Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 20's dungeon world doesn't follow the usual process.

Li En took two steps, then stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and looked at the police SUV in the corner of the garage.

The paint on the car body appeared bluish-gray under the cold light of the emergency lights.

A thin layer of dust covered the hood, and several parking permits were stuck on the windshield, their edges curled up.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

The previous actions seemed to be without fault, but in fact they had already fallen into the inertia of the Resident Evil 2 process.

After obtaining the three coins, solve the puzzle on the statue, go down to the parking lot, go to the orphanage, and then to the laboratory.

Following the pre-designed route, although some steps were skipped, each step was generally on the preset track, and each door was opened with a preset key.

But this is not just a simple game.

He reached out and touched the hood of the SUV.

When you place your palm on it, the coolness of the metal seeps through your skin and reaches your finger bones.

The feel is real.

He could smash a window with a gun butt, cut a chain with wire cutters, and blast open a wall with explosives.

No need to find keys, solve puzzles, or follow the route planned by the designer.

The previous operation was justified in using special operations vests, shotguns, and explosives.

But going to get coins to solve the puzzle is completely unnecessary.

That statue is a mechanical structure, not a magical seal.

With enough force, it can be pried open or blown open.

He stood there, closed his eyes, and mentally reconstructed the map of the police station.

He opened his eyes three seconds later.

The new route has been drawn.

Skip the unnecessary battles and decryption, head straight to the director's office.

Chief Elons has the key to the orphanage, as well as the access card.

These two items can directly open the path to Sherry and the virus.

Li En walked to the back of the SUV. The metal door was a bit stiff to pull up. He hooked his knuckles into the gap and pulled it up. The hook in the lock cylinder made a dull metallic scraping sound.

The trunk contained several boxes of ammunition, two bulletproof vests, a pair of wire cutters, and a pair of flashbangs.

He took the wire cutters out of the box; a thin layer of anti-rust oil was applied to the jaws, which reflected a dark light under the lamp.

The 36-inch length fits perfectly on the hook at the back of the tactical vest, with the clamp resting against the spine without hindering movement.

Two flashbangs were stuffed into the ammunition pouch on the vest and the Velcro straps were tightened.

He poured out a box of 9mm bullets, counted them—twenty rounds—and put them in his side pocket.

He turned around and glanced in the direction of the detention center.

An emergency light was on at the end of the corridor, its yellowish glow casting darkness over the rest of the space.

There were a few zombies locked inside, blocked by iron bars; it was neither possible to get in nor worth going over.

As for the journalist who is being held captive, there's no need to rescue him.

Li En casually picked up an iron pipe from the corner of the wall. It was half a meter long, as thick as a thumb, and felt heavy in his hand.

He walked toward the kennel area.

Before we even got close, the cages were already in an uproar.

Something was hitting the iron bars from the inside, one clang after another, and the whole cage was shaking.

A low growl squeezed out from the gaps in the iron bars, muffled and long.

He walked up to the first cage.

The bolts on the iron gate had been bent by the impact and were just one or two more hits away from coming off.

He wedged the iron pipe into the gap between the latch and the door frame, securing it horizontally.

The force of the impact sent a jolt through the iron pipe in my hand, but the bolt remained firmly in place.

The second cage, the third.

Each door was secured with something; the action was swift and decisive.

Those things in the cage won't come out and cause trouble anymore.

The corridor leading to the power generation room is behind the kennel area.

All the lights were off, except for a faint, pale green light from the emergency exit indicator at the base of the wall.

Li En squatted down and touched an empty glass bottle on the ground with his left hand. The bottle still had a metal cap screwed on.

He drew the dagger from his leg strap with his right hand, gripping it with the blade facing backward.

He walked to the door of the power generation room, leaned against the door frame, and threw the bottle in his left hand into the innermost corner of the room.

The bottle fell onto the concrete floor and shattered.

The shards of glass made a series of soft, shattering sounds in the darkness, bouncing back and forth several times in the empty room.

A zombie turned around from the switch panel, its shoulders and arms moving slowly, its head tilted towards the bottle.

Its gaze was drawn to the sound, and it dragged its two legs toward the corner, the soles of its shoes scraping against the ground.

Li En stepped through the doorway, her steps light, her soles landing first, then slowly shifting her weight onto the ground.

Approaching from behind, with the blade of the dagger facing upwards, it pierces the depression between the jaw and the base of the skull.

The blade pierced through the soft tissue and entered the brainstem. The zombie's body froze for a moment, then went limp, knees down first, body slumped forward, and its face slammed into the ground without a sound.

He pulled out the dagger, wiped it on the zombie's clothes a couple of times, and then tucked it back into his leg strap.

There was a row of switches on the circuit breaker panel, and he pulled them all down.

The light bulb flickered twice and then turned on.

The roar of the generator came from the other side of the wall, and the deep, steady vibrations traveled along the ground from the soles of the feet to the knees.

Thirty meters west of the power generation room, at the end of the corridor, is a retractable iron gate.

The chain was as thick as a thumb, with iron rings wrapped around the door twice, and the padlock was hanging at the bottom.

Li En took the wire cutters from behind his back, opened the jaws, and wedged them into the weakest link of the chain, the welded joint between the two iron rings, where it was slightly thinner than the ring itself.

Hold the pliers handles with both hands and close them.

The chain snapped at the break, and the two iron rings bounced to the ground, rolled to the corner of the wall, spun twice, and fell over.

The iron gate was pushed open, and the wheels made a dull rolling sound on the tracks on the ground.

Li En hung the wire cutter back on his back and walked into the elevator.

The indicator light next to the elevator door is lit, showing that the elevator car is stopped on this floor.

He pressed a button, the door opened, and only one light tube in the car was still lit, the light flickering and casting a shimmering white shadow on the metal inner wall.

He went in, stood in the middle, facing the doorway.

The elevator doors closed.

The numbers jump from negative one to one, from one to two, and from two to three.

Ding.

The door opened.

The corridor lights were all on, and the fluorescent tubes made the floor look white.

The double wooden door at the end of the corridor was closed, but light shone through the glass window above it.

Li En walked to the door and pressed her ear against it.

There was the sound of pages turning in the room, a rustling sound, a few seconds' pause, then another rustling sound.

The sound of the chair turning, the wooden wheels creaking as they rolled over the carpet.

And breathing, heavy and rapid, with a sound every few seconds.

He straightened up, took a flashbang from his ammunition pouch with his left hand, and hooked his thumb onto the safety pin's pull ring.

Hold the gun in your right hand with the muzzle pointing down, your index finger resting on the outside of the trigger guard, your elbow slightly bent, and the grip close to your ribs.

He raised his right foot and kicked the center of the door.

The wooden door suddenly swung open, slamming against the buffer behind it with a dull thud.

The safety pin in his left hand was pulled off, and the flashbang was sent flying. It rolled twice on the floor and came to a stop next to the leg of the desk.

Li En turned to the side, her back pressed against the door frame.

Two gunshots rang out from the room.

The bullet flew out from the inside of the door frame, hit the opposite wall, and embedded itself in the plasterboard with two soft thuds.

Then came the sound of an office chair hitting the wall, a clang of metal colliding with a hard object.

The room was blown to a ghastly white.

After counting to two in his mind, he didn't hesitate and turned into the doorway with his gun.

Hold the gun horizontally with your right hand, pointing it towards the desk, and wrap your left hand around the back of the gun to grip it tightly.

His gaze swept around the room.

Director Elon was sliding down from his office chair.

He covered his eyes with both hands, scratched several red marks on his forehead with his fingers, and opened his mouth, making a high-pitched and thin sound from his throat.

The documents on his desk were swept to the floor by his knee, scattering everywhere.

Li En walked up to him.

He reversed the gun with his right hand, gripped the front of the barrel, with the butt facing upwards, and raised his arm to strike the bureau chief's temple.

It was a loud bang, more muffled than a gunshot, but crisper than the sound of bones breaking.

Chief Elon's body fell to one side.

The office chair was knocked over, the chair legs hit the floor, and the person slid off the chair, landing on their shoulder with their head tilted to one side and drool dripping from their mouth.

Li En squatted down, pulled the handcuffs off his waist, and handcuffed one to his left wrist and the other to the metal armrest of the office chair.

Tighten it, and confirm that the handcuffs are locked.

Then he unbuckled the director's belt, put his ankles together, wrapped the belt around his feet twice, and threaded the buckle through the last hole.

He stood up and glanced at the bureau chief's face.

His mouth was still twitching, his eyelids were moving, but he had already passed out.

Lee En turned around and began searching the office.

The right drawer of the desk was locked. The lock cylinder was one of those old-fashioned flat locks. I inserted the tip of a dagger and pried it open a couple of times, and the latch popped open.

The drawer was pulled open, revealing a set of three keys and a note with the password written on it.

These are the keys to the orphanage's main gate, basement, and infirmary.

There was a plastic tag with a number on it, but nothing else.

He picked up the keychain, stuffed it into the breast pocket of his vest, and then felt inside the chief's suit jacket, his fingers touching a hard card.

Pull it out; it's white with the Umbrella logo printed on it, and there's a number and a magnetic strip at the bottom.

Access control card.

This thing can pass through most areas of the mother nest.

Li En walked to the wall on the left side of the office.

There was a glass display case embedded in the wall, containing several animal specimens.

The glass door wasn't locked, so he pulled it open, took the specimens out and placed them on the ground, then touched the back panel of the display case.

The screwdriver wasn't on me.

He stepped back, raised his shotgun, butt facing forward, and smashed it down on the corner of the display case back panel.

The sound of the wood cracking was crisp, and the back panel came loose from the frame and fell inside.

A groove in the wall was exposed.

A dark blue velvet box with white lines worn along its edges was placed in the recess.

Li En reached in, took it out, and opened it.

Inside is a ruby, the size of a pigeon egg, with an average cut, but a very pure color.

Under the light, the red color emanates from the gemstone, with a dark golden sheen at the edges.

If you can bring something out of the dungeon, you can sell it for a lot.

He stuffed the jewel box into his uniform and zipped it up.

After looting, Li En flipped Director Elons off the floor and pushed him next to the desk.

The bureau chief's arms were handcuffed to a chair, his body dragged on the floor, and his trousers rustled against the carpet.

Li En ignored him and looked at the communication terminal on the desktop, where the computer screen displayed the monitoring footage.

The corridors, garage, and lobby of the police station on each floor.

Claire was seen in one of the shots.

Li En pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the director's communication terminal.

The surveillance footage is still displayed in the upper left corner of the screen.

Claire was crouching in the corner of the corridor in the archives room, her back against the wall, a crowbar held horizontally in front of her chest.

She turned her head left and right once, trying to determine the direction.

The image was blurry, but the hesitant posture was clearly visible.

There is more than one entrance to the basement.

The secret passage in the director's office is a shortcut, while the path behind the archives is a trap.

Lee knew what lay behind the door Claire was looking for.

A file corridor filled with zombies leads to an iron door that requires a keycard to open.

The key card wasn't in the archives; it was in his possession.

He reached out and pulled the keyboard of the communication terminal closer, then opened the broadcast system interface.

A password verification window pops up on the screen.

He typed in the six-digit number on the note and tapped the Enter key.

A green light illuminates in the upper right corner of the screen, and a status message appears below: Global broadcasting is activated.

He pulled the microphone to his mouth and pressed it down with his thumb.

"Claire, this is Lyon. I have taken control of the chief's office."

In the surveillance footage, Claire's shoulders tensed abruptly, the crowbar rose half an inch from her chest, and then stopped.

She turned her head toward the nearest speaker, her profile facing the camera for two seconds.

"Please stop looking for the basement passage immediately and follow my instructions."

The gray figure in the surveillance footage nodded slightly, a small but decisive gesture.

"Return to the main hall from your current location, go up the stairs to the second floor, pass through the library, and exit the police station through the east balcony door."

"The outside is a fire escape that leads directly to the main entrance of the orphanage next door."

Lee En's gaze shifted back and forth between the surveillance screen and the microphone.

Claire had already stood up, but hadn't moved yet.

"Shirley Birkin is in the basement; she is currently safe but in a dangerous situation."

"Please wait for me at the main gate of the orphanage; all access restrictions have been lifted."

Claire's figure moved out of the lower right corner of the surveillance screen and around the corner of the corridor.

Lee Eun checked the security camera in the lobby and saw her emerge from the stairwell. She walked quickly, holding a crowbar in her hand, the end of the crowbar scraping against the iron railing of the staircase, making a series of soft scraping sounds.

Her speed has reached the limit of a normal person's brisk walking.

"If you encounter a large mutant, do not engage in combat, retreat immediately."

"Repeat, do not engage in battle."

The term "large mutant" sounded a bit formal in the speaker.

But Lee knew Claire could understand.

"Claire, you know my voice."

Lift your finger off the call button.

The broadcast has ended.

The status light flashed twice and then went out.

In the surveillance footage, Claire pushes open the library's wooden door and squeezes through the crack in the door.

The door closed behind her, leaving only the empty corridor in the scene.

Li En pushed the microphone back to its original position.

He stood up from the director's swivel chair, the wheels of which made a muffled gurgling sound as they rolled over the carpet.

On the desk lay the director's personal phone, a landline with a ring of non-slip rubber wrapped around the receiver.

He picked up the receiver and pressed the button to access the orphanage's internal network.

beep……

Five tones.

No one picked up.

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