Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

cold.

A bone-chilling cold.

This cold is different from the chilly wind on the walls of Beiping.

The cold in Beiping is a dry, knife-like cold; it hurts, but it's also penetrating and makes you feel clear-headed.

The cold here is a sticky, damp cold, like countless icy snakes crawling all over your body, seeping into your bones through your pores, sending a chill down your spine.

"cough……"

He Yuanchao suddenly opened his eyes and unconsciously coughed.

The sight before him made his pupils shrink slightly.

It was no longer that white system space, nor that familiar city tower.

This is a long, narrow, dimly lit corridor filled with metallic textures.

The fluorescent lights overhead flickered on and off, emitting a buzzing sound like a faulty connection, or perhaps like the massive building itself was groaning in pain.

A strange smell permeated the air.

It smelled like disinfectant from a hospital, mixed with the musty smell of sewers, and a very faint, sweet... chemical smell.

That's... the smell of residual nerve gas!

"This is……"

He Yuanchao immediately held his breath, and the G virus enhancement gene in his body instantly became active, forming a filtering barrier in his lungs in a very short time, keeping those harmful substances out.

He quickly surveyed his surroundings.

The interior design here has a futuristic feel, or rather, the kind of futuristic style people imagined at the end of the last century. Cold metal walls, heavy airtight doors, and ubiquitous surveillance cameras.

He looked down at himself.

The windbreaker that came from the system space has changed.

At this moment, he was wearing a well-tailored, high-end black suit made of exquisite fabric. The white shirt underneath had a crisp collar, and he even wore a delicate silk tie.

On his left chest was a uniquely designed badge.

It was an octagonal umbrella-shaped logo with red and white stripes.

Umbrella!

Umbrella Corporation!

"This is... the identity the system assigned to me?"

He Yuanchao reached into his pocket and pulled out a black leather document holder.

I opened it and took a look.

The photo above is of himself, still with that cold and resolute face, only his eyes have lost some of the gunpowder smoke from the baptism of war, and gained more of the sinister and profound look of a person in a position of power.

Name: Alex He

[Position: Special Inspector Delegated by Headquarters / Special Advisor to the Executive Board]

Security Level: Level 9 (Highest Level)

[Mission: Assess the operational status and potential risks of the Raccoon City Underground Research Center (The Hive).]

"Heh, this identity..."

He Yuanchao closed his ID card, a playful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, that's a high-level position. So I'm not here to be a savior, but to be the main villain?"

"Level nine authority? This means that in this underground base, apart from that insane AI 'Red Queen,' theoretically no one can control me."

He raised his wrist and looked at the non-existent watch—the system interface automatically displayed the time on his retina.

[Current time: September 2002, 7:30 PM.]

[4 hours remaining until the task force can breach the barrier.]

[There are 3 hours and 50 minutes left until Alice awakens.]

"I see……"

He Yuanchao's mind raced, and by combining his memories of the plot of "Resident Evil 1", he quickly sorted out the current situation.

We are currently in the early stages of a virus outbreak.

That traitor named Spencer just stole the T-virus and the antidote. To cover up his crime, he broke a virus test tube and deliberately released the virus through the ventilation system during the evacuation.

The super AI "Red Queen," which controls the entire base, triggered the ultimate defense mechanism to prevent the virus from leaking to the ground.

It blocked all the exits.

Then, a high concentration of nerve gas called "Halon" was released.

This poison gas can instantly kill any organism that is not infected by the virus, or cause it to fall into a deep coma.

Now, in this so-called "Hive" underground base.

Aside from the staff who have already been infected by the virus and are slowly mutating into zombies.

The rest are probably all dead.

or……

People like He Yuanchao, who are not yet dead, should be in a coma.

"The system's identity arrangement is quite interesting."

"In other words, I am now inside the hive, and should have been poisoned or drugged like the other unfortunate souls."

But I was awake.

"Is this... a little perk for the start?"

He Yuanchao straightened up and adjusted the hem of his suit. He could feel that although this body lacked the battle-hardened killing intent it had in the world of Bright Sword, the sense of power belonging to a "super soldier" still filled every cell under the system's support.

It might be a bit difficult to smash through this alloy wall with one punch.

But if you were to snap the necks of a few zombies, it would be as easy as breaking a few cucumbers.

"Sizzle—"

Just then, the surveillance camera in the corner suddenly turned.

The camera, flashing red light, was fixed intently on He Yuanchao.

A feeling of being spied on instantly welled up inside me.

"The Red Queen".

He Yuanchao raised his head, looked directly at the camera, and showed no panic on his face, but rather a provocative smile.

He knew that the artificial intelligence that appeared to be a harmless little girl was currently performing frantic calculations deep within the motherboard, analyzing his "abnormal data."

Why is someone who should have been knocked unconscious by nerve gas still alive and kicking?

Why would a company executive with normal vital signs give off an extremely dangerous feeling?

"Buzz..."

Just as He Yuanchao was watching the camera, a hissing sound of depressurization suddenly came from an airtight door at the end of the corridor.

Then, it slowly opens.

Behind the door was a deathly silence and darkness.

In the depths of that darkness, something seemed to be dragging its feet, moving slowly.

"Looks like you want to test my mettle, little girl."

He Yuanchao pulled out the gun from the inside pocket of his suit—a gun he still carried even under his suit and tie, a gun that had become a part of his soul…

Desert Eagle!

The silver gun barrel gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light.

This gun, in the world of "Bright Sword," has drunk the blood of countless Japanese soldiers.

Now, it is about to begin a new round of conquest in this foreign land, in this world full of monsters.

"Click".

The insurance has been opened.

He Yuanchao strode forward, his gleaming high-end leather shoes making a clear and rhythmic "tap, tap" sound on the cold metal floor.

He walked slowly toward the open door.

Now that we're here, let's not think about anything else.

This beehive is mine.

This protective umbrella company will be mine in the future.

As for you unruly pieces of rotten meat, and that unruly computer...

You must submit.

Either... go die!

"Come on, let me see if this so-called biohazard is really that scary!"