Survival in the game world begins with Biochemical 2

Chapter 450 Hello, Mr. Minister

"Get down, everyone get down!"

"Don't even talk!"

The bodyguards and agents protected the important personnel. After confirming that there was no attack, someone sent a call using a communicator:
"——'Longhorn' is fine, bring 'Beast' over here."

Call for backup forces.

At this moment, the main control room was in a state of panic.

If it was a simple power outage, the backup power supply should have started and restored power in a very short time. But at this time, not only inside the White House, but also here, the power was cut off, and all the screens showed a blue box with "NO SIGNAL".

“What the hell…!?”

"No, the backup power supply isn't responding!"

"When it is turned on manually, only the emergency lighting is available..."

The supervisor was also a little panicked, picking up the intercom and calling repeatedly: "Team leader, what's wrong with the power? Can anyone hear me?"

——Inside the President’s Office.

Three important officials, including President Graham, were protected by agents and bodyguards. Everyone was extremely vigilant, waiting for the arrival of support troops.

But after a stalemate, Wilson was the first to speak: "...Does anyone know what's going on now?"

There was some impatience in his tone, and it was obvious that he was not satisfied with the current situation.

“It’s not an accident.”

In response, Jason on the side made a decisive judgment.

At this point, although he was still worried about his subordinates, he calmed down and prepared to deal with the situation at hand - he couldn't let Wilson find out that something was wrong.

In addition, Wilson had already assigned the task in advance, so he took the initiative to say, "I'll go outside to check. Patrick, come with me."

"Got it." Patrick was very obedient.

The two turned on their flashlights, walked out of the office one after the other, and explored along the way.

"Everyone stay calm, go back to the office, lock the door, and stay where you are."

As they moved forward, the two men performed their duties, calming down the officials who came to the corridor and sending them back to their offices.

While doing all this, Patrick couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "...That Leon really knows how to pick the time, and he's not here right now."

Jason heard his whisper and ignored him.

The two walked forward and found that there was no one else in the corridor. All the officials had received the notice and returned to their offices to wait.

So Jason and Patrick also became more vigilant. If someone else showed up under such circumstances, it would be more likely that he was the one behind the scenes.

The two came to a T-shaped corner, each occupying one side. Jason quickly flashed his flashlight, looked inside the corner, and gestured to Patrick to go that way, while he explored in the opposite direction.

Patrick had great respect for Jason, the "hero of Panenstein," so he nodded immediately. He walked out of the corner, moving the flashlight up, middle, and down, and back and forth, while constantly flashing it on and off, observing the front through classic low-light tactical movements, and moving forward quickly.

Patrick arrived at the next corner without any incident. Just as he was about to take a look, he heard a painful groan coming from the corridor ahead.

He also paused immediately and poked his head out from the corner. Through the moonlight shining in from the window at the end of the corridor, he saw a man in a suit, holding onto the wall with one hand, staggering towards him.

Patrick turned out, turned on the flashlight and took a look, then he was shocked.

"…Press Secretary Spencer? What's going on?"

He quickly stepped forward and supported Spether.

"I... I don't know, there was a power outage, and then... someone attacked me from behind, and he bit me..."

Patrick wanted to ask more clearly, but Spether was gradually losing his strength. He answered vaguely and sat down on the ground along the wall.

Patrick quickly supported him and reported the situation through the communicator: "Press Secretary Spencer is beside me. He has a head injury but is conscious. He said he was attacked..."

Just at this moment, Jason ran over quickly. He glanced at Spether on the ground, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"...What's going on?" Although he knew at a glance that the appearance of this person meant that Wilson's plan had begun to be implemented, the process still had to be followed.

So, after listening to Patrick's simple explanation, Jason nodded and said, "You help him deal with the wound, I'll go upstairs and take a look."

"Ok!"

Jason left in a hurry. In his mind, the fate of the new agent Patrick would depend on his ability... and luck.

"...Huh, luck?" Jason's face twitched, revealing a cruel smile with the corners of his mouth turned down.

On Patrick's side, as soon as Jason left, Spencer seemed to have run out of energy and fell to the ground along the wall. He kept twitching and his eyeballs rolled back, which scared Patrick a lot.

"Mr. Spether? Sir! What's wrong with you!"

Seeing that Spether gradually stopped breathing, Patrick took a deep breath and was about to get a portable defibrillator.

However, just as he took out the small box from the first aid medicine cabinet, put it on the ground and started to assemble it, Spether, who was lying on the ground beside him, suddenly opened his eyes!
"call--"

Patrick was still assembling the defibrillator when he saw Spether suddenly sit up!
"...Mr. Spether?"

Patrick is not an anti-biological agent. He was called in to deal with the "illegal intrusion into the White House server" and specializes in electronics and internal investigations.

That is why, although he had heard of biological attacks in the past, this was the first time he saw zombies appear in front of him with his own eyes.

Therefore, it was not until Spether, who had turned into a zombie, crawled up from the ground and pounced towards him with bared fangs and claws, and was already in front of him, that Patrick finally reacted. Following the momentum of Spether's pounce, he instinctively used the grappling technique, grabbed the opponent's arm, and pressed it against the wall with his backhand!

But how could zombies be controlled by grappling techniques? Stimulated by the virus, "Spether's" muscles swelled wildly. He struggled hard, bursting out with strength that a press secretary would never have, and actually dislocated his left arm!

In this way, it basically broke free from the clamp, and its great force also pushed Patrick back. "Spether" then turned around and pounced on Patrick again!

Patrick was horrified and pushed and kicked "Spether" away, then quickly pulled out his gun.

There was no time to warn the other party not to move, Patrick decisively pulled the trigger!
"boom--!!"

The first gunshot of tonight echoed in the White House!
The shot hit the zombie's heart accurately, but it was useless. Patrick had not received any relevant training, and his reaction to the zombies was similar to that of an ordinary policeman. He kept shooting while retreating, but he didn't know to shoot at the head. The small-caliber pistol bullets could hardly stop the zombies from advancing.

Seeing "Spether" approaching closer and closer with bullets in his eyes and a ferocious face, Patrick panicked and accidentally fell to the ground!
"It's over!"

He didn't even have time to think about whether he should give himself a quick shot, as "Spether" had already pounced on him!
"boom--!!"

A gunshot different from the previous one was heard, and Patrick opened his eyes, only to see the former press secretary lying on the ground with a hole in the middle of his head and blood spreading under him.

He subconsciously turned around and saw the person who saved him.

Although it was the first time they met, Patrick subconsciously blurted out the other person's name:

"Leon?"

The visitor was naturally Leon. He had just arrived at this time because of a sudden power outage in the White House, which delayed his landing.

"Remember, hit them on the head."

Leon put down the modified Matilda in his hand and spoke seriously.

Patrick opened his mouth, but for a moment nothing came out.

Seeing that Leon seemed to want to come over to pull him, he quickly forced himself to get up from the ground and said, “You, you are finally here!”

Leon noticed that his attitude was a little strange, but he didn't care. Many White House agents were not very friendly to him because he was promoted too quickly. After rescuing Ashley two years ago, he was deeply trusted by President Graham. There were too many people who didn't like him.

Now is not the time to worry about these trivial matters. Leon was just about to ask the other party to go with him to see the president, but suddenly he heard a "bang" behind him. The door of a small office behind him was knocked open, and a female employee who had been infected and mutated walked out!
Leon was also startled, and immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger!
But there were obviously more than one enemy. The door of the office opposite was also knocked open, and another mutated White House official walked out and pounced on Leon.

There were more enemies rushing out from behind the female zombie, attacking from both sides. So without thinking, Leon reached out and pulled out the second Matilda from the holster under his ribs!
"Bang bang bang bang bang-!!"

Matilda originally had a burst fire function, and after being modified by Kendo's eldest brother, its performance reached the pinnacle. At this moment, in Leon's hands, the two guns flew back and forth, constantly spitting bullets, but they were not randomly fired. Almost every shot was aimed at a specific enemy, and no one missed!
In the eyes of Patrick who was standing across the corridor, Leon looked like he was holding two guns and dancing gracefully among the zombies!
He was stunned.

Until Leon's shout reached my ears: "Watch out behind you--!!"

Patrick came to his senses and turned around quickly, only to see that the door of another office behind him was also knocked open, and several zombies pounced towards him again!

"what!!"

Seeing this, Leon knew he could no longer hide his incompetence, so he immediately said, “Close your eyes!”

Although this statement was illogical, somehow, Patrick now had complete faith in Leon, whose ability he had previously doubted, and he closed his eyes tightly.

Then, he felt several strong winds flying around him, the closest one almost passed by his ear, and then he heard the sound of bullets hitting him and the sound of sharp blades entering flesh!
Even before that there was a loud shout: "Aiya--!!" "Bang-bang-bang-bang--"

"Pfft!!"

“Swish, swish, swish—!”

After a while of very strange noises, the groans and roars of the zombies that could be heard just now all disappeared, leaving only a long and steady breathing sound.

Patrick's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't control his curiosity, so he opened his eyes. Then, he saw a shocking scene.

In front of him, Leon stood sideways at the end of the corridor, holding a magical purple sword in his hand. There was still a lot of blood on the sword, but it was drying up at a very fast speed.

Leon stood there, his suit untied, the hem slightly lifted by the wind. The moonlight coming in from the window illuminated half of his face, outlining the distinct lines.

Patrick was dumbfounded again.

Until Leon looked at him and asked, "Can you still walk?"

Leon asked as he came up to Patrick and held out his hand.

If it was when he first met Leon, Patrick might have to struggle for a while before grabbing Leon's hand. But now, he shook it without hesitation. Then he realized that his legs were shaking.

But he still said: "I... can walk! Thank you!"

Leon just smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you to turn a blind eye to my carrying of restricted knives into the White House."

Patrick was stunned for a moment, until he saw the big sword in Leon's hand flashing with strange purple light, then he came to his senses and nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry! Definitely, definitely!"

Leon was also very satisfied with this. He pretended to put the night song in his hand against the wall and said, "Let's go and see Mr. President."

"Yes, sir!"

Unconsciously, Patrick even used honorifics to address Leon, and his attitude was very respectful, even more so than he treated Jason.

Patrick: Gradually turning into a fanboy.

The two then returned to the President's office. Although there were zombies wandering around on the road, there were not many of them. With two guns in hand, Leon easily wiped them out and returned safely.

When the two entered the office, Jason had already arrived.

Seeing Leon appear, President Graham's eyes lit up: "Leon!"

"Mr. President! Are you okay?"

……

Soon, everyone in the house began to get ready.

Jason took rifles from the weapons rack hidden in the wall of the office and distributed them to the agents, who also took their ammunition and replenished their supplies.

"Get ready, we're going to the bunker."

Two bodyguards are putting a bulletproof vest on President Graham, while Graham is talking to Leon:

"Are you sure it's a zombie?"

Leon was inspecting the rifle he had just received. He felt that it was not as easy to use as Matilda's, nor as convenient as Ye Ge's, but he would make do with it.

And he simultaneously replied: "It is indeed a zombie, sir. Sorry I am late."

Graham shook his head. "Not at all. You saved my daughter Ashley, so I owe you a favor. Besides, only if you are here can we get through this."

Lyon bowed his head slightly to express his gratitude, and Graham didn't say much.

However, the speaker may not have meant it, but the listener took it seriously. Wilson, who was also wearing a bulletproof vest, took the words to heart.

"Graham, you actually trust that agent so much... Heh, interesting."

Wilson curled the corner of his mouth, and had a new evil idea.

Graham finally sighed that he didn't expect the tragedy in Raccoon City would happen in the White House, but everyone was ready.

"Ready?"

Among the combatants, Jason had the highest seniority and rank, so he naturally began to give orders.

"Go, escort the president to the bunker! Use defensive formation, everyone stay alert!"

So, four agents, two bodyguards, and six fighters formed the tightest formation, protecting President Graham, Secretary of Defense Wilson, and staff member Ryan in the center, then left the office and rushed towards the bunker.

Jason and Leon, who have the strongest combat power and the most experience, took the lead naturally. They were responsible for clearing the way on the left and right. Any zombie who dared to show his head would be immediately greeted with a burst of shots in the face.

"Bang bang bang bang-!!"

At the rear, Shen Mei and Patrick were the last ones to leave, and two bodyguards were guarding the president and the other two in the middle. The group quickly broke through, entered the elevator, and arrived at the entrance of the bunker.

Once here, everyone relaxed a little. After using the code to open the bunker door and sending the three politicians in, Jason once again began to assign tasks.

"The backup force hasn't arrived yet. Let's go clean up the interior of the White House and search for any survivors."

He glanced at Patrick, whose spirit had changed: "You stay and protect the president."

Patrick was stunned, but he also realized that he was indeed inexperienced, so he nodded: "Yes!"

Jason looked at Leon and Shen Mei again: "You two, follow me!"

Before leaving, Jason looked at Leon again: "I look forward to your performance."

Leon didn't say much. Seeing Jason taking Shen Mei away first, he looked at Patrick instead: "Are you okay?"

Patrick was still in shock, but when he heard the question, he stood at attention:
"I'm fine!"

Leon smiled, patted his shoulder and encouraged him: “That’s good. Take good care of Mr. President.”

"Yes!"

Seeing that he had perked up, Leon left.

Patrick watched the bunker door slowly close and Leon's back gradually disappear, and he became a little distracted.

After a while, he turned around and began to care about the safety of the president and others.

"Are you okay, sir?"

President Graham and his staff member Ryan waved their hands without any response. Patrick was relieved and was about to go and restock his ammunition, but then he realized something was wrong.

"…Wait? Where's Mr. Wilson?"

——On the ground, inside the White House.

After returning to the ground, Jason, Shen Mei and Leon split up and looked for survivors respectively.

Shen Mei went upstairs, Leon went to the west wing, and Jason stayed in the east wing to search.

Just after they separated, Ye Ge, who had been hiding on Leon's waist as a pendant, flew out again: "Have you solved the trouble? Quick, quick, my blade is thirsty!"

Leon shook his head but said nothing. He held Ye Ge and began searching.

As for those zombies who were extremely unfortunate and appeared in front of him, they would naturally either be chopped in half by a sword or shot in the head with two bullets.

Lyon had a smooth journey.

At the same time, Jason and Shen Mei were also searching on their own. They also encountered zombies, but they also solved them with their own experience.

However, compared to Shen Mei's mainly cautious fighting style, Jason's style is to not care about his life. He would even take out his gun and reload bullets while striding towards the oncoming zombies, as if he was playing for a single heartbeat.

The three of them fought hard on their own, and the support troops that had been called long ago finally arrived, and the searchlights illuminated the corridors of the White House.

Seeing this, except Ye Ge who was a little dissatisfied, Lyon and the other two all breathed a sigh of relief.

Or at the same time.

Outside the White House, in a corner of a nearby street, with a "bang", Wilson, whose hands and feet were tied tightly, fell heavily to the ground.

Li You immediately appeared in front of him, showing his signature smile and saying the classic greeting: "Hello, Mr. Minister of Defense."

(End of this chapter)