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The ammunition depot is on the third floor.

He Yuanchao, carrying the stolen rifle, rushed up the stairs in three quick steps.

Judging from its internal structure, the building appears to be a large medical facility in Raccoon City, which was temporarily requisitioned by the Umbrella Corporation as an isolation and experimental base.

The signs in the corridor contained some medical terms and floor numbers that were difficult to understand, but He Yuanchao didn't need to look at them at all.

The system's holographic map had already been constructed in his mind. The structure of each floor of the building, the location of each door, and even how many people were in each room were all clearly visible, like an unfolded scroll.

The second door on the left on the third floor.

really.

A thick iron gate with a sign that read "Military Supplies Restricted Area" appeared prominently in front of them.

There is an electronic lock on the door.

He Yuanchao had no interest in even trying the password and kicked it directly.

"Bang!"

The iron gate, frame and all, was kicked off and flew out, crashing into a row of shelves inside the ammunition depot, scattering the neatly stacked ammunition boxes into pieces.

He Yuanchao stepped inside.

The space inside isn't large, but it has everything you need.

Several rows of steel gun racks held more than a dozen standard assault rifles and several shotguns.

Several boxes of bullets were stacked on the ground.

There were also several bulletproof shields and stab-proof vests in the corner.

"Yes, that's enough."

He Yuanchao quickly scanned the area, then started picking and choosing as if he were in his own supermarket.

He chose a 12-gauge tactical shotgun.

These large-caliber shotguns are the best for dealing with zombies. At close range, one shot can blow away not only the head, but also half of the body.

I also picked up a Beretta pistol as a spare.

Ammunition filled every pocket on his body that could hold anything.

He even had two flashbangs and a high-explosive grenade tucked into his waistband.

The rest of what they couldn't take with them were all stuffed into the system's dimensional space.

Anyway, no one saw it.

"Alright."

He Yuanchao pulled the bolt of the shotgun, and a crisp "click" echoed in the empty magazine.

The sound brought him a long-lost sense of peace.

Having a weapon in hand gives you a different kind of confidence.

Although his fists are now more effective than guns, he can only have two fists, no matter how hard they are.

When facing hordes of monsters, firepower is the key.

"Now."

"Go find someone."

He Yuanchao recalled the system's life detection mode in his mind.

On the aerial view of the entire building, the scattered cursors look like stars in the night sky.

Green represents normal human beings.

Red indicates an infected person or a variant.

Gray represents death.

There are very few green cursors.

Moreover, they are concentrated in several isolation rooms on the first floor and the basement.

Those must be the other survivors who were imprisoned.

But He Yuanchao's gaze lingered on those green cursors for less than half a second before quickly sweeping away elsewhere.

He is looking for two specific people.

Alice.

And Jill.

But what made him frown slightly was...

Throughout all floors of the building.

He couldn't find Alice's signal.

"It's been moved?"

He Yuanchao's expression darkened.

He remembered Kane saying "special consideration" on the platform.

That means Alice was likely moved to a more secluded location for individual research.

As for Jill.

There was no signal from her in the system.

This is not surprising.

According to the timeline of the story, Jill should still be fighting zombies in a certain neighborhood of Raccoon City at this moment, and has not yet joined up with the people here.

"We can't find anyone."

He Yuanchao gritted his teeth.

He knew Alice would be alright.

That woman was incredibly resilient, like an unkillable cockroach, and the T-virus in her body had been guided towards a benign state by the nutrients He Yuanchao had previously injected.

Once she is fully awakened, she will be able to fight her way out on her own.

But it's hard to say about Jill.

Although the policewoman in the blue tactical vest was very capable in combat, she was still just an ordinary human being, and in this situation where the entire city was under attack, she could be in danger at any moment.

"We can't waste any more time here."

"We need to get out."

He Yuanchao made the decision.

He stopped searching the building floor by floor.

That's a waste of time.

What he needed to do was to rush out of the building and onto the street as soon as possible.

While Raccoon City outside has become hell, it also means more opportunities.

More resources.

More people who can be subdued and utilized.

And many more... monsters to fight.

He Yuanchao, carrying a shotgun, walked towards the stairwell.

He had just stepped out of the ammunition depot.

At the other end of the corridor.

Then came a series of chaotic footsteps.

Those dragging, arrhythmic footsteps.

He was all too familiar.

Zombies.

The isolation measures in this building have failed.

Because of the chaos earlier, all the locks on the doors to the various isolation rooms belonging to the infected individuals had been opened.

Now they're running around the corridor like hungry dogs released from their cages.

He Yuanchao saw the first one.

It was a man wearing a white coat.

It's very likely one of those two researchers from earlier.

His face had turned ashen, his mouth drooped, his eyes rolled back, and there was a huge bite mark on his neck from which black blood was still dripping.

He saw He Yuanchao.

A hoarse growl escaped from his throat.

Then, swaying unsteadily, he lunged towards He Yuanchao.

He Yuanchao was too lazy to even lift his gun.

He simply stretched out his left hand, fingers spread, and grabbed the zombie's head.

Then squeeze hard.

"Splat."

It's like crushing a ripe tomato.

A mixture of red and white liquid squeezed out from between his fingers and flowed down his arm.

He Yuanchao shook his hand dismissively.

"It's so dirty."

He wiped his brain-splattered hands on the clothes of the still-standing corpse, then continued walking.

Then a few more appeared.

He Yuanchao finally decided to raise his gun.

"Bang!"

The deep, furious roar of the shotgun echoed through the corridor.

A single shot at close range blew away the upper half of a female zombie dressed as a nurse.

"Bang!"

The second shot.

Another head popped out like a balloon.

The gunshots were like thunder.

The lights in the corridor flickered on and off due to the vibrations.

He Yuanchao fought his way to the lobby on the first floor.

The scene in the hall became even more chaotic.

Everywhere there were overturned tables and chairs, shattered glass, and bodies that were hard to tell whether they were alive or dead.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and blood.

Is anyone still alive?!

He Yuanchao shouted towards the hall.

The sound echoed in the empty space.

No one answered.

Only a few howls of zombies could be heard in the distance.

He Yuanchao walked to the exit of the hall.

It was a huge automatic glass door, now half of which was broken.

Through the broken door frame.

He saw the outside world.

That was the first time he had seen the real surface of Raccoon City since leaving the Hive.

The sky was gray.

It was as if it were shrouded in a thick, toxic smoke.

The sunlight was filtered into a deathly, pale white hue, shining on the devastated streets as if waxing the dead city.

The streets were littered with abandoned cars, some still belching black smoke, others completely overturned.

Clothes, boxes, and even children's toys were scattered on the ground.

And then there are those who lie on the ground, never to wake up again.

And those things that have awakened, but are no longer human.

They wandered the streets in twos and threes, dragging their incomplete bodies and emitting chilling groans.

He Yuanchao took a deep breath.

The air outside carried a faint, sweet, chemical smell.

Those are traces left by the T virus after it spread through the air.

His system immediately provided an analysis.

The concentration of T virus in the air is below the safe threshold.

It has no effect on the host.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

He Yuanchao stepped out of that shattered door.

My feet were on the asphalt road surface, which was covered with broken glass and dust.

He stood on the street of this city that had been turned into a zombie abode.

Look around.

then.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It wasn't a mocking laugh.

It wasn't a cold laugh either.

Rather, it's the kind of excited laugh that a hunter only has when he finally enters the hunting grounds.

"That familiar smell of gunpowder and blood."

"This is where I belong."

"Let's go."

"Let's find a suitable car first."

"Then go and meet the living people in this city."

"As for Alice and Jill..."

He Yuanchao raised his head and looked at the gray sky.

"It won't be long."

"We'll meet again."

He gripped the shotgun tightly, strode forward, and walked deeper into the street.

Behind me was the hospital that had been turned into a mental hospital.

Before him lay the entire post-apocalyptic city, which he was about to turn upside down.

In this world without order or rules, where only the strong prey on the weak.

He Yuanchao.

coming.