Welcome to Raccoon City

[Dear Navigator, you have arrived in the new world]

[Estimated duration of stay: 50 days]

[This world is temporarily unavailable for anchoring]

This journey was accompanied by a brief period of dizziness.

He'd experienced motion sickness, seasickness, and airsickness, but this was the first time he'd ever heard of someone getting motion sickness from time travel. After pausing for a moment, and once the dizziness subsided slightly, Alvin slowly opened his eyes.

Sure enough... it's another garbage alley.

"Navigator, I have a question."

Alvin sighed softly, somewhat helplessly. "Is this kind of alleyway some kind of starting point? Why do I always get dumped in places like this every time I time-travel?"

[Dear Navigator, due to the need to circumvent the will of the world during our journey, the selected locations are mostly secluded and uninhabited. If you are not willing to accept this, you can choose other areas next time, such as: the Deep, uninhabited areas, or outer space.]

"Enough, enough, there's really no need for that!"

Alvin quickly stopped him.

If you really throw him into those places, it's better to put him in an alley. Although the environment is worse and you're more likely to run into those recurring thugs, at least there's no threat to his life!

No sooner said than done!

Alvin looked up and saw the regularly spawning NPCs: a few drunken black men staggering into the alley, just about to draw their guns when they saw him.

She has delicate features and regular facial structure.

With brown hair and black eyes, a slender figure, and a standard Asian face, yet possessing a hint of mixed heritage, especially his seemingly innate aristocratic air, he instantly sobered up the group.

Hehehe...

The leader, a black man, ripped open his two-finger vest, revealing massive muscles that seemed about to fall to the ground. He grinned maliciously as he approached Alvin: "Kid, you're in luck today. Come here and kneel down for me, I'll let you have a taste..."

But before it could draw its gun, its head suddenly tightened.

Five fingers, like iron pincers, gripped the head tightly. Their terrifying strength gave it no chance to beg for mercy, and they suddenly tightened their grip.

Snap!

Before he could finish speaking, the black man's head was crushed.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining few shocked black men's pupils suddenly contracted as they noticed that behind the boy stood a white, towering man, about 2.5 meters tall, with muscles almost comparable to those of an American bison!

"Excuse me, I didn't hear you clearly. What did you say?" Alvin glanced coldly at the remaining black guys who were practically wetting their pants.

A flash of crimson suddenly appeared deep within his eyes!

Nigo, who was already terrified and on the verge of collapse, saw the Red Queen in the boy's eyes and instantly felt as if he could see endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood through those cold, murderous eyes, as well as the overwhelming smell of blood and slaughter!

"Vomit--!"

This is terrifying! This Asian man is a monster!

The black men's faces were contorted with fear, their reason eroded by terror. They screamed in terror and fled in all directions, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"..."

Alvin was slightly speechless, then turned to look at the silent Bioroid: "Arno, am I that scary?"

Peter's specially developed "Hercules" type Bioroid, named Arno because of its exaggerated muscle size, is a prime example of this. Don't ask why... just because of the Terminator, it left a very deep impression on me!

"No, I think you are very kind, sir."

Arno's voice was deep and muffled.

"I knew it, I'm not that scary." Receiving a satisfactory reply, Alvin smiled. Arno was truly considerate.

He glanced again at Arno's right hand, which was covered in sticky substance, frowned slightly, fanned his nose, and showed a hint of disgust. "Don't use your hands next time, that's too violent. We'll find a place to wash it later."

"Yes, sir."

Arno's words were concise, and he nodded listlessly.

Having just left his "birth point" and arrived on the street, he saw several fire trucks rushing past him.

At the corner ahead, the tires screeched violently against the asphalt, and before Alvin could even comprehend what was happening, he saw several police cars, their sirens blaring and lights flashing, speeding past along with an ambulance, creating a gust of wind with their high speed.

"Wow, this is America for you, even the police are speeding?"

Alvin murmured a few words of reflection, then looked up and saw the building engulfed in flames not far away.

The fierce flames shot straight into the sky, turning the night sky crimson, and billowing smoke swirled around, resembling a ferocious fire demon.

"What kind of world is this?" Even though he had experienced several time travels, Alvin was still shocked by what he saw. Although the previous times were chaotic, they were at least somewhat orderly.

But the world I've traveled to this time seems to be completely chaotic.

"Let's go take a look."

Alvin guessed that, based on the principles of previous time travels, the events would generally occur near key plot points.

If things go as expected, this principle will likely be followed again, and the source of the massive unrest will probably be related to a key plot point in this world.

Arno silently followed behind Alvin, and the two walked towards the spot where flames were shooting into the sky not far away.

Along the way, you could see many panicked and terrified people fleeing the area. Arno, who was 2.5 meters tall, took the initiative to clear a path for Alvin. His height, which was almost half a head taller than the average person, made him stand out among the fleeing crowd.

Alvin quickly arrived at the area of "riots," but the level of chaos was truly astonishing.

Taking advantage of the chaos as the fire spread, many masked Black people swarmed into the surrounding shops and neighborhoods like locusts, engaging in rampant looting and vandalism.

Meanwhile, in the area where the riots originated, a large number of special police officers gathered and were trying to control the chaos.

The chaos was not caused by a natural disaster, but by human error!

Hundreds of people seemed to have gone completely mad, throwing homemade Molotov cocktails into whatever range they could reach.

Police and firefighters tried to stop them, but unfortunately with little success.

Why?

It's very simple. This is America, a free country where you can own guns!

So the rioters who sparked the disturbance used cover in the street to stage this classic gunfight with America's police.

To be honest, the movie was made too conservatively.

Arsonists and police exchanged gunfire on the crowded streets, and every now and then a few unlucky people were hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground, screaming and groaning in pain.

This is fucking surreal! Even Alvin couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, "Freedom, this is fucking freedom!"

However, judging from the current situation, it is estimated that it won't be long before these generous America police officers are wiped out by the arsonists.

It's no exaggeration to say that the fighting ability of these America police officers is even Underhive gangsters.

If it were a gang, they probably would have razed it to the ground long ago.

"Awesome."

After racking his brains for a long time, Alvin could only think of this word.

The problem is that he thought he could find clues, but apart from watching Officer America being tortured, he didn't have a single clue at all!

Just then...

A slender female news anchor barged in, microphone in hand.

The photographer skillfully set up his long lenses and immediately switched to live streaming, focusing on the sexy female anchor.

"It has to be a photographer. I'd rather risk my life than miss out on firsthand news." Alvin was treated like an ordinary citizen and driven towards the perimeter. He stopped Arno, who was about to make a move, and decided to check out the female anchor, hoping to get some useful clues from her.

"Breaking news! I'm Helen Shriver, your reporter for this segment."

The sexy female news anchor, microphone in hand, calmly reported on the situation, "Due to the unprecedented speed of the spread of this special disease, which surpasses that of any previous illness, angry crowds have set fires throughout the city, and terrifying riots have swept across the entire city. The government has declared a state of emergency for the entire city!"

"According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the southern region of the Midwestern United States has been quarantined."

"The authorities have not yet explained the source of the disease or preventive measures. The municipal government urges the public to stay home as much as possible and not to go out. The government will resolve this riot and the spread of the disease as soon as possible. Please trust the government!"

Upon hearing this, Alvin shook his head; there were absolutely no valuable clues.

"Forget it, let's go look somewhere else."

With that in mind, Alvin decided not to waste any more time.

He expects to stay for no more than half a month this time. After all, if he disappears for too long, not only Elsa will be worried, but the old man will also be driven crazy.

However, just as he called Arno to leave, he heard the female anchor behind him speak again:

"This is breaking news, I'm Helen Shriver."

"Next, I will be closely following and reporting on the details of the Raccoon City arson riots and the spread of disease!"

Um???

Wait, Raccoon City?!

Alvin, having caught the key words, turned around abruptly, a look of shock in his eyes.

Raccoon City, while not exactly a household name, is certainly well-known, and he immediately set his sights on the world.

"Biohazard?!"

Raccoon City was such a prestigious name that Alvin immediately guessed the plot of the world he had traveled to.

However, there's still one problem: while there are movies and games about Biohazard, it's unclear which genre this world belongs to.

Regardless of the type, it perfectly suited his taste.

What interesting products would be created if the T-Virus, G-Virus, were fused with "Black Goo" or "Xenomorph embryo"?