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

After refilling the ammunition, Fang Qingzhou picked up the bottle of first aid spray.

The spray bottle has a green cross in the middle and the Umbrella Corporation logo on the back, clearly indicating that it is a product of the Umbrella Corporation.

Seeing the logo of the Umbrella Corporation made Fang Qingzhou feel extremely disgusted.

In my past life, when I watched Resident Evil movies and game playthroughs, I thought that top-tier companies like Umbrella Corporation were pretty awesome.

But now he wishes he could dig up the ancestral graves of the Umbrella Corporation's top executives. It was that damn company that caused him to become like this, and it was that damn system that threw him into this world.

"This is an item that's been certified by the system, so there shouldn't be any problem, right? It won't cause infection anyway..."

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Qingzhou still sprayed the spray on his shoulder, since it was still very uncomfortable to have a sore shoulder.

The moment Fang Qingzhou pressed the nozzle of the emergency spray, a fine mist of water evenly covered the wound on his left shoulder.

The cool sensation instantly penetrated the torn flesh, as if an invisible hand was gently soothing the wounds.

He looked down and saw that the originally bloody wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The rolled-up flesh gradually closed up, and the dark red bloodstains slowly dried and scabbed over, eventually turning into a faint scar.

"This effect is too exaggerated..." Fang Qingzhou moved his left shoulder and felt almost no discomfort except for a slight soreness.

This is simply a miracle drug! It would be snapped up anywhere, and might even be used as a strategic resource.

Indeed, this is true. In the Resident Evil universe, before the Umbrella Corporation was revealed to be developing biological weapons, it was a top global technology company.

They are the world's number one pharmaceutical company, truly wealthy beyond measure; even printing money can't keep up with their earnings.

The drugs they developed have saved countless lives, making them both wealthy and famous, with numerous followers.

But those high-ranking officials went crazy and made biological weapons. That stuff doesn't make money as fast as selling medicine, and to make matters worse, the virus leaked.

"Unfortunately, this miraculous medicine cannot fight the virus..." Fang Qingzhou sighed.

This spray can only treat external injuries and cannot fight the T-virus; otherwise, Raccoon City wouldn't be in this state.

Fang Qingzhou put down the empty spray bottle. This first aid spray had been used before, and only half of it remained, just enough to heal his shoulder.

"System, have I completed the first node?" Fang Qingzhou asked. He vaguely remembered that the police station was the first save point when he watched videos before.

[Not yet, please continue the story.]

"Damn it... they didn't even give me a save point..."

Fang Qingzhou continued to curse the system's ancestors in his mind, but he still honestly continued to examine the surrounding environment, after all, it concerned his own life.

He soon saw another laptop with its lights on in front of him. This laptop was connected to the police station's security cameras, but there was no one in the camera feed.

Just as Fang Qingzhou was about to turn off the computer, a figure appeared on the bottom webcam.

A policeman was running down a corridor, with a zombie in his wake. He kept turning his head to fire as he ran, but he couldn't kill the zombie even after firing five shots.

"Brother, how come your marksmanship is even worse than mine..." Fang Qingzhou couldn't help but complain, and then he felt a little sorry for the bullets. He wished he had those bullets.

After the battle at the gas station, he developed a severe phobia of insufficient firepower.

Soon the policeman was standing directly under the camera, and then he held up a small notebook and shouted at the camera.

"David! Marvin! Are you there?! I've found my way out! Come help me right now! I'm in the east corridor!"

After saying that, the policeman pushed away the zombie that pounced on him and continued running forward, quickly disappearing from the camera's view.

"Is this the main quest? We have to find that guy immediately!" Upon hearing the policeman say that he had found a way out, Fang Qingzhou immediately knew what to do next.

He immediately began to act after pulling up the map of the location the policeman had mentioned on his laptop.

This is the real world; there isn't that much time for him to leisurely search other rooms for supplies. If he had been even a little slower, that policeman would probably be gone without a trace.

He soon arrived at the door leading to the east corridor. It was an electric roller shutter door with a large "No Entry" sign on it, and it looked dangerous inside.

But there was no other way; the only way to save the policeman was to go this way. He pressed the switch on the roller shutter, but after the roller shutter opened a little bit, it got stuck.

"Damn..." Fang Qingzhou looked at the distance the roller shutter door was open, just enough for him to climb in. It was pitch black inside and he couldn't see anything.

Seeing this, Fang Qingzhou had no choice but to bite the bullet and crawl inside. He had only crawled a little bit when he touched something sticky.

He took out the flashlight he had found in the convenience store and then discovered that there was blood everywhere on the floor and walls behind the roller shutter, indicating that a fierce battle or massacre had taken place there, which gave him a chill.

Fortunately, he didn't see any corpses or zombies, so he wasn't ambushed as soon as he entered. He gritted his teeth and quickly climbed over the roller shutter door.

Fang Qingzhou gripped a flashlight tightly in one hand and a gun in the other, proceeding cautiously and slowly.

A strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted the senses. Sticky, dark red bloodstains flowed down the walls, pooling on the ground into black puddles that felt extremely nauseating and sticky underfoot.

The faint beam of the flashlight flickered in the darkness, illuminating the narrow and oppressive east corridor ahead. Most of the doors on both sides were tightly closed, and the few open rooms were in a mess, with overturned tables and chairs and documents scattered all over the floor.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, so quiet that only his heavy breathing and footsteps could be heard.

Fang Qingzhou didn't rush to open the surrounding doors. His main goal now was to find the policeman who had asked for help, not to scavenge for supplies.

Although Li Sanguang's instincts made him itch to get his hands on those doors, reason told him that time was of the essence.

Without pausing, Fang Qingzhou rushed towards the policeman's location, and soon he heard the policeman's shouts.

"Help! Open the door!"

The shouts came from behind a roller shutter door, accompanied by gunshots.

Fang Qingzhou immediately turned on the roller shutter, but just like before, the roller shutter stopped after rising to a height that would allow a person to climb over.

"What kind of lousy doors are these?!" Fang Qingzhou couldn't help but curse angrily. At this moment, the gunfire from the other side stopped. Obviously, the policeman had run out of bullets, and if this continued, he would definitely be bitten to death by the zombies.

Fang Qingzhou didn't care about anything else. He lay down and peeked through the door. The moment he saw what was happening on the other side, he drew his pistol and aimed it at the zombie that was lunging at the policeman.

Because of the awkward posture, Fang Qingzhou's aim was not very good, and he only hit the zombie's body. However, he still bought the policeman time, and he scrambled through the roller shutter door.

Fang Qingzhou immediately pulled his head and hands back, and stood up to close the roller shutter door.

"Thank you for your help. My name is Elliott."

The policeman slumped to the ground, leaning against the wall, head tilted back, panting heavily, his voice weak and trembling with the pain of surviving a close call.