixed up together and here early?
"By the way, what was that thing that attacked you? A Beast from the Acre Mountains? Raccoon City has seemed pretty unstable lately. If it weren't for the panic caused by those Mexican drug dealers during the day, I probably could've skipped work and leisurely stayed on the road for a few more days."
The rookie officer, talking to himself, did not notice the strange atmosphere between Kevin and a certain FBI agent. He hoped to soothe the victims through casual conversation.
Only when Claire, sensing that something was off, tugged Leon's sleeve did the rookie officer preparing to report for duty awkwardly stop rambling.
A Beast? These traces seem a little off.
As a college student who had come from another city to find her family, Claire had heard of Raccoon City's recent lockdown. Worried about her brother's safety, she had pushed her motorcycle to its limit on the road.
Unfortunately, the motorcycle had broken down halfway. Luckily, she had met the rookie officer who was also heading to Raccoon City to report for duty, allowing her to catch a ride.
She had a favorable impression of the helpful officer. Because of the earlier fright, combined with a woman's intuition, Claire did not want Leon to get too involved in this strange affair.
This job is really troublesome! Ada Wong looked at the farce before her, growing impatient.
Just as she was about to take out her FBI identification and, as usual, silence and drive away the onlookers, Kevin—leaning against the tree trunk like a dead fish and panting heavily—suddenly had his pupils contract.
He pounced like a tiger, catching the FBI agent off guard and pinning her beneath him. At the same time, he roared at the clueless rookie officer and college student searching for her family, "Get down!"
Boom! Accompanied by the bizarre sound of tearing fabric, the nearly forty-ton truck was hurled into the air. It screamed over the heads of the four people before smashing into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Thud! Thud! Thud! At the same time, heavy, oppressive footsteps echoed in everyone's ears.
Freed from the restraint of its green military overcoat, the terrifying figure's muscles swelled drastically. Blades twenty centimeters long extended from both hands, and every tree in its path was cut in half by its sweeping strikes.
Name: Tyrant T-103 Model (Complete Form) Classification: Virus Strain Rank: C+ (65–70) Affiliation: An advanced biological weapon created by Umbrella Corporation using the T-Virus Strength: 20 Constitution: 20 (Basically immune to bullets below 12.7mm caliber) Agility: 16 (Excellent bodily coordination, quick reflexes) Intelligence: 3 (Can execute simple commands) Perception: 9 (Gains dynamic tracking effect) Overall Rating: 68
The data scanned by the Eye of Wisdom was powerful enough to almost drive him to despair.
Fuck! This thing isn't dead! It even fucking mutated. Don't tell me you jinxed bastards secretly gave it a buff!
Kevin looked at the three illegitimate children of fate before him, on the verge of a complete mental breakdown.
Unexpected "Gains"
When people get nervous, they instinctively grab onto something. That was common sense, right?
Therefore, as Kevin's heart pounded violently, his hands tightened. The soft, full sensation in his palms did indeed soothe his emotions considerably.
With a sharp, ragged intake of breath, Ada Wong's expression twisted and her gaze turned icy. "Have you touched enough? Take your hands off!"
Kevin gave an embarrassed smile and reluctantly moved his claws away from the two soft, ample objects. A thought flashed through his mind: Maybe D-cup?
After this round of self-adjustment, the fear in Kevin's heart had lessened somewhat.
After all, he was not some battle-hardened soldier. Although the touching had been accidental, the brief distraction afterward was his way of relieving stress.
Bastard! Ada Wong noticed that after rolling to his feet and hiding behind a tree, someone was giving her an embarrassed yet polite smile.
Veins immediately bulged on her forehead, and she had the urge to chop someone to death on the spot.
However, the shrill boom of air being sliced apart forced Ada Wong to temporarily put aside the immediate crisis. She leaped into the air and performed a textbook tactical evasion.
At the same time, as her body spun, she drew the pure-black HS2000 from her waist and fired in midair.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Three specially made Steel Core bullets streaked toward the Tyrant's eyes and throat from vicious angles.
But unexpectedly, this huge biological weapon relied on astonishing agility to slash with both claws and intercept every bullet.
Boom! After dodging the Tyrant's claw strike, Leon, the rookie officer with exceptionally strong nerves, immediately pulled a Remington shotgun from the front seat of the police car.
He then fired fiercely at the biological weapon's leg tendons, cursing as he shot.
At the same time, Leon handed his police-issue M19911 to Claire, who was searching for cover beside him.
The family-seeking girl's textbook trigger control made Kevin, playing dead behind a nearby tree trunk, understand what true "American gun culture" meant.
In that split second, the Tyrant under attack from three directions actually staggered.
In particular, the powerful Remington shotgun and Auntie Wang's viciously angled Steel Core bullets caused the Tyrant some trouble.
However, as bullets continuously sent sparks flying from the Steel Claws the Tyrant used to slash, they never caused any substantial damage.
The three finally realized how bad things were. When the Tyrant made an obvious motion to gather strength for a counterattack, they immediately scattered, each heading for the nearest obstacle.
Bang! A fir tree thick enough for one person to wrap their arms around was cut cleanly in half by a sweeping claw.
After climbing up from the ground, Leon saw the miserable state of his previous hiding place and could not help patting his chest, marveling at his luck.
Yet before he could celebrate for long, Claire, worried about the rookie officer's safety, jumped out from behind the rock where she had been hiding.
She fired several shots into the back of the Tyrant's head, drawing the biological weapon's attention in an attempt to buy Leon time to retreat from danger.
But the bullets only sent a spray of sparks across the Tyrant's blue-gray skull, even provoking a backhanded claw strike when it turned around.
Claire had only just tilted her body and dived aside when the rock beside her was instantly carved into six pieces. Rubble nearly buried the girl looking for her family.
"Hey, baby, look over here!" Ada Wong stepped gracefully out from behind a tree stump on the other side, gun in her right hand.
After a low shout, the female agent lowered her head and used her teeth to pull the black ring from a flash grenade. She immediately threw it with her left hand and began retreating in a certain direction.
Caught off guard, the Tyrant was blinded by the white flash. It shut its eyes and roared, wildly sweeping its claws around before chasing toward the sound of gunfire.
At that moment, Kevin, whose limbs were weak and sore from exhaustion, barely forced himself upright. Looking at the Vixen smiling and winking at him, as well as the Tyrant roaring and charging behind her, he cursed and leaped from the grass.
Women really held grudges!
As its vision gradually recovered, the Tyrant lunged forward. Its twenty-centimeter claws were like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, crossing as they tore through space.
Kevin's stamina had dropped sharply, leaving him unable to make an effective evasive maneuver. He could only struggle backward with difficulty, hanging by a thread.
The Vixen, wearing a teasing smile, waved goodbye. She drew a Rope Gun from behind her waist and secured its hook to the tree trunk on her left.
In an instant, Ada Wong felt her legs suddenly clamped tight.
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