This World Is Quite Sick, Chapter 9

The room before him was a simple wooden structure. The walls were plastered with notices stating that numerous STARS officers had been suspended due to "special circumstances."

"Rebecca Chambers, Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker..."

A series of familiar names caused Kevin's eyes to gleam as he fell into thought.

Inside the room, uncleaned fast-food containers, messy clothes, and cans of coffee stacked on the table...

These sights undoubtedly indicated that the room's owner was also facing considerable trouble.

However, I can finally catch my breath. After a moment of thought, Kevin came back to himself, rubbed his throbbing temples, and collapsed directly onto the owner's bed, preparing to close his eyes and rest.

The chase through the first half of the night, the turmoil in the latter half, and the pursuit and encirclement by the Umbrella Squad during the day had left him utterly exhausted. All he wanted now was to sleep soundly and recover his strength.

But the soft bedding made Kevin, whose nerves were still taut, toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

Still not at ease! A series of shocking events forced him to get up agitatedly. As Kevin looked around, he rolled under the bed.

Once hidden, the dim surroundings and the confined space caused Kevin's brow to relax.

That's more like it... Finally... I can get a good night's sleep.

As his mind relaxed, exhaustion set in, and Kevin quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Brian, that damned idiot! He's definitely in cahoots with the Umbrella Corporation!

Jill inserted the key into the lock and turned it, unlocking the door. Her face, illuminated by the dim moonlight, was somewhat grim and stern.

Several days ago, several cases of tourist disappearances occurred near an abandoned sanatorium on the outskirts of Raccoon City. Based on the evidence at the scene, it appeared that large wild animals had been present.

Therefore, the higher-ups dispatched a special unit of the Raccoon City Police Department—S.T.A.R.S—to investigate the area. Two S.T.A.R.S. squads, Beta and Alpha, were sent.

They were also simply referred to as Team A and Team B. Two months prior, they had been sent to the vicinity of the sanatorium to conduct a thorough search.

Initially, they thought it was just a simple hunting game, but the moment the "prey" appeared, their roles were instantly reversed.

Those few ferocious, mutated animals were fearless and immune to gunfire.

As they were forced into the abandoned sanatorium on the outskirts of Raccoon City, Jill risked her life to drag a brutally beaten, ferocious grey wolf indoors for examination.

The result was that electronic components, seemingly controlling their central nervous systems, appeared to have been implanted within these creatures.

As Jill and the others retreated into the sanatorium to wait for rescue at dawn, none of them expected that the entire Alpha team was the prey they had been waiting for.

Mutated Giant Pythons, Bio-Giants with exposed hearts, and an endless stream of Walking Dead... It had clearly become an Umbrella Corporation bio-testing ground.

And their two well-trained S.T.A.R.S. squads were excellent experimental subjects to test the power of these Living Bioweapons.

After that nightmare ended, the two elite squads suffered heavy losses, but all intelligence was secretly erased by forces dispatched by the Umbrella Corporation.

Even more ludicrously, they, the victims, were suspended for review by their superiors.

To uncover the truth, her former teammates Chris, Rebecca, and others went to Britain to gather intelligence.

After much deliberation, Jill chose to remain in Raccoon City to secretly investigate the Umbrella Corporation's clandestine activities. However, recent overt and covert obstacles had been relentless.

After entering the room, the exhausted policewoman, without turning on the light, threw herself onto the bed, burying her face to vent her emotions.

However, as Jill turned and shifted, catching a glimpse of the list of suspended and missing personnel on the wall in the moonlight, her somewhat dejected gaze regained its firmness.

Forget it. After a long day, I'm sticky and grimy. I should just wash up and go to bed.

After adjusting her mindset, the policewoman sat up, put on her slippers, and began shedding her clothes one by one as she walked. With a free and wild demeanor, she stepped into the bathroom.

The crisp sound of running water echoed through the room, and a cheerful song flowed from the bathroom, inadvertently shattering someone's dream.

Someone's here! They didn't turn on the light when they entered! It's the Umbrella Corporation!

Kevin jolted awake, immediately sliding out from under the bed. His brain's subconscious judgment made him grab the broom by the corner and quickly approach the source of the sound.

Simultaneously, the noise from the bathroom abruptly stopped.

After an eerie silence, the figures separated by the glass door burst through from opposite sides at almost the same moment.

"Bang!" The broom Kevin swung diagonally upward was blocked by the opponent's raised arms.

"Boom!" Then, the opponent's powerful, ready-to-strike high kick came swiftly, sending Kevin stumbling back several steps.

After the initial setback, the opponent spun and lunged. Their fierce Delta Force-style military combat techniques forced Kevin to retreat and dodge repeatedly. After a few steps, he was cornered.

"Bang!" A heavy punch grazed Kevin's cheek and slammed into the wall.

So close! If I hadn't instinctively dodged just now, I might have suffered a severe concussion on the spot.

Although his first baptism by the Apocalypse had allowed Kevin to replicate exquisite firearm skills, professional combat techniques were still his weak point.

Moreover, his physical attributes in all aspects were worrying. Facing an expert in his current state, he was steadily being pushed back.

However, as the back of his head, tilted to the side, touched a hard object on the left side of the wall, a flash of inspiration flickered in his narrowed eyes.

Opportunity! After ducking to avoid a vicious elbow strike, the man raised his left arm and slammed it heavily onto the protruding object, closing his eyes at the same time.

In an instant, the main bedroom's fluorescent lights suddenly flickered on. The opponent, as expected, was momentarily blinded by the sudden change.

Kevin, who had been prepared, immediately wrapped his arms around him in a grapple, knocking him down, and pinning him underneath.

However, the slippery, wet, and foamy delicate body beneath him made the uninvited guest subconsciously realize something was wrong.

When he opened his eyes and adjusted to the light in the room, his pupils reflected a stern, heroic face, pale with anger.

This face… it looks a little familiar…

Lost in thought, Kevin's gaze drifted lower, taking in the woman's full chest and the flat, toned abdomen below, all laid bare.

An eerie silence stretched between them for a long time.

"What if I told you this was an accident…"

"…Would you believe me?" Kevin managed an awkward yet polite smile before slowly releasing his grip on her arms.

Slap! A loud smack echoed through the room.

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Section 12: Chapter Twelve - The Death Knell of the World

Who turns on the lights when they enter a room! It's only reasonable for me to think that!

Kevin, currently sporting a bright red handprint on his face and squatting in the corner with his hands clasped behind his head, grumbled indignantly to himself.

As for why he was being so compliant, one would have to ask Jill, the female officer sitting at the foot of the bed, wrapped in a white bath towel.

Or rather, ask about the M1911 pointed at him.

"Is that all?" The female officer pondered the confession the "prisoner" had given earlier, her expression growing serious and cautious as she considered his experience being hunted by the Umbrella Corporation.

"Of course! And I have an informant working to guide contacts within Umbrella. We should have results by this afternoon."

Kevin was already adept at weaving lies, his half-truths spilling out effortlessly.

In just two short days, he had gone from a gentle, sincere tutor to a high-ranking BSAA agent spewing falsehoods and deceit.

Thinking about the dangers and hardships, he felt a pang of sadness. Kevin felt like his life had been thoroughly defiled, inside and out.

"Hmm? Who told you to stop, keep going!" Jill raised the muzzle of her gun, her eyebrows arching slightly, her gaze sharp.

"248… 249… 250…" Under the threat, Kevin reluctantly continued his squats with his hands behind his head.

However, he didn't stop defending himself, continuing to speak.

"Umbrella Corporation's private forces are everywhere now. For safety reasons, I can't go back to Professor Charles and Raccoon City University. And you still owe me a favor, remember?"

"So, you illegally broke into my house and hid under my bed?"

Jill recalled the moment the light flicked on, the humiliation of being exposed, and her teeth gnashed.

"I told you, it was an accident! Who walks into a room without turning on the lights? I thought you'd seen Umbrella's bounty and sold me out!"

To clear his name, Kevin, despite knowing it was his own misjudgment, pointed the finger at Jill, going against his conscience.

"I will never cooperate with those scum from the Umbrella Corporation!" As if a sore spot had been touched, Jill glanced back at the old posters on the wall, her expression filled with disgust, her words sharp.

"Could it be… their current situation is related to the Umbrella Corporation?" Kevin posed the question at the opportune moment, his expression of shock and confusion incredibly convincing.

If not for the vague memories in his mind about everything Jill had experienced, perhaps even he wouldn't have been able to resist believing this brilliant performance.

Taking half a step forward makes one a genius; taking one step too far makes one a madman.

Kevin had deeply understood this through Ada Wong's "education" last night.

Therefore, even with his foresight, he had to cleverly reveal things in line with the historical trajectory. Otherwise, any illogical behavior would bring disaster upon him.

As expected, Jill didn't suspect for a moment that Kevin knew about the fate of the two S.T.A.R.S. elite teams beforehand.

The female officer began to recount her nightmares in the underground laboratory of the abandoned Raccoon City asylum, as well as Umbrella Corporation's atrocities in the dark corners.

"So that's it. The underground chambers of the abandoned asylum have become Umbrella Corporation's secret testing ground, and you two S.T.A.R.S. units were the perfect test subjects."

"After all, once the value of these biological weapons is fully realized, their easily controllable, mass-producible, and powerful combat characteristics can be easily summarized…"

"They can easily deal with elite tactical teams like yours, built with American dollars. This is a terrorist's dream…"

"Combined with their high cost-effectiveness, these new types of biological weapons will quickly circulate and become popular on the black market!"

His logical analysis plunged Jill into thought.

After delivering a series of guiding remarks, Kevin felt his throat dry. He casually took out some juice from the refrigerator, poured it into a cup, and drank it in one gulp.

"Moreover, to ensure a market for these biological weapons, a stable supply is necessary. Simply put…" the man said, leaning against the refrigerator, hinting at something.

"The Umbrella Corporation can mass-produce these biological weapons, or they've developed the virus that creates these monsters!" Jill suddenly understood.

"Then who would be the biggest seller? Don't forget there's a world police force, running around the globe for peace. The lives of its soldiers are quite precious, after all, human rights above all…"

Kevin continued his subtle guidance, slowly revealing his speculation.

No wonder the investigation was so difficult. It was because she and Chris had underestimated the vested interests behind the Umbrella Corporation.

Their great White Eagle was busy sending more troops to the Middle East. The shortage of troops and the high maintenance costs had always been a headache for the Department of Defense.

If there were a cheap, low-maintenance product that could perfectly replace soldier attrition and compensate for the lack of manpower…

This would push the sparsely populated America to an unshakeable peak in its international status!

"Even though Umbrella has already infiltrated most of Raccoon City's political and military elite, the FBI can't be a bunch of fools, right? Unless…"

Kevin picked up the glass and gently swirled it, a hint of mockery playing on his lips.

"Unless… the development of this weapon has the tacit authorization of congressional officials, or even the Department of Defense!" Jill's pupils contracted, her inner shock reaching an unbearable level.

"This isn't even the worst-case scenario..." Kevin rested his chin in one hand, tapping his cup rhythmically on the refrigerator with the other.

"Impossible!" Jill instinctively shook her head repeatedly.

She was already overwhelmed with frustration and even a headache by the revelation that the Umbrella Corporation had the backing of the US military, so she subconsciously refused to face an even worse outcome.

"Alright, a friendly heads-up: compared to the enormous profits from bioweapons, what could be more valuable than that?"

Kevin spoke with a deep, knowing tone, like a demon tempting a lamb to contemplate the world's dark nature.

What else could be more valuable than the Umbrella Corporation developing gene weapons? Jill couldn't fathom it.

Kevin smiled slightly, his voice low as he revealed the answer: "Vaccines!"

"After the nightmare at the abandoned sanatorium on the outskirts of Raccoon City, you should know how highly contagious this gene virus is. No known antibiotics or special medicines can suppress its onset."

"So, if this gene virus were to break out across all of Raccoon City, facing the threat of death, how much would you be willing to pay for an antidote?"

"Everything," was the undeniable answer.

Almost no one could resist the fear of death! Jill arrived at a definitive conclusion in her mind.

"And if they were even more insane and spread the gene virus worldwide, all governments would be willing to pay any price for the vaccine."

"At that point, the profits would skyrocket hundreds of times over!" As Kevin stated this, his own thoughts became clearer.

The conclusion he reached was utterly shocking to Jill! Yet, subconsciously, it was undeniably believable!

"Then, besides all that, what is the absolute worst-case scenario?" Kevin pondered for a moment, his eyes gleaming with insight.

"To judge humanity with the power of a god, using the gene virus to cleanse the entire world! To redistribute all resources and power!"

"At that time, the Umbrella Corporation would no longer be just a giant in the biopharmaceutical field, but the ruler of a new era!"

His self-posed questions and answers laid bare the mastermind's blueprint for the world's future!