At the Raccoon City Police Department, Captain Enrico Marini was giving a rousing speech to his Bravo Team. The S.T.A.R.S. group was split into two teams, Alpha and Bravo, and their reputations were very different. As the Bravo Team captain, Enrico knew they were always considered inferior to the Alpha Team.
That's why he was so determined to beat the Alpha Team on this mission. He wanted to make the citizens and police of Raccoon City look at the Bravo Team differently.
At the same time, the five members of the Bravo Team were also full of confidence. They had been looking forward to challenging the Alpha Team for a long time, and this was a rare opportunity they couldn't miss. The most excited among them was the young Rebecca, who had wanted to investigate the Arklay Mountains two months ago.
Unfortunately, she had been verbally warned by that scoundrel Javier that if she was caught sneaking out, she would be grounded for a month. This had made Rebecca feel very dejected, so she had endured the wait until now.
The Bravo Team had a total of seven members, including Captain Enrico, which was much more than the Alpha Team. Captain **Enrico Marini** was an insightful and just police officer. He was rugged and kind, which made him a much better captain than the aloof and difficult-to-deal-with Alpha Team captain, Albert Wesker.
As an experienced veteran police officer, Enrico was very talented at solving cases. He could piece together the correct answer from incomplete clues, and many cases were solved thanks to his insight.
Then came **Richard Aiken**.
He was a thin white man with a short blond haircut, wearing an orange tactical vest and carrying communication equipment. He was the Bravo Team's communicator. He was skilled at using shotguns but inexplicably only had a pistol for this mission, which was an invitation to death.
**Kenneth J. Sullivan**.
The only black police officer on the Bravo Team, with a green tactical vest and a dark, shiny bald head. His rugged face often showed a good-natured smile. He was a chemistry expert and served as the team's chemical weapons expert and forward scout. Due to his age, he tired quickly. He also liked to raise flowers, which didn't match his rugged appearance at all.
**Edward Dewey**.
He was the strongest man on the Bravo Team, standing at over 190 cm tall, with muscular arms as big as inflated balloons. He was a tough man who was skilled at using rifles and had a pilot's license. He wore a white shirt and a blue tactical vest, giving a strong sense of security.
**Forrest Speyer**.
The last member of the Bravo Team, a young man who was about the same height as Javier. He wore a dark blue tactical vest and had tattoos on his exposed arms. He liked to wear his long hair in a rock-and-roll style and loved music and playing the guitar. His tattoos and long hair were a clear sign of his musical hobbies. He was humorous and had a strong sense of mission and responsibility. Having completed several missions perfectly, he was idolized by other police officers and was considered a star police officer.
He was also a sharpshooter with a sniper rifle. However, his pistol shooting score was not as good as Javier's, a shooting prodigy. After learning that Javier had joined the S.T.A.R.S. team, he had always wanted to have a friendly competition with him, but he never had the right opportunity.
The Bravo Team members were all of these people.
As for Rebecca and Javier, they didn't need any introductions. One was a medical expert with a hint of wild-child spirit, and the other was a veteran slacker.
But, as Captain Enrico was busy giving his team a pep talk, his expression suddenly froze. He realized that there were only five people in front of him. Javier was nowhere to be seen. Where did that kid go?
"Rebecca!"
"Where did that rascal Javier go? Didn't I tell you we had an emergency special investigation mission? He's your partner... don't tell me he skipped work again. Damn it, can't he ever read the room?"
After a long speech, Enrico only then realized that one of his men was missing. He immediately asked Rebecca. As Javier's partner, only she knew where the kid was.
"Um..."
"Captain Enrico, Javier said he was going to put on his gear. He might need five minutes to get ready. Can everyone please wait a little longer?" Rebecca said awkwardly, scratching her head. She also didn't know what kind of gear that scoundrel Javier was getting that would take so long. The S.T.A.R.S. team usually went in with light gear for quick rescue missions.
The six of them, for example, were only equipped with a pistol, a dagger, and a bulletproof vest. A few of them had rifles and sniper rifles. The communicator had communication equipment, and she, as a medic, had medical supplies. That was pretty much it, so it was quick and easy. She couldn't understand what Javier was putting on.
"Gear...?"
Not only Rebecca but also Captain Enrico frowned in confusion. What was Javier getting ready for? Didn't he know that time was life? If they wasted five more minutes, the victims in the Arklay Mountains could be in even more danger. This went against the S.T.A.R.S. motto.
However, Javier, who was not present, would say that if they went to the Arklay Mountains with that kind of gear, they would all die. Who goes to fight zombies with just a small pistol and a dagger? Did they think this was a horror game?
"Stomp, stomp, stomp..."
"Stomp, stomp, stomp..."
Soon, as everyone waited with puzzled and impatient expressions, a muffled, hurried sound of footsteps came from a distance. A stealthy black figure... no, a cool black figure slowly came into view.
He was wearing a police-issue anti-riot steel helmet, tactical goggles, and a military-grade monocular night vision device on his helmet. He also had an S10 gas mask with green-tinted lenses. It was basically a **Death Hunk** look-alike, just without the red lenses and the AC200 helmet.
He was wearing a military-grade level III bulletproof vest, which could withstand 7.62*51mm rifle rounds, along with wrist, knee, and shoulder pads. His entire body was clad in a black police uniform. On his thigh holster, he had two large Magnum pistols and a tactical dagger, namely the **Magnum of the Eagle** and the **M500 Revolver** he had bought from the old man Hawk's gun shop.
In addition, he had several high-explosive grenades and stun grenades on his tactical belt. And that wasn't all... what was even more unbelievable was that Javier was also carrying a multi-functional tactical backpack that could hold up to 30 kg, a standard for special forces. In his hands, he held an old-fashioned Winchester 1887 lever-action shotgun, the "Holy Flames of Exorcism," and its brother, the police riot shotgun, the Winchester M1897 "Trench Sweeper," both standard police riot weapons.
With all the gear he was carrying, Javier looked like a big black rat. Compared to his light-geared teammates, he was clearly an outlier. But Javier didn't care about the stares. Instead, he started whistling and even made sound effects for himself, playing the "Imperial March" from Star Wars.
"..."
"Dum, dum... dum... dum-dum... dum-dum-dum..."
"Sir, reporting. S.T.A.R.S. Officer Javier Li, number 9527, tactical assault trooper, has arrived and is ready for duty! Awaiting instructions!"
Javier stood at attention and saluted with a playful look. He puffed out his chest and stuck out his butt, making his teammates laugh. Captain Enrico sighed and pinched his forehead, asking with a hint of anger,
"Are you going to war, Javier! And... did you just take every piece of equipment from the police department's inventory and put it on yourself?"
Enrico couldn't help but be frustrated. The steel helmet, the level III bulletproof vest, the gas mask, the night vision goggles, and the huge backpack that jingled as he walked. Enrico knew for a fact that the rascal had filled the backpack with countless bullets.
What was he planning to do?
They were going on an investigation mission, not to fight a war in the Middle East or Africa. And even if they were, what was the point of bringing two shotguns? He didn't even have a standard rifle... was he planning on fighting the enemy at close range?