So far, the city is overrun with zombies, but having experienced the mansion incident, Jill knows that many creatures mutate after being infected by the virus. In the mansion, she encountered mutated spiders and a giant python—who knows what might pop up in Raccoon City.

　　They made their way through the alley and circled back to the main street. After advancing less than thirty meters, the two were forced to stop.

　　The road ahead was completely blocked. Not only was it cluttered with all sorts of debris, but the debris was also on fire—there was no way to climb over.

　　“The road is blocked.”

　　This is a more realistic world. If it were just cars and obstacles, they could still climb over, but the pile of junk in front of them was burning fiercely—there was nothing they could do.

　　Louis Carter glanced to both sides. He remembered this was the site of a ‘famous scene’ in the original work: “Let’s go around through the side street!”

　　Of course, Jill knew which side street could get them around, but that way was also blocked: “The only way through is this alley next to us, which is on fire.”

　　“With someone as stunningly beautiful as you, you’re sure to put out a little fire like this.”

　　He couldn’t help but steal the line originally spoken by Carl, then got to enjoy Jill’s stunned expression up close.

　　“Fuck squid!”

　　Jill knew he was joking and promptly served up a famous delicacy to Louis Carter: “This is not the time for jokes.”

　　Louis Carter shrugged. The timing was just too good—he couldn’t help himself. Besides, in an environment crawling with monsters, teasing Jill helped relieve the mental pressure.

　　“How’s the situation?”

　　At that moment, Carl’s voice came through the walkie-talkie. Jill briefly explained: “The fire is blocking the way to the substation. Louis Carter and I are trying to figure out how to put it out.”

　　“You can definitely do it. After all, you’re stunningly beautiful—a little fire is nothing!”

　　“Fuck squid rabbit!”

　　Jill immediately ended the call, then glared at Louis Carter in annoyance: “Are all men like this?”

　　“Pretty much. The only difference is whether they say it out loud or just think it.”

　　“Ha!”

　　Jill rolled her eyes, thinking about how to put out the fire in the alley—this isn’t a game, so there’s no need to find a specific item. There are plenty of ways to extinguish a fire, and there’s even a fire hydrant in the alley.

　　“I’ll put out the fire. You keep an eye on the surroundings!”

　　Jill started looking for a handy tool by the roadside, like an iron bar to open the hydrant. Louis Carter kept watch on the surrounding wire fences. These obstacles were holding back the zombies, but with their repeated assaults, it was only a matter of time before the fences were knocked down or pushed over.

　　And sure enough, before Jill could open the hydrant, several wire fences on the other side of the street were knocked down, and a few zombies began shambling toward Louis Carter and Jill.

　　“You keep going—I’ll handle these guys!”

　　Because the zombies were too close together, Louis Carter didn’t opt for close combat. Instead, he set his longsword aside with his left hand and raised his M4A1: “Perfect time for some shooting practice.”

　　Crisp gunshots rang out. It was Louis Carter’s first time using this kind of rifle, and unsurprisingly, his first two shots missed completely.

　　As the zombies drew closer, after two shots, Louis Carter got a better feel for the recoil. The next few shots hit their targets, and he successfully blew off the zombies’ heads.

　　He wasted some bullets, but getting a feel for shooting under no pressure was better than missing at a critical moment.

　　While he was practicing his aim, Jill had already opened the hydrant. Although there was no fire hose, a large amount of water gushed out and quickly extinguished the fire in the alley.

　　“See? A little fire really is no match for you.”

　　Jill rolled her eyes and didn’t respond. When she saw Louis Carter catch up, she walked straight ahead. Louis Carter, having retrieved his longsword, followed behind. They had barely gone ten meters into the alley before they hit another dead end.

　　“We have to go through here!”

　　This door was probably the back entrance to a factory or shop. When Louis Carter opened it, he realized it looked more like a warehouse, and there was another iron door nearby, locked with a chain.

　　Jill glanced at the chain, then at her surroundings, and picked up a pair of pliers to cut the chain.

　　When they opened the door, they saw a soldier slumped beside a car, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath.

　　Jill rushed over and crouched beside the soldier: “Are you with UBCS?”

　　At the same time, she began checking his wounds.

　　“Don’t look at me like that—I’m not infected!”

　　The soldier was on edge, afraid the two would mistake him for an infected.

　　“Let’s treat your wound first!”

　　While Jill comforted the soldier, Louis Carter, who had been standing at the door, heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind. A white-haired man entered, and without a word, raised his pistol at the wounded soldier.

　　Before he could fire, Louis Carter, who had been standing at the door, lunged at him, knocking his hand upward with the butt of his gun. The shot went straight into the ceiling.

　　“Hey!”