At first, Rebecca genuinely thought something had happened to Han Yue.
But very quickly, she caught the teasing smile on his face.
“You shameless bastard—go die!”
With an indignant little shout, she snatched her hand back and ran out.
Han Yue could only smile helplessly and follow after her.
Rebecca had not gone far.
She was just standing near the doorway, glaring fiercely at him.
“I really was scared half to death just now.
What the hell were those things?
As a member of S.T.A.R.S., you’re supposed to protect me properly.”
“Come on, you want a girl to protect me?”
“Aren’t you the police officer here?
Protecting civilians is your job.”
“I…”
Rebecca was completely defeated by Han Yue’s thick skin.
She had only just joined S.T.A.R.S.
Where had she ever seen someone this shameless before?
Still, jokes were jokes.
When it came time to move on, Han Yue had Rebecca stay behind him anyway.
The two of them returned to the room where they had encountered the monsters earlier.
Based on Han Yue’s many years of gaming experience, a room with elite enemies usually meant one thing: good loot.
Sure enough, after barely looking around, he found a grenade launcher.
Strictly speaking, he did not even have to search for it.
The weapon was sitting openly on the sofa right beside him, as if it had been waiting there all along.
The moment he picked it up, most of the fear in his heart faded.
When playing horror games, the monsters themselves were not always the truly scary part—except for the ones that suddenly jumped out and startled you half to death.
Most of the fear came from one simple problem: not having a gun in your hands.
Or worse, not having enough ammo.
To put it more bluntly, what players really feared was insufficient firepower.
At that point, you would not be worried about the zombies.
You’d be worried there were not enough of them to kill.
The two continued exploring the surrounding area.
But when it came to those annoying, complicated mechanisms, Han Yue followed one ironclad principle: if he could avoid touching them, he absolutely would.
And if there was some place they truly could not get into, then he would simply force the door open.
It was not that Han Yue did not want to investigate.
It was just that some of the puzzles were too much of a pain in the ass.
And on top of that, he vaguely remembered that one section in this area would trigger the appearance of a gigantic centipede.
To stay on the safe side, Han Yue sincerely did not want to mess with that kind of monster.
Of course, in theory, killing it might raise his final instance evaluation.
But Han Yue felt that if he could complete the plot of Resident Evil 0, then that should at least guarantee him an S-rank evaluation, right?
Otherwise, what would even be the point of hidden quests?
Unfortunately, reality rarely follows what people want.
The definition of Murphy’s Law was very simple: whatever you fear the most is exactly what will happen.
The two of them entered a room where three rotating handles were fixed into the wall.
They looked around once, found nothing they wanted to touch, and had just turned to leave when the ground suddenly began to tremble.
The next second, a gigantic centipede burst out from somewhere unknown.
The thing was nearly a meter wide and more than ten meters long.
Every leg lining both sides of its body ended in a sharp, hooked claw.
“John, save me!!!”
Rebecca’s scream snapped through the room.
By the time Han Yue fully reacted, the mutated centipede had already seized her.
Four enormous claws had clamped around her body and pinned her tightly against its chest.
The sudden turn of events caught Han Yue completely off guard.
He had already done everything he could to avoid messing with suspicious mechanisms, yet somehow he had still ended up running straight into this monster.
At first, his instinct was simple: pull out the grenade launcher and blow the thing to pieces.
But the instant he was about to fire, Han Yue realized one terrifying fact.
This was not a game.
In a game, you could unload grenades and bullets straight into the centipede’s face without a second thought.
But here, if he fired a grenade now, Rebecca would be blown to pieces right along with it.
The huge blade-like claws on both sides of its head slashed straight toward him.
“John, watch out!!”
Rebecca’s warning jolted Han Yue back to himself.
He threw himself to the side, barely managing to dodge the attack.
Even so, the centipede was still holding Rebecca in the section just below its head, making it impossible for Han Yue to fire directly at the creature’s face.
Left with no better option, he could only shoot at the rest of its body.
“Bang!
Bang!
Bang!”
Round after round slammed into the mutated centipede.
But even after Han Yue emptied two full pistol magazines into it, the thing showed almost no visible effect at all.
If anything, the pain only made it more frenzied.
The bladed appendages near its head, together with its massive fangs, lashed wildly at Han Yue in a relentless storm.
The problem was that Han Yue was not some elite special forces operative.
He was just an ordinary person.
Very quickly, his stamina began to give out.
Several times in a row, he narrowly escaped being cut to pieces.
Finally, after another claw slashed past his hair and he once again brushed right up against death, a thought rose uncontrollably in his mind.
Retreat.
Yes.
Han Yue was afraid.
During the monster’s attacks just now, he had truly smelled death.
He did not know why the centipede was not attacking Rebecca directly.
Was it because she was a protagonist?
Or because holding her against its chest made it impossible for him to use the grenade launcher?
Han Yue did not know.
But there was one thing he did know with absolute certainty: if this fight continued, he really might die.
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