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The mechanical soldier walked to the entrance of the police station and stopped.
A synthesized voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.
"My name is 315. You're safe for now. Are you alright?"
The police inspector was the first to react. He staggered forward a few steps, his voice trembling with relief.
"You...you're from the military?"
This was the only possibility he could think of.
With such powerful firepower and such sophisticated equipment, who else but the military could possess such capabilities?
315's head turned slightly, as if scanning them.
"No. We are mercenaries from [Pioneer Star]. We are here in Raccoon City to rescue survivors. We have established a temporary evacuation point in the abandoned underground train station in Raccoon City, where we have already rescued more than one hundred survivors."
Pioneer Star?
Mercenaries?
Jill frowned.
She walked forward and looked at the mechanical soldier named 315.
"Wait. An abandoned underground train station? As far as I know, several of the main tunnels there have already collapsed, and the exits are blocked. It's practically a dead end. How long can it hold out with just defenses?"
Jill's tone was full of skepticism.
She knew the geography of Raccoon City like the back of her hand.
To her, that abandoned train station was nothing short of a giant tomb.
The 315 traffic camera flashed once.
"We have our own way of evacuating. If you're willing to believe us, come with us. If you're not willing to believe us, there's nothing we can do."
Its voice remained cold, devoid of any persuasion or coercion.
"Just a heads-up. Umbrella Corporation has deployed BOW (Bio-Organic Weapon) and USS (Umbrella Security Special Forces) to Raccoon City. Their mission is to eliminate all survivors and ensure that the crimes Umbrella has committed in the city are kept as secret as possible."
"Meanwhile, a military blockade has been imposed around Raccoon City. Although some areas are occupied by US forces, there's no guarantee they won't resort to killing to cover up the truth. Furthermore, the city is already targeted for nuclear strikes; Washington hasn't yet confirmed the exact date, but it's expected to be no more than three to five days."
315 is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves.
BOW! USS! Nuclear bomb!
These terms may be unfamiliar to ordinary people, but for STARS members like Jill, the National Guard members present, and the veteran police officers, they represent the ultimate terror and conspiracy.
The police inspector's face instantly turned even uglier than when he was besieged by zombies.
The other surviving police officers and National Guard members also fell silent.
In this country, being shot eight times in the back can be ruled a suicide.
Now they know such a shocking secret, Umbrella's crimes, and the government's possible cover-up...
Will they be silenced as a "threat to the truth," or will they die in the mouths of zombies?
For a moment, no one dared to make a choice easily.
Fear spreads faster than the zombie virus itself.
The police inspector's lips moved a few times. He looked at his subordinates, whose faces were ashen, then at the cold, mechanical soldier 315 and the others, and the T-100 Talking Tom vehicle behind him that exuded an aura of death.
He spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Gentlemen...what is your choice?"
No one answered immediately.
The air seemed to freeze.
Jill took a deep breath.
She thought of Zhou Ye.
That mysterious man possessed incredible power and his actions were unpredictable.
However, at least so far, Zhou Ye has not shown any malice.
Moreover, he gave her a choice and was indeed fulfilling a kind of "rescue" obligation.
As for the US military and the government...
Countless thoughts flashed through Jill's mind.
The STARS team's ordeal after the mansion incident, Director Irons' betrayal, and Umbrella's pervasive infiltration.
Who can she trust?
"I choose to go to the Pioneer Star base."
Jill spoke, breaking the silence.
Her voice was clear and decisive.
She looked in the direction of the T-100 Talking Tom tank, where the war machine stood quietly, like a lurking beast.
Although Zhou Ye is shrouded in mystery, as long as his core secrets are not touched, he seems to be a very reliable, even safe, person.
As for the US military and government?
Sorry.
Jill dared not gamble on how many of those uniformed men were Umbrella spies, and how many would sacrifice these "insignificant" insiders for the sake of "national interest."
Her choice stirred up the crowd.
Gil Valentine is an elite member of STARS, and her decision undoubtedly carries enormous weight.
“Jill…” The police inspector looked at her, hesitating to speak.
"Sir, we don't have much time left."
Jill said:
"If either BOW or USS appears, our small force won't even be enough to fill a tooth gap."
He was telling the truth.
A young National Guard member said in a trembling voice, “I…I’ve heard of the USS. A friend of my father’s uncle works at Umbrella. They’re the executioners of Umbrella!”
"I am coming too!"
Another veteran policeman gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I'm going to die either way. I'd rather die on the way to the front than be stabbed in the back by my own people!"
More and more people are expressing their opinions.
As the police inspector watched all this, the despair on his face slowly faded, replaced by a resolute determination to burn his bridges.
He turned to 315.
"We'll go with you."
Chapter 70 Abandoned Underground Train Station
The cold, electronic voice of 315 issued the command.
"Keep up. Keep up the pace."
No one hesitated.
The threat of death loomed behind them; the dilapidated police station door could be breached at any moment.
The survivors stumbled after 315, passing through a corridor filled with the stench of blood and gunpowder, and headed toward the entrance to the underground parking lot.
The echoes in the stairwell amplified everyone's breathing and footsteps.
Fear gripped their hearts.
The underground parking lot was dimly lit, with only the emergency lights flashing a ghastly green light.
Several black police armored personnel carriers were parked there silently, their thick armor plates stained with dried blood and unidentified dirt, making them look exceptionally menacing.
Compared to the T-100 Talking Tom tank, they appear bulky and primitive, but at this moment, they are the only Noah's Ark.
"Get in the car! Quickly!" the police inspector shouted hoarsely, shoving a slow-moving National Guard member.
People scrambled to climb onto the armored vehicle, and the cramped space was quickly filled.
The stench of sweat, blood, and despair mingled together, creating a suffocating atmosphere.
Jill made sure no one was missing before nimbly jumping onto the back of one of the cars.
[Bang!] The heavy car door was slammed shut and locked.
A brief period of darkness and silence.
Immediately, the engine emitted a deep roar, the car shook violently, and began to move slowly.
Inside the armored vehicle, there was a deathly silence.
Only the roar of the engine and the screeching of wheels over gravel and debris could be heard. 873
Through the narrow bulletproof observation window, all one could see was a rapidly receding, distorted image of darkness.
Occasionally, the afterimages of red and blue police lights would flash by.
A young police officer clutched his head, his body trembling uncontrollably.
The person next to him leaned numbly against the cold car wall, his eyes vacant.
Jill leaned against a corner of the carriage, checking her weapons and remaining ammunition.
The Glock pistol has two and a half magazines left.
The Remington shotgun has ten rounds left.
This level of firepower was utterly inadequate against the horde of zombies we just faced.
She looked out of the car window, but her thoughts drifted to the man named Zhou Ye and his monstrous T-100 Talking Tom vehicle.
Pioneer Star... Mercenaries...
Who exactly is Zhou Ye?