Only after Officer Marvin said that did Luo Guang realize his survival kit was still missing one important thing: a light source.
Sweeping his gaze across the main hall, Luo Guang immediately took a liking to the black flashlight sitting beside the reception desk.
It was a little different from the household flashlights he was used to.
The rim around the lens had protruding serrations, and the tail end had a blunt cone-shaped tip.
The system could not find a model number for it in its database, so it was probably a custom flashlight made specifically for the Raccoon Police Department.
Once he got it in hand, Luo Guang gave it a few test swings and clicked it on and off a couple of times.
After confirming that it worked and that the balance felt pretty good in hand, he happily claimed it for himself.
At the side, the corner of Marvin’s eye twitched.
That flashlight in Luo Guang’s hand had cost Marvin quite a bit to have custom-made.
It was durable, waterproof, impact-resistant, and doubled as a self-defense tool and a window breaker.
It even had a strobe function for use against people.
Who would have thought Luo Guang would ignore the ordinary flashlight lying on the bench beside the equipment crates and zero in instead on the one Marvin had set beside himself at the front desk?
Still, Marvin had just told him to find some kind of lighting tool.
And since he did not need it himself for the time being—and Luo Guang seemed to like it quite a lot—Marvin, though feeling a stab of pain in his wallet, said nothing.
While idly playing with the flashlight, Luo Guang remembered that during his earlier sweep of the hall, he had spotted a police duty belt hanging over the backrest of a chair beside the supply crates.
Good stuff.
That belt came with a holster for the Raccoon Police Department’s standard-issue sidearm, the Beretta M92FS—perfect for Luo Guang’s own Beretta M92F.
The only issue was that the holster was semi-enclosed, so if he wanted to fit his own pistol into it, he would first have to remove the suppressor.
Besides that, the duty belt also had several pouches for magazines.
Naturally, Luo Guang accepted those with a smile as well.
There was a real thrill to it—a free “equipment upgrade” rush.
In only a few quick motions, Luo Guang found magazines suited for his pistol.
After loading them full, he used the telescopic dagger to cut away part of the bottom of the holster.
That way, he could holster his Beretta M92F without removing the suppressor.
Once he secured his main weapon, he slotted the magazines and the flashlight one by one onto the police duty belt.
“One, two…
six.
Six magazines.”
Counting the fully loaded mags on his belt, Luo Guang’s mood improved tremendously.
As for the holster and mag slots inside the black jacket, he used those for the fully loaded Glock 17.
He could not find any Glock-compatible magazines, so he settled for the next best thing and filled the jacket’s spare slots with fully loaded M9 magazines.
Later, if he got the chance, he would replace the Glock 17 with another M9-pattern pistol and stop using the Glock altogether.
Luo Guang thought that smugly to himself and started counting the spare mag slots inside the jacket as well.
“Seven, eight, nine.
Nine spare magazines total.
I’m actually rich now.”
For the first time since transmigrating into this world, Luo Guang felt genuine happiness.
After giving all the items on his person one last check, he told Marvin he was ready to have the fire door opened.
“Be careful.
If you run into something you can’t handle, fall back immediately.” Marvin operated the computer while warning him, then added, “The fire door will only open about a third of the way.
Opening and closing it makes noise, so be careful in case there are zombies waiting right behind it.”
Marvin then went over the radio code words they had agreed on.
“Understood.” Marvin was a little long-winded, but Luo Guang did not dislike being fussed over like that.
The fire door slowly began to rise.
Luo Guang had already taken up position beside it, partly to prevent any zombies from crawling underneath.
The shutter rolled upward with a clacking mechanical sound.
Just as Marvin had said earlier, the noise it made was fairly loud.
A gap large enough for a person to crawl through had already opened near the bottom, but no zombie tried to squeeze out.
Luo Guang crouched, turned sideways, bent low, and shone the flashlight in ahead.
The environment looked rough.
At a glance, he saw quite a few corpses—people who had failed to escape in time when the east wing was overrun by zombies.
Fortunately, he did not spot any standing zombies waiting right behind the door.
Seeing that the fire door had risen high enough, Luo Guang slipped sideways into the east wing.
Marvin waited until Luo Guang was fully inside, then stopped the door from rising any further.
Luo Guang could feel that the fire door behind him paused only briefly before slowly beginning to descend again.
Just as Marvin had said, the corridor lights were out.
Only a few emergency escape lights cast a faint glow.
Luo Guang did not move immediately.
Instead, as the light from the main hall gradually faded behind him, he took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Most of these bodies have already turned into zombies.
After a careful look, he saw that most of the corpses had been shot several times.
But there was one thing all of them had in common—a dark bullet hole in the head.
Luo Guang could imagine the tragic scene that had once unfolded here, but it did not stir much sorrow in him.
Only after confirming that these zombies were truly dead did he begin advancing slowly.
The flashlight was clipped to his belt, held in one of the loops so the beam would keep shining forward.
That setup was a little inconvenient, since the beam could only change direction when he turned his body.
Around corners, holding it in hand would still be easier.
The upside, though, was obvious: it left Luo Guang free to advance with the telescopic dagger in one hand and the pistol in the other.
Against ordinary zombies, a knife was enough.
The reason Luo Guang still insisted on keeping the gun in hand was because he was worried about zombie dogs—or other agile bio-weapons.
Like Lickers.
If he ran into a Licker, it certainly would not give him time to draw his gun.
As for simply shooting his way through, Luo Guang had considered that too.
But this was not a game.
Even with a suppressor, once a gunshot rang out indoors, it might as well be an announcement to every zombie on the floor—and even outside—that dinner was served.
That was why, up to now, Luo Guang had only really spent bullets on Nemesis and the zombie dogs.
So in the end, he had chosen this compromise.
Still, if I could restore the power here…
The thought crossed his mind, but Marvin had known this wing was out and still had not told him to repair it, which likely meant it either was not on the way or was not something a non-specialist could handle.
After just a few steps, he reached a point where he needed to turn left.
Gun raised, Luo Guang carefully checked the wall on the right first, then pivoted toward the left.
The bright flashlight beam instantly lit up the entire hallway—and lunging straight into that light came a gaping, blood-slick mouth.
Though he had been mentally prepared, Luo Guang still jumped a little.
And his first instinct was to squeeze the trigger.
Bang.
The dinner bell rang right into the zombie’s face.
“Fuck!”
The curse flew out of him instantly.
Now that the dinner bell had already rung, Luo Guang naturally stopped worrying about whether he would attract more zombies.
He retracted the blade of the telescopic dagger with his left hand and simply let it drop freely to the floor.
He switched from one-handed to a two-handed shooting stance.
His feet spread slightly wider than shoulder-width, his arms and torso forming a stable triangle, and using the flashlight beam at his waist to see, he began firing controlled shots one target at a time.
Because pistol rounds lacked stopping power, he chose double taps to ensure kills.
Bang-bang.
Bang-bang.
Just after Luo Guang fired off two pairs of shots, the zombie that had startled him earlier managed to straighten itself again, stretch out both hands, and lunge toward him.
He had hit it in the head with the first shot, but for some reason, the bullet had not penetrated the skull.
Bang.
Since it had not gone down, Luo Guang was not about to ignore it.
At such close range, he simply drove a 9mm round straight through the zombie’s eye socket and into its brain.
Probably because his strength had increased considerably after evolving, the recoil of the M9 barely affected him now.
His aim was extremely steady at the moment.
And because he was firing controlled double taps instead of emptying the magazine in panic, his hit rate was very high.
The surveillance system inside the R.P.D.
was not powered separately from the rest of the building, so although many places in the east and west wings had already lost electricity, Officer Marvin could still monitor both Luo Guang and Elliot through the cameras.
Because Luo Guang was “just a civilian,” Marvin had been giving him the most attention.
And that was precisely why he now had a front-row view of Luo Guang methodically harvesting one slow-moving zombie after another with a handgun.
More than the shooting itself, what shocked Marvin most was Luo Guang’s composure in the face of so many zombies.
Earlier, when watching through the cameras, many of the zombies had been seated against walls or lying prone, pretending to be dead.
That had led Marvin to underestimate how many of them were actually in the east corridor, which in turn was the main reason he had finally agreed to let Luo Guang go into the east wing.
But once Luo Guang’s first gunshot rang out and all those previously still—or relatively still—zombies started moving, Marvin finally realized just how many there were.
One of the reasons the east and west wings had fallen in the first place was because the civilians involved in the defense had panicked as the zombies drew closer.
Once their accuracy fell apart, they were no longer able to stop the dead from breaking through the line.
By contrast, Marvin and the civilians defending the front entrance had managed not to lose their heads.
They had come dangerously close a few times, but in the end, they held the line without losing everyone.
Luo Guang, on the other hand, had received what might as well have been “zombie movie training.” Facing these zombies, he felt very little fear.
And there was another major factor too: he had just resupplied with a huge pile of ammunition.
With a gun in his hands and bullets to spare, Luo Guang naturally held a psychological advantage over these slow-moving zombies.
Although the zombies’ occasional head sway did cause him to miss from time to time, by the time he had burned through three magazines, he had essentially cleared out all the zombies within five meters of him in the hallway. Enjoying the story? Read on at NovelPing.
After reloading with a fourth magazine, Luo Guang gave up the two-handed grip.
At this point, the remaining zombies were already at a certain distance.
So he bent down, picked up the telescopic dagger, snapped the blade out, retracted it, snapped it out again, retracted it again, then shook it beside his ear to confirm that it had not been damaged before finally locking the blade out once more.
Then, after giving one more wistful thought to the fire axe he had obtained but never gotten to properly bloody, Luo Guang began strolling calmly toward the remaining zombies.
Earlier, because the fire door had already closed behind him and he had not called for help over the monitor system, he had objectively been stuck in a situation with nowhere to retreat.
Now that he had already fired the first shot, however, he no longer felt stingy about ammunition.
He quickly shot down the zombies nearest to him.
The only problem was that 9mm pistol rounds were a bit underpowered, so he ended up using more rounds than he had expected.
Now, with the telescopic dagger back in hand, Luo Guang’s goal was to conserve bullets.
The map of the R.P.D.
rose in his mind, and he quickly formed a plan.
The hallway had been cleared enough that he now had room to maneuver—and enough time to recover his empty magazines so they could be refilled and reused later.
Luo Guang walked directly toward the zombies, which made Marvin, watching through the monitor, break into a cold sweat on his behalf.
“Why does this guy look so reckless?” Marvin felt he had been deceived by Luo Guang’s appearance.
From Marvin’s perspective and experience, close-quarters combat with zombies was like dancing on the edge of a blade.
Even a tiny wound could turn someone into the same kind of monster.
But for Luo Guang, that was not really a problem.
According to the system, as long as he was not flooded all at once with a large, uncontrollable quantity of T-Virus—in practical terms, something like being directly injected—he would be fine.
The zombie in a black tank top and long jeans, head tilted crookedly, became Luo Guang’s first target.
Compared to the others, this one was closest and the most suitable choice.
But Luo Guang did not kill it with a single stab.
Sidestepping to the right to evade its pounce, he came up behind it and seized the belt on its jeans.
With his thumb hooked securely around the telescopic dagger and the other four fingers gripping the belt, Luo Guang planted his feet, drove with his hips, and flung the zombie bodily into the others nearby.
The zombies it crashed into staggered wildly, lost their footing, and collapsed into a tangled heap.
Luo Guang pressed forward at once.
The zombies on the ground had lost the explosive force of their lunges and could only lie there flailing their arms.
His gun hand knocked an incoming grasping hand aside, and his left hand shot out with a clean stab.
A zombie to his left that had not been knocked down seized the opportunity and lurched toward him with both arms extended.
Luo Guang moved straight in.
On the way, he planted a foot on the neck of one fallen zombie and crushed it, then faced the attacker with the same three-step method as before: first dodge, then control, then stab.
He slipped the attack, controlled the zombie so it could not counter, and then drove the blade into a vital spot.
After scoring a neat double kill, Luo Guang did not continue forward.
Instead, he kicked the zombies struggling to rise back down again and finished them off one by one.
At this point, Officer Marvin no longer knew how to describe what he was feeling.
He had gone from worry, to surprise at Luo Guang’s shooting, to fear that Luo Guang would get hurt by rushing into melee—and now to total shock.
For Marvin, who had always believed zombies were terrifyingly hard to deal with, the sight hit hard.
Especially Luo Guang’s method for handling zombies at close range…
If I…
no, if everyone at the station learned how to do that…
Marvin remembered the earlier battles against the zombies, then looked back at Luo Guang’s performance and felt as though the two of them were living in entirely different worlds.
Luo Guang knew Marvin was watching through the cameras, but he did not care whether Marvin saw how efficiently he handled zombies.
After all, Luo Guang had a “teacher” ready-made on the books: Jill of S.T.A.R.S.
If the police had actually exchanged a few more words with the survivors of the Mansion Incident back then, perhaps more people could have lived through this biohazard.
Expressionless, Luo Guang looked toward the other zombies still approaching him and considered whether to simply wipe them all out here and now.
But after glancing at the telescopic dagger now smeared in blood and gore, he dismissed the idea.
Based on how they moved before mutating, the zombies advanced at different speeds—some quicker, some slower.
Luo Guang could easily spot a path through them.
But instead of threading his way through the horde, he opened the glass-paneled office door to the East Office.
After dodging the attack of the first zombie that lunged out from inside, Luo Guang shoved it from behind and sent it tumbling to the floor ahead.
Then, when the second zombie lunged out, he sidestepped again and kicked it hard into the first one, using the first fallen zombie to trip the second.
But instead of attacking them, Luo Guang simply walked straight into the East Office through the now-open path and shut the door behind him.
That was right.
Besides taking the corridor all the way to the stairs, the East Office was built with doors on both sides.
Luo Guang could cut straight through it instead of fighting a hallway packed with zombies.
That had been his plan from the moment the map of the R.P.D.
resurfaced in his mind.
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