Throughout the entire trip to the Executive Training School, Han Yue kept himself on the highest level of alert, constantly watching his surroundings in case a pack of zombie dogs suddenly sprang out of the darkness.
Unlike ordinary zombies, whose movements were sluggish and stiff, zombie dogs were terrifyingly fast.
With Han Yue’s half-baked shooting skills, he did not dare pretend he could reliably hit one of those things.
Still, whether because fortune had finally decided to smile on him, or because the goddess of luck had chosen not to abandon him just yet, Han Yue made it all the way to the Executive Training School without incident.
Even so, he did not immediately enter the building.
Because he knew the plot.
And according to the plot, the story did not begin inside the training school at all.
It began on the train not far from there.
Following the railway line forward, Han Yue soon saw it.
A red train stood quietly in the darkness ahead of him.
The Ecliptic Express.
As soon as he stepped into one of the carriages, a deathly silence pressed in from all sides.
The inside of the train was eerily quiet.
Luggage had been thrown everywhere in complete disorder, as though the passengers had fled in panic and never made it far.
Seats were splashed with blood.
The floor was stained red in several places.
The whole train looked like the aftermath of a massacre.
Han Yue knew perfectly well that this was the starting point of the Resident Evil 0 plot.
He took out his phone and glanced at the time.
It was already 10:30 PM.
“Looks like the plot’s already started.”
After a brief glance toward the driver’s cabin behind him, Han Yue chose to head in the opposite direction instead.
Right now, the most important thing was still to meet the story characters first.
And that, in practical terms, meant only one thing: Rebecca Chambers.
As for Billy Coen, the male lead of Resident Evil 0…
Han Yue was still hesitating over whether or not he should kill him.
If he wanted to pursue Rebecca, then this man had to die.
But at the same time, without Billy around, Han Yue was not confident he could make it through the later parts of the plot.
That contradiction left him wavering.
He passed through several carriages in succession.
Then, just as he pushed open the partition door leading into the next car, a pitch-black gun barrel was suddenly jammed against his forehead.
Han Yue’s heart nearly stopped for an instant.
After a split second of panic, he hurriedly blurted out, “Don’t shoot!
I’m human—not a zombie!”
“Who are you?”
Seeing that Han Yue was indeed still human, the man holding the gun coldly demanded an explanation.
“I’m John, a researcher from the institute nearby.
My ID is in my pocket,” Han Yue said quickly, forcing himself to stay calm.
“I heard from company people that something happened to this train, so I came here specifically to check it out.”
Without the slightest pause, he smoothly fabricated a story that was half true and half false.
The gunman stared at him with open wariness, then reached into the side pocket of Han Yue’s clothes and took out the identification card.
After examining it and confirming that it checked out, he finally lowered the gun.
The moment Han Yue noticed the man’s tank top and the tattoo on his arm, he immediately understood who this person was.
Billy Coen.
If Han Yue had still been hesitating a moment ago over whether or not to kill this protagonist, that hesitation disappeared the instant Billy had pointed a gun at his head.
That feeling—that awful, suffocating feeling of having your life and death held in someone else’s hand—was something Han Yue absolutely hated.
It felt terrible.
Still, hatred was one thing.
Reality was another.
The other man had military training and had once served as an officer.
If they fought head-on, Han Yue knew with absolute certainty that he would not be a match.
So for now, he could only wait.
Wait for the right opportunity.
Billy Coen did not introduce himself.
He merely gave Han Yue a calm, measured look and said, “It’s dangerous here.
I suggest you leave as soon as possible.”
After saying that, he turned and prepared to continue forward.
“Wait—wait a second.”
Billy paused slightly.
“What is it?”
Han Yue quickly followed after him.
“Can you tell me what exactly happened on this train?
I saw bloodstains all over the previous carriages.”
Billy shook his head.
“I’m not completely sure either.
But the people here all seem to have turned into man-eating monsters.”
Perhaps Han Yue’s identity as a researcher had lowered Billy’s guard somewhat.
At any rate, the two of them continued talking while moving forward together.
When Han Yue casually asked the other man for his name, Billy paused for a moment, then gave him a fake one.
“Heh.”
A trace of mockery quietly flickered across the corner of Han Yue’s mouth, so faint it was almost impossible to notice.
At the same time, in a dining car not too far ahead, Rebecca spotted what looked like an elderly gentleman dressed in a formal suit under the dim lights.
Just as she was about to approach him, that “old gentleman” gave her a live demonstration of what it truly meant to split up.
In Resident Evil, there were three kinds of “split up.”
The first kind was the normal kind—everyone separates and goes off to do their own thing.
The second kind was the gruesome kind.
Its classic example was your head and your body deciding to go their separate ways.
The third kind was the protagonist version of “split up”—carving your way out through mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, while incidentally winning over every age-appropriate girl you happen to meet along the way.
This old gentleman was very obviously demonstrating the second kind.
His head dropped first.
It rolled onto the floor.
Then his body collapsed and dissolved into a massive swarm of leeches, which began writhing together before slowly reassembling into a human-shaped figure.
Rebecca panicked and immediately opened fire.
Gunshots rang out again and again in the narrow carriage.
But even after emptying her weapon, she still failed to stop the monster.
And when she turned to run, countless leeches surged toward her and swarmed onto her body, trapping her in place.
In the carriage across from hers, Billy Coen heard both the sudden gunfire and Rebecca’s scream.
Without hesitation, he rushed over.
Han Yue followed close behind him.
The moment they pushed the door open, they saw Rebecca entangled in an enormous mass of leeches.
Billy immediately raised his gun and opened fire, trying to save her.
Han Yue also lifted the gun in his hand at the exact same moment.
But his muzzle was not aimed at the leeches.
It was aimed at Billy Coen’s back.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Several shots rang out one after another, their echoes crashing through the carriage.
The leeches wrapped around Rebecca’s body were blasted apart by Billy Coen’s gunfire.
At the same time, Billy himself turned around in disbelief, glaring at Han Yue with furious, bloodshot eyes.
“You…
you!!!”
Seeing the cold smile on Han Yue’s face, Billy instantly understood.
He wanted to kill the bastard in front of him—the man who had ambushed him from behind.
But as the signs of life drained rapidly from his body, he felt, for the first time, that the gun in his hand had become unbelievably heavy.
So heavy that he could no longer even raise it properly.
In the end, Billy’s eyelids slowly fell shut.
His body collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Even then, Han Yue still was not willing to take chances.
He stepped forward and fired one more shot into Billy’s head.
Only after making sure the man was truly dead did he hurry toward Rebecca and reach out to support her.
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