Chapter 18

With her son's coughing in her ears, amidst the pain and busyness, it was even more difficult at night. Please bear with me, everyone.

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A soft "sizzle" echoed inside a satellite orbiting Earth as a processing chip suddenly burned out under the influence of an invisible force.

"What's going on?" Dr. Isaacs asked, watching the distorted image on the surveillance screen.

"The satellite has malfunctioned," the black guard sitting in front of the computer said while typing.

As he finished speaking, the screen, which had been distorted, quickly turned into static, indicating a complete loss of signal.

At the same time, Alice, who had been standing still due to the satellite signal, finally regained consciousness after her pupils flickered.

When her consciousness fully returned, the sight of the gruesome scene made her face turn fiercely angry.

Seeing two evolved zombies feasting on a corpse, Alice jumped onto the railing and blew a loud whistle.

Then, she twirled her knife beautifully and leaped down from the railing, stepping on a container that had fallen from the sky, charging toward the two evolved zombies.

In just a few breaths, Alice, who had jumped down from the top of the container, slit the throats of the two evolved zombies with a single stroke.

"How long will it take to fix it?" Dr. Isaacs asked, looking at the computer screen that had lost its signal.

"The new signal will be online in fifteen seconds," the black guard, who was quickly operating the keyboard, answered confidently.

After roughly confirming the casualties of the survivors and ensuring all the zombies were cleared, Alice ran into the adjacent building following a certain感应 in her mind.

"Three, two, one, signal restored!"

As the black guard pressed the confirmation button, the surveillance screen quickly returned to normal.

However, what puzzled Dr. Isaacs was that the image on the screen showed the target running wildly in the stairwell.

"Damn, where is she going?"

Soon, the answer came.

As a door was kicked open, Dr. Isaacs suddenly realized that the image on the computer screen was of his own tent.

Subconsciously looking toward the rooftop safety exit, Dr. Isaacs quickly gave the order:

"Shut her down!"

The black guard, who received the order, also realized the severity of the situation and hurriedly operated the keyboard.

On the other side, Alice, who had broken through the door and walked onto the rooftop, immediately felt the force that had controlled her reappear.

Unlike before when she was completely unprepared, with the experience from earlier, Alice mustered her strength to resist this control while continuing to move toward her target.

"She's coming!" The guard in the dome-shaped tent shouted, seeing the target getting closer.

"Faster!" Dr. Isaacs, who had been relatively calm, said with a changed expression.

"Oh, damn it!" The black guard, seeing that the control command was completely ineffective, was stunned.

Before anyone in the tent could react, Alice, who had already reached the tent, quickly shot and killed the guards who had not received the order and dared not fire.

Meanwhile, Dr. Isaacs, realizing the situation was out of control, had already quietly run to the helicopter.

"Back to the base!"

Just as Dr. Isaacs gave the order to the helicopter pilot, an evolved zombie suddenly pounced at him.

Ironically, this escapee was the first evolved zombie that Dr. Isaacs had experimented with.

Whether it was because it knew the meat on the shoulder was more delicious or recognized Dr. Isaacs, after grabbing him, it bit into his left shoulder instead of a vital area like the throat.

With a "bang," the helicopter pilot, reacting in time, shot the evolved zombie in the head.

"Antiviral serum! Give me the antiviral serum!!"

Dr. Isaacs, who had narrowly escaped, was no longer calm as he looked at the bite on his left shoulder.

Soon, the helicopter left the rooftop and sped toward the base.

At this moment, Alice, who had come out of the tent, aimed her gun at the helicopter, which was within range, but ultimately did not pull the trigger.

"Why didn't you shoot?" K-Mart, who had run to the rooftop following Alice, took off her sunglasses and asked, puzzled, as she watched the helicopter fly away.

"Because we don't need to drive to Alaska anymore, so I didn't want to damage the helicopter," Alice explained, looking at the other person and continuing to watch the helicopter fly away.

Just then, with an unusual sound, the two people on the rooftop saw a rocket fly by at high speed.

Leaving a trail of smoke in the air, it directly hit the helicopter, which had no time to evade.

In the next moment, with a loud explosion, flames and debris instantly created a visually striking scene in the air.

"Damn!"

Alice, completely stunned by this sudden scene, subconsciously ran to the edge of the rooftop and looked in the direction of the missile launch.

She saw a "Optimus Prime," a Peterbilt 579 heavy truck, which had stopped in the empty space below at some point.

Standing on the top of the truck, a person was lowering what looked like a rocket launcher from his shoulder.

Seemingly sensing their gaze, he waved friendly at them.

When Alice and K-Mart came down from the rooftop, they saw a man in a windbreaker holding a loaf of bread and a piece of fruit, shouting:

"Don't worry, I mean no harm, and I'm not from Umbrella."

"I have various supplies and good medical equipment."

"Anyone who wants can enjoy them."

The bread, especially the bright red apple, was incredibly tempting.

However, the survivors, who had just experienced a life-and-death ordeal and lost many long-time companions, were not easily swayed by the bread and fruit, even though they were tempted to swallow their saliva.

"Who are you?" Alice, who had just been betrayed by Umbrella, walked forward with her gun and asked.

Putting down the fruit and breaking off a piece of bread, Liu Rui'an introduced himself:

"Hi! I'm Hao Tian Liu, a survivor and a merchant."

"Merchant? Selling weapons?" Alice, who could sense that he meant no harm, lowered her gun slightly and said sarcastically.

"Sorry, I don't sell weapons. That was just to survive longer in this world," Liu Rui'an shrugged and replied.

At this moment, the survivors who had been on guard also came out from their hiding places.

Looking at the few remaining survivors, Liu Rui'an shook his head and turned to bring out a box of functional drinks from the truck.

He casually took a bottle, opened it, and drank a few gulps, then intentionally burped and said:

"It seems you're having a tough time. Have something to drink and replenish your water."

"Aren't you afraid we can't pay?" Even Alice couldn't help but swallow her saliva and asked.

"Don't worry, the drinks are free," Liu Rui'an shook his head and smiled.

"Then what do you want?" Alice, still maintaining her guard, asked.

"To be honest, I don't think you can offer me anything now," Liu Rui'an scanned the group and shook his head.

"Aren't you afraid we'll steal your truck?" Alice, knowing he was right, couldn't help but ask.

Faced with this question, Liu Rui'an just chuckled and snapped his fingers in front of everyone.

In the next moment, several windows suddenly opened on the originally smooth silver truck.

First, several gun barrels, as thick as an adult's arm, pointed at Alice and the others, followed by a swarm of tan-colored combat robots forming a circle around them.

This sudden change made Alice and the others raise their few guns.

However, given the overwhelming disparity in strength, no one, including Alice, doubted the outcome of this standoff.

"Is this what you call no harm?" Alice, pointing her gun at him and ready to shoot if anything went wrong, said sarcastically.

Looking at the few guns, Liu Rui'an, protected by a shield generator, said helplessly:

"Please! When I brought out the bread, you were worried I meant harm."

"Now that I've shown my strength, you're still worried I mean harm."

"If I really meant harm, do you think I would go through all this trouble?"

After a moment of stalemate, Alice was the first to lower her gun.

"Alice!" Carlos Oliveira, a former Umbrella guard bitten by the black JD, shouted weakly.

"Carlos, he's right. Put down your gun, we can't win," Alice said, meeting his gaze and shaking her head.

Though reluctant, Carlos Oliveira knew the situation was indeed in their favor.

Moreover, the man seemed to genuinely mean no harm, so he could only put down his gun.

"That's better."

After the last gun was put down, Liu Rui'an nodded in satisfaction and had the combat robots collect the guns.

He also sent a team of robots to clear the battlefield to prevent any escapees from causing trouble.

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