I'm Just Too Honest

On the Raccoon City, at the Umbrella Corporation's temporary base outside the quarantine zone.

Kane, the company manager in charge of the operation, is monitoring the situation across the city in front of his computer.

"Sir, the T-Virus infection has reached a critical level!"

Upon hearing this, Kane could not suppress the joy in his eyes and ordered, "Excellent, this is the best opportunity. Now activate Nemesis Program. Make sure to record all the data and information without omission."

"Clear!"

On the computer screen, a string of cold numbers flashed by, and the Tyrant-type bio-weapon, named 'The Chaser' by the Umbrella Corporation, was officially activated.

Church!

Jill and Payton were short of weapons and ammunition, Alice had plenty, but Raccoon City was full of zombies, and she couldn't protect everyone by herself. After discussing it, they decided to go to the weapons store on the next street to do some shopping.

In the cemetery behind the church, Alice led the way, followed by Jill, who was determined to keep up, while Russell helped Payton up and brought up the rear.

Terry, a female reporter who had been relatively quiet, couldn't withstand the intense rivalry between the two strong women and quietly retreated to Russell's side.

This woman is a bit materialistic. She thinks the wounded soldier Payton is a burden and looks down on the 'weak' Father Russell, who walks around with his head down and has no intention of helping out.

The most important thing in life is self-awareness. Russell believed that he was not capable enough to survive in the apocalypse and that he could only barely make a living by clinging to Alice or Jill's long white legs.

Terry, however, insisted on equality for all, and even if there was inequality, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

Therefore, she refused to bow down to anyone, maintained her status as the weak, and refused to extend a helping hand to anyone, living a life she took for granted and very free.

Seeing the America waving the banner of freedom and equality, Russell nodded secretly and decided to support Terry, letting her continue to be free.

"Hey buddy, who do you think is better between those two?" Payton asked in a low voice.

That's obvious, it's definitely Alice!

Russell was about to answer when he suddenly noticed Payton's not-so-pure gaze, instantly understanding. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Payton, are you trying to ask which one we should choose?"

"Hehe, I didn't say that!"

Don't try that on me, you can't fool my eyes.

After criticizing Payton, Russell proceeded with a reasoned analysis. "In terms of looks, they each have their strengths, but I prefer black hair, so that point goes to Jill from the front; from the back, Alice's legs are all legs from the neck down, so that point can only go to Alice; and as for clothing style, it would be a disservice to not give Jill that she's given us..."

"So your final decision is to choose Jill?"

Russell shook his head. "No, I want them all!"

"Hehehe..." X2

Ahead, Jill, one of the targets of the teasing, rolled her eyes speechlessly. The tomboy was used to this, and besides, Russell's evaluation of her was higher than Alice's, so it was even less likely that she would be angry.

"Alice, how do you know so much about the Umbrella Corporation?"

"I used to work for the Umbrella Corporation, so I know a little about their biological weapons..." Alice paused here, glancing at Payton slightly. "He's been bitten by a zombie, and he'll soon become one of them. If you don't want him to live a life of suffering forever, you should take care of him now."

Upon hearing this, Jill's face turned ashen. "If it comes to that, I will handle it myself."

Alice said no more. Having personally witnessed her comrades turn into zombies in the Hive, she understood Jill's current feelings. She said this in advance to prepare Jill mentally.

The two men spoke at a moderate volume, clearly reaching the ears of Russell and the other two. Terry's expression changed slightly, and he quickened his pace to get away from Payton as if avoiding a plague.

Payton looked dejected and said to Russell with a wry smile, "Buddy, don't help me up. You're too close. If I turn into a zombie, you'll be the first one it bites."

Russell said smugly, "Don't worry, Archangel Gabriel personally bestowed holy light upon me. The filth of the mortal world cannot harm me in the slightest. Even if you stand still, you can't bite me."

Payton a warmth in his heart and was even less willing to hurt Russell: "The zombie virus is a biological weapon, Gabriel's holy light cannot interfere with such matters."

Russell sighed, "Payton, I'm talking to you about theology, but you're talking to me about science. Little do you know that theology is a way of using energy, while the essence of science is how to use energy efficiently. The two are not contradictory."

"It's too profound, I don't understand!"

"Then I'll try something simple: holy light can dispel both viruses and curses!"

"I hope so..."

"Don't look so sad. The most important thing in life is to be happy. If you don't smile, I won't even know where you are! I have good news for you. I secretly cast a holy light attack on you. You won't turn into a zombie."

"You're discriminating against me!"

"No, you're naturally dark-skinned..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Russell frowned. Perhaps sensing the presence of the living, the dead buried in the cemetery began to stir. Dozens of rotting zombies burst from the ground and pounced on Russell and his companions.

"Siht!"

Payton jumped up on one foot and stomped on the Deadman heads that popped up from the ground. This guy was quite straightforward. Knowing that he had been bitten by a zombie and was beyond saving, he stepped forward to protect the 'weakling' Russell and helped block the zombie's attack. He was bitten several more times in the process.

Compared to the pathetic and lewd duo, the scene with the strong woman duo was much more entertaining. Alice and Jill showed off their figures in various ways, and when more than a dozen slow-moving zombies surrounded them, they all had their necks snapped.

"Ah..."

The female reporter, Terry, screamed in terror as her calves were mangled and bloody. She was grabbed by a zombie that emerged from the ground and had a piece of flesh bitten off.

A scream pierced the night sky. Alice knew something was wrong and rushed over to help Terry up, urging the others to run for their lives.

The zombies moved slowly, so Russell carried Payton and hopped on one foot, managing to leave the cemetery unharmed.

The five men helped each other to their destination, the weapons shop. Terry suppressed a sob, and two of them had been bitten. The atmosphere in the squad plummeted to freezing point.

Alice and Jill remained silent, loading bullets into magazines to prevent the heavy weapons from hindering their movements; they didn't carry many weapons: two Submachine Gun, two pistols, a military knife, and some tactical supplies.

"Russell, why aren't you armed? Don't you know how to shoot?" Payton had two bullet belts on his body; he was prepared to cover the rear and didn't intend to go into battle unprepared.

"I have a gun!"

As Russell spoke, he pulled out two Desert Eagle Gods from his sleeves. They were made entirely of gold and silver and were obviously very expensive.

Payton's lips twitched. He glanced at the Desert Eagle God, then at the Starlight Sapphire Cross Necklace on Russell's chest, and muttered, "Damn it, if there's a next life, I'll definitely be a priest!"

While cursing, Payton snatched the Desert Eagle from Russell's hand, removed the magazine and found it empty, then was speechless again. "What caliber is your modified Desert Eagle? I'll find you some bullets."

Russell smiled and shook his head, putting the two Desert Eagle back into his sleeves. "No need, these two Desert Eagle have unlimited ammo until my Magic Power runs out."

"Stop bragging. It's just a decoration, no big deal. Unlimited ammo? Why don't you just call it a cannon? Hurry up and load some magazines, or you'll regret it." Payton was too lazy to listen to Russell's nonsense. He took two M4A1s out of the cabinet, one for himself and the other to Russell.

Russell chuckled, slung his M4A1 over his shoulder, inserted two magazines, and then remained still.

Ring ring! Ring ring—

The landline phone on the cashier suddenly rang, and everyone froze. Jill gave Alice a wink, indicating that there was a camera in the corner.

Currently, only the Umbrella Corporation has the capability to monitor Raccoon City in real time. Alice knew the newcomers meant trouble and warned, "Ignore them, quickly pack your gear, let's take the back road and leave..."

"Hello, this is the 'Super Hard' weapons shop."

Alice: (ノへ￣,)

Russell picked up the microphone. "The owner didn't come home last night and is probably wandering the streets looking for food. I'm Russell, a temporary employee. How can I help you?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before someone finally spoke, "Give the phone to Alice."

"Okay, please leave a message after you hear the 'beep' sound, and I will pass it on to Alice! Beep~~~"

Russell abruptly hung up the phone and said to the bewildered crowd with a serious expression, "We're in trouble. If I'm not mistaken, it's probably the Umbrella Corporation."

Jill: (￣_,￣)

Payton, looking bewildered, pulled Russell to his side. "Buddy, don't cause trouble now. We know it's Umbrella Corporation calling without you even needing to answer the phone."

"Really!?"

Russell looked full of regret. "Damn it, it's all my fault, I was just too honest!"

Payton: "..."