From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

"We can't get out? How is that possible?!"

The balding middle-aged man in the back seat finally found his chance to show off. He puffed out his protruding belly and put on an air of authority: "I'm the police chief. It's just leaving the city. Let me make a phone call."

Men always like to show off in front of beautiful women, even if there is no chance for anything to happen yet. Regardless of anything else, it is an instinct engraved in their DNA, just like the behavior of some birds when they are courting.

The call connected, and before the police chief could say two words, his eyes widened: "What do you mean I've already resigned to take responsibility? How come I didn't know that?"

The other party clearly didn't want to listen to his nonsense and hung up the phone directly, leaving the former bureau chief completely bewildered and at a loss.

"The Umbrella Corporation has absolute power; at least the official authorities are all their people. Don't bother struggling." Xiao Miao sighed helplessly, glancing at the mission progress on the panel, then looked up at Jill: "We must save ourselves, find the weakest point in the walls, and escape!"

"Impossible! And how did you get this information?" the former director asked, clearly unconvinced.

Who says that high-ranking officials are all protectors? At least he isn't. If what Xiao Miao said is true, then he's a complete failure.

They're all high-ranking government officials, so why doesn't the protection network include me? Is it because I don't engage in prostitution?

Damn it, just say what you mean! It's not like we can't discuss it; I can refine it myself too.

"Because I'm a reporter, and I've been tracking and investigating Umbrella Corporation for a long time. Also, you better shut up, you fatso." Xiao Miao glanced at the back seat with disdain in his eyes.

Compared to the clueless former bureau chief, the other two passengers who hitched a ride were much quieter, behaving themselves and not interrupting.

"Dead...dead fatso?" The former director stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

In all his years as police chief, this was the first time anyone had dared to call him "fatso," especially to his face: "How dare you..."

Click!

The sound of a bullet being chambered rang out. Xiao Miao toyed with the pistol, turned his head, and asked, "What did you say?"

"...It's nothing."

Xiao Miao nodded in satisfaction, then noticed Jill glancing at him furtively. He turned to ask, "Officer, shall I check my press pass?"

"No need, I trust you." Jill shook her head. "I happen to know a place with a map and lots of guns. Hold on tight."

The police car suddenly accelerated after turning onto a side road, with two other police cars following closely behind.

......

As the T-virus spreads throughout the city, more and more zombies flood the streets, causing chain-reaction car accidents and gas explosions, turning Raccoon City into a living hell.

What should have been a 20-minute walk took a full hour.

During the convoy, which was hit by several zombie hordes, the convoy was completely separated. Xiao Miao had already taken out the assault rifle he had prepared in his backpack and fired all the bullets.

The setting sun was like blood, as if the city's blood had stained the sky red. At 5:10 p.m., the police car finally arrived at a gun shop.

Robert Kendo Gun Shop is also the official weapons supplier for STARS special forces.

The low-rise bungalows with dilapidated signs look no different from a rural motel from the outside, but the interior is a different story, with enough guns and ammunition stored to support a small-scale war.

After parking and turning off the engine, Jill glanced at the rifle in Xiao Miao's hand: "Are you really a reporter? Or an FBI agent on a mission?"

Xiao Miao rolled her eyes: "I have an irreconcilable hatred for the FBI. They warn me about it at the beginning of every movie."

Jill immediately understood and reached out to pinch Xiao Miao's thigh: "No wonder you're so thin."

Then she unbuckled her seatbelt, stepped out of the car gracefully in her high heels, leaving Xiao Miao with a beautiful silhouette.

Xiao Miao: "???"

Was I being flirted with?

This is outrageous! I must find a chance to get back at them!

The gun shop was pitch black inside. The sign for the second gun at 20% off was lying on the ground, and the door was tightly closed, making it look like it was closed for the day.

But that's simply impossible!

Just like Kabukicho in Japan doesn't close on weekends, this is America, and it's not the weekend today, so there's absolutely no possibility of the gun shop closing!

The five people filed into the gun shop, with Jill at the front, followed by the former police chief, then two ordinary people, a man and a woman, and Xiao Miao bringing up the rear, gripping his pistol tightly.

The gun shop lobby was deserted, vases were broken, newspaper racks were overturned, and debris was scattered all over the floor, suggesting that a riot had taken place there.

As Xiao Miao was the last to enter the gate, the sound of guns being cocked suddenly rang out, and more than a dozen figures emerged from various corners, raising their rifles and aiming at Xiao Miao and his group of five.

"Wow, wow, don't shoot! We're normal people!" the former police chief shouted frantically, fearing that the other party might accidentally pull the trigger.

Xiao Miao's body tensed, his mind focused on the [Character Card: Elf Princess Aya], ready to use it immediately if anything went wrong.

Although he could roughly guess who this group of people were, he didn't dare to gamble.

After a two-second silence, a voice broke the silence: "Jill, welcome back to the team."

An old man walked through the crowd, stood in front of Jill, and handed her a shotgun.

Jill took the shotgun, cocked it skillfully, and turned to the other four, saying, "Don't worry, none of them were bitten."

As she spoke, Jill gestured towards Xiao Miao with her lip: "This handsome reporter is quite skilled and has excellent marksmanship; he deserves a good set of equipment."

The older man in military uniform nodded, and everyone simultaneously holstered their guns, their movements synchronized and well-trained.

Seeing this, the former bureau chief and the two ordinary people breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much safer.

After a brief introduction, everyone got to know each other's identities and confirmed the team's situation.

Jill and the soldiers guarding the gun shop, needless to say, are STARS, short for Special Tactics and Rescue Team, belonging to the Raccoon City Police Department.

The other four included Xiao Miao: a police chief with a figure comparable to a pregnant woman, a mysterious reporter, a woman who claimed to be a reporter, and a black parking lot attendant.

The bureau chief, the female reporter, and the black administrator each received a handgun, while Xiao Miao received a full set of tactical equipment.

"Hey buddy, which museum did you borrow that gun from?"

A special forces soldier with a buzz cut picked up Xiao Miao's assault rifle, looking at him with disdain: "It looks older than my grandma!"

Xiao Miao: "...World War II Museum"

This is what happens when you're broke; you're lucky if you even have a gun. Many people don't even have that kind of financial situation.

A dark shadow streaked across the sky in an arc and crashed into Xiao Miao, followed by Jill's voice.

"Xiao, catch!"

Xiao Miao hurriedly caught it and found it was a black special forces tactical uniform.

Jill stood at the locker room door, tilting her head slightly towards Xiao Miao as she looked inside: "Come on in, or do you want to change outside?"

Whistles immediately filled the gun shop.

The old team leader patted Xiao Miao on the shoulder and winked at him: "Kid, seize the opportunity. Jill has very high standards."

Xiao Miao was pushed into the changing room in a daze.

Once the door closed, the atmosphere inside the cramped changing room instantly became ambiguous.

Jill took off her high heels and walked barefoot toward Xiao Miao, her perfect arches leaving a series of footprints on the ground.