Infinite Hunter

The tyrant's corpse was also leaking, collapsing, its flesh withering and decaying to the point where the bones beneath were almost visible. "So severe? This is far more exaggerated than a zombie being stabbed. Perhaps it's because of the depth of the infection?" Cheng Yijiu felt that he needed to do something big next time. Perhaps he could try to forge a demon-slaying blade in this world? Thinking about it, it wasn't impossible; he really had brought cold iron with him.

"Even if the quantity is insufficient, we can still temporarily process it in this world." Cheng Yijiu made a decision. It seemed that the idea of ​​the so-called magic-breaking weapon he mastered had unexpected advantages in this world. Cheng Yijiu walked into the elevator. As the door closed, he could see that the tyrant's body was now almost a rotting skeleton, and some bones were even rotting.

In this case, if he had the Demon-Breaking Gun that he had originally envisioned, wouldn't it be much easier to face the infected creatures that were more exaggerated than the next one? However, firing the Demon-Breaking Gun consumes energy, because Cheng Yijiu cannot enchant every bullet. His idea is to attach deformed alchemical runes to the inner barrel of the gun, and when firing, the bullets will obtain temporary enchantments through the runes to kill the opponent.

This would require more mental and physical effort to achieve the same effect as the dagger, but distance is an advantage, isn't it? Although the dagger was thirty centimeters long, it still seemed too short to Cheng Yijiu. He felt he needed a larger knife, a single-edged one, no matter what. Regardless, they had to get out of here and get to Raccoon City.

After taking the elevator up, Cheng Yijiu opened the door and saw a group of zombies wandering the hallway. He pulled out his pistol and started shooting them in the head, not forgetting to grab a dagger in his left hand. This was a typical CQC. Dealing with these zombies was not difficult. After clearing them out, Cheng Yijiu noticed that the place had a sense of turmoil. "It seems like someone has been here and cleaned it up," he thought, looking at the zombies lying on the floor with their heads shot.

Cheng Yijiu found the map and arrived at the secret underground station, which had been activated. All Cheng Yijiu had to do was flip a switch and wait for the train to return to Raccoon City. He waited calmly on the platform, "This place has been cleaned up, so there shouldn't be any monsters." So, don't set up flags randomly. With an eerie roar, a strange creature, almost the size of a subway car, slid down from the roof.

Is this a rather large "leech"? Cheng Yijiu couldn't recognize it at first, but after it stretched its body, he seemed to be able to make out a bit of it. Its terrifying mouthparts were similar to those of the mutant earthworm Cheng Yijiu had expelled. This leech probably didn't suck blood, but instead minced flesh and devoured it directly. It moved a little clumsily on the ground, but its massive size made it quite capable of moving quickly.

"How does it detect prey?" Cheng Yijiu was a little unsure. This creature's vision is probably only able to distinguish between light and dark. Its hearing is probably connected to its sense of touch and can sense vibrations in the air and the ground. Its most reliable sense is probably smell - the bristles around its mouthparts, which are the ring around its head, are probably its olfactory organs. "How durable is this thing? Or can I just find a bag of salt and throw it at it and it will be fine?"

Anyway, he pulled out his shotgun and fired a few shots. The leech's skin was incredibly tough, and it also had a strong ability to heal itself. So, should he give it a stab? Cheng Yijiu decided it would be best to lure it away and then take the incoming subway. So, Zhao Ting used his pistol and the sound of his footsteps to gradually lure the leech away. If he ran over, he would have to pass within about three meters of the leech.

He was ready, holding the dagger tightly in his right hand. As he expected, when he approached, the leech's senses were sharper than Cheng Yijiu had originally estimated, so the monster really extended its body like lightning. Due to its excellent toughness, the front half of the leech was shot out by a powerful "slingshot". If Cheng Yijiu's reaction was not faster than that of an ordinary person and he had not blocked it with a knife in time, he would probably have been eaten by the leech.

Otherwise, how could it be called a demon-killing dagger? When it blocked, the leech immediately absorbed the impact, using its body's elasticity to quickly shrink back, just like a normal leech would when it came into contact with a pile of desiccant. Cheng Yijiu, however, didn't feel too much of the impact; he simply stumbled a few steps before quickly passing the leech. A subway car, a single-carriage, emerged from the tunnel. Cheng Yijiu pressed the door open and opened it.

The airflow allowed the leech to determine the location of its "prey". This low-level creature had no memory of what had happened just now, so it began to crawl towards the carriage again. Cheng Yijiu casually pressed the button inside the door to close it, then walked to the control panel at one end and started the subway. Amid the shrieking sound of the leech after inhaling air, the subway clanged away from the platform.

Leaving behind the place full of monsters and secrets, Cheng Yijiu was seriously thinking about what he should do next - "This is the generation that has just begun to 'get out of control'. The next biochemical crisis in Raccoon City is still a few months away. I think I need to make good preparations in these months... But I still have, uh, US dollars in cash on hand, so renting a house should be no problem. Then I have to try to find antibodies - I'm not Split or Ada Wong, I don't have such a powerful agent ability to find antibodies."

As for killing G... what was G? Was it the monster William had transformed into? Li Sanguang was truly impressive, having dealt with him separately. Or was it Wesker, the G? Either way, Cheng Yijiu would likely have to break into the police station and then find a way to get underground into the research lab to obtain the antibodies needed to fight and kill G. William. Cheng Yijiu sat on the subway seat, carefully checking his weapons.

When he gets to the station, he might still have to fight. Of course, it's also possible that the person who started this subway first has already cleaned it up...

Chapter 8 Temporary Settlement

Sitting alone in the carriage, the light above his head was bluish-white. Cheng Yijiu had a rather strange but also a little excited feeling - before he had the misfortune of becoming a hunter in the hunting lodge, Cheng Yijiu himself was also a fan of Resident Evil games. He had played from the first to the seventh generation, and even the side stories and the light gun version. His favorite was the fourth generation and the one he hated the most was the seventh generation.

Now he was about to become one of them. "I wonder if the producer still harbors ill feelings towards assault rifles? Is the pistol shotgun more powerful than assault rifles and semi-automatic rifles? How much does this person underestimate the power of real weapons?" Cheng Yijiu pondered during his rare free time. As for running around collecting puzzle props—he couldn't help but wonder who was responsible for all those hilarious and troublesome things? "Will there be a Dino Crisis?" Cheng Yijiu thought carefully and thought the Dino Crisis seemed quite interesting.

Just as Cheng Yijiu was thinking about this, a heavy crash sounded from the top of the carriage, and the entire carriage shook. "What the hell?" He drew his weapon. At this time, the lights in the carriage flickered, as if there was a problem with the power supply. From the top of the carriage came a harsh sound like nails scratching a blackboard. Cheng Yijiu could roughly guess what it was. "There are actually lickers here?"

The subway car was pierced from the outside by a claw, followed by a sharp tearing sound, and a tongue shot out from the torn hole, slapping and bouncing on the floor. Cheng Yijiu stepped aside and watched the licker tear through the side of the car and crawl in. "That's what I thought, but if the brain is exposed like this? Without the protection of the skull, isn't it afraid that it will accidentally hit something and turn into a brain ash?"

Cheng Yijiu felt that this creature must have experienced a malfunction in its meninges. The meninges were protecting it, otherwise it would have died in a matter of minutes. "It looks so ugly when it's skinned," Cheng Yijiu muttered. Its eyesight had deteriorated, replaced by hearing, but it looked like its sense of smell had also deteriorated considerably. All four limbs had claws, and the hind legs had partially degenerated, allowing it to move on all fours—humans' hind legs were previously too long, making them slow crawlers.

The tongue in the mouth was the strangest thing, surprisingly long and capable of ejection. Cheng Yijiu calmly aimed his shotgun at the Licker and fired a round. The creature was instantly paralyzed by the impact, and Cheng Yijiu then used a .45 round from his 1911 rifle to remove the Licker's brain. He used a long steel fork to poke at the Licker's corpse. Sure enough, the brain looked exposed, but in reality, the outer membrane had become something as tough as old cowhide, and it could still hold its shape.

No wonder this thing didn't shake its brain into a mess after crawling and jumping around.

Other than that, the only thing that could be seen was its moist surface. Although the skin seemed completely gone, the muscles underneath had become incredibly tough—if this thing couldn't constantly replenish its water, it would soon lose water and die. However, it was also possible that it was "waxing," meaning that the tendons were locking in moisture... It was all entirely possible, after all, the T-Virus opened up so many possibilities.

Cheng Yijiu tried it with his own dagger, and sure enough, it still worked wonders. The shotgun shells didn't do much damage to the creature—the lead bullets were embedded in its muscles, the deepest being no more than a finger joint deep. If the .45 bullets had really hit the monster's body, they would probably have just entered without penetrating, and it was hard to say how much damage they would have caused.

With one slash of his dagger, the tough flesh was sliced ​​open like tofu, and the contact surface quickly turned black, dried, and then turned to ash. "That's what happens to the dead. If they're alive, they can still resist, but if they're dead, the dagger's damage won't be reduced at all."

Soon they arrived at the station, a simple platform. Cheng Yijiu walked onto it and realized there was no underground research facility, or perhaps it was a separate line. There was only a code-protected door, already open. Walking out led to a basement, and further up was a shopping mall parking lot. Cheng Yijiu didn't go up—Raccoon City was operating normally, and if he did, he would be questioned by the police.

It would be better to try to get a car and then find a place. "I'm not good at stealing cars?" Cheng Yijiu was in a dilemma. He was not a typical American who had been playing with cars since childhood. His concept of stealing a car was just like pulling two wires from under the steering wheel and connecting them in the movies. If he thought about it carefully, it would be better to wait until the mall closed at night, steal a few clothes, and then leave - that's right, after the adventure in the villa, it was now morning when the mall opened.

Cheng Yijiu closed the door and quietly sat on the platform to rest. There wasn't much else here, but at least there were two benches, and the lighting was dim enough for Cheng Yijiu to rest well. He hadn't slept all night, and it didn't seem like any monsters would come here. Could the Licker be just an accident? Anyway, Cheng Yijiu checked his recalibrated watch, closed his eyes, and lay down on the bench, dozing off.

As expected, no monsters disturbed Cheng Yijiu's sleep. When he woke, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, his stomach rumbling. Cheng Yijiu took out some food and ate it, and drank a lot of water. Since this was a modern city and there was still peace, he had plenty of opportunities to replenish his food and water. He pushed open the door and saw that it was a little empty outside. "The mall is closed." But he saw the security guard's flashlight and the surveillance camera overhead.

"What a hassle," he muttered, carefully avoiding the cameras' field of view and climbing outside the mall. Going through the interior passages was out of the question; there were cameras and likely no blind spots. But the outside probably had fewer cameras, and climbing walls wasn't difficult for Cheng Yijiu. He climbed through the window into the men's clothing department and replaced his already torn coat with a new one to conceal his weapons.

He then went out to look for a temporary place to stay. After spending a night in the park, Cheng Yijiu found an apartment through an advertisement and rented a room with cash. While keeping an eye on the situation at Umbrella Corporation, the incident at the suburban house was exposed by the S.T.A.R.S. survivors in the media the next day, but was suppressed by Umbrella. Cheng Yijiu was now building his own weapons, but the problem was that he had to find enough catalyst.

That was materials like crystals and gemstones. Cheng Yijiu had to find a way to get enough of them. He missed online shopping in China. How much did synthetic gemstones cost? In the United States at this time, he could only find ways to get high-priced natural materials.

Chapter 9 Forging

"There's a gap of about a few months between Resident Evil and the subsequent stories. This isn't a big problem because when I'm doing a mission, the time and space of the original world is stagnant for me - I even suspect that my own body's status might also be recorded, and it will be reset immediately once I return." Cheng Yijiu thought as he sat in the apartment. This apartment was pretty shabby. He lived on the top floor and there weren't many neighbors around.

It's 1998, and the apartment's appliances consist of a simple TV, refrigerator, and telephone. Laundry is done in the shared laundry room downstairs. There's air conditioning, but the remote seems broken, and it doesn't heat or cool. Cheng Yijiu doesn't care. He's got the TV on right now, but he's not watching the show; he's just letting it play to show he's living a normal life.

"The sofa's a bit sagging. No wonder so few people rent this place. The price isn't even proportional to the price." On the floor before him lay the scrap metal Cheng Yijiu had collected. Even with his strength, it had taken him quite some time to move it here, considering the floor's limited load-bearing capacity. Cheng Yijiu had drawn a massive alchemy formation and placed two rubies there—for this, he'd risked a nighttime burglary of a jewelry store, escaping before the cops arrived.

So far, the police haven't found the thief, but Cheng Yijiu feels the situation is dangerous. He needs to complete the job quickly and move on. Cheng Yijiu recites the incantation—that's not important. What matters is the concentration of mental power and the interpretation and correction of the transformation formula in his mind. The incantation is used to focus and memorize the formula. Cheng Yijiu's current task is to transform the cold iron. He has no heating furnace at hand, so he can only rely on the alchemy array to make up for it. He is prepared for this loss.

His mental energy drained, Cheng Yijiu collapsed to the ground, unconscious. When he regained consciousness, twelve hours had passed. His stomach growled with hunger, his head ached as if it were splitting, and he even saw black and double vision. Cheng Yijiu gulped down nearly five or six hundred milliliters of cold water before finally steadying himself. "I almost ended up like the Americans, living on painkillers." He pressed his temples to ease the pain.

"This might be the result of overdrawing mental energy." Although Cheng Yijiu's head ached, his thoughts and mind were surprisingly clear, and he couldn't faint from the pain. He patiently made himself a ham sandwich, mixed it with milk and ate it to fill his stomach. Then he went to the living room to check on his work. Of course, the ruby ​​shattered and turned to ash. There was nothing strange about it; it simply reverted to aluminum oxide powder. This thing was just a catalyst, but pure aluminum oxide was completely useless. There were many tricks in alchemy.

The alchemy array had also self-destructed, leaving no trace on the floor. The approximately twenty kilograms of scrap metal in the center had vanished, replaced by a pile of rusty iron powder. Within that iron powder was less than five kilograms of cold iron—the mass wasn't destroyed, it was simply transformed. Combined, the iron powder and the cold iron still weighed about twenty kilograms. "Maybe not enough. We'll have to try again. Fortunately, we have about two months."

Two days later, Cheng Yijiu recovered and tried again. This time, the situation wasn't as severe; he was only unconscious for about six hours. "Extremely depleting mental energy can lead to overall growth—but it's also extremely dangerous, with a high chance of causing unavoidable damage to one's mental energy. In that case, there's no chance of further improvement, and one might even become insane."

In short, he had acquired about five kilograms of cold iron again. Taking into account losses, he could indeed craft a large enough knife—or at worst, use the dagger as a base for upgrading. He could also craft the gun he envisioned. The next problem was the alchemical blueprints. These required parchment, but where could he find parchment in Raccoon City? The Raccoon City library? Even if there were ancient books written on parchment, he didn't think he could steal them.

So where could I find the parchment? A church? Raccoon City wasn't a city with a long history—in fact, there weren't many in the entire United States with such a long history. Raccoon City was founded under the patronage of the Umbrella Corporation, and considering its time as a town, it only dates back to the late 19th century at best. "Regular paper would work, but the success rate is…" Cheng Yijiu thought he might bleed profusely—because in that case, the ink used to draw and write the alchemy array would be processed blood.

He bought the finest paper, but the success rate was horribly low. It took him half a month, leaving him feeling groggy and anemic, before he finally completed two alchemical blueprints. He could only hope his luck was good enough to succeed on the first try, otherwise he would have no blueprints to work on. Of course, there was a success rate for synthesis, but at Cheng Yijiu's current level, it was probably about one in three.

One was a broadsword. Cheng Yijiu wasn't satisfied with the one Fen Tou used in the fourth generation - it was too effeminate. Li Sanguang was definitely a ghost, but the one in his hand was too small! So he used the broadsword on Chris's back in the fifth generation. It could chop and stab, which was amazing. It just required a bit more arm strength, but Cheng Yijiu himself was already "inhuman" and didn't find it difficult to use such a weapon.

As for the gun in his hand? Considering the "enchantment" effect within the rifling, the magic-breaking power of shotgun shells would be greatly reduced, so the bullets were better overall. If it was a shotgun, he would have to use single-shot bullets, or use the single-shot mode of the pistol. As for the automatic rifle, Cheng Yijiu felt that he would be drained to death shortly after pulling the trigger.

So, considering power and other performance, there were two options: one was the Winchester double-barreled shotgun with a shortened barrel and a short axe-shaped grip, and the other was the Thompson Competitor single-shot pistol. In the end, Cheng Yijiu chose the double-barreled shotgun because the 12-gauge bullet had a large charge, and the power of the single-shot round would not be less than that of the Thompson using Winchester Magnum rifle ammunition. The most crucial point was that the Competitor had rifling, and generating runes that could fully enchant in the rifling made the entire alchemy diagram too difficult.

It wasn't that Cheng Yijiu couldn't do it right now, but rather that he didn't have the time. The Winchester's barrel was smoothbore, and the runes generated within it allowed the bullet's tip to fully engage, imbuing it with the power to shatter darkness the moment it left the barrel.

Chapter 10 Preparation

Taking into account wear and tear, Chris's broadsword required at least ten kilograms of cold iron. While this broadsword wasn't small, it only weighed about one kilogram, allowing for nine-tenths of wear and tear. Cheng Yijiu finished drawing the alchemy array, feeling a little dazed—he'd used his own processed blood, considering the success rate. "If you've lost too much blood, you need iron supplements!" Cheng Yijiu stuffed a few slices of fried pork liver into his mouth and ate them, then drank a glass of water to steady himself.

The cold iron, dagger, ebony, and finally an alchemical diagram were placed in different locations on the alchemical array. Then Cheng Yijiu took a deep breath and drank the refreshing potion - the main ingredient was damn menthol. The strange-tasting thing. His mind became very clear, and then Cheng Yijiu began to use his mental power to connect to the alchemical array, silently chanting the mantra of concentration, and the alchemical activity began.

Mental energy flowed into the alchemy array, and once activated, it emitted a faint blue light. Like a stream of water, the blue light melted the alchemical materials within it. Then, the lines on the alchemical diagram began to glow, and finally, the entire alchemical diagram was ablaze, with only the lines radiating a golden light. Cheng Yijiu gritted his teeth and persevered to the end. He had to admit that his recent cram schooling in advanced mathematics, especially analytic geometry, topology, and calculus, had helped him immensely.

His luck was incredible; he'd succeeded despite a one-in-three chance. When the light faded, and the entire refining formation dissipated, the main dagger that had been placed in the center vanished, replaced by a large sword with a curved handle. "Sturdy and reliable, a true man's sword." The sword, including the handle, was over fifty centimeters long, with a sturdy blade, a sharp tip, and a razor-sharp edge. The blade also bore mysterious runes that could only be seen at certain angles.

This was the Dark Destroying Blade, a single-edged machete. It weighed 1007 grams, with an ebony handle. Cheng Yijiu grabbed it, swung it, chopped it, and stabbed it a few times, feeling quite good. "This thing is a perfect tool for escaping a zombie swarm," he thought. He made a quick-opening scabbard out of hard cowhide, and when the time came, he would carry it on his back just like Chris. However, he was more accustomed to drawing the blade from below, so he would carry it in the opposite direction from Chris.

Next up was the synthetic spray gun. It was best to wait three days, once he'd recovered, before considering it. Cheng Yijiu needed to maintain a good sleep schedule and adequate food during this time to maintain his energy and spirit. Umbrella was truly impressive; not only had they suppressed the rumors, they were even able to force Chris's S.T.A.R.S. team into a mandatory leave of absence. Under the Director's orders, these survivors were forced to take their leave.

Moreover, they cannot talk about the news about the villa, and they cannot continue to talk about it, otherwise the Ministry of Internal Affairs will give them "benefits" under various excuses.

During this time, Cheng Yijiu went out to scout locations. Back then, there were no smartphones, but there were Palm handheld computers that could display maps online. Cheng Yijiu got one, but it only had a city map, not maps of buildings. Cheng Yijiu also had to control how often he went out. He had always found it strange that the T virus was infected, since it was known that the T virus was not airborne.

It's almost always transmitted through bodily fluids, meaning that infection occurs when the infected person's bodily fluids enter a wound caused by a bite or scratch. Another, much less common, method is contact between mucous membranes and contaminated fluids—but as long as the skin and mucous membranes are intact and free of wounds, the chance of infection is incredibly low. "How could rats bite so many people?" Recalling the zombie-filled city in the game, Cheng Yijiu found this infection scenario illogical.

There were so many bugs anyway, so he didn't need to think too much about it. He should just stock up on ammunition while there weren't any major explosions. Not long ago, he just learned that the S.T.A.R.S. team had disbanded and the male and female protagonists in the game had been fired. Cheng Yijiu knew the next story was about to begin. "This is the first time I've been on a mission this long..." If he hadn't been unable to find a way to get to the Umbrella laboratory in Raccoon City, Cheng Yijiu might have already gone in.

Maybe getting the G virus will mean passing the test?

Anyway, Cheng Yijiu had stolen a lot of bullets during his scouting—for shotguns, and most of them were single-headed bullets. That day, he finally started refining the shotgun. This time, he only needed five kilograms of cold iron, plus a piece of mahogany, about ten kilograms of material, one kilogram of copper, one hundred grams of silver, and finally, rubies... In short, all of Cheng Yijiu's illegal gains during this period were basically invested in this.

He downed another large glass of menthol powder, collected himself, and began to lay down the alchemical diagrams. The light was even brighter than before. If the windows hadn't been covered with thick curtains, someone would have spotted him. His luck was truly exceptional; Cheng Yijiu had probably used up all his luck for the next few days. When the light faded, a spray gun lay on the floor.

The floorboards had become quite brittle, damaged by the two alchemical formations. The slightest pressure on the floor's structure would instantly crumble into soft, termite-eaten wood. Cheng Yijiu picked up the still-warm Winchester double-barreled short-barreled pistol and examined it carefully. The wooden barrel and handle bore Baroque-style patterns, filled with silver and polished smooth. The metalwork on the barrel bore equally intricate carvings.

The barrel was unadorned, a matte black finish. The entire gun weighed 1700 grams and felt pleasant in the hand. Cheng Yijiu still had one last, less strenuous step to perform, this time right on the table. He would refine the remaining cold iron into a slug according to specific specifications. This would then be loaded into a high-charge shotgun shell. This was a souped-up version of the ammunition, specifically designed to deal with giant virus-infected monsters.

Cheng Yijiu began packing his gear. A water bag and some high-calorie rations were enough to sustain him for two to three days of activity. Regardless of whether it was a second-generation or third-generation weapon, it would only take four days. Then there was the tactical vest he'd brought with him. He tucked two pistols into quick-draw holsters under his armpits and on his thighs, a broadsword hung on his back, and a double-barreled shotgun secured in a holster on the other side of his waist.

The last gun, the competitor pistol, was holstered at his waist, and the four different cartridges were stored in a shoulder bag and on his belt. He wore a military windbreaker to protect himself, and a waterproof hat. Combined with the coat's hood, Cheng Yijiu stayed relatively dry. That was all he had. As for medicine? Just a few rolls of disinfectant and bandages. Any bites or scratches would put Cheng Yijiu in serious trouble, so avoiding injury was his top priority.

"Night vision goggles... what a shame they don't have infrared functionality." Cheng Yijiu muttered, and then he just waited for the nightmare of the entire Raccoon City to begin soon...

Chapter 11 Begins

After everything was ready, things didn't happen immediately, and Cheng Yijiu needed time to adjust to his best condition. So, during this time, he primarily ate canned food and drank bottled water from elsewhere. Raccoon City's fresh food and water sources were contaminated, containing trace amounts of viruses. Cheng Yijiu knew this. While trace amounts of the T-virus could be defeated by the human immune system, he didn't want to try.

About 10% of the population is generally immune to the T-Virus. This might be in the setting, but Cheng Yijiu can't quite remember. He saw the changes in the news. Recently, various injuries and accidents have been frequent in Raccoon City, and the Central Hospital is almost full of patients suffering from the unexplained "biting disease." Cheng Yijiu knows the plot is about to begin. The first thing that will happen is the third generation's plot, which is Jill's final escape.

There were no overt disturbances during the day, but the situation changed dramatically after dusk. Alarms sounded on TV, and local news reported that an unexplained riot had occurred. "There are crazy people biting people everywhere in the streets! Dead people! The dead stood up and are eating people!" Cheng Yijiu knew that things had begun, and he had the opportunity to obtain antibodies and shoot the G creature.

If they really wanted to find the G creature, they would have to follow the split group. Cheng Yijiu checked the calendar and said, "September 28th? I remember the split group wouldn't report in for at least a day, right?" In short, they had to go to the Raccoon City Police Department first—that was the epicenter of the incident. There was another place that was also the epicenter, and that was the Raccoon City Central Hospital. Cheng Yijiu didn't plan to go to the hospital. It was pretty clear there would be countless zombies there, and the US Special Forces would probably be deployed there too. It would be bad to get killed by stray bullets.

Gunfire rang out from outside the window, one after another, making the place feel as lively as Baghdad, Iraq. Cheng Yijiu drew the curtains, turned around, picked up all his equipment, and began to put it on one by one in the living room. He then carefully practiced the movements of drawing and inserting the gun. There was no problem, and the same was true for the knife. Drawing and sheathing the knife were both smooth. However, Cheng Yijiu finally adjusted the position of the scabbard - he tied it to the thigh without the holster.

After scanning the room to make sure nothing was missing, Cheng Yijiu approached the door. His hand lingering on the doorknob, he slowly pulled the P320 from the quick-draw holster on his right leg and released the manual safety. He took a step back and then kicked the door hard. It fell back, and the landlord should have roared in anger, but instead he simply stumbled, falling to his knees before rising again and roaring.

"He's been hit." Cheng Yijiu looked at the fat middle-aged white man in front of him with bite wounds on his body and a broken arm. The next moment, he shot him directly in the head with a 9mm bullet. After a bullet in the forehead, the fat man did not fall down, and even staggered towards Cheng Yijiu. Cheng Yijiu sighed. Although the landlord was fat and smelly, he still wanted to let him rest in peace. So Cheng Yijiu drew his sword and stabbed the fat man's skull with one knife.

The fat man fell to the ground, and soon after, he was completely motionless. "His brain is completely burned out, rest in peace, Fatty." Cheng Yijiu stepped over the corpse, and while walking down the stairs, he also shot and killed several zombies. Cheng Yijiu did not shoot at the head, but at the calf. A few shots broke the opponent's leg and made the zombie fall to the ground. Then he ignored it and went downstairs. The street was already in chaos, with the sound of vehicles colliding one after another, and even explosions and various screams.

"This situation is spiraling out of control too quickly." Cheng Yijiu put his gun away and held the knife in his right hand. He realized that facing ordinary zombies, the knife was still the better choice. The slight distance advantage of the gun could not offset the knife's advantage of killing with one blow. "I finally understand why the knife has a special effect in Resident Evil 4..." Cheng Yijiu encouraged himself. The current situation in America was not only free to buy, but also full of people fighting each other, which really made Cheng Yijiu nervous.

He has never fought in a war.

The streets were filled with flames, screams, roars, and stray bullets. Cheng Yijiu wore a bulletproof vest, but thankfully his coat also had a Kevlar layer, so turning up the hood was somewhat effective. "The streets are already full of zombies," he looked up. In the distance, he heard the sound of assault rifles—perhaps the US military or Umbrella's own special forces carrying out a mission. Overhead, helicopters flew by repeatedly; Cheng Yijiu couldn't tell whether they were from the US Army or Umbrella.

Anyway, the helicopter dropped a giant tin can, and it wasn't far away. It landed directly on the bed of an 18-wheeler ahead, completely deforming it. On the other side, three police cars, the officers covering a few frantically fleeing civilians, opened fire on the approaching zombies. The can, falling from the sky, caused the firing to pause. After all, there was no telling what had been dropped, and everyone was already mentally reeling.

Cheng Yijiu had an idea of ​​what it was, but he looked around. "Can't I get away? I think this thing is here to silence people, right?" The carriage split open, and out stepped a two-meter-tall man wearing a military coat and a hood. He strode through the pile of zombies, smashing the heads of those that stood in his way with one punch. This behavior greatly confused the police, and they stopped firing.

Cheng Yijiu wanted to scream, but the tyrant didn't give him a chance. He ran straight into the police, severely injuring or killing them all before his eyes. Anyway, people were twisted and beaten, and then beaten and sent flying. Cheng Yijiu didn't think this was a cartoon. People who were sent flying like this would most likely die. The few surviving citizens had already run far away because Cheng Yijiu directly told them to "Run!"

As for himself, he pulled out his short-barreled shotgun and prepared to give it a try. The short-barreled shotgun had no sights, so shooting was based on intuition—though he could fire from within twenty or even ten meters. Cheng Yijiu aimed the gun at the tyrant before him and pulled the trigger. A long stream of fire erupted from the muzzle, and Cheng Yijiu paused, his arm thrust upward by the powerful recoil, nearly dislocating it.

His thumb also smoothly moved the paddle on the back of the barrel, switching the trigger group to the second shot. This shot struck the tyrant in front of him, causing extremely terrible damage, and Cheng Yijiu himself felt dizzy. "Damn it, the mental energy consumption is much greater than I expected! At most two shots will make my vision black and unconscious for five minutes!"

Chapter 12 Police Station

A massive hole had been punched through the tyrant's chest and abdomen, its edges resembling the shards of paper being devoured—charred ash spread, threatening to cleave the tyrant in two. The tyrant lay struggling on the ground, his upper and lower halves undergoing their own transformations. "Killing him with one shot seems like an overly optimistic idea," Cheng Yijiu thought, observing the situation.

Compared to using a machete, the mental energy consumed by the pistol regenerates much more slowly. Cheng Yijiu even wondered if it was because close-range combat with a machete replenishes mental energy. In short, the damage was significant, but the aftereffect didn't seem to last as long as a knife. Perhaps this was because the bullet penetrated first, and secondly, the runes on it had a short retention time. Anyway, once the Tyrant was split in two, the aftereffects of the damage disappeared.

However, the Tyrant continued to move, and signs of growth appeared on both his upper and lower halves. Cheng Yijiu had no intention of staying to observe the Tyrant's transformation. He quickly checked the policemen, found them dead, and searched their bodies for bullets. He then went to the trunk of the police car, grabbed a few rounds of ammunition, an M4 rifle, and several magazines, and quickly left.

In-game, the former museum, now a police station, and the Central Hospital are two key locations, both of which lead to the underground Umbrella lab. This massive underground lab is the confluence of all the plots so far—investigators from US Special Forces, Umbrella Special Forces, and certain giant corporations all appear here...

Now Cheng Yijiu has to go too. It's not just about the G prey, but also about the vaccine. Cheng Yijiu has no interest in saving the world, as they're all asking for their own death anyway. But saving himself from infection is crucial. Unless Cheng Yijiu is certain he won't be infected, there's no way he won't get the vaccine. Raccoon City police are currently on a citywide mission, and it seems they've lost.

The entire city was filled with gunfire and shrill screams, and the sky was lit up with flames. Cheng Yijiu walked towards the police station—the entrance was filled with wrecked vehicles, some of which were burning, and the flames illuminated the zombies dragging their feet in search of prey. Cheng Yijiu walked along the road, carefully avoiding the zombies' rigid paths, and climbed over the wall into the police station yard—he didn't use the door, relying on his excellent athletic ability to easily climb the wall.

As Cheng Yijiu climbed into the yard, he saw bodies on the ground. They were the bodies of the police officers, torn apart by something unknown. Perhaps the officers would stand up again in a moment, but for now, Cheng Yijiu had no intention of finishing them off. This was probably when Jill entered the police station—that is, during the first half of the third generation, before Li Sanguang arrived. It was likely that Jill was inside the police station, gathering intelligence and weapons while dealing with pursuers.

Even Cheng Yijiu himself, after climbing inside, heard a strange roar coming from his direction. It sounded a bit like the voice of a tyrant—a tyrant can speak, not be silent, unlike in the game, and Cheng Yijiu had heard it firsthand. "It's just that this sound seems to be doubled." Cheng Yijiu's ears moved—he discovered that he had become one of the rare people who could move their ears, something he hadn't been able to do before.

His vision was now perfectly clear even in the darkness, though the grayscale was excessive. Cheng Yijiu knew this was the mutation the cabin had brought upon him. "But if this continues, I might eventually become something else, right? Just like what this guy infected with the virus has become." In theory, all infected people should eventually have greatly enhanced body functions, with becoming a tyrant being the foundation. However, in reality, the chance of becoming a tyrant is one in ten thousand—that's what Cheng Yijiu remembered.

However, all current Tyrant Primitives are clones of a Russian colonel—a rare human capable of withstanding the Tyrant's conditioning. It's certain that the colonel has been conditioned. Cheng Yijiu then recalled a lifelong regret: the beastmen and beast generals in Takashi Takashi's comics. "If I were to hunt those things... I'd probably just die."

Crossing the dark courtyard, Cheng Yijiu didn't enter the police station through the main gate. If he got shot in this situation, there would be nowhere to appeal. So he tried to go in from the back. There was a glass window, but first he had to deal with those zombies... In the game, zombies would bang on the glass windows. If the windows weren't sealed with wooden boards in time, after a few attempts, the windows would break and the zombies would crawl in.

"This means there are quite a few zombies wandering around out there." But Cheng Yijiu only saw the "corpses" lying on the ground, and they didn't react when he passed by. "It seems the time hasn't come yet, and the transformation hasn't been completed yet." There was no need to finish off the zombies. Even if using a knife consumed less mental energy, taking them one by one would be a heavy burden for Cheng Yijiu, who had already lost half of his mental energy and was still slowly recovering.

"These zombies will be taken care of by Li Sanguang and the others anyway," Cheng Yijiu muttered, then smashed open a window—carefully breaking a piece of glass before reaching in and unlatching the latch. Zombies couldn't do such delicate things, and Cheng Yijiu finally understood why, in previous games, there were windows that opened directly, allowing zombies to enter and wander around the corridor.

There were few bodies in the corridor now. Cheng Yijiu only saw a few zombies with their heads shot out, but he heard footsteps running above him. "Very light, looks like Jill?" Then there were heavy footsteps from another direction, heading directly towards Cheng Yijiu, and at a very fast speed. Before Cheng Yijiu could find a door to open and hide in—there were no safe houses in this damn place, and the room with the printer and the super-time and space box was definitely not here—he remembered it was in the darkroom under the stairs.

The footsteps came from the other side of the darkroom. If Cheng Yijiu wanted to reach another safe house, he would have to go through the corridor and across the lobby to the other side, running to the S.T.A.R.S. office. "Too late!" Cheng Yijiu cursed, his M4 in hand, ready to fight the guy who was approaching—what else could it be? A pursuer. Soon, the pursuer appeared in front of Cheng Yijiu. Although this guy was here to kill the S.T.A.R.S. team members, he probably wouldn't mind taking down anyone else entering the police station.

This guy didn't bring a rocket launcher or a Vulcan machine gun with him. Instead, he rushed over aggressively, ready to kill Cheng Yijiu with his fists and highly penetrating tentacles.

Chapter 13: Underground Waterways

Facing the aggressive pursuer, Cheng Yijiu's scalp tingled. He immediately raised his M4 and opened fire. This was an automatic rifle, not a civilian semi-automatic. The sound of gunfire was immediately accompanied by a loud bang. Shells continuously fell from the ejection port, and bullets pierced the pursuer's body, causing blood to splatter. Cheng Yijiu quickly ran out of ammunition and simply reloaded while retreating.

The monster before him had taken thirty 5.56 rifle bullets and still remained standing, seemingly acting as if nothing had happened. "Could it be that pistol bullets are really bigger than rifle bullets?" Cheng Yijiu almost cursed Mikami. At this moment, the pursuer suddenly fell to his knees, his tentacles lashing out, but the monster seemed motionless. "Is this what it was knocked down?"

Cheng Yijiu was thinking about finishing off the zombies, but after thinking about it, he said, "It would probably take some time to do it with a knife, and if this thing wakes up, we'll really be in trouble at close range. It's better to leave quickly." There were almost no people in the police station, but Cheng Yijiu heard the roars of zombies and footsteps in the distance - there should be another person or several people running around in the police station.

Cheng Yijiu knew exactly what he was looking for: a way to open the underground passage and prepare. As for the various equipment and supplies inside the police station, they were not important. It seemed that the helicopter had not been shot down and landed on the side of the police station, and he did not need to run up and down the stairs. Cheng Yijiu ran to the lobby and saw that there were indeed people setting up emergency medical facilities. Soon, the police ran outside again - the gunfire was getting closer and closer to the police station, and the zombies outside might be about to break through the defense line.

Cheng Yijiu quickly made his way through the hall. His good hearing allowed him to hear footsteps before anyone else, allowing him to sprint past them. Besides, the police station wasn't crowded at that hour. He was headed for the statue in the center of the hall. Cheng Yijiu spotted three emblems on the base of the statue: a lion, a goddess, and a unicorn. All three emblems were present, but the hidden elevator below didn't activate.

Cheng Yijiu vaguely remembered that the police chief had controlled this secret passage himself, and that he would soon use it, but it was unavailable. He wondered if sending the three emblems to the various statues would "activate" the passage. This was quite possible, given the numerous traps in this place. Immediately, Cheng Yijiu removed all three emblems and ran up the stairs to the second floor.

First, he placed a coat of arms, then pushed open the door to the second floor. Inside was a library—the question was, why would a police station need such a large library? And it was a real library, not an evidence room. No one was inside, so Cheng Yijiu quickly opened the door and placed the second coat of arms. Just then, footsteps and gunshots were heard outside. Cheng Yijiu ran to the corridor and looked down. He saw the police bringing in a large number of colleagues and civilians who appeared to be injured and arranging them to lie on beds for bandages.

Cheng Yijiu quickly passed through the room and ran to the third floor. At this moment, he heard a roar, a roar full of power. When he placed the third emblem, he went out to see corpses everywhere. This group of police and citizens were all killed, and it seemed that they were killed by the pursuer. "The corpse transformation will happen soon." Cheng Yijiu quickly ran to the statue in the hall. At this time, he found that it could be activated.

Cheng Yijiu held the weapon in his hand. The pursuer had disappeared, and Cheng Yijiu was the only one left alive in the hall. He looked at the bodies, sighed, and hurried downstairs. The director was not there, at least not yet.

Cheng Yijiu knew William was probably down there. He'd likely already transformed into a G-creature by this point, completing the first stage of his transformation. "I wonder if killing this William will count as completing my hunt?" He descended the stairs after the elevator and reached the iron door, only to find it locked. There was a platform with an electronic lock on one side. Cheng Yijiu glanced at it and saw what appeared to be gun parts inside.

The locked iron gate was finally pried open, and Cheng Yijiu walked into the steam-filled underground tunnel - this place was connected to the drainage system. It was not only the boiler facility center of the police station and nearby buildings, but also a shortcut to the Umbrella Underground Research Institute. There were no zombies in this place, but from above, the huge drainage pipe looked like a hidden river, filled with all kinds of garbage washed in by the sewage.