Leon recalled the zombie’s face.
It was both terrifying and pitiful.
They had once all been police officers, yet now they had become like this…
I have to find out what caused Raccoon City to turn into this.
Leon made a silent vow.
“Let’s move.”
The two advanced cautiously.
After taking down a zombie trying to climb in through a window, Leon pushed open a door and stepped into a records room.
“Leon, there’s a report here.
It records what’s been happening over the past few days.”
Leon first took down the map pinned to the whiteboard.
Hearing Alan Han, he swapped documents with him and read for a moment.
“Looks like this zombie outbreak didn’t just start overnight.
The police station is already overrun.
Nowhere is safe.”
“And we even found a map.
Not a bad start.”
After that, they searched a bit more but still found no bullets.
They did, however, notice a small window near the ceiling.
Climbing through it would serve as a shortcut.
They went through one after the other.
After only a few steps, they saw a police officer frantically smashing a vending machine.
“Sorry, partner.
I’ll buy you a coffee in the next life.”
With that, Leon raised his gun and fired.
One shot to the leg, one to the head.
The zombie struggled briefly before collapsing to the ground with a dull thud.
Only after confirming it had stopped moving did Leon step over it with Alan Han.
They continued forward and entered a Safety Deposit Room.
The lights were on, and directly ahead stood the control panel for the storage lockers, with several buttons clearly missing.
“Leon, looks like we need to find the buttons to solve this.”
Leon raised an eyebrow.
What a hassle.
Alan Han, however, casually entered a few numbers that were already available.
Several locker doors clicked open.
“There’s a roll film.
And some bullets.
Nice.”
Leon took out the items and showed them to Alan Han.
After that, he ignored the still-locked lockers.
Trying to force them open physically?
Bulletproof glass existed for a reason.
So did basic physics.
Glancing at Alan Han, who was trying to press the missing buttons with his bare hands, Leon patted his shoulder.
“Don’t bother, Han.
These are fixed.
Without the buttons, they won’t work.”
This was exactly what Alan Han had always wanted to try in the game.
Skip the puzzle and brute-force it.
Clearly, that was not going to work.
Coming back to his senses, Alan Han stopped Leon, who was about to open the door normally.
“I heard something outside just now.
Let’s just kick it open.”
Leon did not question it.
He unlocked the door and immediately kicked it open.
The force sent the zombie hiding behind it flying backward.
It was actually the same colleague who had just been shot in the head.
So he had not died.
He had only been temporarily incapacitated.
It seemed not every shot hit the neural center.
Leon quickly finished it off with a clean headshot, then stepped out of the Safety Deposit Room.
Alan Han followed closely behind.
“Han, thanks.
I need to study the map for a bit.
Keep watch for me.”
Alan Han raised an eyebrow.
In theory, they did not even need a map.
But then he thought about it.
Even in the game, he had never fully memorized the layout and often ended up going in circles.
He fell silent for a moment.
“Perfect timing.
There’s a Dark Room up ahead.
Let’s develop this roll film.”
Leon waved the roll film in his hand.
“Leon, have you always been this curious?”
Alan Han asked, genuinely intrigued.
The Grid Crisis alone was proof enough.
“You’re questioning a police officer’s professionalism.”
“You’re just a rookie, though, right?”
Leon put away the roll film and walked ahead, sounding a bit helpless.
“Alright, Han, I’ll take the lead.
As for curiosity, you can figure that out yourself.
It’s something every police officer should have.”
Alan Han shrugged and followed at a relaxed pace.
No, Leon.
You might just be naturally curious.
They reached a room outside the Dark Room.
Leon picked up an open book that briefly explained the origins and effects of Green Herb and Red Herb.
“Thanks.
That’s actually pretty thoughtful.”
After reading, Leon grabbed a Red Herb from nearby and combined it with a Green Herb he had picked earlier, kneading them together before tucking them inside his bulletproof vest.
Then Leon began processing the film, while Alan Han stood guard behind him, watching for any zombies rushing in.
I do wonder how effective these herbs are in reality.
But in this situation, it is best if we do not have to rely on them.
Looking out into the pitch-black surroundings, Alan Han suddenly had a thought.
With Leon around, I am probably not that safe either.
“Han, I found something.
In this photo, there’s a king holding a scepter.
The stone on top might be a clue.”
“Couldn’t you just call it a gem?
Saying it like that makes the king sound kind of pathetic.”
Leon set the photo down and studied the map for a while but still could not figure out where it was.
“Looks like we cannot use this clue for now.
Leon, let’s head upstairs first.”
Leon agreed.
They would run into it eventually.
Right outside was the staircase.
The two moved carefully.
As soon as they reached the second floor and steadied themselves, a zombie suddenly lunged out from behind the wall on the left.
Leon immediately braced against it with his arm, then drew the dagger from his waist with his left hand and wedged it against the zombie’s teeth.
Its teeth scraped against the blade, producing a harsh, grating sound.
Dark blood dripped continuously onto the dagger.
Seeing this, Leon quickly pressed his gun under the zombie’s chin and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The muzzle spat out hot smoke, mixed with bits of scorched flesh.
The zombie collapsed.
Leon put away the dagger and was just about to catch his breath.
“Damn it.
There are too many.
And there are more behind us!”
The bodies lying on both sides of the floor, previously motionless, slowly began to rise.
A zombie descended from the stairs leading to the third floor.
Another appeared on the right.
One more came out from a nearby room.
In a moment of urgency, Alan Han remembered a trick from the game and quickly lowered his aim.
He fired twice in quick succession.
One shot missed, but the other struck the zombie’s leg.
Losing control of its leg, combined with its already unsteady movement, the zombie collapsed to the ground.
So crippling their legs works.
“Leon, aim for the legs first.
Let’s push straight to the third floor.”
Leon immediately followed the suggestion.
It was clearly the best option right now.
It seemed Alan Han was not just a civilian who needed saving.
He was quick-thinking.
Leon spared a glance at him while firing, watching Alan Han try his best to aim at the zombies’ legs.
His aim really was terrible.
Feeling as if someone was silently judging him, Alan Han flushed slightly after missing yet another shot.
After using up quite a bit of ammo and kicking aside the crawling zombies, the two finally made it to the third floor.
Looking at the zombies now reduced to limping and crawling, barely able to move, Leon let out a breath.
“We’re safe for now?”
After saying that, he checked his remaining ammo and began searching for supplies nearby.
Oh.
Ammo.
Perfect timing.
Alan Han thought to himself.
No, you are overthinking it, Leon.
It is not safe ahead at all.
Why do you think they left ammo here?
(smile)