Game world survival starts from Resident Evil 2

Harlan City, in a small building south of the tower.

Crane climbed to the roof and fell into the balcony through the gap in the roof awning.

He originally wanted to open the door directly to find the props requested, but when he saw a few woven baskets placed on the balcony, he remembered what the quartermaster said.

——In Harlan, collecting resources is the basis for survival.

So he thought about it, opened several baskets one by one, and took away all the seemingly useful items inside.

Although Crane doesn't know yet what use these metal parts or thin ropes can be used for.

Crane put the looted items into his backpack, and then he opened the door to the room.

"Ouch——!!"

An infected person suddenly jumped out!

"Bang——!"

Crane reacted quickly and hit the opponent's head hard with the modified iron pipe!

The infected person wailed, his whole body fell to the side, and hit the wall again.

Crane did not hesitate and added another iron pipe to send the infected person away completely.

"Huh..." Crane exhaled a thick breath. Although ordinary infected people are slow in movement, they are easy to deal with.

But after knowing that there is currently no antidote for the Harlan virus, Crane can't help but feel a little nervous when facing them.

After all, if you get bitten, all bets are off.

"It is said that some infected people are particularly strong and quick, and very dangerous. Why didn't GRE tell me such an important thing? Could it be that they didn't know either? It doesn't feel right..."

While thinking about it, Crane looked at the infected bodies on the ground and clicked his tongue:

"This Carrick also said that there will be no zombies in his house, so what is this? Fortunately, I reacted quickly."

Then, Crane walked into the three-story building cautiously.

The small building was very messy, with various furniture and packages scattered all over the floor, and there were faint traces of blood in some corners.

Crane looked at the mess in this place and couldn't help but frowned.

"It's so messy, it's a bit troublesome to find a pair of glasses and a book."

"Forget it, let's just collect resources by the way."

Crane immediately started rummaging around in the small building.

After spending twenty minutes, opening almost all the openable containers and packages in the small building, and searching for many things, Crane finally found Carrick in a small package in the corner. Need spare glasses.

After taking the gardening book from the pile of books scattered on the first floor, Crane returned to the roof of the third floor, hung up the grappling rope, and landed smoothly on the ground.

He wanted to move on to the next mission, but when he turned around, he saw an infected "minion" wearing a full-body chemical protective suit and carrying a gas cylinder, rushing toward him!

"I'll go!"

Crane dodged to avoid the minion's attack, and then hit a stick with his backhand!

With a muffled "bang" sound, the minion fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Crane wanted to go up to check, but as soon as he got closer, he noticed that the red gas bottle carried behind the Minion was making a hissing sound of leaking air!

"What a ghost..."

Before Kelan could finish his words, he immediately turned around and ran backwards!

"Bang--!"

Behind him, the gas bottle carried by the Minion exploded suddenly, and the air flow carried the metal fragments and passed him past him. But fortunately, Crane reacted quickly enough and was lucky enough, so he was not affected in the end.

But after Crane stopped running, he turned his head and looked at the place where the minions exploded. His expression was extremely ugly.

It’s broken, make a noise!

The roars of the plague demons have reached Crane's ears, and he even saw a plague demon flying towards him in the distance!

"It's too late to run away, now we can only..."

Crane gritted his teeth, grabbed the grappling hook rope that he had not yet had time to put away, and climbed up again along the outer wall of the small building.

Then he jumped onto the balcony, hid back in Carrick's small building, and closed the third-floor door that was the only one leading to the outside world.

Crane leaned tightly against the door, watching the figures of the plague demons climbing up to the roof from the window. The unpleasant roars echoed in his ears, and cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead!

At least four plague demons!

"Don't be impulsive. Be patient and wait patiently for them to leave. Amir said that if you can't find the target, the plague demons will not stay in one place for too long."

Crane tried to slow down his breathing, sat behind the door and waited quietly.

The plague demons wandered back and forth on the roof and balcony, and one even tried to push against the door that Crane had closed, scaring Crane so much that his back was soaked with sweat.

But they didn't find Crane in the end, so they left one after another.

Through the windows and peepholes, Crane counted the departing demons.

"Two, three, four... they should be gone by now."

Crane waited for a while, and after hearing that there was indeed no movement outside, he opened the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a plague demon jumping down from the gap in the awning on the roof.

Suddenly bumping into each other's faces, one person and one plague demon were even stunned.

But the plague demon immediately let out a roar and jumped towards Kelan! At such a close distance, Kelan couldn't dodge and was thrown to the ground by the plague demon!

"Uhhhhhhhhh-!! Get away!!"

Of course, it was impossible for Crane to just surrender. He put his hands hard against the plague demon's neck to prevent it from biting him. With his vitals restrained, the plague demon kept roaring and clawing at Kelan's arms.

Fortunately, Crane was wearing a denim jacket, which was thick and not scratched by the plague.

Looking at the ferocious face of the plague demon at close range, although Crane was inevitably a little panicked, he quickly calmed down and broke its neck with a force of both hands!

The plague demon's neck made a crisp "crack" sound, and then it stopped moving.

Cran pushed the plague demon's body away, moved to the wall, leaned against the wall, and gasped.

"Damn... this is... too exciting!"

After catching his breath, Cran checked his body and found no traces of bites and scratches, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the plague demon's body on the ground with lingering fear, and decided not to rush to complete the next commission, but to return to the tower to rest first.

"If there are more plague demons, I can't bear it!"

...

Cran returned to the tower and handed the glasses and gardening books required by the commission to the client Carrick.

Carrick was very excited: "You did it, great! This is my thank you, you must accept it."

Cran refused slightly, and then he no longer insisted and accepted the money given by Carrick, although it was only a little.

Cran was very disappointed.

Of course, he was not disappointed that the reward was too low, but when he saw that the commission task required finding a book, he thought it was a hint left by the person he was looking for.

But after flipping through the gardening book several times, Cran finally determined that it was just an ordinary book. The client Carrick was also at a loss for his hint.

Cran, who returned empty-handed, couldn't help but sigh, looking at the small pile of dirty banknotes in his hand, and felt a little amused.

But after thinking about it, he still went to the trading point on the second floor to see what was here.

As soon as he came to the room, Cran's eyes were attracted by a bow hanging on the wall.

It was a longbow with a yellow-brown color and obvious traces of hand-made. It can be seen that it was made of various materials commonly seen in Harlan, but the overall appearance was very harmonious, and it was a good bow at first glance.

Cran subconsciously asked, "What is this...?"

The person in charge of the trading point also noticed his gaze, smiled and said, "Brother, calm down, I have seen your look more than ten times today."

Cran came back to his senses and asked embarrassedly, "What's the matter with this bow?"

The trader smiled and said, "This is a new weapon sample sent by the Light Guard. It was made by Master Alexei himself. Her name is the Ranger Revolver Bow."

"How is it, isn't it beautiful?"

The trader laughed, "Unfortunately, this bow is not for sale. It is placed here for display. If you want it, you have to make enough contributions!"

Cran couldn't help but feel regretful when he heard this.

He was thinking that if this bow was a commodity, he would sell everything he had to buy it.

Cran was very smart. He had long realized that in Harlan's environment, the side effects of firearms were too great, and bows and crossbows became excellent long-range weapons.

If he could get one, it would definitely be a significant improvement in combat effectiveness.

And he, Cran, was not talented, but he could use a bow and arrow.

He had wanted to ask Jade where she got her bow and arrows, but now that he saw the Ranger revolver, Jade's short wooden bow suddenly lost its appeal.

In addition, Crane also noticed a strange term that the trader had just mentioned.

"What is the 'Light Guard'? Another survivor organization?"

Unexpectedly, the trader smiled mysteriously: "I can't tell you this, newcomer. You don't have enough authority yet."

Crane: "..."

It's a whet, right?

The trader finally told him: "If you continue to help the residents complete the commission, your authority will gradually increase, and you will know everything you should know."

"Okay." Crane said briefly, and then used the little change he had just earned to buy an emergency food and a simple first aid kit from the trader, and then packed his bags and set off again.

...

Two days later.

At the entrance to the second floor of the tower, Bracken, Amir, Jade and others, with a group of residents of the tower, surrounded Crane in the middle.

Bracken put a small red flower made of paper on Cran's chest, then smiled and shook his hand:

"Congratulations, Cran! You won the honorary title of 'Most Popular Runner of the Month'!"

"This little red flower was made by the children for you, and thank you for helping them find crayons!"

"Everyone, applaud our best newcomer, Kyle Cran--!"

"Baji, Baji--"

Warm applause rang out, and everyone looked at Cran with a smile on their faces.

As the protagonist, Cran barely pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a tired smile, which was regarded as a response to everyone's enthusiasm.

This is not because he has any opinions about everyone, but because...

Two days! Two whole days!

In these two days, he ran all the residents of the tower and completed most of the military supply tasks.

But! He still didn't find any clues! !

Not to mention finding the mysterious clue holder, there is not even a suspected person!

Although he knew it was inappropriate, he couldn't help but want to find the dead senior agent Li You and ask him who he had given the clue to.

The commendation meeting ended quickly and everyone dispersed. Amir patted Crane on the shoulder and told him to go to see him in the afternoon, and then went upstairs.

After Crane returned to his room, he took out the radio as usual and reported the situation to GRE.

"This is Crane."

"Got it, Crane. How's the situation?"

"I have fully integrated into the tower, and today they awarded me...well, a red flower as a reward."

"So have you found the person with the clue?"

"No. I have talked to everyone in the tower and completed all the residents' commissions. I have gone up the mountain and down the water, but I still haven't found anything. Is the person who holds the clue really in the tower? ?”

The GRE correspondent also pondered for a moment before replying: "In this case, we really must consider the possibility that the person left the tower."

"Klan, you have been recognized by the residents of the tower, right? Very good, then you can try to find out if any tower members have left recently."

"In addition, we checked the information about the 'Light Guard' mentioned in your report before, but found no records about this organization. So either they are too small, or they have just been established. You can also collect relevant information."

"It's been two days, Crane, time is running out, you must find the file as soon as possible."

"In addition, since the person holding the clue is most likely no longer in the tower, the dedicated airdrop to the tower will be canceled from today on. You can also consider starting from this point to find that person."

Crane was stunned for a moment, then became a little anxious: "Wait! This can't work! There are a large number of survivors in the tower, most of them are just ordinary citizens without fighting ability, and there are even children!"

"If you stop airdrops now, they will risk mutating!"

But GRE was very cold: "This is also a way to break the situation. If Li You really left a clue, then if we reduce the airdrops, wouldn't it be possible to force that person out?"

Crane was still hesitant: "But..."

"There is no but. Don't forget, Crane, everything we do is for the benefit of all mankind. A few infected citizens don't matter."

"That's it, hurry up."

With that said, the communication was cut off.

Crane sat on the bed in the room and was silent for a long time.

After a while, he took off the small red flower on his chest and held it in front of his eyes to observe carefully.

The little red flowers are actually folded very roughly. After all, they are children’s handiwork. The texture of the paper is not good, and it is not originally red. The color is applied bit by bit with a red crayon. Perhaps because there wasn't enough red crayon, there were a few streaks of yellow and orange along the edges.

Crane opened the paper flowers and saw several crooked names on the paper, as well as the children's grateful words:

"Thank you, Uncle Crane!"

Crane suddenly smiled.

"I may...not be worthy of such thanks."

Crane folded the paper and put it away carefully.

Then, as soon as he got up and planned to inquire about the news, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside.

"Bashir, what's wrong with you!? Open the door!"

Crane was startled, and then ran out quickly:

"What happened?"

…

In the afternoon, Crane, who was out, returned to the tower again.

The noise in the corridor earlier was due to something happening.

To put it simply, a guy named Bashir purchased a drug from some second-hand dealer who was new to the tower.

It turned out that the second-hand dealer was selling fake medicine, and Bashir almost killed himself.

Everyone noticed something was wrong and thought he had mutated in the room, but they couldn't open the door.

Crane, who just arrived, picked the lock and entered the door to find out the situation.

Crane: "Don't you still have the antidote here? Why do you want to buy it from someone else?"

Bashir: "Well, um, ah, this..."

Crane: "Say it quickly."

Bashir: "This...well, it's actually a friend of mine. He's a little weak, so he asked me to buy him some little blue pills."

"Then I thought, I must help my friend confirm the authenticity of the medicine, so I tried one. And then... Ouch, it hurts!"

Crane: "..."

"Where is the guy who sold you the medicine?"

Bashir: "I can't say that. If I tell him, he will never sell medicine to my... friend again."

Crane hates iron: "What he sold you was a fake medicine! This time it was just a little blue pill. If he gives you a fake antidote next time, what will you do? What will others do?" ! ? Tell me where he is!"

Bashir: "Well, God, I'm telling you!"

After asking about the situation from Bashir, Crane handed Bashir to Dr. Lina. He followed the counterfeit drug dealer's line and caught the scout Yusef who was hiding on the roof of the tower. I found the den of counterfeit medicine dealers again.

When he arrived, the counterfeit drug dealers had received a tip from Yusef and were preparing to evacuate.

Crane knew the dangers of letting a group like them slip away, so even if he was the only one, he did not hesitate to take action.

A melee.

In the end, Crane successfully eliminated the five-man gang selling counterfeit medicine, but he was inevitably injured and staggered back to the tower.

Crane is now a celebrity in the tower, and the guard at the door immediately noticed something was wrong with him: "Klan! Are you injured!?"

…

Half an hour later, Crane was lying in Dr. Lena's infirmary with bandages on his arms and shoulders.

Dr. Lina is a middle-aged woman with short hair. Her appearance is not outstanding, but she is gentle and careful, and her professional skills are beyond doubt.

She covered Crane with a quilt and said, "That unfortunate Bashir is fine. Fortunately, you delivered him in time, otherwise he would have become asexual."

"As for you, I'm not telling you, you are too reckless. Going to deal with five villains alone? You should wait for support from Amir and the others!

"Fortunately, you only have scratches and contusions on your body, and there is a very shallow cut. I have bandaged it for you. You just need to rest for a while."

Crane smiled bitterly: "Thank you. I originally planned to wait for support, but at that time they were already planning to escape, so I had to take action."

Lina still shook her head: "Actually, there is no need. The light guards will not let go of such a vicious group. As long as we determine their location and report it, someone will naturally clean up this group of garbage."

Crane heard the name again and asked: "What kind of organization is this light guard? Can I know now?"

Dr. Lina glanced at him and said: "If you ask me, then I think you can definitely know. But this is not what I have the final say..."

Just then, Amir walked in.

"Let me talk to him, Doctor Lina."

Doctor Lina looked at him, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Amir sat down next to Crane and asked, "Is your injury okay, Crane?"

"It's okay, just minor injuries."

So Amir nodded and turned to the topic: "I know you are curious about the situation of the light guards, and we all feel that we can tell you."

"But before that, there is one last task that you need to complete. As long as you do it well, we will definitely know everything about you next."

Without much hesitation, Crane said, "Tell me, what's the mission?"

"Today, for some reason, the GRE airdrop fell to the other side of the city, making it difficult to obtain."

"However, our parkours and scouts have their own tasks and cannot carry the airdrop back, so I hope you can take over this task and take back today's airdrop.

"The antidote in it is related to the lives of all our infected people."

Amir looked at Crane: "Can you do it?"

Crane looked at him and answered without hesitation: "Yes."

"Okay!" Amir clapped his hands, "Then leave it to you! When you recover, come to me on the second floor."

…

Half an hour later, on the second floor of the tower.

"This is the approximate location of the airdrop. Please confirm it." Amir said, handing over another modified baseball bat.

"Your weapon is damaged. Use this new one."

"This is the one I used before. I guarantee it will work well. You must take good care of it."

Crane looked at the map for a while, folded it and put it in his pocket, and then took the baseball bat handed over by Amir.

"Leave it to me."

Just as he was about to set off, Amir suddenly said:

"If you have anything to say to someone important, don't forget to contact him as soon as possible."

Crane didn't react at first, but when he looked at Amir's eyes, he was suddenly shocked.

Could it be that... I was discovered?

But Amir said nothing more, and Crane could only embark on the road to find the airdrop with an uneasy heart.

After he left, Amir took out the radio and dialed the communication.

"Is this test... really necessary? I think he is completely trustworthy."

On the other end of the radio, Li You's voice came:

"He's really trustworthy, I knew that from the beginning."

"What this task is going to test is not whether he is trustworthy, but... whether he has the ability to think independently."

"Anyway, you don't understand much, so leave it to me."

…

On the other side of the slums, the airdrop point.

Six o'clock in the evening.

Crane swung a baseball bat and smashed the heads of two infected people. After ensuring that the surroundings were safe, he opened the airdrop box.

In the airdrop box, three blue boxes containing antiviral agents in the middle and a gray box containing syringes on each side are neatly arranged in a row, which makes people look very comfortable.

Crane originally wanted to take away all these medicine boxes, but when he was about to take action, he suddenly paused. After a moment of hesitation, he took out the GRE dedicated radio.

"This is Crane."

"Klan, what's wrong?"

"The antidote in the tower consumes a lot, and you threw the airdrop across the city. They didn't have enough manpower, so they asked me to get the antidote. I've got it now."

"Are you here to get the airdrop? That's great. Crane, listen up, burn all the anti-viral agents right now."

Although he had already made some vague guesses, Crane couldn't help but trembled when he heard these words:

"Why!?"

The tone of the GRE correspondent was still cold:

"Why? Didn't I say it before? The mysterious man who took the clue left by Li You is missing. Considering that Li You should have told him the importance of this clue, that person probably also noticed your true identity.

“Then we cut off the source of the antidote in the tower, which is a signal.

"Through this signal, we are telling the mysterious person that if he wants the antiviral agent, he has to come up with clues in exchange. In this way, it will probably stimulate him to come to you proactively, and then you will be able to get the clues ”

Crane finally understood: "So you are suspecting that the person holding the clues is someone high up in the tower?"

"That's right."

"But even so, without the antidote, everyone in the tower will be in danger!" Crane's tone was quite excited.

The GRE communicator didn't care: "Crane, we paid you to come to Harlan, not to play the role of a saint. You should follow the order and get the document as required."

"Hurry up, burn those antiviral agents!"

However, after giving the order coldly, the communicator seemed to feel that his tone was too unkind, so he added:

"Anyway, the amount of antiviral agents is determined by us. At most, when you find the mysterious man, we will put more in the tower."

"Don't hesitate, do it now!"

The communicator cut off the communication again.

Crane looked at the three boxes of antiviral agents at hand and gritted his teeth.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally reached out, picked up a box, and took it to the fire next to him.

Cran, who was struggling with his conscience, did not notice that at the window of a small building not far away, there was a figure putting an arrow without an arrowhead on the bow.

However, at the moment when the flames began to lick the bottom of the medicine box, Cran seemed to react suddenly and moved the medicine box away from the fire!

"No! What am I doing!?"

He glanced at the medicine box that he had thrown aside, and a few beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Even if it stimulates the mysterious man to appear, there is no need for me to burn these antidotes! I just need to hide them!"

"And... GRE gives me a wrong feeling. Are they really going to save the citizens?"

Cran wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally made a decision.

"Find a place to hide all these antiviral agents, and then tell Amir and Bracken that they have not been found. I will come back to get them when I need them."

"GRE's recent behavior is too strange, so... keep some."

As he said, Cran walked to the medicine box and planned to pick up the antiviral agents scattered on the ground.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a round of applause from above his head.

"Pa, pa."

Cran was startled, and immediately grasped the modified baseball bat, looked in the direction of the sound, and shouted: "Who is there!?"

But the man didn't seem to have the intention of hiding his whereabouts. He walked out openly and stood at the edge of the small building, allowing Cran to see his appearance clearly.

He was a slender young man with standard facial features and a well-proportioned figure.

He wore a leather tricorn hat on his head, a gray high-necked wool coat, and a short leather cape around his shoulders.

But in addition to this, he also had a pair of high-tech goggles hanging around his neck that didn't match the overall clothing style at all.

When he saw the young man's face, Cran was stunned.

Because, in his cognition, the owner of this face should have died long ago!

"...How is it possible!?"

And Li You just smiled at him and said:

"Hello, Cran."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li You, a former GRE agent and the leader of the 'Light Guard' organization."

"You did a good job just now, junior."