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It's no small feat to survive the train and the mansion area.
"at the same time,"
Alex turned around,
"Dispatch USS (Umbrella Security Forces), Alpha Team."
"Mission Objective: Thoroughly eradicate all signs of T-virus infection in the suburbs of Raccoon City, especially in the Arklay Mountains region, whether human, animal, or... something else."
"Block all related information to prevent the virus from spreading or the truth of the matter from being leaked, which could affect the company's overall strategy in Raccoon City. Simultaneously, build a perimeter wall around Raccoon City under the guise of city expansion."
“Raccoon City cannot afford any unexpected events right now. At least not until Chairman Spencer’s plan is completed.”
The secretary nodded immediately: "Yes! Arrange it right away!"
“I will personally report the situation here to Chairman Spencer.”
Alex added,
"Let him decide what to do next."
Spencer... I wonder how much longer you can continue your dream of immortality.
Albert, my dear brother, I hope you're still alive. If you're dead, the game won't be fun.
She paused, then added.
"Contact the European branch."
"Have them send over a batch of the latest BOW models."
"Tell them it will come in handy."
The secretary acknowledged the order and quickly left the office.
Alex Wesker was the only one left in the huge office.
She sat back down in her chair, and her fingers began to tap rhythmically on the table again.
Raccoon City...STARS...Demon Slayer Corps...Zhou Ye...Saeko Busujima...Albert...Rei...
Names and code names flashed through her mind.
The chessboard is set up, and the pieces are in their places.
Let me see what tricks you lowly pawns can pull off in this game.
Finally, a cold yet intriguing smile appeared on her lips.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Raccoon City.
Zhou Ye, Nami, and Saeko Busujima walked down the fire escape of the abandoned building.
Only their monotonous footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the air was filled with dust and a certain putrid smell.
Nami walked at the back with her arms crossed, listlessly looking at the mottled wall.
What a boring way to travel.
[It would be better to just have the boss use his spatial abilities to go back.]
Unfortunately, the city is full of surveillance cameras, so to fabricate evidence, one must appear on camera and leave behind witnesses and physical evidence.
Saeko Busujima walked in the middle, her steps light and graceful, like a cat in the night. Her hand never left the hilt of her sword, and her eyes occasionally glanced at Zhou Ye and Nami ahead.
This man... his abilities, his composure, and the way he just ruthlessly altered his memories...
[Who is he? ]
Back at the academy, I must figure out what's going on. How should I report to Professor Tomioka?
Zhou Ye walked at the front and pushed open the rusty fire door of the stairwell.
A stronger, bloody urban atmosphere wafted over.
Outside was a quiet back alley, with overturned trash cans and sewage flowing everywhere. The faint sound of police sirens could be heard from the distant street.
Zhou Ye glanced back at the two people who had followed him out.
"Let's go."
Zhou Ye took the lead and stepped into the depths of Raccoon City's night.
Chapter 42 Returning to School
The shadows of the back alley swallowed their last footsteps.
Zhou Ye led the two out of the narrow alley, and the streets of Raccoon City at night came into view. A few streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and there was a lingering dampness and a faint smell of rust in the air. In the distance, police sirens sounded intermittently.
"Luckily, there are still cars available at this time."
As Zhou Ye spoke, his eyes swept across the empty road.
Not long after, the headlights of a large van pierced the darkness and rumbled closer.
Zhou Ye raised his hand and stood in the middle of the road.
The truck screeched to a halt a few meters from Zhou Ye, its tires rubbing against the pavement. The driver's window rolled down, and a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap and sporting a stubble leaned out, looking impatient.
"What the hell are you doing! Are you looking for death?!"
The driver yelled.
Zhou Ye put on a standard, slightly apologetic smile and quickly walked over.
"Excuse me, driver, my car broke down and I need to get back to the city urgently. Could you give me a ride?"
The driver looked Zhou Ye up and down, then glanced at Nami and Saeko Busujima standing behind him, two disheveled women dressed in school uniforms and school uniforms.
"Hitch a ride? This is a truck, not a taxi!" the driver said irritably.
"Get out of here and don't delay my delivery!"
"Master, please help me." Zhou Ye's smile remained unchanged as he reached into his pocket.
[Tsk, standard procedure.]
These days, nobody pays attention to you unless you show some kind of gesture.
He pulled out the cat-head sprayer again.
【Pfft——】
Before the driver could react, a mist carrying a sweet, cloying fragrance was sprayed directly into the cab.
The driver's cursing stopped abruptly, his eyes instantly losing focus and becoming empty and dull.
Zhou Ye skillfully put away the [Memory Modification Spray Cat Head Limited Edition], opened the car door, and nimbly climbed into the passenger seat.
"Wake up."
Zhou Ye patted the driver on the shoulder.
The driver's eyes regained some of their sparkle, but he still looked blankly at Zhou Ye.
Zhou Ye's voice was clear and steady:
"Listen carefully, you just ran into the three of us on the road outside Raccoon City."
He pointed to himself, then to Nami and Saeko Busujima, who had already opened the rear door and were preparing to get in.
“We are teachers and students from Fujimi Academy. We went to visit the Umbrella Corporation’s research institute in the Arklay Mountains, but the train derailed halfway there, and our communication equipment was also damaged. We barely managed to get out.”
“You are a kind person. When you saw that we were in such a sorry state, you offered to take us back to the college.”
"you are nice."
Zhou Ye's voice has a special guiding power.
The driver nodded blankly.
"Yes... I'm a kind person."
"We'll take you back to the academy."
Zhou Ye nodded in satisfaction, took out a thick wad of rice from another pocket, and without counting it, stuffed it directly into the driver's chest pocket.
"Here is five thousand yuan, a reward for your hard work and for your helpfulness."
[Mind control plus financial corruption, a double layer of protection. Hopefully, this guy isn't a chatterbox and will blurt things out. But this place will only be hell in a few days, so it doesn't really matter.]
The driver's hand unconsciously pressed down on the money in his pocket, and a hint of "satisfaction" seemed to appear in his empty eyes.
"It should, it should."
he murmured.
Zhou Ye ignored him, leaned forward, and fumbled around the dashboard of the truck. He quickly found a hidden dashcam.
He pulled out a small, U-shaped device and aligned the interface with a hidden slot on the recorder.
【drop. 】
The indicator light on the device flashed a few times.
Done. Insert a fake, heartwarming scene of us anxiously waiting on the roadside and then being rescued by a kind driver.
Even if the police review the surveillance footage afterward, they will only see this version of the story.
details make a difference.
After doing all this, Zhou Ye removed the device and sat up straight.
"Alright, Master."
"Let's drive."
"Heading towards Fujimi Academy."
The driver nodded numbly.
"Ok."
He shifted gears again, the truck engine roared once more, and he clumsily turned around, heading towards Fujimi Academy.