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"Ada!" He shouted his wife's name, and at the same time, vigilantly aimed the shotgun in his hand at every corner of the room.

The room was a mess, with furniture toppled over and several pools of dark red blood on the floor.

Lyon's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

However, at this moment, the bedroom door was slowly opened a crack.

A familiar and graceful figure, wearing a tight, fiery red cheongsam that was completely out of place in this apocalyptic scene, flashed out from behind the door. In her hand, she also held a small but deadly silver pistol.

It's Ada Wong.

His mysterious and dreamlike Chinese wife.

"My dear, you're back." Ada's face was devoid of any panic or fear. She simply looked at the blood-stained Leon and spoke calmly. A subtle, teasing smile even lingered in her charming, almond-shaped eyes. "It seems your first day at work today was... quite fulfilling."

Seeing that Ada was safe and sound, Leon finally let go of his heart. He rushed forward and, regardless of everything, hugged his beloved wife tightly in his arms.

"Listen, Ada, we don't have time to explain!" he said hurriedly. "This town has gone crazy! We have to get out of here immediately!"

Ada patted his back gently, then broke free from his embrace. She glanced at the hellish scene outside the window and nodded slowly.

"I agree. But," she pulled out a sharp dagger from the slit of her cheongsam and twirled it deftly between her fingers, "where are we going?"

"Downtown! The tallest office building!" Leon said decisively, "Only there is a rooftop wide enough for a helicopter to land! I've already sent a distress signal to headquarters! As long as we can make it there, we can survive!"

"Good idea." Ada's lips curled up in a touching arc. "Then, dear officer, please lead the way."

……

The road from the apartment to the office building in the city center is undoubtedly more difficult.

The number of "infected" wandering the streets grew. Leon's shotgun was quickly depleted. They could only rely on Ada's precise shooting and their tacit cooperation to carve a bloody path through the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

They took refuge in an abandoned supermarket. Leon blocked the door with heavy shelves, while Ada quickly made several simple Molotov cocktails using alcohol and cloth from the supermarket.

When a large group of "infected" broke through the shelves and rushed in roaring.

Ada just calmly threw the Molotov cocktails in her hand out one by one.

"boom!"

The raging flames instantly engulfed the dozen or so zombies rushing in the front. They screamed and struggled in agony in the flames, ultimately becoming charred, foul-smelling corpses.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Leon pulled Ada and rushed out of the back door of the supermarket.

They ran and fought all the way. Leon used a fire axe to split the heads of zombies one after another. Ada, like the most elegant assassin, used the dagger in her hand to accurately slit the throats of the "infected" who tried to get close to them.

The blood dyed Ada's already fiery red cheongsam red, but it also made her look even more charming and deadly in this doomsday background.

Finally, after countless hardships and sweat, the towering office building is now in sight.

They rushed into the building, used up their last bit of strength to climb dozens of stairs, and finally pushed open the heavy iron door leading to the rooftop.

The cold night wind, carrying the smell of gunpowder, blew in my face.

They succeeded!

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the city below that was being engulfed by flames and death, Leon's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

At this moment, from the distant sky came the sound that they most wanted to hear at the moment, like the sound of nature... the roar of propellers!

A rescue helicopter with the STARS (Special Tactics and Rescue Squad) logo printed on it was flying towards them through the thick black smoke!

"We are saved! Ada! We are saved!" Leon shouted excitedly, waving his arms and sending signals to the helicopter.

The helicopter soon spotted them, the cabin door opened, and a rope ladder was lowered.

The pilot yelled at them on the intercom: "Hurry up! Get up here! This damn place is about to be cleaned up!"

Leon and Ada looked at each other, and saw a hint of great joy in each other's eyes after surviving the disaster.

Without hesitation, they quickly climbed up the rope ladder one after another and entered the helicopter cabin.

When the cabin door slammed shut behind them with a clang, when the helicopter began to slowly climb upwards, leaving the hell on earth below them further and further away.

An indescribable, huge sense of security and relief instantly enveloped them.

Leon turned his head and looked at the face next to him, which was still so beautiful that it made people's heart frightened, under the flashing red warning light in the cabin. Finally, his face showed the first smile from the heart since the disaster.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something.

However, at this moment.

"call out--!!!"

A sharp whistling sound that tore through the night sky suddenly came from a distance!

Immediately afterwards, a slender fire dragon with a long tail flame hit their climbing helicopter accurately at an incredible speed!

"Boom——!!!"

A shocking and deafening explosion occurred instantly!

Lyon only felt that his body was thrown up by an irresistible force, and then slammed heavily against the inner wall of the cabin.

The whole world is spinning.

All the lights in the cabin went out in an instant, and the shrill, desperate alarms blared frantically in every corner.

Through the broken porthole, Leon saw outside.

I saw the burning city spinning rapidly and getting closer and closer.

His pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip due to extreme shock and astonishment.

His mind went blank.

……

"Report, Mr. President."

In the brightly lit underground operations room of the Pentagon, a young officer in a neatly dressed military uniform was reporting to the gloomy president on a top-secret document.

"The Raccoon City field test project, codenamed 'Purification', has essentially concluded."

"Restaurant B of the 'Umbrella' building in the city center has released the newly modified T-002 aerosol virus as planned."

"According to the drone detection data we recovered, all known survivor signals in the city have disappeared. The 'mopping-up' forces we dispatched have confirmed that resistance within the city has essentially ceased."

He paused, turned to the next page of the document, and continued reporting in a tone that was completely emotionless and purely data-driven:

“The results of this test are remarkable.”

"The permanent population of Raccoon City is 81,274."

"Among them, a total of 2,983 people successfully transformed into 'First Generation Wild Beastmen' bodies, with a success rate of approximately 3.67 percent."

"A total of 70,342 people have become 'irrational infected' (zombies) due to being unable to tolerate the transformation or having their genes undergo malignant mutations."

"According to our preliminary genetic screening, those who show complete immunity to the virus, 'native immune'..."

He glanced at the number and frowned slightly.

"...There are three people."

"It has been confirmed that they are all dead..."