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The police car finally slowed down after making the seventh turn.

It's not that Jill wants to slow down.

The fuel gauge has turned red.

The pointer had reached the bottom red line and emitted a "beep beep" alarm—in this ghostly place teeming with zombies, the sound was particularly jarring.

Jill's lips were tightly pressed together as she reduced the car's speed to forty.

It'll break down if it goes any faster.

"There's a gas station up ahead." He Yuanchao glanced at the system map.

"However, I don't recommend stopping. The zombie density there is very high—there are at least twenty red dots."

"What should we do?" Peyton asked weakly from the back seat. His complexion was even worse, and his voice sounded like he had cotton stuffed in his throat.

He Yuanchao thought for a moment.

"Go two blocks east, there's an underground parking lot. There should still be cars there. Just find another one."

Jill glanced at him.

"You seem quite familiar with the map of this city."

"I have a good memory." He Yuanchao shrugged.

This reason didn't fool Jill, but she didn't press the matter.

In the end times, living is a hundred times more important than getting to the bottom of things.

Three minutes later.

The police car drove into the entrance of the underground parking lot of a commercial building.

It's very dark down there.

Jill turned on the headlights, the beams sweeping back and forth across the concrete walls and ceiling, illuminating rows of crookedly parked cars.

Most of them are ordinary family cars and SUVs.

He Yuanchao's gaze swept quickly across the vehicles.

Then it froze.

in the corner.

A black Chevrolet pickup truck was parked there.

Those rugged pickup trucks with extended cargo beds, four-wheel drive systems, and metal roof racks welded to the cargo bed.

There was also a faded hunting club sticker on the vehicle.

He Yuanchao walked over and tried the car door.

It wasn't locked.

He opened the driver's side door and bent down to glance at the dashboard.

Oil gauge —

80% full.

He Yuanchao glanced at the car key slot again.

empty.

But that's not a problem.

He crouched down, pried open the plastic cover under the steering wheel, revealing the wiring terminals inside.

Two lines.

One pair.

The engine roared to life.

He had mastered this skill to perfection in the world of "Bright Sword"—back then, eight out of ten captured Japanese trucks were started by jumper cables.

"Get in the car." He Yuanchao jumped out of the driver's seat and helped Jill get Payton into the back seat.

"Pickup trucks have high ground clearance, four-wheel drive, and cargo beds—in the apocalypse, these vehicles are a million times more useful than sports cars."

He moved all the ammunition and equipment he could carry from the police car into the back of the pickup truck.

Shotgun, Beretta, ammunition box, and a few bottles of water.

There aren't many items.

But that's not a small number either.

Jill got into the passenger seat.

He Yuanchao drove it himself this time.

He adjusted the seat and stepped on the accelerator twice to feel the car's power response.

Not bad.

The essence of American muscle cars is still there.

Although it can't compare to the armored vehicle he drove in the world of "Bright Sword," it's more than enough as a means of transportation.

"Where to?" Jill asked as she fastened her seatbelt.

He Yuanchao did not answer immediately.

He was processing the information provided by the system in his mind.

He Yuanchao had already read through the plot information about the Resident Evil cinematic universe in the system's database several times.

According to the original timeline.

After the appearance of Nemesis, the next key turning point is—

Dr. Ashford.

Charles Ashford.

One of the core scientists at Umbrella Corporation, and co-inventor of the T-virus.

This person is different from the other corrupt officials who protect others.

He didn't develop the T-virus for weapons purposes—his initial goal was to treat his daughter Angela's congenital myasthenia gravis.

Angela.

A little girl who is about ten years old.

The T-virus cured her illness and allowed her to stand up from her wheelchair.

But precisely because of this, Angela carries a special T-virus antibody in her body—the kind of antibody that has been tamed by the human body's natural immune system and has no side effects.

this thing.

This is the antidote that He Yuanchao needs.

It can not only save Payton.

It can also lay the foundation for him to build his own "biochemical empire" in this world in the future.

more importantly--

Angela should still be in Raccoon City.

Her father, Dr. Ashford, has hacked into the city's public communications system and is guiding survivors to rescue her.

But the place where the little girl was trapped was a primary school that had already fallen.

He Yuanchao searched his memory for the location of that school.

It's about three kilometers from here.

In the southeast direction of the city.

"I know which way to go."

He Yuanchao started the pickup truck, the wheels rolled over the parking lot floor, and headed towards the exit.

"There is someone who can help us."

"Who is it?"

"The scientist from Umbrella Corporation. Dr. Ashford," He Yuanchao explained as he drove. "He's not with Kane's gang. He has a daughter trapped in the city, and he's willing to trade intelligence and technology for us to rescue her."

"How did you know?" Jill frowned.

He Yuanchao pointed to the police radio on the dashboard.

The device was still working, making a buzzing noise.

"He's been broadcasting on public frequencies. You can hear it if you listen carefully."

Jill leaned closer, still somewhat skeptical.

I adjusted the frequency a few times.

really.

Amidst the cacophony of static noise, a fragmented sound was playing repeatedly—

"This is... Ashford... My daughter Angela... at Ravana Elementary School... If anyone... please help her... I can help you leave this city... I have the pass code..."

His voice was old and weary, carrying a father's despair.

Jill was silent for two seconds.

"Are you planning to go?"

"If you don't plan to, I won't mention it." He Yuanchao turned the steering wheel to avoid an overturned bread truck in the middle of the road.

"That school isn't very safe," Jill said.

"I know."

"And Payton's condition... he can't hold on much longer."

That's why we need to be quick.

He Yuanchao added fuel.

The pickup truck picked up speed, and the engine roared.

"Ashford's daughter has natural T-virus antibodies. If we can find her, it might be possible to extract an antidote."

"One bullet saved two lives—hers and Payton's."

Jill glanced at him.

"You know everything."

"No, I'm just well-informed." He Yuanchao subtly changed the subject.

The pickup truck drove out of the parking lot.

They returned to the streets of Raccoon City.

It was completely dark.

Without streetlights—the power system finally gave out, and the last glimmer of civilization in the city was extinguished in the night.

Darkness swallowed everything.

The only light source is the pickup truck's headlights.

Two beams of light pierced through the darkness, illuminating the road surface dozens of meters ahead.

The road was covered with those swaying gray figures.

They become more excited at night.

Even hungrier.

He Yuanchao's gaze passed over the shadows swaying in the lamplight and looked in a certain direction in the distance.

There.

In some corner of this post-apocalyptic city.

A little girl was huddled under her desk, hugging a teddy bear, shivering.

She was waiting for someone to come and rescue her.

"Step on the gas," He Yuanchao said.

"Target – Ravana Elementary School."