“Did you say something to Leon?” Marvin noticed that Luo Guang had not followed immediately.
It was only after they reached the relatively safe second floor of the east wing that he asked.
“I told him to watch out for the chief.
Also gave him the Heart Key and Brad’s notebook,” Luo Guang replied without hiding anything.
“Oh, so you found the old key.” Marvin knew about the Heart Key.
The newer keys issued to the police were no longer heart-shaped.
For example, the key Elliot and the others had used to open the Records Room was just an ordinary key.
“But what’s the story with Brad’s notebook?” By now the two of them had reached the rooftop, and the distant sound of the helicopter could already be heard.
“I picked it up from the ground outside the main hall entrance.
Originally, I was planning to give it to Jill if I saw her again.
But some of the contents relate to the secret passage you people at the station have been looking for, so I gave it to Leon instead,” Luo Guang explained.
Originally, Luo Guang had planned to use the notebook to ease the awkwardness the next time he met Jill.
Add that to the fact that he had rescued her from the zombie dogs, and with those two things together, he could have struck while the iron was hot, cleared his own name, and laid everything out for her.
But he was leaving now.
He did not have time to build goodwill with Leon from scratch, so after thinking it over, this was the only way he could help him.
It was always good to get on the protagonists’ good side.
As for traveling with them long-term, Luo Guang was not considering that for now.
Because it was dark and raining, Luo Guang turned on his flashlight and waved it to guide the rescue helicopter, while the other three stood guard around him.
The roar of the rotors rolled in on the wind.
Luo Guang ran off to one side.
His clothes were soon soaked by the rain and the spray whipped up by the wind, but he did not care.
Smiling, he watched the blue-and-white police helicopter descend.
The moment Rescue Helicopter No.
76 touched down, Luo Guang saw the pilot inside waving his hand back and forth, signaling urgently for them to get aboard.
Luo Guang and the others did not hesitate, climbing in from both sides.
Luo Guang took a seat by the edge.
Only after buckling himself in did he glance around the interior.
Not counting the pilot and co-pilot seats, there were five seats in the back.
Of course, that did not mean the helicopter could only ever carry five people.
Once the pilot saw that everyone was aboard and strapped in, he called out that they were taking off.
No sooner had he said it than the rescue helicopter began rising slowly into the air.
The rotor and the engine made such tremendous noise that, without headsets and microphones, Luo Guang and the others could only shout if they wanted to talk.
Seeing Marvin point at his mouth and ears, the pilot immediately understood and handed the co-pilot’s headset over to Marvin, then pointed upward above Luo Guang and the others.
Luo Guang looked up.
Sure enough, there was a headset hanging there.
He took it down and put it on.
“Rick, are we leaving Raccoon City directly?
Where’s the destination?” Marvin asked once the headset cut the noise down.
“Yes.
The military has issued new instructions.
We’ll be landing directly at a military-designated site.
After that, military personnel will take over the survivors and conduct infectious disease screening.”
The military knew what Umbrella had been researching in its laboratories beneath Raccoon City, but for secrecy’s sake, they were calling the viral checks “infectious disease screening.”
“Hold on.” The pilot, Rick, seemed to notice something and adjusted the helicopter’s controls.
“Received…
how many people…
location is…
arriving in a few minutes.”
Very quickly, Rick switched the communications channel back to the internal line and said to Marvin, “Marvin, a rescue signal just came in from St.
Michael Clock Tower Plaza.
Only one person.
We’ve still got room for that.
We’re making a detour.”
“Received.” Neither Marvin nor Luo Guang nor the others objected.
Still, Luo Guang suddenly felt uneasy for no clear reason.
A detour like this in the middle of an escape plot felt like the sort of extra complication that never led anywhere good.
The helicopter was fast.
Before long, Luo Guang could already see the state of St.
Michael Clock Tower Plaza.
“What the hell is that?” Rick asked in shock.
Squinting toward the clock tower, Luo Guang saw a giant monster standing atop it.
“No way…” He understood at once what it was, but the realization left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Did that mean things were still playing out like in the game after all?
Jill still boarded the tram, Captain Viktor still blew himself up, Nemesis still suffered critical damage, and then mutated from its second form into its third?
“Hey, maybe we shouldn’t go over there,” Rick said, asking Marvin for his opinion.
“No.
That thing doesn’t look like it can fly.
Get closer and see where the person sending the distress signal is,” said Marvin from the co-pilot seat.
Since it’s only one person, we don’t need to land.
If that’s not possible, then we won’t force you to do it, Rick.”
“Received.
Hang on tight.” Rick nodded.
“We’ll just swing by once.
If anything looks wrong, we bolt.”
David, who had been about to object, heard that and lowered the hand he had been lifting toward his headset.
Like Luo Guang, Elliot was sitting by the edge.
Hearing Marvin’s decision, he gripped his MP5 tighter, ready to fire in support of the person they were trying to rescue at any moment.
Because of his evolution, Luo Guang’s eyesight reached slightly farther than the others’.
As the helicopter drew closer, he was the first to see who was actually signaling for help in the plaza—Jill Valentine.
But Jill, at that moment, was only looking at the helicopter Luo Guang was aboard.
She had no idea that the huge thing perched behind her on the clock tower was staring hungrily at her.
“So I really can’t avoid this, huh,” Luo Guang thought, now one hundred percent certain that monster was Nemesis after all.
“Watch out!”
Just as that thought passed through his mind, Luo Guang saw Nemesis wrench something free from the clock tower, heft it in its two giant arms, and hurl it at the helicopter without the slightest pause.
He shouted the warning at once.
“What?” Rick jumped at Luo Guang’s sudden shout, but the sharp eyes every pilot needed already caught sight of something flying toward them at terrifying speed.
He yanked the controls to the left, and the rescue helicopter immediately banked hard that way.
Too late.
The flying chunk did not hit the cockpit.
It hit the spinning main rotor.
“Shit.” Luo Guang grabbed the railing beside him.
“Hold on!!” Rick shouted, fighting the controls with everything he had, trying to keep the helicopter balanced long enough to force a successful crash landing.
Everything spun.
Luo Guang only remembered hearing an enormous crash and feeling a brutal impact slam into his body.
Then he blacked out.
“Adaptee…
wake up.”
The system alarm started ringing.
“Cough, cough…”
Luo Guang did not know how long he had been unconscious, but when he woke, he was the first one awake.
A steel pipe had skewered diagonally through the cockpit, pierced the pilot’s seat, and stopped just in front of him.
Blood still clung to it, dripping down in slow drops.
“How long was I out?
What’s my condition?” Luo Guang unbuckled himself and began crawling out of the helicopter as he questioned the system.
“Only a few minutes.
Impact trauma only.
No fractures, no concussion, and nothing of that sort.
Recovery will be quick,” the system replied simply and efficiently.
Once he freed himself from the belt, Luo Guang dropped to the ground and crawled out of the wreck.
He paused to catch his breath, then quickly assessed the surroundings.
At the last moment, Rick had actually managed to keep the helicopter stable enough to bring it down on its belly.
But during the spinning skid after impact, it had slammed into a truck loaded with renovation materials, and one solid steel pipe had gone straight through the glass and clean through Rick as well.
After taking a few deeper breaths, Luo Guang pushed himself upright.
He inhaled hard a few times more before his head finally cleared.
The first thing he did was check the helicopter’s condition.
That made it sound like he knew what he was doing, but really all he did was look for fuel leaks or fire.
He confirmed there was no leak and no fire.
A blessing in misfortune.
Then Luo Guang immediately went to check on Marvin and the others and dragged them all out.
Marvin, Elliot, and David were all unconscious.
They had abrasions, and maybe some broken bones as well, but Luo Guang had no real medical knowledge.
The system did, but it did not recommend that he try to treat them.
Instead, it told him to move the three of them somewhere safe.
Luo Guang did exactly that.
Following the system’s guidance and trying to minimize any secondary injury during transport, he managed—after quite a struggle—to move all three into a room on the first floor.
After grabbing something to eat while rummaging around the place, Luo Guang thought over what he needed to do next.
He was already on Nemesis’s target list.
And he had just almost died.
No matter what, he could no longer allow Nemesis to keep roaming free.
Since Jill—a major combat asset—was here, then working with her to kill Nemesis was probably the correct answer.
And this time, no matter what, he had to find a way to make sure it stayed dead.
“Fire would be effective,” the system suggested.
Luo Guang nodded.
While looking for food earlier, he had found a few bottles of vodka.
Perfect for giving Nemesis a good little ura.
After eating and drinking his fill, and with his rapid healing ability having already restored his injuries, Luo Guang left a note behind for Marvin and the others.
Then he grabbed a lighter, the homemade vodka “cocktails,” and his weapons, and left the room.
His destination was St.
Michael Clock Tower, where Nemesis and Jill were still fighting. Find the original chapter at g.com.
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Luo Guang was only a short distance from the clock tower plaza.
By the time he reached the broad square in front of St.
Michael Clock Tower, Nemesis—after chasing away the meddlesome helicopter—was still relentlessly pursuing Jill.
If the earlier Nemesis had still been something vaguely human, now it had become a monster with no human traits left at all.
Even the head it had once used for self-control had split apart and turned into a giant digestive organ lined with saw-like teeth.
Its back had sprouted foul-smelling blisters that constantly secreted highly corrosive toxins, bursting from time to time and spraying venom around.
Its legs had degenerated to the point of practically disappearing, while its arms had become enormous, with long, sharp claws emerging from them.
And if all of that described its close-range attacks, then the huge bony tentacle jutting from its chest was now its main ranged weapon—the very thing forcing Jill to keep dodging and weaving all over the plaza.
Jill was still circling with Nemesis on the far side of the square.
Luo Guang did not jump into the fight right away.
First, he set the vodka “cocktails” down by the entrance he had come through.
Then he started searching to see whether the army had left behind any weapons during the evacuation.
This was one of the evacuation points set up jointly by the National Guard and the U.S.
Army.
Surely the wealthy military had not managed to haul every last weapon away during their retreat, right?
Time was tight, so Luo Guang could only conduct a fast, targeted search.
He focused mainly on military crates and army trucks—places where weapons were most likely to be found.
Luckily, the effort paid off.
Inside one military crate, he found an M4A1 assault rifle, along with four matching magazines and a pile of 5.56mm ammunition.
Other than that, though, he failed to find anything like a rocket launcher or grenade launcher—no true infantry heavy weapons.
On the other side of the square, Jill was still using the military’s abandoned vehicles, tents, and supply crates to maneuver around the gigantic monster Nemesis had become.
Its strength had grown in its third form, but its intelligence had dropped off a cliff, leaving it with no flexibility at all.
It could only keep mindlessly chasing Jill.
Nemesis swung its bony tentacle in a broad sweep, launching the crates blocking its path flying forward.
Jill dodged in a rush and successfully avoided the incoming crates, but in the process, she tripped over a cable on the ground.
She stumbled, failed to regain her balance, and crashed down hard.
Jill had been bottling up her frustration for a while now.
The moment she hit the ground, she turned while still seated, yanked the grenade launcher from her back, and fired a flame round straight into Nemesis’s gaping mouth.
“ROOOAAAR—!”
Nemesis bellowed in agony, its charge halting for a moment under the pain.
Unlike the first and second forms, which had still maintained some human shape, the third form had regained the ability to feel pain.
Jill seized the chance and started to get up, but Nemesis stabilized first.
One bony tentacle drew back to strike, ready to skewer her clean through.
Rat-tat-tat-tat—
A burst of continuous fire ripped in from the side, slamming into the flesh at the left side of the bony tentacle.
Nemesis instantly shifted into a defensive posture, throwing up its massive fleshy arms to block the bullets Luo Guang was sending at it.
After thirty rounds, Luo Guang simply tossed the MP5 aside.
With no spare magazine, there was no point carrying it in this fight any longer.
He brought the M4A1 down from his back and opened fire again, only stopping once Jill had gotten back to her feet and opened enough distance from Nemesis.
“Luo!?” Jill was stunned by Luo Guang’s sudden appearance.
“Kill the enemy first,” Luo Guang answered aloud, while his hands kept moving.
He swapped in a fresh magazine for the M4A1 and shoved the half-empty one into a jacket pocket, then zipped it halfway closed.
“Got it.” Jill knew perfectly well what mattered most right now.
She answered, then pulled a fresh flame round from the ammo bandolier slung across her chest, loaded it into the grenade launcher, and, while Nemesis’s attention was still focused on Luo Guang, fired another shot.
Another roar erupted.
But because the toxins constantly oozing from Nemesis’s back made its body too wet, Jill’s incendiary rounds only burned on it for a short time.
They could not do any real lasting damage.
Luo Guang noticed immediately.
While dodging the attacks of the bony tentacle, he shouted, “Use high-explosive rounds first.
Drain its energy and clear those blisters on its back.
It’s too wet to burn properly right now.”
“Received.” Jill switched grenade types as she kept widening the gap between herself and Nemesis.
Thanks to those two flame rounds Jill had landed, Nemesis was in a state of near-frenzy, and it kept its full attention locked onto her.
The weapon in Luo Guang’s hands could only draw its attention.
The idea of actually killing this Nemesis using the M4A1 alone was pure fantasy—unless he somehow had enough ammunition to drain every bit of its regenerative energy and leave it unable to recover.
Still, no matter what, assault-rifle rounds at least had enough punch that they were not just tickling it.
Luo Guang could make it feel pain.
So this time, his covering fire was far more effective than it had been at the start, interrupting Nemesis’s supposedly unstoppable attacks again and again.
Because the shift from Nemesis’s second form to its third happened only after it had already been critically damaged, the mutation had not been entirely beneficial.
Compared to its earlier self, this third form was basically an idiot now—left with only predatory instinct and Umbrella’s implanted mission:
Eliminate S.T.A.R.S.
So even now, Nemesis did not prioritize the relatively weaker Luo Guang as a target.
It remained wholly focused on pursuing Jill.
Just like before, they still lacked a decisive way to break the stalemate.
Otherwise, all Luo Guang could do was pray that between Jill’s explosives and both of their gunfire, they could finally exhaust Nemesis’s energy enough to stop its regeneration and finish it off.
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