After all, Javier knew very well that there was a secret passage hidden in the Raccoon City Police Department's prison, which connected to the underground G Virus Research Institute.
Brian usually used this secret passage to transport prisoners and homeless people into the G Virus Research Institute to serve as test subjects.
"Thump, thump, thump…"
"Thump, thump, thump…"
The path to the Police Department's armory was very troublesome.
Javier cleared out many zombies along the way to barely carve out a bloody path.
Lisa and Catherine followed behind, but the difference was… Catherine was inevitably terrified by these monsters, trembling all over like a startled bird.
Lisa, on the other hand, was very casual.
Her hair was disheveled, she wore a white mask on her face, a long spaghetti strap dress, and flip-flops on her feet.
A backpack was slung behind her, containing the remains of Lisa's mother, Catherine.
Since leaving Akeley Mountains, Lisa basically never separated from her mother.
But with this outfit and messy, frizzy long hair, she looked like a shut-in, a Sadako, extremely gloomy…
Facing the surrounding zombies, Lisa, as the overlord, didn't even bother to acknowledge them.
If she wanted to… she could completely rely on her terrifying aura to drive all the zombies in the Police Department out.
But because Javier didn't ask, and in fact didn't even know about her abilities, Lisa remained a spectator.
Soon, the three arrived at the armory.
Javier took out the key and opened the storeroom door, but when Javier saw the firearms in the armory, his expression instantly froze.
A large number of guns inside had been taken away, leaving only some old antique weapons, such as the Thompson M1 submachine gun and the Garand M1 rifle, all old relics retired from World War II.
Javier even saw an M2 Heavy Machine Gun in the corner.
These things were incredible!
Besides these antiques, there were only things like stun batons and riot shields left.
There wasn't a single modern assault rifle or rocket launcher.
The only fortunate thing was that while a large number of weapons were taken, not many bullets could be taken, so there were still plenty of spare rounds for replenishment.
It was a blessing in disguise!
"Where are the guns…?"
"Where did they all go?"
Looking at the scene before him, Javier seemed a little confused.
He clearly remembered that when he got off work yesterday, a large number of guns and weapons inside were well preserved.
Why, when he opened it now, were only antiques left?
It turned out that Javier was unaware that Chief Brian had made a foolish decision before the bio-virus outbreak.
He ordered the police officers to destroy a large number of guns and weapons, and dispatched countless police officers to various corners of Raccoon City to disperse, under the guise of protecting the city.
This led to a large number of police officers being scattered on the outskirts of the city, while the zombie virus broke out within the city.
Countless police officers had no ammunition supply, instantly causing Raccoon City to be completely paralyzed.
The police officers stationed inside were also unable to resist the zombies without weapons, and the Police Department itself fell.
One could only say… Chief Brian, that fat pig, truly deserved to die.
His purpose in doing this was not to care for the residents of Raccoon City, but to curry favor with Umbrella Corporation.
It was a pity that Umbrella Corporation abandoned him, and only then did he completely give up.
If Javier knew, he would probably go back and kick him again.
However, these weapons in front of them were not unusable.
Although they were antiques retired from World War II, they had all withstood the test of war and were very reliable weapons, especially the famous M1A1 Carbine, the Garand M1 semi-automatic rifle, both of which had made great contributions to the US military in World War II.
There were also several M1911 Handguns.
Billy Coen had picked up this handgun in the underground tram of the Cadre Training Institute.
It was a century-old gun that was still in service, highly reliable, and its.38 caliber bullets were much more powerful than ordinary 9mm pistol bullets.
In addition, there was a Thompson M1 submachine gun, the famous Chicago Typewriter, and an M3A1 submachine gun in the corner.
Because it was impossible to mass-produce the excellent Thompson submachine gun, the US military redesigned a simplified submachine gun.
It was reliable and cheap to produce.
There was even a powerful M2 Heavy Machine Gun, and an even older Springfield M1903A4 bolt-action sniper rifle, an even older antique gun that had been in service since World War I.
In fact, the power of these firearms was not a problem, and they were not much weaker than modern firearms.
But the only problem was… these weapons were not maintained.
Many of these antiques remaining in the corner had already started to rust, most were unusable, some even missing parts, and they were prone to jamming, which would cause great trouble at critical moments.
Therefore, Javier was very helpless, but there was nothing he could do; at least it was better than nothing.
He found two M1911 Handguns in relatively good condition from the pile of antiques and threw them to Catherine for self-defense.
For a girl… a handgun was enough.
A rifle… Javier was afraid Catherine might shoot herself!
Javier decisively gave up on the Thompson and M3A1 submachine guns due to having only one magazine and slow reloading.
He carried a Springfield M1903A4 bolt-action sniper rifle and prepared to leave.
Although the Springfield sniper rifle was old, it was highly accurate, powerful, and its ammunition was ordinary 7.62 rifle ammunition, which was convenient for versatility.
Even more rare was that it already had a high-power scope installed, which was the real reason Javier chose this Springfield.
In fact, the Garand Rifle next to it was superior to the Springfield, as the US military later produced the Garand to replace the Springfield in World War II.
However, the Garand did not have a scope installed and required a rail to mount one, so Javier could only choose the Springfield.
Gradually, Javier also found a riot helmet and bulletproof vest for Catherine to wear in case of injury.
As for Lisa, she didn't need any of this; that girl was tougher than anyone!
She didn't need any protective gear or weapons at all.
However… just as the three were truly about to leave, two hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the armory:
"Da da da…"
"Da da da…"
"Hey, Leon, are you sure this is the right way? Is the Police Department's armory really here? I haven't seen a single living person.
By rights, shouldn't the Police Department's armory be the most heavily guarded place?"
"It's correct.
Although the Raccoon City Police Department is very large, there's a map in the lobby, and I've memorized it.
But it is indeed strange that there's no one guarding the Police Department's armory… And it seems the Police Department has already fallen.
I don't know where all those police officers disappeared to."
The two voices slowly sounded, and soon, they turned a corner and met.
Leon and Claire, who had jogged in from outside, instantly bumped into Javier and the other two who were selecting weapons.
They looked at each other, seeing each other's strangely dressed appearances, and instantly raised their firearms to confront each other.
"Click, click…!"
Facing two M1911 Handguns, a Springfield sniper rifle, and a large shotgun with only a police handgun, Leon and Claire very submissively and decisively chose to raise their hands and surrender.
They simply couldn't afford to provoke them, not to mention Leon's small handgun only had a few bullets left.
"Hehe…"
"Um, excuse me, everyone, I'm Leon S. Kennedy, a rookie intern police officer newly assigned to the Raccoon City Police Department.
I've searched the entire Police Department and haven't found any living people, so I just wanted to come to the armory to take a look and get the equipment I should have.
After all, as an intern rookie police officer… it's quite embarrassing to not have a weapon."
Facing four or five guns, Leon decisively admitted defeat, explaining with an awkward but polite smile.
At such a young age, he could tell such humorous dry jokes, which showed that Leon's later dark-bellied and sharp-tongued personality was indeed innate.
And facing Leon's personality, Javier, being such a scoundrel, was actually the easiest to deal with.
So he also showed a subtle smile and asked lightly:
"What a coincidence,"
"Young police officer, look… do you want to take this M1911 Handgun, or this Springfield sniper rifle, or this riot shotgun?"
With a very mischievous tone, Javier directly replicated the story of the River God to ask, while Leon in front of him looked distressed and constipated.
He could be sure that this scoundrel in front of him definitely had no good intentions.
Chapter 10: Mischievous
Young police officer, do you want to take this M1911, or this Springfield M1903A4 sniper rifle, or this riot shotgun—?
Uh… for such a mischievous question, Leon actually didn't want to answer, but he had no choice, after all, he was being pointed at with a gun.
After scanning the firearms in Javier's hands, Leon gritted his teeth and pointed at the century-old M1911 Handgun in Catherine's hand, reluctantly replying:
"I think… as a rookie intern police officer, rifles and shotguns, which are too powerful, are not suitable for me.
It's easy to have an accidental discharge.
Therefore, I just want to take that M1911 Handgun, esteemed River God… What do you think of my choice?"
Hmm—this answer was very clever.
Leon not only positioned himself very humbly but also subtly reminded Javier not to accidentally fire while aiming and deterring him, as if it really did go off, he would be truly finished.
Unfortunately, Javier's personality was even worse than Leon imagined.
"…"
"Very good, young police officer, you are more honest and simple than I imagined.
Therefore, I plan to give you the M1911, the Springfield sniper rifle, and even the riot shotgun.
After all, such a simple police officer is rare."
"So… young police officer, are you ready?"
With his signature scoundrel smile, Javier answered lightly.
And this answer… instantly froze Leon's awkward but polite smile.
Ready for what? Did he need to prepare anything? Or was there anything he missed that he needed to prepare?
"Wait!"
"Hold on, esteemed River God, may I ask, what do I need to prepare?"
Raising his hands high again, Leon indicated that he was very harmless, trying to lower his dissatisfaction in Javier's mind.
In reality, he was very nervous, sweat dripping from his forehead.
God knew what this scoundrelly idiot wanted to do.
Even Claire, hearing this, couldn't help but frown and become nervous, unsure what Javier intended to do with them.
After all, there were very few living people in Raccoon City now.
They were all of the same kind.
Claire couldn't imagine Javier and his group just killing them two without reason, especially since they were just passing by.
"Prepare what?"
"Of course, it's delicious peanuts, young police officer.
I, this River God, am completely different from other River Gods.
To take things from my hand, besides being honest and simple, you must also pass another test of skill."
"After all, whether it's a golden axe or a silver axe, a simply honest person doesn't have the ability to protect and properly use them.
Their skills must also be very agile!
So, are you ready?"
Looking at the nervous Leon, Javier found it very amusing.
It was a rare opportunity to properly teach the nascent Leon, the bio-human, a lesson.
After all, beating up the protagonist is probably something every ordinary person would very much want to do.
"Click—!"
Without any hesitation, Javier snatched the M1911 Handgun from Catherine's hand, raised the dark muzzle, chambered a bullet, aimed at the area below Leon's thigh, and instantly pulled the trigger.
The fluid motion immediately made Leon realize that this bastard was truly planning to kill him, not joking.
What kind of River God… simply unreasonable!
"Bang—!!!"
Similarly, seeing Javier truly intended to kill him, Leon naturally resisted with all his might.
He also raised his 9mm police handgun, aimed at Javier's head, and quickly pulled the trigger.
The remaining five bullets all poured out, shooting out at tricky and strange angles.
After firing the bullets, Leon quickly discarded the gun, bent down, and rolled to dodge, trying to avoid as many of the incoming bullets as possible.
Leon himself was a well-known shooting genius at the police academy, so he was very confident in his marksmanship.
Although his drawing speed was indeed a step slower than Javier's, Leon believed his accuracy was definitely not bad.
But… unfortunately, the current Leon might not know that Javier was an even more monstrous shooting genius than him.
In terms of basic hardware, he was even better than Leon in his prime, after all, he had graduated from the police academy at 19, while Leon was 21 when he successfully graduated from the police academy.
Javier's marksmanship was already impressive before he gained his cheat, and now with Gun Kata as a physical cheat, it was even more absurd.
With just a casual flick, Javier's bullets could automatically curve to intercept Leon's fired bullets.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—!!!"
Opposite were five bullets, while Javier had six.38 caliber Colt bullets.
With just a casual flick of his arm, the bullets leaving the barrel seemed to gain some extra acceleration, quickly shooting out in extremely strange arcs.
And Leon's seemingly tricky bullet shots, in just an instant…
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—!!!"
Sparks flew in mid-air.
The five bullets collided with each other, all exploding directly, then falling to the ground.
The only remaining bullet instantly ignored Leon's rolling dodge and directly hit his jeans below his thigh.
"Pfft…!"
It wasn't the sound of a bullet piercing flesh, but the sound of jeans being torn.
Leon, who had rolled and dodged to the ground, only felt a burning pain in his thigh.