Suppression

"What!? An armed ambush?"

In the temporary camp of the Umbrella Corporation, a roar suddenly erupted. "Damn it! Can any of you tell me where these damned militants popped out from? Is Raccoon City no longer under our control? Did they fall from the sky? Are you all just eating shit?"

A group of technicians stood trembling, getting chewed out by their supervisor.

"Well? Start searching!" The supervisor suddenly straightened his suit, his tone turning airy. "If you can't find out, you can go feed the Zombies. I think the children must be starving."

The technicians immediately crowded around their computers, fingers clattering against keyboards. The CPUs of the "Sony" branded computers began to run at full load. Video windows were constantly pulled up, closed, and replaced by others in a repetitive cycle.

Finally, a short technician with an Asian face stood up, trembling. "S-sir... we found it."

"Speak."

"Hai!" The short technician nodded and said, "Preliminary estimates suggest they are... they are a group of... Chinese exchange students who came from the 21 Oak Street Convenience Store in the South District." The short man stammered, finally organizing his words.

Slap!

A crisp sound of a slap echoed, and a bright red handprint immediately appeared on the short technician's chubby face. "Pig! Do you not understand what I said? I want information on militants, not some Chinese exchange students you dug up!?"

"Hai!"

The short technician habitually let out a low grunt, then said, "But sir..."

"Forget it!" The supervisor suddenly pulled off his headset and said, "It doesn't matter. Nicholas is already engaging them. While I am curious about where this armed force emerged from, I hold a tolerant attitude toward a group of people who will soon return to the embrace of God." Having said that, he waved his hand.

Then, two security guards walked in and dragged the short man away.

"Sir... sir... please let me explain... no, don't, noooo..."

The supervisor took a light sip of bright red wine. "Good, the annoying flies have been cleared away. It is time to start working. Begin..."

The technicians were stunned for a moment, then quickly realized. "Yes, sir!"

"Nemesis Project, initiate!"

Ding, ding, ding--

Violent bullets struck the car frame, splashing a series of sparks that provided some light to the dim environment.

The flickering light illuminated Yin Kuang's pale face, which was filled with a mix of terror and excitement—a very complex and contradictory expression.

At this moment, he was curled up inside the overturned car where he had hidden from the start.

Not far away, Li Shuangmu had completely concealed himself beneath the chassis of a vehicle. Every now and then, he would poke his head out, fire a shot, and then quickly roll back under the chassis.

As for Wang Ning, there was no telling where that guy had hidden.

No matter how hard Yin Kuang looked, he couldn't find a trace of him. He figured his special skill, "Low-Profile Way," must have taken effect. But that was fine; if his own side couldn't find him, Yin Kuang was certain the enemy couldn't either. Perhaps the guy was hiding somewhere, preparing to take potshots at the enemy.

"I wonder how Zeng Fei is doing. Ever since he fired that first shot and killed the black man, he hasn't fired again. Could he have been discovered by the enemy?... Still, I really admire him. He actually dared to kill someone. And he was so accurate, blowing the guy's head off with a single shot. I'm afraid even Uncle Biao's Golden Headshot isn't as impressive as that."

"Uncle Biao" was his high school roommate, a hardcore CF player whose AK and sniper skills were legendary. Especially with the sniper rifle—jump-sniping, flick-sniping—before you even saw the enemy, a golden headshot icon would pop up on the screen!

"If Uncle Biao were here, he probably wouldn't be as miserable as I am." Since he couldn't even lift his head under the hail of bullets, Yin Kuang couldn't help but let his mind wander.

"Tsk! What time is it, and you're still letting your mind wander? Do you want to die?" Yin Kuang was startled, letting out a helpless, bitter laugh as he looked at the gun in his hand. "If you hadn't been lucky just now, you wouldn't have hit anyone at all. Next time, I'm afraid their bullets will blow your head off in an instant. No, I can't keep hiding here..."

Just then, a black dot suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision...

"Grenade!!"

Yin Kuang felt his hair stand on end, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Run!!"

It wasn't just Yin Kuang facing this "pineapple"; Li Shuangmu, not far away, was also unlucky enough to be targeted by one.

Li Shuangmu in the distance suddenly let out a loud shout. At the same time, his body bolted out from under the car chassis.

Boom!

A burst of red light flashed, flames surged, air currents scattered, and the powerful shockwave sent Li Shuangmu rolling across the ground.

And Yin Kuang? Although he had scrambled out of the car at the first opportunity, he was still a step too late and was blown away, crashing heavily into a clothing store on the side of the street and shattering the glass.

It must be said that Yin Kuang's luck was truly excellent. Not only did he fly into the clothing store, but he also landed in a pile of clothes. The violent shrapnel from the grenade was blocked by the car, the flames were blocked by the outer wall, and the fire that did enter the store sprayed onto the thick layers of clothing. So, although he was indeed blown away, the actual fatal damage he sustained was limited.

Of course, the fact that he had been blown away was undeniable.

His health, which wasn't high to begin with, dropped by half in an instant.

It must be said that compared to those battle-hardened elites, Li Shuangmu's group was really lacking. Even if Li Shuangmu's individual ability wasn't weak, once a firefight broke out, it relied heavily on teammate coordination, cover, alternating fire, and Scout duties, so the impact Li Shuangmu could have alone was actually very limited. As for Yin Kuang, this was his first time touching a pistol; could you really expect someone holding a gun for the first time to fight against a group of veterans? As for Wang Ning, well, that guy had been hiding somewhere the whole time.

A very realistic problem lay before Li Shuangmu's group: they didn't even know how many enemies there were, nor did they know where they were located. From start to finish, aside from killing a Chatterbox black man and accidentally wounding a white man, they had achieved nothing, and they had been suppressed by the enemy without any ability to fight back.

Honestly, this fight was impossible!

"Frustrating! So frustrating!" Li Shuangmu, who had always been gentle in temperament, felt his face flush red. "A bunch of idiots! Simply a bunch of idiots! They talk a big game, but when the critical moment comes, they all turn into cowards. How am I so unlucky to be in a group with them! I really regret taking this damned mission."

Li Shuangmu spat bitterly. It was the first time he had done something so crude. If he were at home, he would have received a very severe punishment just for spitting on the ground. But here...

"Ha! For the first time, I think this place isn't half bad!" Li Shuangmu laughed at himself.

Then, Li Shuangmu pulled out a mirror and quietly poked it out.

Using the reflection in the mirror, Li Shuangmu finally saw two dark figures slowly moving toward them. The road was littered with many vehicles, some parked and some overturned, which served as natural cover. Combined with their cautious, careful, and perfectly coordinated advance, Li Shuangmu couldn't find a single opportunity to strike.

Furthermore, he had no idea how many gun barrels were aimed at him from the unseen shadows.

"Damn it! What the hell is that brat Zeng Fei playing at?" Li Shuangmu cursed. "Forget it, better to rely on myself than others! I refuse to believe that I, the dignified Young Master of the Li Clan, can't handle a few pieces of trash like you!"

As he spoke, he stripped off his jacket and whipped it through the air!

Rat-tat-tat—

A torrential downpour of bullets shredded his already tattered garment. Before the fabric even touched the ground, it had been reduced to mere rags by the gunfire.

Li Shuangmu himself, however, had already appeared in a different direction.

The moment he leaned out, he fired two shots toward a specific target, then rolled along the ground to take cover...