"Oh, just you?" Marvin and Elliot exchanged a look of disbelief at Marcus's claim. "There are hundreds of zombies in the Raccoon City Police Department, and even more terrifying monsters than zombies—" Before Elliot could finish, a Psychic Flying Knife shot out, effortlessly piercing through a load-bearing pillar in the hall before floating back to Marcus's side.
Seeing this, the two officers' eyes instantly widened. "Is that enough?" Marcus asked with a subtle smile. The two men were, at this point, speechless. "You two stay here," Marcus instructed. "The cleanup might take a few minutes." With that, he kicked open a nearby iron door and vanished into the darkness.
Only Marvin and Elliot remained in the hall, looking at each other. Soon, they heard a non-human roar erupt from the direction Marcus had taken. Moments later, a Licker, scarlet and grotesque like a skinned frog, was violently flung into the hall. A Psychic Flying Knife followed close behind, instantly piercing the Licker's exposed brain. Eerie blue magical flames ignited, rapidly incinerating the Licker into smoking charcoal.
"Listen—" Marvin and Elliot were too stunned to speak, staring at the Licker that had been so effortlessly dispatched. Not long ago, monsters like these had butchered many of their fellow officers, and now, one was instantly killed by that unknown man?
"Perhaps we really are saved," Elliot said, a tremor of excitement in his voice as he listened to the dying roars of zombies echoing from various parts of the Raccoon City Police Department. Marvin, more composed, looked at the real-time monitoring on the computer. Marcus's figure moved like a ghost, constantly appearing throughout the police station, harvesting the lives of zombies at an incredible speed.
A few minutes later, just as he had promised, Marcus returned to the hall. The several Psychic Flying Knives hovering beside him were already caked with the blood of zombies and Lickers. "The surface areas have all been cleared," Marcus said casually, shaking the blood off his Psychic Flying Knives. "You just need to pay attention to the few entrances and exits leading to the underground garage and the sewer system."
"By the way, your Raccoon City Police Department's radio system should still be usable," he continued. "You can send out a signal to announce that the Raccoon City Police Department is safe. Try to gather survivors here." Marvin profusely thanked him, then he and Elliot quickly restarted the radio system and broadcasted a safety signal.
"But I don't know how many people will choose to cross the zombie horde to come here," Elliot remarked, not optimistic about the courage of Raccoon City's survivors.
Marcus, opening his system panel, replied, "It's fine. I have other companions who are currently clearing the zombies within Raccoon City and searching for survivors to bring them here." With that, he took out the tall Red Marker from his system panel.
"Boom!" The heavy Red Marker landed on the hall floor with a loud thud.
"W-what is this!?!" Elliot and Marvin exclaimed, staring at the Red Marker that had materialized out of thin air. In these short few minutes, they had already witnessed too many things beyond their comprehension: automatically flying blades, armor that barely dented from bullets, instantly killed Lickers and the inexplicable flames consuming them, and now this strange object that simply appeared.
"The Marker," Marcus said casually, "the key to quickly clearing the Raccoon City zombie horde." He then immediately set a series of restrictions for the Red Marker. The false infinite energy pulse signal was turned off, as was the outwardly released mental distortion. The Necromorph hunting target was designated as all types of zombies. The Marker's influence range was limited to Raccoon City, and the aggregation program was temporarily switched off. After applying over a dozen restrictions to the Red Marker, Marcus took a deep breath, then formally activated it. The strange, twisted symbols on the Red Marker's surface began to emit a scarlet glow, and an invisible pulse rapidly spread outwards, quickly affecting the entire Raccoon City.
At the same time, far away on the other side of Raccoon City, Isaac seemed to sense something and looked intently in the direction of the Raccoon City Police Department. "Has it finally started? I hope everything he said is true." Around Isaac were a dozen panicked survivors—the first group he and the Tyranid Warbeasts had found. When they first saw the Tyranid Warbeasts, these people had fallen into despair, believing them to be new monsters bent on human slaughter. It wasn't until they realized the Tyranid Warbeasts wouldn't attack them, combined with Isaac's reassuring presence, that they left their shelters and chose to follow him. Of course, some stubbornly refused to believe Isaac and continued to hide. Following Marcus's instructions, Isaac didn't bother with this group.
"Let's go," Isaac comforted the survivors. "Next, you might see some sights far more terrifying than zombies, but there's no need to be afraid." He continued to lead them towards the Raccoon City Police Department, with massive Rippers providing escort. The Tyrant Xenomorph had long since disappeared, and Isaac didn't know why, but the Rippers were more than enough to protect them within the zombie horde.
Inside the Raccoon City Police Department, Marcus stared intently at the Red Marker, ready to immediately retrieve it into the system warehouse if he detected any abnormality. As the system's note stated, the Marker was Pandora's Box. Even though Marcus could impose a series of restrictions on it, he still wouldn't let his guard down. On the hall floor lay several zombie bodies that Marcus had prepared in advance. Under the Marker's influence, the genetic sequences within these zombies rapidly distorted.
The zombies, which had been lying quietly, began to convulse violently. Their flesh and blood twisted and reorganized. Their original two arms atrophied into their abdomens, while two long arms with sharp bone blades rapidly regrew from their shoulders. Their backs also bulged high, extending outwards into a row of sharp bone spikes. A standard Slasher was thus born into the world of Resident Evil.
Marvin and Elliot, startled by this grotesque transformation, immediately raised their guns, and several bullets accurately struck the Slasher's head. But even though the bullets riddled its head, the Slasher remained firmly in place, unmoving, and without any aggressive actions. It wasn't until they had emptied two magazines that Marvin and Elliot finally calmed down.
"What is this thing!? A zombie? Or some other monster!?" the two immediately pressed Marcus for answers. Marcus nodded with satisfaction, seemingly indicating that his restrictions had taken effect; even if someone actively attacked the Necromorph, it still wouldn't retaliate. Marcus turned to look at Marvin and Elliot. "You can simply understand it as a type of biological weapon, and it's completely controlled. It won't harm any normal humans. Its goal is to clear out all zombies." As Marcus spoke, he directly inserted his hand into the Slasher's gaping maw. The Slasher still made no movements, only emitting some meaningless roars. Marvin and Elliot exchanged glances, then continued to hold their guns as they slowly walked up to the Necromorph. After waving their hands and confirming that the Necromorph wouldn't attack them, the two put their guns away again.
"This is some Sci-fi bullshit man!"