Chapter 14

"Alright, I'll temporarily accept your explanation. The next path will be guided by you." Chu Ci didn’t say much, allowing Avenger 7 to release a powerful wave of killing intent, instantly stimulating Alice’s memory and bringing her back to full consciousness. Then, with a few brief words, he successfully made Alice a dying companion.

"Next, we need to intercept the riot control vehicle at the entrance bridge. Carlos and the others will also follow. We need to gather enough strength and influential figures to have a strong voice after leaving Raccoon City."

"Wait, who are you? Why should we listen to you?" Peyton, unhappy, reached out and poked Avenger 7’s chest.

"I’m just an ordinary person." Chu Ci didn’t bother to argue with a dead man. Unexpectedly, Peyton got more energetic, changing from poking to pushing and questioning, "A rat hiding in the shadows, confess, what’s your purpose?"

"Are you challenging me?" Chu Ci ignored him and turned the camera towards Alice. "Alice, can I take care of him?"

"What? Who do you want to take care of?!" Jill and Peyton immediately exploded, raising their pistols and aiming at the Avenger.

"Of course, you, the black guy. Anyone bitten by a zombie will definitely turn into a zombie within three hours if they don’t receive the serum, and you’re no exception." The Avenger aimed his gun at Peyton.

"No." Jill stepped in front of Peyton.

"You have no choice. According to the computer analysis, this black guy will turn into a zombie in seven minutes." Chu Ci paused and then continued, "You don’t have the right to make decisions for him. He should choose for himself."

"Die with dignity as a human, or die in shame as a zombie that only knows how to eat."

"No need, I’m fine!" Peyton glanced at Jill, then at the Avenger, and made no choice.

"Suit yourself. Anyway, not seven, but six and a half minutes later, I’ll shoot a bullet into your head." Chu Ci studied for a while, unable to find a way to make Avenger 7 shrug, so he shrugged himself, indifferent, even though the people on the other side of the camera couldn’t see it.

"If it comes to that, I’ll send you off personally." Jill turned around to comfort Peyton.

"Let’s go. Walk 700 meters down Seventh Avenue, then walk up the elevated bridge and circle around to the entrance bridge. This route has the fewest zombies." Avenger 7 led the way, walking at the front.

Ignoring Terry, who kept the camera in front of the Avenger, Chu Ci shifted his gaze to another place.

On the rooftop of the ground building, Avengers 1, 2, and 3, each carrying rocket launchers, formed a defensive formation that Chu Ci couldn’t understand, sealing off the airspace above the ground building. Kane, in a rage, sent out three armed helicopter squadrons, all of which were shot down by the ugly and fierce Avengers.

Raccoon City, which looked developed, was actually a畸形繁荣 funded by Umbrella Corporation. In such a large city, there were only five temporary airports that could support helicopter landings. The city hall had already been occupied by zombies, and Raccoon City Park and Raccoon City Square were out of the question. The city’s ring elevated road was filled with car accidents, leaving only the Umbrella branch building. The three Avengers, more muscular than even the Hulk, fully armed and shooting down planes, basically cut off any possibility of Umbrella deploying armed forces to Raccoon City.

"Chu Ci, what do you really want?" Kane pinched his chin, his gray-blue eyes fixed on Chu Ci’s photo of yellow skin and black hair. After calming down, the loss of the helicopter squadrons no longer stirred his anger.

"Sir, headquarters has sent a letter, requesting you to end the Raccoon City test as soon as possible and stop the spread of the T-virus." The secretary in front of Kane was a plump, pearl-colored Indian beauty. The original blonde beauty had been thrown into Raccoon City to quell Kane’s anger, making the Indian beauty work with trepidation, fearing she would be next.

"Headquarters is calling. It seems those old men still want to remain hidden." Kane was unsurprised by the news. The development of the T-virus had hit a bottleneck, and its inability to be used on a large scale made Umbrella Corporation very passive, unwilling to expose it. "Connect me to Colonel Michael Edwards. I need a 5,000-ton T/NT tactical missile."

"Sir, Alice is still in Raccoon City. It took us 38 years to find the only perfect host." The Indian beauty, though trembling, reported every word Dr. Ashford had said. "Dr. Ashford said that without Alice, we cannot fully overcome the T-virus."

"Has he also said that if the T-virus outbreak is not completely eradicated, not only will we fail to overcome the T-virus, but humanity itself may not survive?" Kane frowned and said sternly.

The Indian beauty’s heart trembled at his words and quickly connected the call, not daring to comment further. However, when she glanced at the screen, she noticed that Kane’s eyes were cold, as if he were looking at a dead person.

At the same time that Kane was filled with murderous intent, Chu Ci faced the biggest challenge in this world.

"You must immediately break through the encirclement and leave Raccoon City." Chu Ci earnestly tried to persuade the others to leave, but it was in vain.

After more than two hours of turmoil, Alice, a former Umbrella security guard, Jill, a violent female police officer with a record, Terry, a female news anchor interning in Raccoon City, Matt, a libertarian (yes, he was there, mixed in with the Raccoon City police team, and now thinking about it, without an insider in the police, Matt wouldn’t have obtained a fake police badge), Carlos and Nikolai, former Umbrella UBCS privates, over 40 professional armed personnel, over 15 children, Deputy Chief Aidan, and Raccoon City TV’s top anchor and beauty, Julie, formed a large and diverse group with complex professions and varying social statuses, with a wide social influence.

Chu Ci believed that if this group exposed Umbrella Corporation’s conspiracy, the social credibility they would gain would be much stronger than in the original story, where only a few thugs, soldiers, and a female police officer escaped. Umbrella would find it impossible to cover up the truth, let alone start the next plot as Zhong Ziyun suggested.

But now the problem was that Chu Ci wanted to send Alice and the others out, but when they reached the defensive wall, they hesitated.

"Chu Ci, I believe you are on our side, but making us break through at the risk of death is not a rational decision." Alice blinked her bright blue eyes and argued with Chu Ci, word by word. "To break through, we need at least a few hours to observe the defense shifts and find a weak moment."

"There’s no time. At midnight, Umbrella’s missile will level Raccoon City."

"Since you can hack into Umbrella’s firewall, why can’t you change the missile’s destination?" Peyton, who had been turned into a zombie and freed by Jill, was in a very bad mood, standing next to Alice. The two agile women looked like two leopards standing side by side.

"We should identify ourselves to the company. We haven’t been bitten by those man-eating monsters. We are clean and harmless. The company will help us." Deputy Chief Aidan tried to assert his presence, but no one paid attention to him, the lone commander. The police had split into two factions when Jill arrived, one following her and the other influenced by Matt, the libertarian.

"Umbrella is the culprit behind this disaster. Do you think they will let us leave?" Matt’s hatred for Umbrella was the strongest in the group. Lisa’s death in the Hive was a scene he could never forget.

"Whether Chu Ci’s information is correct or not, staying in one place is a mistake. We will eventually be found by the zombies." Carlos’s opinion was more moderate, representing the majority of the weaker groups, including the innocent children.

"We need to get out immediately. I want to kick that pretty boy Kane’s balls and teach him how to behave." This was said by the retired leader of the violent group S.T.A.R.S., an old man with gray hair and muscles showing in the cold wind.

The TV anchor and intern had no guns, so they had no say.

"Oh, I have a good news and a bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" As everyone argued, Chu Ci’s voice came through again, slightly distorted and somewhat comical, but the powerful firepower the Avengers had shown on the way was harder than the old man’s muscles.

"I think there’s no worse news than being surrounded by zombies. Let’s hear the good news first." Alice made a cold joke.

"The good news is, you don’t need to argue anymore. Two minutes ago, Red Queen detected a Trident II missile via satellite, expected to arrive in Raccoon City in eight minutes. You can now agree on a plan."

"Shit, what kind of good news is that? Quickly, everyone get in the car. Old buddies, polish your guns and blast a path!" The S.T.A.R.S. old man cursed and was the first to climb onto the riot control vehicle.

The others stopped arguing. When the Trident was high in the sky, even the best swimmers wouldn’t dare to dive into the water under Poseidon’s gaze, and they ran faster than ever.

"Since this is the good news, the bad news must be worse!" Alice’s lips curled, her straight eyebrows slightly raised, and the shotgun clicked as it was loaded.

"You’re right. The bad news is, there are too many living people here, which will likely attract a lot of foul-smelling creatures." The three Avengers guarding the perimeter gave the most appropriate warning, their electric Gatling guns firing at the zombies that had gathered and swarmed. The sight was endless.

"This is the final 300 meters. The Avengers won’t help you clear the way. If you break through the defensive wall but let the zombies escape, this world might be doomed." Chu Ci’s voice, firm and decisive, came from the speaker. The four Avengers stood like fortresses at the only passage on the entrance bridge, their fire blocking the densest wave of zombies. The thick, dead blood covered the bridge, mixed with rotten flesh, forming a mud that reached the calves, but it couldn’t stop the zombies’ bloodlust. "The remaining few stragglers are left for you to deal with. Remember, not a single zombie can escape, and no infected person can leave."

Alice turned to look at the entrance of the security checkpoint, where over a hundred zombies wandered the congested streets. She whistled, truly a few ‘remaining’ stragglers.

PS: Thank you to the generous supporters like "brainwon’tbend," "leeksteameddumpling," and "GodofDeath." I shamelessly ask for a recommendation.

Another PS: The second volume of the alchemy mentioned in the book title is unlikely to appear because I can’t suddenly turn a proletarian who has never touched mysticism into a great mystic. This requires a transformation, a catalyst for the protagonist to engage with mysticism. Please be patient.

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