Chapter 9: I Really Love This World
Because it was a live broadcast, both the image and audio were extremely chaotic. The scene appeared to be on a large bridge where Umbrella Corporation had erected a high wall. Over a dozen well-trained soldiers stood in formation on the wall, rifles held across their chests.
Below the wall were three lines, with armed personnel holding equipment, systematically testing people queuing up one by one.
The camera panned back. The orderly queues didn't extend very far. Just ten meters or so away, everything descended into chaos. A surging crowd desperately pushed forward. The handful of police officers mixed in couldn't maintain order, could only futilely open their mouths wide, shouting themselves hoarse.
Many people were brawling with others to cut in line. Even more targeted the elderly, weak, women and children in the queue. The evil in human nature was on full display in this moment.
Deadpool curled his lip and changed the channel.
Forget knowing the plot in advance—even without having seen the movie, he could guess that Umbrella's current actions were just for show.
In case the nuke failed, they could still release this footage to whitewash themselves. It wouldn't be long before they stopped evacuating citizens under various pretenses, even without zombie attacks.
As for those citizens already evacuated—whether they'd return to society and continue living as ordinary people, or be taken to labs for human experimentation and then paraded on stage to denounce the virus's suffering and praise Umbrella's benevolence...
Well, that remained a mystery.
Compared to the previous channel, this one's content was far more explosive.
A female reporter and cameraman were hiding in a high-rise building. Behind them, the door was being pounded with heavy, urgent strikes. The camera looked down from above, filming everything on the street.
Many ordinary people were fleeing desperately toward a defensive position manned by soldiers. Hot on their heels was a massive horde of zombies in tattered clothes with savage expressions. They weren't moving particularly fast—some were even missing limbs, unable to stand, only able to crawl along the ground.
But they had numbers. As time passed, more zombies continued emerging from shops and alleys on both sides of the street, drawn by the noise, joining the horde.
The soldiers noticed the situation and turned their weapons, pulling triggers. Bullets poured out, providing cover for these ordinary people.
"Faster! Faster! You can do it!"
The reporter's voice trembled, but she still couldn't help clenching her fists, quietly cheering for those people in danger below.
Suddenly, one man accidentally stepped on a plastic bag. His foot slipped. He lost his balance and fell hard to the ground.
A woman looked back, screaming something in horror, rushing back to help the man up. But it was too late.
Zombies emerging from a nearby shop were already upon them. The zombie didn't go for the man sitting on the ground—instead, it tackled the standing woman. Its massive maw opened wide, biting viciously into her neck.
In an instant, piercing, anguished screams echoed throughout the entire block.
The man scrambled onto the zombie's back, grabbing its hair, desperately trying to pull its head away from the woman.
He succeeded. The zombie's head lifted, still carrying a chunk of the woman's neck meat in its mouth.
Blood sprayed, staining both zombie and man crimson. The man uselessly covered the woman's neck, sobbing uncontrollably.
The zombies following behind arrived, tackling the man as well. Amid wails, both became the zombies' lunch.
But their sacrifice had delayed the front zombies, buying time for other survivors. With the soldiers' cover, they successfully reached the defensive position, hiding behind the soldiers.
However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, two people in the group suddenly convulsed and collapsed, eyes rolling back, foaming at the mouth.
Clearly, these two had already been infected.
Soldiers raised their weapons to end the two lives, but were desperately blocked by the victims' friends and family. The defensive position erupted into chaos, ultimately overrun by zombies. Amid the screams, none survived.
Upstairs, the female reporter watched this scene through tears, covering her mouth tightly.
Suddenly, the sound of splintering wood came. The camera whipped around. The door of their hiding room was being broken down by zombies. Seven or eight zombies poured into the room, competing to get in first.
Next, the camera image shook wildly, accompanied by screams. It seemed the cameraman was using the camera itself as a weapon, continuously attacking the zombies.
Three minutes later, the camera hit the ground with a THUD. The image stopped shaking, frozen at floor level. Finally, only the female reporter's wails came through, followed by the sound of shattering glass.
These brutal scenes were playing out continuously throughout Raccoon City's streets and alleys.
Turning off the TV, Deadpool rummaged around the room and found a map. A quick glance confirmed his location. The evacuation point was Black Gate Bridge.
That was currently the only way out of Raccoon City.
Pushing open the church's heavy doors with a loud CREAK, outside the church, sunlight was bright. A dozen zombies were startled by the door opening, suddenly turning to look at Deadpool.
"Whoa."
The zombies charged at full speed. Deadpool wasn't fazed at all. He gulped down the remaining half bottle of Coke, crushed the bottle flat, and threw it out, accurately hitting the head of the zombie in front.
Three points!
Nice!
The thrown empty Coke bottle had no power whatsoever. Hitting the zombie's head didn't even slow it down.
"Shwah! Deadpool!"
Deadpool raised both hands, striking the classic Ultraman transformation pose. His knees bent, then he jumped up high.
When he landed in a standard superhero three-point stance, the black and red mixed skintight suit was already on his body.
Instant costume change. Just that smooth.
Without choosing to draw his guns, Deadpool gripped one of the long blades on his back with one hand. Only when the zombie reached him did he suddenly draw.
Behold my quick-draw slash!
The sharp blade easily sliced the zombie's head in half. Red and white spilled from the skull, followed by the sound of the zombie hitting the ground.
"As the protagonist of an R-rated movie, I really love this world."
Having dispatched all the zombies with almost no effort, Deadpool sighed in admiration. He pulled out a pristine handkerchief, carefully wiped the filth from his blade, then strode purposefully toward Black Gate Bridge's location on the map.
At the same time, in a residential house in Raccoon City, a TV screen flickered, continuously reporting the situation throughout the streets.
A tall, well-proportioned woman listened to the stream of bad news coming from the TV. Her face cold, she put down her phone, took off her heels, changed into boots, stood up, picked up the handgun from the table, and smoothly inserted it into her waist holster.
On the wall by the table hung several notices.
STARS officer Jill Valentine has been suspended from duty due to poor performance during the Arklay Mountains mission.