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

Elliott quickly took Fang Qingzhou to the storage room for seized items. The storage room was quite advanced, with a total of 18 cabinets controlled by a locker terminal.

Fang Qingzhou looked around and saw a lot of bullets and some miscellaneous items in these cabinets.

"Damn it!"

Elliott had just walked up to the terminal and reached out to press the key to enter the unlock password when his eyes fell on the keypad. His face turned ashen, and he couldn't help but burst into a tirade of curses.

"Someone deliberately damaged the terminal keyboard! Now only two cabinets can be opened!"

Fang Qingzhou took a closer look and discovered that the terminal's numeric keypad had been maliciously damaged, with the two most crucial numeric keys being forcibly pried off.

Elliott, seething with anger, entered the numbers and opened the two cabinets that could be opened.

There was a box of shotgun shells and a box of pistol shells in the two cabinets, but Fang Qingzhou did not immediately take the ammunition; his attention had been drawn to something else.

It was a separate cabinet in the corner, containing a shotgun.

"Elliott, could you open this cabinet?"

Fang Qingzhou stared intently at the shotgun in the cabinet. The power of this thing was far superior to the small pistol in his hand. He really wanted it.

"This cabinet is specifically for storing captured weapons; you need a special key card to open it," Elliott shook his head.

"Can't we just smash the cabinet?"

Fang Qingzhou had already raised his gun, eager to try it out. As long as he could get his hands on this shotgun, wasting a few bullets would be completely worthwhile.

"No, to prevent criminals from trying to steal these things, all the cabinets are bulletproof and connected to an independent alarm system. We don't have the authority to force them open; the entire police station can hear the alarm." Elliott quickly stepped forward to stop them.

"However, we can go to the office next door and see if we can find the key card."

"Let's try looking in the office next door."

Although Fang Qingzhou wanted the shotgun, he remained cautious. He first took out the bullets from the two open cabinets, loaded them into the magazines, and then walked with Elliott to the office next door.

The office door wasn't locked, and Fang Qingzhou opened it with a gentle push.

But as soon as he pushed open the office door, his pupils contracted sharply, because there were eight zombies walking around in the fairly spacious office.

The next moment, Fang Qingzhou slammed the door shut again.

Eight.

There are eight of them again.

The eight zombies from last time had left him with some psychological trauma, but he couldn't do without that shotgun; a small pistol certainly wouldn't be enough to take down a Licker.

"You stay outside and provide cover and light, I'll go and clear out the zombies inside."

Fang Qingzhou turned around, handed the flashlight to Elliott next to him, and then held a pistol in one hand and a dagger in the other.

Elliott's combat ability is questionable; sending him in would likely result in him being bitten and would also waste bullets.

Fang Qingzhou being bitten a couple of times is no big deal, but Elliott being bitten would be the end of him. He can't be immune to the T-virus, so he'll have to figure out how to find the remaining two badges on his own.

Besides, he's not the same person he was a week ago; he's trained seriously now.

Elliott took the flashlight, his throat bobbing as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded vigorously, then raised the flashlight high, the beam of light piercing through the glass window of the office door, illuminating a chaotic corner inside.

Fang Qingzhou took a deep breath, pressed the doorknob and dagger with his left hand, gripped the pistol tightly with his right hand, and pointed the muzzle slightly upward, aiming at the space behind the door.

"three."

He counted in a low voice.

"two."

Elliott's hands were trembling, and the beam of light swayed slightly in response.

"one."

Fang Qingzhou pushed the door open abruptly, slipped inside sideways, and moved with a swift and decisive motion, completely different from the flustered person she was at the gas station a week ago.

The first zombie was closest to the door. Hearing the noise, it turned around. Its rotting face was distorted in the light, and its cloudy eyes hadn't even locked onto a target when Fang Qingzhou's gun was already pressed against its pupil.

"Bang."

The bullet pierced the skull, black blood splattered from the back of the head, and the zombie fell straight backward, crashing into another zombie behind it.

[Kill 1 zombie, experience points +10]

Without pausing, Fang Qingzhou moved to the right, increasing the distance between himself and the horde of zombies, and quickly turned his gun towards the second zombie.

Elliott's flashlight beam followed his movements closely, leaving a streak of light in the darkness.

"Bang!"

The second zombie fell to the ground.

But the remaining six were fully activated by the gunshot. They were no longer slow and sluggish as before, but surged toward Fang Qingzhou, their rotting arms clawing wildly in the air, and their throats emitting muffled and rapid roars.

Fang Qingzhou kept dodging left and right, preventing the zombies from surrounding him.

He took a large step diagonally to the left, bypassing an overturned desk and using its legs to temporarily block the path of the two zombies on his left. At the same time, he aimed his gun at the nearest zombie on his right, aimed into its eye, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The zombie's face exploded in the gunfire.

[Kill 1 zombie, experience points +10]

Five remain.

Two more zombies pounced almost simultaneously.

Fang Qingzhou took a half step back with his right foot, sidestepped the attack of the zombie on the left, and pulled the trigger with the muzzle of his gun almost touching the temple of the zombie on the right.

"Bang!"

Black blood splattered on half of his face.

[Kill 1 zombie, experience points +10]

The zombie on the left staggered after missing its target and crashed into the wall. Its rotting fingernails scraped against the wall with a screeching sound. It quickly turned around, opened its mouth full of black blood, and lunged at Fang Qingzhou.

Fang Qingzhou, holding the dagger in his left hand in a reverse grip, stabbed it into its jaw from bottom to top.

The blade pierced through the soft tissue and penetrated the base of the skull. The zombie's body convulsed violently, its rotting arm flailing wildly in the air before collapsing limply.

[Kill 1 zombie, experience points +10]

Qingzhou drew his dagger, the blade stained with dark brown blood. He casually flicked the blood off and gripped it tightly again.

There are three left.

The remaining three were no match for Fang Qingzhou and were quickly dealt with by him.

"Huff huff huff..." Fang Qingzhou stood there, panting heavily.

These past few days, he has been training with Yang Feng for more than twelve hours almost every day. They mainly train on how to escape and dodge attacks, as well as practice close combat. In the evenings, he also trains for several hours on his own.

It's fair to say that he spends all his time training, except for eating, sleeping, and reviewing data from Resident Evil: Raccoon City.

An ordinary person would have collapsed under such self-destructive training, but he withstood it thanks to the physical strength brought by his Bristleback.

"I should be getting a bit of Leon's flair from Resident Evil 4 after his special agent training, right...?"

Fang Qingzhou remembered that after Leon left Raccoon City, he joined the US government, underwent rigorous training to become a secret agent, and later went to rescue the president's daughter, Ashley.

Just as Fang Qingzhou had rested enough and was about to start looking for the key card in the office, he froze again.

He saw a blue banner hanging on a workstation that read "Welcome Leon".

The translation is: Welcome, Lyon.