bookbashuk Chapter 64 What Does the Creator Really Desire?
Chapter 64 What Does the Creator Really Desire?
Chapter 64 What Does the Creator Really Desire?
Li En found a motorcycle that was still working, with the key still in the lock.
He pressed the start button with his thumb, and the engine coughed twice and started running.
Then he just stood there, holding onto the handlebars, without moving.
"What's wrong?" Grace had already sat in the back seat.
She wrapped her arms around Emily, shielding her between herself and the fuel tank.
"Hurry up and drive!"
Li En looked down at the motorcycle; it wasn't a Porsche.
The term "vehicle killer" has never disappointed him; bicycles, police cars, skateboards, cruise ships—they all exploded.
The fate of this motorcycle was sealed the moment the key was turned.
He calculated the distance; it was still fifteen kilometers to the city center.
He could run there by himself, but Grace, carrying a child, definitely couldn't keep up.
Time is of the essence, and Emily's condition won't last much longer.
He stepped onto the bike, gripped the handlebars, and said without turning his head, "When I yell 'jump out,' don't hesitate."
"what?"
The motorcycle sped off, its engine roar echoing through the ruins.
Grace leaned back, her right hand instinctively gripping the fabric around Li En's waist.
The wind rushed into Emily's ears, making her hair fly wildly.
Remembering what Li En had just said, she loosened her right hand and changed to hug Emily instead.
When she jumps like that, she can protect the child immediately.
Twenty-five minutes later, at the entrance to the ruins of the Raccoon City Police Department.
Before the motorcycle had even come to a complete stop, Grace had already jumped off with Emily in her arms.
She staggered to the wall and squatted down, her stomach churning.
"vomit!!"
He couldn't spit anything out.
My stomach was empty, with only a stream of acidic fluid pushing up my throat.
She supported herself on her knees, her shoulders rising and falling.
clap clap.
Emily reached out her little hand and gently patted her back.
"I—I will never ride your motorcycle again."
Grace wiped her mouth with her sleeve, her voice broken and intermittent.
"You deliberately chose to drive in places where there were no roads at all. Several times I thought we were going to crash and die."
Li En stood a few meters away, not listening to her complaints.
He stared at the motorcycle, his brow slightly furrowed.
It didn't explode.
Not right.
Suddenly, an unusual noise appeared above my head.
He looked up and saw a dark shadow falling from the sky.
When it hit the motorcycle seat, the whole motorcycle sank to the ground, and the shock absorbers were pushed to the bottom.
Biochemical dogs.
It was quite large, with the outline of its shoulder blades bulging high from under the rotting skin.
It lowered its head, opened its mouth, and bit down on the motorcycle's fuel tank.
When those jagged teeth cut through the metal shell, a few sparks actually flew out.
Li En took a step back and shouted, "Get down!"
He fell down first, his body sliding along the ground.
Boom!
The motorcycle exploded into a fireball.
Fragments flew everywhere, and a piece of sheet metal the size of a palm grazed over Grace's head and embedded itself in the wall behind her.
The bio-engineered dog was blown to pieces, and half of its charred torso rolled twice on the ground before going still.
Lee Eun stood up, patted the debris off his bulletproof vest, and nodded toward the still-smoking motorcycle wreckage.
If it doesn't explode, then people will suspect that something is wrong.
He turned around and glanced at the main entrance of the police station.
The door frame is still there, but the door panel is long gone.
He knew perfectly well that the correct route to the Ark was to go down from the orphanage.
But there's a terminal on the third floor of the police station that contains information about Grace.
How was she created?
What exactly is the relationship between her and Emily?
Li En pressed the phone against the outside of the trigger guard.
Telling Grace the truth will strengthen her empathy for Emily and make her more determined to release Erpis.
But there is another possibility: she couldn't take it and broke down, causing a chain reaction that led to a complete collapse in her reputation.
"What's wrong?" Grace walked over and took Emily's hand.
Her complexion hadn't fully recovered after vomiting.
"Let's hurry, Emily isn't doing well."
Lee En asked, "Grace, do you want to know the truth?"
Grace was taken aback.
Even if the truth is cruel.
She was silent.
The wind blew through the ruins, making Emily's hair sway in the breeze.
Then she nodded.
Li En led them into the police station building.
The stairwell was filled with peeling paint and broken glass, and something creaked underfoot with every step.
One office on the third floor is still relatively intact; the window is gone, but the desk is still there.
The power light on the terminal on the table is green, indicating that the backup power supply is still working.
He reached out and typed a few times on the keyboard, bringing up a set of files, and then stepped aside to make room.
"You might find relevant information here."
Grace walked up to the screen.
The office was quiet.
The only sounds were the hum of the terminal's cooling fan and the occasional rattling of metal coming from a distant ventilation duct.
Grace flipped through the pages, her fingers sliding off the mouse and hanging at her sides.
"How could that be?" Her lips moved a few times as she murmured.
"Was I created?"
"My mother—is she not my biological mother?"
She turned to the next page.
"Is Emily—my clone?"
Her body began to tremble.
Tears streamed down her face, but she neither wiped them away nor raised her hand.
The words on the screen in her vision began to spin and distort, turning into blurry vortexes that sucked her in.
His body went limp and he was about to collapse.
A pair of small hands tightly grasped Grace's hand.
Emily's hands were thin, and she said softly, "It will get better."
Grace turned her head blankly and looked at Emily's little face.
"Everything will be alright," Emily said again.
Grace knelt down and hugged her.
Li En leaned against the door frame.
He had already scanned the area before entering the police station and found no red markers within a 200-meter radius.
He can wait.
Judging from Grace's current state, she has accepted it.
I hope you can add some feedback.
"Leon." Shirley's voice was low in the earpiece, and the sound of typing stopped in the background.
"Is Grace alright? I just got the data from the terminal."
"It's okay." Li En looked at Grace, who was kneeling amidst the broken glass, holding a little girl who couldn't even speak properly, and crying and trembling all over.
"She's just as strong as you."
Shirley was silent for two seconds.
"Leon, you must help them."
"Don't worry, I told you everything would be fine."
He walked up to Grace.
"Are you still going?"
Grace looked up, her nose still dripping with snot, and her eyes red and swollen.
"I must save Emily."
"Even if Elpis could be a virus?"
"I will not give up as long as there is even the slightest chance."
Li En reached out his right hand, grasped Grace's hand, and pulled her up from the ground.
She staggered for a moment, then regained her balance.
"Let's go then."
He walked ahead to clear the way.
In the corner of the room, a camera followed the three people as they moved.
The three of them walked through the bombed-out corridor behind the police station, climbed over the fallen iron fence, and went down the path from the entrance of the orphanage.
The underground railway tunnel was filled with a damp, earthy smell.
The walls on both sides were completely covered by thick vines, the surface of which was an abnormal dark purple, like blood clots that had been soaked in water.
Grace followed closely behind him, holding Emily in her arms, her eyes constantly scanning back and forth between the vines on either side.
"Lyon, are these things really okay?"
Li En glanced at the vines.
They lay quietly on the wall, without even the slightest movement.
From the moment I set off on my motorcycle until now, apart from the bio-engineered dog that was forcibly dragged over to the police station entrance, I haven't encountered any obstacles along the way.
This is not luck.
Someone was clearing the road for them, and they were doing it very well.
If you put yourself in his shoes, imagine he was the one waiting at the finish line.
If he finds the key to open the door running towards him by itself, he will escort it to its destination with a green light.
Regarding the issue of killing monsters to improve the final rating —
Li En walked towards the already opened Umbrella's massive iron gate and called out to Grace, "Let's go."
He simultaneously picked up two incendiary grenades with his right hand, pressed the safety pin with his thumb, and threw them toward the red markers a hundred meters away deep in the tunnel.
The projectile bounced twice on the railway sleepers and rolled into the gap at the base of the vines.
boom!!
Orange-yellow flames shot upwards along the wall.
The dark purple vines that had been quietly clinging to the wall suddenly came to life, their thick stems peeling off the wall plaster and sweeping through the passageway with chunks of concrete in their wake.
A vine whipped the pipe overhead, bending the iron pipe and causing steam to gush out from the crack.
Several thinner tendrils pierced towards the direction where the three were standing, moving very quickly.
The iron gate began to close automatically.
The metal door, half a meter thick, is pushed from both sides toward the middle.
The vines slammed against the closing door at the last moment, making a dull thud.
Grace turned her head to look at the closed door, then turned back to look at Li En.
"Lyon?"
"Let's go, someone is waiting for us."
Li En casually tossed away the empty grenade ring and strode into the depths of the passage.
The door at the end of the corridor slid open automatically as they approached.
Behind the door was a huge space.
A cylindrical culture chamber stood against the wall, its walls covered with a thin layer of dust, obscuring what was inside.
A man was standing in the very center of the room.
His white hair was neatly combed back, sunglasses covered his eyes, and he wore a knee-length coat over a dark suit.
His hands were in his pockets, and he stood relaxed, as if he were waiting for a friend he had been waiting for a long time.
He withdrew his hands and clapped them gently twice.
"I've heard so much about you, Leon S. Kennedy."
He put his hands back in his pockets, his chin slightly raised.
"Thank you for bringing Grace here."
He didn't give Li En time to speak, his tone calm and fluent.
"Your journey has been smooth, hasn't it? I put in a lot of effort to ensure your path forward was unobstructed."
"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself—my name is Zino."
He turned around and walked toward the device in the center of the hall.
The thing's metal casing was inlaid with a dense array of dials and pipes, with a semi-transparent energy core in the very center.
"The Alliance blockaded Raccoon City in order to seize Elpis, but they don't know that—"
He reached out and tapped a few times on the control panel, then stepped aside and gestured for him to proceed.
"This device requires a key."
His self-illumination passed over Li En and landed on Grace.
"You are the key, Grace."
Grace instinctively hugged Emily tighter, her left hand gripping the handle of the alligator gun.
She looked at Qi Nuo, then at Li En.
"Lyon?"
"Zino wants to release Erpis."
Li En walked past Qi Nuo and stopped on the opposite side.
The two people were separated by a control panel, just enough distance for each of them to react.
"But it is indeed possible for Emily to get better."
Zino's lips curled up slightly as he pulled his right hand out of his pocket and opened his palm towards the control panel.
"Mr. Lyon, I really didn't expect that we would eventually reach an agreement."
His tone carried a subtle element that was hard to define—whether it was admiration or sarcasm.
"You are the destroyer of Umbrella, and I am its legacy."
He pointed to his temple with his finger.
"I thought you would attack me as soon as we met."
Li Enchao tilted her head towards Grace.
Grace, carrying Emily, walked past Zeno and headed towards the control panel.
Her footsteps echoed through the hall.
Li En turned his gaze back to Qi Nuo.
"Our goals may not be aligned."
"That makes sense."
Zino smiled and nodded, glancing towards the control panel to confirm that Grace intended to activate the device.
"However, consistency is sufficient at this stage."
Grace led Emily to a corner, then walked to the control panel and looked down at the screen.
The above only presents one question: "What does the Creator truly desire?"