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

"System, how much money do I have right now?" Fang Qingzhou asked.

He was about to enter the Resident Evil world for the third time, and he needed to take stock of his resources before setting off.

The host currently has 8 billion in funds at their disposal.

The influence of Resident Evil: Raccoon City continues to spread this week, with downloads reaching 500 million.

The weekly turnover reached 5 billion, and after deducting the 2 billion protection fee collected by the unscrupulous system, the net profit was 3 billion, while the pharmaceutical production line brought him an additional 5 billion in profit.

This made Fang Qingzhou see the unparalleled potential of the pharmaceutical market. Because of years of peace, the world's population has reached tens of billions. Tens of billions of people wash their faces every day, are afraid of getting old, are afraid of losing their hair, and are afraid of leaving scars.

Resident Evil: Raccoon City's 500 million downloads are far from saturated, but games are ultimately a form of entertainment. Some people don't like playing games, some don't have time to play games, and some can't play games under parental supervision.

Unlike skincare products, medicines are daily necessities. From newborns to centenarians, everyone needs to take medicine. No matter how large the gaming market is, it can't surpass basic human needs. This ironclad rule holds true everywhere.

This also shows just how powerful the Umbrella Corporation is in the Resident Evil universe.

The Umbrella Corporation doesn't just have this one production line or these three skincare products. It has a global pharmaceutical research and development system and thousands of products, from emergency sprays to vaccines to antiviral drugs, practically monopolizing the pharmaceutical market in the Resident Evil world.

He simply took three civilian skincare products from the Umbrella Corporation's product inventory and, relying on one production line, made a profit of five billion in just one week.

If one day he were to move the entire Umbrella Corporation production line into the real world and put all the real core products on the shelves, what kind of business empire would that be?

"Looks like I'll have to exchange for a Tyrant to keep things under control next time I come back." Fang Qingzhou's gaze swept over the Tyrant section in the system's exchange list.

The price tag of 820 million is still eye-catching. A week ago, he thought the price was outrageously expensive, but now he thinks it's less than two days' worth of drug profits.

At the same time, he also knew that as the terrifying money-making ability of the pharmaceutical production line was fully unleashed, more and more people would target Umbrella, and their methods would become increasingly dirty.

Previously, it was just some commercial spies sending resumes to Miteng Company hoping to sneak in and take a look. Next, they will likely face systematic infiltration by intelligence agencies from various countries, a commercial encirclement by global beauty giants regardless of cost, and those who do not want to go through commercial procedures and want to directly snatch things from him at gunpoint.

The Raccoon City Police Department's security force, led by Sheriff Marvin, is more than capable of dealing with petty thieves or corporate spies, but its firepower is insufficient when facing special operations teams sent by certain countries.

As for why we don't exchange for the Tyrant now, it's because these eight billion are still needed as resurrection coins.

These eight billion coins represent eight hundred resurrection opportunities, which should be sufficient. What he needs to consider now is not the number of resurrection coins, but whether his mind will break down after dying eight hundred times.

Fortunately, he leveled up Bristleback, which further reduced his pain perception.

"System, begin the time travel." Fang Qingzhou took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

That dizzy feeling returned, but compared to the previous two times, he was almost used to it.

When Fang Qingzhou opened his eyes again, torrential rain lashed his face. He was lying face down on the wet asphalt outside the parking lot.

Then he saw a pair of black high heels, and above the heels were a pair of long, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings, and above that was the hem of a beige trench coat fluttering gently in the wind and rain.

The woman, wearing a beige trench coat and large sunglasses, who walked with ease in high heels in Raccoon City where zombies roamed, was pointing a cold pistol at his head.

"Who are you?" Fang Qingzhou asked.

Of course he knew that this woman was the famous Ada Wong, the most captivating woman in the Resident Evil series, whose every appearance made Leon's heart skip a beat, just like the hearts of the players.

But the plot still had to go on. He leaned against the wall behind him, making himself look like an unlucky policeman who had just been beaten senseless by the tyrant and hadn't yet figured out what was going on.

"I'm an FBI agent. You can call me Ada, or Ada Wong." As Ada Wong spoke, she put her gun away, and with a flick of her wrist, the pistol disappeared into a holster inside her trench coat.

Then she took out an ID card from the inside pocket of her trench coat and waved it in front of Fang Qingzhou. The corners of the ID card were wet from the rain, but the photo and badge were still clearly visible.

Fang Qingzhou almost rolled his eyes when he saw the FBI badge, but he still continued the conversation, asking, "FBI? Do you know what exactly happened?"

"I know some things, but you'd better not know. Knowing too much won't do you any good," Ada Wong said.

Just then, the truck that had previously rammed into the tyrant suddenly started shaking, and the tyrant seemed to be unharmed after being hit head-on by the truck.

Fang Qingzhou looked at the truck that was shaking violently. The metal cargo box was bulging outwards with fist marks from the impact of the things inside. The commotion didn't seem like a person trapped inside, but more like a rhinoceros in an iron cage going mad.

"It seems we should leave." Ada Wong turned and walked towards the other end of the street without hesitation. Her high heels clattered on the asphalt road, which was full of puddles and broken glass. Her steps were quick and steady, and she had obviously planned her escape route in advance.

Fang Qingzhou didn't hesitate and followed immediately. He was joking, after all, he had been punched by the Tyrant from the underground parking lot to the outside, and he remembered the feeling of his internal organs almost coming out of his mouth. He didn't think that upgrading all his skills would make him able to go head-to-head with that gray giant.

Soon the two left the underground parking area, and a huge pit appeared not far ahead, surrounded by yellow construction barriers and warning signs. The warning signs were printed with the logo of Raccoon City Municipal Engineering.

It's clear that road construction was underway here, but the biohazard outbreak occurred before it was completed.

But thanks to the road construction, we didn't see any zombies on this road, although they may have been cleared away by others.

Ada Wong glanced at the huge tunnel, then walked to the gun shop next door, squatted down, took out a wire, and began to pick the lock.

Fang Qingzhou couldn't help but sigh, Aunt Wang was truly an all-around female warrior, even knowing how to pick locks.

"Once you get past the gun shop, figure out how to leave Raccoon City," Ada Wong said, picking the lock and standing up.

"And what about you?" Fang Qingzhou asked.

"I need to continue investigating who's behind this crisis," Ada Wong said, pushing open the door to the gun shop.

Upon entering the gun shop, she found it in complete disarray, but Ada Wong did not proceed further. Instead, she began searching through the shop to see if there was anything useful.

Seeing that Aunt Wang wasn't in a hurry, Fang Qingzhou wasn't too anxious either. The system hadn't given any hints about the next route, so he obviously needed to get information from Aunt Wang to continue the story.

At this moment, Li Sanguang's skill was activated again. He saw many lights in the gun shop, which made him itchy and he began to look for usable supplies.

He quickly found the long barrel of the shotgun, which not only increased the power of the bullets but also allowed him to hold four more bullets. In addition, he found some shotgun shells, pistol bullets, and a grenade.

Just as Fang Qingzhou was about to continue searching for something in the back, someone jumped out from behind him and pointed a shotgun at his head.

"Don't move!"

"Hey... I'm just passing by... and I'm a police officer from the Raccoon City Police Department... don't be nervous..." Fang Qingzhou glanced at the man with the gun out of the corner of his eye.

If his remaining memories of the game were correct, this man was Kendo, the owner of the gun shop, who regularly supplied firearms to the Raccoon City Police Department and performed special modifications on them.

After hearing Fang Qingzhou's words, Kendo relaxed a little, and the gun barrel moved down a few centimeters from his forehead, but still remained at Fang Qingzhou's chest.

"I haven't seen you at the Raccoon City Police Department. Now go back to where you came from and don't go any further."

Fang Qingzhou also knew why Kendo was like this, because he saw a little girl standing behind Kendo. The little girl's face was pale, and she was obviously also infected.

"Sir...you need to watch your back..." Fang Qingzhou said.

He knew that saying these words might anger Kendo, but he said them anyway because he remembered how he had hesitated to shoot the infected gas station attendant and ended up being bitten in the process.

He will remember this for the rest of his life.

He was fine when he was bitten before, but Kendo doesn't have the protagonist's halo, so being bitten will cause him to get infected.

Kendo was indeed enraged by those words and pulled the forend of his shotgun.

"Damn it! That's my daughter! What are you telling me to be careful about?!"