Bullets like a rainstorm riddled the second floor, and the bedroom door behind Shen Ye was split into two, the upper half swaying a few times before finally falling, adding a touch of misery to the atmosphere.
"The landlord will surely regret renting to Jill when he sees this," Shen Ye mumbled, lying on the ground, "I hope Jill still has money for compensation."
Fortunately, this suppressive shooting did not last long, because it simply couldn't eliminate their target, unless Shen Ye was unlucky enough to be hit by a stray bullet.
But that was clearly impossible, as the probability was too low.
So, after several minutes of continuous shooting, several soldiers broke formation and began to advance to the second floor, while the other Umbrella security soldiers reduced their firepower, engaging in rhythmic, precise single shots.
Hearing the gunfire thin out, Shen Ye understood what the other side was planning; he hunched over and got up, not retreating but advancing, running towards the staircase.
The opponents all had long guns; the further the distance, the greater his disadvantage, so it was better to close the distance and try to drag them into close combat.
Facts quickly proved his approach was correct.
As soon as Shen Ye reached the staircase, he collided with an ascending Umbrella security soldier; seeing Shen Ye, the leading soldier instinctively tried to fire.
But the distance between them was already very close, so close that Shen Ye could reach out and touch the opponent's gun barrel, so he directly grabbed the barrel and lifted it upwards.
Bang, bang, bang...
The gun fired, and all the bullets hit the ceiling.
The soldier reacted quickly, pulling out a hand to draw his pistol, but Shen Ye wouldn't give him that chance, delivering a straight punch to his neck.
The strength, far exceeding that of a normal person, directly shattered the Umbrella security soldier's neck; he spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his neck, and rolled down the stairs, also knocking over another soldier who was rushing to support.
This soldier pushed aside the body on top of him, and before he could get up, Shen Ye, who had jumped down, stomped on his head, exploding it.
The remaining soldiers, seeing this, immediately aimed their guns at him, but before they could fire, Shen Ye moved rapidly.
Shen Ye, far more agile than a normal person, was like a wildcat; in almost the blink of an eye, he pounced in front of the nearest soldier.
That soldier had just finished a magazine and was reloading; seeing this, he was so startled he wanted to retreat, but he forgot the living room was only so big; he only retreated two steps before hitting the wall, then watched helplessly as Shen Ye crashed into him.
With a simple thud, the soldier's chest visibly caved in; although the Kevlar body armor could withstand direct hits from small-caliber bullets, it could not defend against Shen Ye's hammer-like impact.
After dealing with this soldier, Shen Ye's speed had already slowed down, and it was too late to switch targets, so he darted and jumped into the nearby kitchen, closing the door behind him.
The remaining soldiers immediately pursued, but only blocked the doorway, not daring to enter.
One soldier, at a companion's signal, pulled out a grenade, and just as he pulled the safety pin, preparing to throw it in when his companion breached the door.
However, Shen Ye, who had already jumped out the kitchen window and circled to the front door, saw him; he drew his pistol, raised his hand and fired, breaking the soldier's wrist.
The grenade and the severed hand simultaneously fell to the ground, and amidst the soldiers' curses, exploded with a boom.
Then, Shen Ye walked in; he picked up a rifle dropped by a soldier and delivered finishing shots to the Umbrella security soldiers who were injured by the explosion but not yet dead...
After eliminating all enemies, Shen Ye didn't dare to linger; he quickly ran to the second floor, retrieved his gun bag, and then tidied up the battlefield; the soldiers' equipment was all legitimate active-duty gear, and it would be a shame not to take it.
Then, Shen Ye, carrying a large bag full of guns and ammunition, left the scene.
Although Raccoon City's police force was severely understaffed at the moment, and they might not be able to attend to such "minor matters," it's better to be safe than sorry; there's no need to cause trouble.
...
In a flash, time arrived at September 28th.
Shen Ye sat at the dining table, eating a carefully prepared breakfast.
Of course, by "carefully prepared," it simply meant heating up some canned food, but Shen Ye still greatly enjoyed this rare mealtime.
After all, five days ago, the situation in Raccoon City had become completely irreversible.
The virus had finally spread into the urban area, and a large number of citizens became infected.
Raccoon City had become a world of the dead.
And Shen Ye also participated in the Police Station defense battle, but unfortunately, due to various reasons, it failed just like in the plot, and besides him, only a few people left the Police Station alive.
Sighing slightly, Shen Ye, after finishing breakfast, began to organize his equipment; after confirming nothing was left behind, he left the room with his gun bag on his back.
As soon as he stepped out, a pungent stench assaulted him; Shen Ye knew it was the unique smell of the dead.
He raised his hand and shot down a approaching zombie, then glanced at the sky again; it was very gloomy, and it looked like there would be a heavy rain soon.
His mood immediately soured considerably; he didn't like this kind of weather.
Sighing softly, Shen Ye strode towards a car parked by the roadside, smashed the window with a rifle butt, and dragged out the driver who had already turned into a zombie.
"Sorry, buddy, just borrowing your car."
Regardless of whether the other party agreed, Shen Ye got in, and before starting the engine, he fired a shot at the poor driver, then drove the car onto the road.
He was going to look for Jill.
...
In fact, Shen Ye had started looking for Jill much earlier, but because Raccoon City's communication system was destroyed by zombies, Shen Ye, unable to contact Jill, could only use this most foolish method to find her.
However, Raccoon City was still a city; although the population was only over a hundred thousand, finding a person who could move freely was still a bit difficult; Shen Ye had almost scoured Raccoon City in the past few days but still couldn't find Jill.
Until today, the 28th, Shen Ye knew Jill would definitely go near the Police Station, so he decided to wait there first.
But before he could drive much further, the car ran out of gas and stalled; an annoyed Shen Ye kicked the car several times, venting his dissatisfaction.
Just as he was about to look for another vehicle, a helicopter suddenly flew overhead.
Shen Ye's eyes were sharp; he saw the U.S.S. logo printed on the helicopter, and as he wondered who Umbrella was sending over this time, a sudden sharp pain struck his brow.
"Someone is pointing a gun at me."
As a bad premonition just arose, Shen Ye's body uncontrollably fell backward.
With a muffled gunshot, a bullet grazed his nose and hit the billboard behind him.
"Damn it... a sniper rifle." After falling, Shen Ye cursed, then crawled on all fours to the back of the car, preparing to use the car's tires as cover.
But before he could even catch his breath, he heard the sound of rushing wind behind him, accompanied by a woman's furious roar.
Shen Ye had to roll to the side again, and then saw a military machete strike the spot where he had just been leaning.
The force was so great that more than half of the blade was embedded.