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

This is a tomb.

A tomb buried deep underground, constructed from steel, concrete, high-strength glass, and cutting-edge technology.

The entrance, disguised as an ordinary mansion on the ground, is like a gleaming signboard erected in front of a tombstone, concealing the sins and death fermenting hundreds of meters below.

He Yuanchao straightened his slightly tight haute couture suit.

The fabric of this dress is nice, smooth to the touch, and the tailoring is masterful. It makes the wearer look tall and stylish, but he doesn't like it.

It's too restrictive.

This kind of clothing is suitable for sitting in a spacious office, swirling a glass of red wine, and gesturing to the people below.

But it's not suitable for the bloody drama that's about to unfold in this hive.

This place is about to turn into a battlefield.

In a few hours, the more than 500 employees trapped in the offices, corridors, and elevators will all be able to get back up under the influence of that damned T virus.

They will become hungry.

Extreme hunger.

Wearing that suit and engaging in hand-to-hand combat with zombies? That's just plain stupid.

He Yuanchao pursed his lips, his eyes, which shone brightly even in the dim light, scanning the surroundings.

The changing room is not far ahead.

That was prepared for the maintenance personnel at the base.

He strode over, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the metal lattice floor, echoing eerily in the deathly silent corridor.

An ordinary person would probably have wet their pants by now.

But who is He Yuanchao?

This is a killing god who has survived countless battles, a madman who dares to charge against hundreds of thousands of Japanese soldiers.

This eerie atmosphere was nothing compared to the cool night breeze in the mass grave in the world of Bright Sword.

Push open the door to the locker room.

The room was a mess, with several pieces of work clothes lying on the floor that hadn't been put away yet, and a musty smell permeated the air.

Clearly, the people here evacuated in a hurry before this disaster occurred, or rather...

They didn't even have time to evacuate before collapsing in some corner.

He Yuanchao did not mind.

He rummaged through a row of wardrobes for a while and picked out a dark blue jumpsuit.

It's made of special fibers, so it's wear-resistant, scratch-resistant, and has many pockets for easy storage.

Although it's not as good as the special forces uniform he wore in the world of Bright Sword, it's still usable.

With a "rip" sound.

He ripped the expensive bespoke suit off like a rag and tossed it into the trash can.

If the original "Inspector Ho" saw this, he would probably be trembling with heartache.

But now He Yuanchao only cares about practicality.

He changed into his work clothes, fastened his belt, put the silver Desert Eagle in the most convenient position, and stuffed two magazines full of bullets into the pockets on his sides.

He even grabbed a large pipe wrench that someone had left behind, weighed it in his hand, and tucked it into his lower back.

This look makes him look exactly like a plumber who just got off work.

Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary repairman was actually a special envoy sent by the Umbrella Corporation headquarters in this world, possessing the highest authority second only to the board of directors?

"System, get to work."

He Yuanchao gave a mental instruction.

"Activate full terrain scan mode."

"Strip this honeycomb naked. I need to know every vent, every cable, and... where all the valuables are."

[Ding! Command received!]

[Holographic scanning module activated...]

[Building a 3D honeycomb structure diagram...]

[Scanning range: 200 meters to 800 meters underground...]

For an instant.

On He Yuanchao's retina, the originally dimly lit corridor scene had changed.

Countless pale blue lines began to rapidly outline before his eyes, and the walls turned into semi-transparent dotted lines. The complex pipelines that were originally hidden deep in the concrete, the automatic defense machine guns hidden in the ceiling, and the huge mainframe room buried deep underground were all exposed!

It felt like having a God's-eye view.

Although the beehive was enormous and its structure was as complex as a maze, in He Yuanchao's eyes at that moment, it was just a flat, spread-out pancake.

He could see even a mouse digging a hole in that corner clearly.

"Wow...that's quite a generous gesture."

Looking at the enormous underground complex in his mind, He Yuanchao couldn't help but click his tongue.

This is the power of technology.

In comparison, the tunnels he dug in Zhaojiayu were like children playing house.

Those lunatics at Umbrella dug out such a huge city from underground just to conduct biochemical research.

The facility includes laboratories, living quarters, and even a small-scale ecological cycle system.

If this had happened in that era, it would definitely have been the eighth wonder of the world.

"What a pity, they've all become coffins for the dead."

He Yuanchao shook his head, his gaze fixed on a special area on the map.

That was a frozen storage area located below Restaurant B.

The system's annotations indicate that there is an extremely high level of bioenergy reaction there.

[High-energy biological reaction detection!]

[Target: Licker Primitive Culture Tank.]

[Status: In low-temperature hibernation.]

Quantity: 15.

Licker.

The nightmare in the early stages of Resident Evil. Although this thing looks ugly, with its brain sticking out and no eyes, it is truly vicious.

If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't even have time to run away.

But He Yuanchao's eyes lit up when he saw the mark.

"This is good stuff."

"This is the purest original biological weapon sample."

"If we could take this thing's genetic code back with us, or even just absorb it here, it would be great to use it as a henchman."

"Since you're here, don't come empty-handed."

"I'm here to be a shareholder, so taking some of our own products isn't unreasonable, is it?"

He Yuanchao's lips curled into a wicked smile.

He did not go directly to the Red Queen's main control room.

The area is currently under strict lockdown, and any movement there will trigger a tantrum from the slightly neurotic little girl AI.

Now is not the time to completely confront the Red Queen.

Making some profits first is the right thing to do.

He started walking, not taking the usual elevator—because the Red Queen had cut off the power to most of the elevators.

He arrived at a seemingly inconspicuous maintenance door.

According to the system's scan, there is a freight maintenance passage leading directly to the lower level, which is usually deserted.

"Click".

He Yuanchao swiped the universal electronic card in his hand on the access control.

This is also a modified access card from the system. In this hive, apart from the various vaults storing the T-virus stock solution, everything is basically green light.

The red light flashed and turned green.

The airtight door slid open slowly with a heavy sigh.

A blast of cold air hit me.

He Yuanchao, like a nimble raccoon, slipped into the passage and slid rapidly down the steep metal ladder toward the dark abyss.

Ten minutes later.

A hidden warehouse outside Restaurant B.

The place wasn't badly damaged; the lighting was dim, and rows of huge cylindrical glass culture tanks were neatly arranged.

The glass tank was filled with a pale green nutrient solution, and under the dim green light, monsters with bright red bodies and completely exposed muscle tissue floated quietly inside.

Their brains are directly exposed, without the covering of skin, and the thick blood vessels pulsate slightly in the nutrient solution.

Even in its dormant state, those iconic long claws gleamed with a chilling light.

This is the licker.

The purest killing machine.

"So ugly."

He Yuanchao walked to a culture tank and tapped on the thick bulletproof glass.

"Knock knock".

The monster inside didn't react at all and remained asleep.

"But ugly as it may be, its fighting power is absolutely real."

"If someone doesn't have a strengthened body, they would be cut in half with that claw."

He Yuanchao sighed, then waved his hand dismissively.

"System, get to work."

"Pack them all up, this row, that row, and that biggest one over there."

"Put it into a dimensional space."

[Ding! High-value biological sample detected!]

[Receiving...]

A visible ripple appeared in the air.

Those huge culture tanks, which originally weighed several tons and were connected by countless pipelines, disappeared into thin air as if they had been swallowed up by some unseen behemoth!

All that remained were the severed pipes on the ground, from which green nutrient solution was still flowing.

In less than a minute.

The warehouse, which was once full, was instantly empty, with not a single hair left.

This is the joy of having personal space.

Those were the legendary "Three Alls Policy" implementers, who made sure wherever they went, the place was spotless.

"The first batch of goods has arrived."

He Yuanchao clapped his hands in satisfaction, as if he had just bought a few cabbages at the market.

"Next..."

His gaze pierced through the layers of floorboards, looking upwards.

He looked down at the ground.

There is a luxurious villa there.

There lay a woman, still unconscious.

A woman destined to reign supreme in this apocalyptic world, yet burdened with the heaviest destiny.

Alice.

"Now that I've taken the benefits from Umbrella, I have to do some work too."

"The story hasn't even begun yet; the task force is still on its way."

"I need to go upstairs for some fresh air, and while I'm at it... to see the Sleeping Beauty."

"After all, the rest of the show can't go on without her."

He Yuanchao turned around and disappeared back into the dark ventilation duct, like a real ghost, silently creeping towards the ground.

In this desolate hive, a storm called "He Yuanchao" is silently brewing.

Meanwhile, the Red Queen's surveillance cameras continued to spin in vain, trying to capture the strange signal that kept disappearing into the blind spot, completely unaware that its home base had already been half-destroyed.