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Not long after Allen and the girls finished putting their clothes back on and tidying themselves up, the VIP room door was suddenly forced open. Bang!
Ada and Rachel instantly raised their weapons toward the door on reflex, their movements sharp and trained. Katherine quickly hid behind Allen's back, nervously fixing her clothes and brushing her hair into place.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa—don't shoot! It's me, Kevin!" Kevin shouted as he stepped inside, raising both hands high. Despite the tense situation, he let out a small laugh, clearly relieved.
When the girls realized the intruders were human and not infected, they slowly lowered their weapons. The tension in the room eased, but only slightly.
Leon stepped in next, his eyes immediately catching Allen in the middle of fastening his pants. He glanced around at the girls, noticing their slightly disheveled hair and flushed expressions, then coughed awkwardly.
"Sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing," Leon said with a wry tone, "but we need to get out of here. Now."
Allen sighed and shook his head. "Next time, at least knock before breaking in."
Kevin chuckled. "Yeah, sorry about that, Allen. We were in a hurry—didn't really have time for manners." His expression quickly turned serious. "This place is crawling with zombies. Staying here any longer is a bad idea."
Allen nodded, his demeanor shifting back to calm focus. "Alright. Let's move."
As they started heading out, Leon peeked around the corner of the corridor, carefully checking the area. "The hallway's not clear, but it's manageable. We'll cover the rear."
Kevin adjusted his grip on his weapon, eyes sharp and alert. "Okay, stay close and don't panic. Don't get separated."
Katherine clutched Allen's arm tightly. "Are you okay, honey?" Allen asked softly.
She nodded, her voice trembling but determined. "I'm okay… just don't leave me."
"I won't," Allen replied, giving her a reassuring look.
With Leon and Kevin leading the way, the group quietly exited the VIP room and stepped into the dim, echoing corridors of the stadium. Distant screams and gunshots reverberated through the concrete halls, mixed with the guttural moans of the infected. Police sirens wailed somewhere outside, while sporadic gunfire echoed from different sections of the stadium.
The chaos had fully consumed the area.
"Extraction point's on the west side," Leon whispered. "If we can reach the service tunnels, we might avoid the worst of it."
"Then let's not waste time," Allen said calmly.
Moving as one, they followed Leon and Kevin, pushing forward to escape the stadium.
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Meanwhile, near a gas station on the highway, Federal troops began setting up barricades to block all entry and exit routes leading out of Raccoon City. Civilians were strictly forbidden from approaching the area, and warning lines were quickly established. At the same time, the federal military started deploying additional units, particularly from the northern side of the Arklay Mountains, ordering them to infiltrate Raccoon City from that direction.
Not long after the unit advanced through the forested outskirts, their night-vision optics picked up movement ahead. Several humanoid figures, along with large animal shapes, were slowly approaching their position.
"Command, this is Minerva Team," reported the captain, his callsign 'Whale' clearly visible on his name tag. "We have visual contact. Multiple humanoid targets and what appear to be dogs. Suspected infected. Requesting permission to engage."
A brief pause followed before a cold, authoritative voice crackled through the radio.
"Permission granted. Do not let a single one escape. Eliminate all targets."
"Roger," the captain replied calmly. He raised his fist, signaling his men. "Open fire. Kill them all. Don't let any of those freaks get away."
Gunfire erupted almost instantly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of automatic rifles echoed through the Arklay foothills as several of the approaching figures collapsed onto the ground. At first, it seemed like a clean engagement.
Then the impossible happened.
The fallen bodies began to move again.
Despite multiple gunshot wounds, the humanoid targets slowly pushed themselves back up, their movements jerky and unnatural, before resuming their advance with low, guttural growls. The soldiers froze for a split second—pure disbelief washing over them.
"What the hell…?!" one of them shouted.
A support vehicle mounted with a heavy machine gun opened fire on the mutated dogs, tearing up the dirt and trees around them. A few of the creatures were hit and dropped, but most of them were far too fast—darting left and right with terrifying agility. Several broke through the firing line and lunged straight at the soldiers.
"Damn it—Tomas! David!" one trooper yelled while desperately firing his rifle.
"Medic! Medic!" the captain shouted, trying to pull his unit back into a defensive formation as chaos erupted around them.
Screams filled the air as soldiers were dragged down, bitten, and torn apart. Blood soaked into the forest floor. Within minutes, Minerva Team—twenty fully armed federal soldiers—was completely wiped out, overwhelmed and devoured by the infected.
Far away, inside the command room, Morgan watched the live feed in silence. Then, slowly, he smiled.
He had deliberately withheld critical information—the true weaknesses of the infected—from the Federal forces. This failure was never meant to be avoided. He had already handed that responsibility over to Simmons, while his own agents were moving in from a different direction, far better prepared.
On the ground, surviving Federal observers could only stare in shock at the aftermath. Humiliation and fear set in as the reality became clear: their operation had barely begun, and their first unit had already been annihilated by monsters they did not understand.
Raccoon City was no longer just a containment mission.
It was a battlefield.
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At the same time, Nikolai was on the move toward Raccoon City University with his unit. His primary objective was clear: locate a professor who had suddenly vanished from Umbrella's radar—Dr. Muller. This was a direct order from Sergei himself, leaving Nikolai with no choice but to comply, regardless of the risks involved.
Meanwhile, a three-person Echo Six detachment stationed nearby had also received orders related to Dr. Muller. Their mission was simple but dangerous: extract the professor from the facility and get him out alive.
"Captain, I've got eyes on Umbrella personnel entering the facility," Sienna reported over the radio. She was positioned alongside Marisa, both already lining up their shots. "Do you want us to slow them down and buy you some time?"
There was a brief pause before the response came. "Proceed," replied Crispin Jettingham, the captain of Echo Six. "But pull back if you can't hold them."
That was all the confirmation they needed.
Marisa and Sienna squeezed their triggers.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire echoed through the university corridors as bullets tore into Nikolai's squad. One by one, his men dropped, caught completely off guard by the precision and coordination of the ambush.
"Shit—cover me!" Nikolai shouted. In pure self-preservation, he dragged one of his wounded teammates in front of him, using the man's body as a human shield while scrambling toward cover.
"Captain, these aren't civilians," one of his soldiers yelled. "They look like federal agents!"
"I don't care who they are," Nikolai snapped coldly. "Shoot them!"
Even as he barked orders, Nikolai himself stayed hidden, prioritizing his own survival over his team. When the return fire failed to suppress the attackers, his expression twisted into a cruel grin.
"Hmph… skilled. I'll give you that," he muttered. "Let's see if you survive this."
He grabbed an RPG from his gear, stepped just long enough to aim, and fired toward the rooftop of the university building where Sienna and Marisa were positioned.
Whoosh—
The rocket streaked through the air.
"Rocket!" Sienna shouted, yanking Marisa with her as they sprinted away.
BOOM!
A massive explosion tore through the rooftop, sending debris and smoke billowing into the sky. Concrete shattered, alarms blared, and flames briefly illuminated the chaos spreading across the university grounds.
Below, Nikolai watched the destruction with a grim smile, already retreating deeper into the facility. Whether the agents were alive or dead didn't matter to him anymore. His only concern was completing his mission—and making it out alive.
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US General Translation (Resident Evil–style tone, extended):
Cough… cough… cough…
Marisa choked as thick dust filled the air, remnants of the collapsing structure still raining down around them. She waved her hand in front of her face, trying to clear her vision as debris continued to fall.
"Sienna—are you okay?" Marisa asked urgently, turning her head despite the burning in her lungs.
She quickly realized that Sienna had positioned herself in front of her at the last second, using her own body as a shield against the falling concrete and steel. Large chunks of rubble had crashed down on top of them, but somehow they were still alive.
"I'm fine," Sienna replied calmly, her voice steady despite the chaos. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and pushed upward, muscles tensing as she lifted a collapsed section of wall that had pinned them down. With surprising ease, she shoved it aside, creating enough space for them to crawl free.
Marisa stared at her in disbelief for a brief moment. "Thank you…" she said sincerely, brushing dust off her jacket as she got to her feet. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead right now."
She couldn't help but feel uneasy. That strength…
Lifting something that heavy shouldn't have been possible so easily. The thought lingered in her mind, but there was no time to question it now.
"Let's move," Sienna said, scanning their surroundings with sharp eyes. "We won't be able to hold Umbrella's forces much longer. Falling back is the smarter choice."
Marisa nodded. "Yeah. Let's regroup with the others."
They moved quickly through the damaged corridor, boots crunching over shattered concrete and broken glass. Emergency lights flickered overhead, casting long, unstable shadows along the walls. The distant echo of gunfire and shouting reminded them that the battle wasn't over—far from it.
They slipped into a concealed access route, a narrow maintenance passage hidden behind a reinforced panel. At the end of the corridor, Caroline was already waiting, weapon raised until she recognized them.
"What happened?" Caroline asked, lowering her gun slightly as she took in their dusty, battered appearance. "Are you two alright?"
Both of them nodded. "Yeah, we're fine," Marisa answered. "Just a little shaken."
"Umbrella operatives are moving through the university," Marisa continued, her expression serious. "They're looking for Dr. Muller. We tried to slow them down, but their numbers were too big. We had no choice but to retreat."
Caroline let out a quiet breath of relief, glad they'd made it back alive. "Alright. Then we regroup with the rest and report everything to the captain. We'll figure out our next move together."
The three of them exchanged determined looks before moving deeper into the passage.
Deep beneath Raccoon City University, inside a hidden underground laboratory, Dr. Muller laughed in pure, unrestrained delight. The reason was standing right before him—his creation was finally complete. The Tyrant he had engineered, Thanatos, now stood fully operational.
This Tyrant was nearly perfect. In terms of raw strength alone, it surpassed Umbrella's mass-produced Tyrants by a wide margin. Even more importantly, Muller no longer had to worry about rebellion or loss of control. He had finally found a method to dominate and command the creature's will completely.
"Hahaha… excellent. Truly my greatest masterpiece," Muller said proudly, his voice echoing through the lab.
He turned toward a wall of CCTV monitors, watching Umbrella operatives attempting to infiltrate the university from multiple access points. His smile twisted into something darker.
"Sergei… Umbrella…" he muttered coldly. "I know you're coming for me. But now—now it's my turn to hunt you."
One of the screens caught his attention. A familiar face appeared among the intruders.
"Nikolai…" Muller laughed again, but this time there was nothing joyful about it. "So you've returned, crawling back to finish the job and capture me?"
His expression hardened, filled with pure hatred.
"Just wait," he snarled. "I'll repay what you did to me a hundredfold. This time, I'll make sure you die."
Muller's hand clenched unconsciously at his lower body—a bitter reminder of the past, of what had been taken from him.
This is because now he has become like a eunuch because of that man.
That wound, both physical and psychological, burned hotter than ever.
What Muller didn't know was the truth.
The man who had shot him back then wasn't Nikolai at all—but Allen, operating under a false identity.
And now, with Muller's rage completely focused on Nikolai, fate seemed to be steering the mercenary toward a truly grim end.
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