What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

"What if I materialize the Umbrella Corporation's pharmaceutical plant later, but the government or other companies come looking for trouble? Can you help me handle that?" Fang Qingzhou continued to ask.

Once the cutting-edge technologies of the Umbrella Corporation are exposed in the real world, they will inevitably touch the core interests of major pharmaceutical companies, capital groups, and even the national level, and countless prying eyes and schemes will follow.

[The system can only legitimize factories and technology in this world; the host is responsible for resolving any problems that may arise.]

[Therefore, please make as much money as possible to build your own power. If you have enough money, you can exchange it for the Umbrella Corporation's USS forces. At that time, all problems will be solved.]

USS is a secret unit of the Umbrella Corporation, tasked with protecting company assets and destroying incriminating evidence. Its members are highly trained elites, including the infamous Hank the Grim Reaper.

Hearing this, Fang Qingzhou's desire to make more money grew even stronger. He was worried about others eyeing him, perhaps because he himself wasn't strong enough.

If someone is truly powerful and has the level of security that a real Umbrella Corporation would have, then who could steal their technology?

[One week has passed. Please prepare to enter the Resident Evil world again.]

"System, how much money is left in the account?" Fang Qingzhou asked.

The company currently has one billion in its accounts.

Upon hearing this number, Fang Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief. Resident Evil: Raccoon City had raked in a staggering 3 billion in just one week. Even if the unscrupulous system took 2 billion, there was still 1 billion left.

One billion is equivalent to one hundred resurrection coins.

If he had a hundred lives, he should be able to come back safely.

"Let's begin the time travel," Fang Qingzhou said.

Soon, that dizzying feeling returned.

When Fang Qingzhou opened his eyes again, he was back in the Raccoon City Police Department, and he was now wearing a police uniform, officially joining the Raccoon City Police Department.

"Leon Kennedy, welcome. You can call me Sheriff Marvin," said the black policeman who had rescued Fang Qingzhou earlier.

"What exactly is going on?" Fang Qingzhou asked, trying his best to play the role of a rookie police officer who knew nothing.

However, he also noticed that Sheriff Marvin had an abdominal injury, and he didn't know if it was a simple injury or if he had been bitten by a zombie.

"Nobody knows the exact cause. A few days ago, these monsters called zombies suddenly appeared. They carry a virus, and if you get bitten or scratched, you'll turn into a zombie," Marvin said, clutching his stomach as he sat in a chair.

He then looked at Eliot, who was writing and drawing in his notebook.

"Elliott, tell me the way out you've found."

Elliott approached Fang Qingzhou with his notebook, which contained a simple diagram of the tunnels and sketches of several statues.

"This area of ​​the Raccoon City Police Department was originally an art museum that went bankrupt due to poor management."

"Later, the government acquired and renovated the building, designating it as the police headquarters. All the funds for the renovation and construction were handed over to the Umbrella Corporation by the mayor."

"Umbrella Corporation is determined to make this a landmark building in Raccoon City, so it has deliberately preserved a large number of classical sculptures and art pieces left over from the museum, as well as many hidden mechanisms and secret passages left over from the early years."

"The goddess statue in the center of the hall has a hidden mechanism inside. Once activated, it connects to a secret underground passage that leads directly to the underground parking lot. That's currently the only way out of the entire police station to escape Raccoon City," Elliott explained carefully, pointing to the marked area on the map.

"But to unlock the mechanism of the goddess statue, you must collect three specially made relief medals."

"Three medals?"

Fang Qingzhou looked down at the densely hand-drawn illustrations on the notebook and frowned.

As expected, the classic puzzle-solving and collection part, which is unavoidable in Resident Evil, is both tedious and time-consuming.

"I know roughly where these three badges are located; I'll take you there," Elliott said.

Hearing this, Fang Qingzhou praised himself for his selfless act of saving Elliot. He didn't know how long it would have taken him to find him.

"You two go find it, I'll stay here," Sergeant Marvin said.

"But..." Elliott wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Sheriff Marvin.

"I was bitten. I don't know why I didn't immediately turn into that kind of monster, but I won't last long. I'll just be a burden to you. Elliot, you have to take Leon out alive. I don't want such a young and good policeman to die here like this."

"I understand..." Elliott nodded, forcing back his grief. Since the outbreak of the disaster, his familiar colleagues in the police station had been killed one by one or turned into zombies. Parting had become a daily occurrence.

"Here you go." Marvin stood up and handed Fang Qingzhou a brand-new military dagger and a magazine full of bullets.

"The disaster struck too quickly, and supplies were depleted extremely quickly. The police station's reserves are already exhausted, so I cannot provide you with any more weapons or supplies."

"However, when the crisis first hit, Police Chief Elons deliberately dismantled and scattered all the weapons, ammunition, and first-aid supplies in the entire bureau and secretly hid them in various corners. If you search the rooms, corridors, and hidden corners along the way, you should still be able to find a lot of useful things."

Fang Qingzhou silently accepted the bullets and dagger, feeling a sense of admiration for Ma Wensheng.

Even when facing imminent death, Marvin remained steadfast in his principles and maintained a kind heart, proving himself to be a truly deserving and responsible good police officer.

"It's all because of that damned Elons that we've ended up like this!" Elliott gritted his teeth in anger upon hearing the name Elons.

When the zombie outbreak occurred, Elons, as the police chief, not only failed to take command, but also dispersed all the weapons and ammunition and hid.

This left many police officers without enough weapons and ammunition, making them unable to resist the horde's onslaught. As a result, they were forced to retreat step by step, eventually leading to the complete fall of the entire police station.

"Alright, go ahead. I'll stay here and let you know if anything happens." Sergeant Marvin handed another walkie-talkie to the two men and then began to check the surveillance footage on the computer.

"Let's go, one of the medals is on the second floor, and there should be some supplies there too. I'll take you to see it," Elliott said, then headed upstairs.

Fang Qingzhou hung the dagger at his waist and followed closely behind. Soon, Elliott stopped in the middle of the second-floor corridor, where a lion statue stood in the middle of the passageway.

The lion stands on a heavy stone shield, and the base of the statue is inlaid with three rotating knobs arranged side by side, each engraved with different ancient patterns.

Elliott immediately pulled out his notebook and, referring to the unlocking order he had recorded beforehand, adjusted the corresponding patterns one by one.

A few soft, crisp clicking sounds rang out as the stone shield under the lion's feet slowly caved inward, revealing a narrow, hidden recess. Inside, a round medal, exquisitely carved with a lion's head and gleaming with a matte gold finish, lay quietly.