Drift Of The Multiverse: [Marvel] [Resident Evil] [DC] [Bleach] [DB]

In the future, Leon would develop a peculiar trait: most vehicles he touched, whether cars or planes, rarely ended well.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Ethan still sat in the passenger seat. With his current strength, even a car crash wouldn't hurt him, while the two women sat in the back.

The back seat of a police car was extremely uncomfortable, with barely enough room to move one's legs. It was designed to restrict criminals' movement. Even if Ethan weren't a big, muscular man like Logan, it would still be quite uncomfortable.

So Selene and Claire considerately left the passenger seat for Ethan. The two of them, being much slimmer, sat in the back.

It looked like Claire was about to miss out on her "starting gear," but Ethan didn't let that awkward situation happen. As soon as he sat down, he rummaged around and found the pistol, then handed it to Claire in the back seat.

"Aren't you keeping it for yourself?"

Ethan smiled and nodded at the young woman, then pulled a Beretta from inside his coat (actually from his storage space), indicating that he already had a weapon.

"What exactly happened here?"

Leon assumed Ethan and Selene were locals. He had just arrived and hadn't even officially started his job yet, so he had no idea what was going on.

"I'm not sure either. Actually, I just got here too, and then I saw these zombie-like monsters everywhere."

Ethan didn't want to reveal too much too soon. Leon might be a little naive, but he wasn't stupid. If Ethan started spouting too much information, this righteous rookie cop might just try to arrest him.

Even if he were going to reveal the truth, it should only be after they had built a certain level of trust. Right now, they were still strangers.

"When I rode in, I think I saw you on the road."

Claire had felt the two looked familiar from the start. Now, she remembered that shortly after she rode into Raccoon City, there had been two people standing at the roadside. They must've been Ethan and Selene.

"Yeah. That's why we specifically followed you."

Claire didn't know how these two had managed to catch up to her on a motorcycle, but they seemed well-intentioned. She couldn't figure out why they hadn't stopped her earlier. Still, in an environment full of monsters, it wasn't fair to assume the worst of others.

She was a smart girl. Though she had many questions, she still expressed her thanks at this moment.

Whether or not it was due to Ethan's interference, the car didn't meet with any disaster this time. However, they couldn't continue forward either.

"The whole street is blocked by all kinds of debris. We might have to find some side paths."

Ethan tried hard to recall what he remembered from Resident Evil. He recalled that the official story often had the protagonists traveling through side routes. Although it was more troublesome on foot, it prevented them from being overwhelmed by the endless monsters on the main streets.

So the game's "escape route" involved winding through back alleys, minimizing encounters with monsters.

"Are you familiar with this place?"

"I only know the general direction."

Leon shook his head helplessly and pointed into the distance—the direction of the police station, which was also their current destination.

According to Leon, with something this serious happening in the city, the police station must have a final line of defense. There might be survivors there or people who knew what was going on.

At the very least, they could restock their weapons and ammunition. He only had one pistol with very few rounds left. Claire, aside from the pistol she'd just received, only had a dagger.

Ethan naturally had more than enough weapons, but there was no need to show them off for now, so he only took out a Beretta for the time being.

The one carrying the most weapons was Selene. She was used to carrying gear. Inside her trench coat were two Beretta 93R automatic pistols and plenty of spare magazines.

"Want to hear my suggestion?"

"What suggestion?"

Ahead on the street were several wandering zombies. These things were trivial in Ethan's eyes, but Leon, as a rookie cop, was a little nervous. He was torn between clearing them out carefully or rushing through the gaps. These monsters were slow to react and didn't move quickly.

"Try smashing their heads with melee weapons."

Ethan picked up a pipe from the roadside. He didn't know what it came from, but it was usable. He lifted it and charged straight at the nearest zombie, plunging the pipe into its head before it could react.

The virus had corroded the zombies' skulls, making them fragile. It didn't take much force to destroy them.

Ethan casually pulled the pipe back out, then returned to Leon's side.

"Pipes or fire axes work really well."

Leon nodded. He saw it too. These creatures were slow to react and move. As long as they didn't swarm all at once, they could easily be handled with a pipe or fire axe.

This also saved what little ammunition they had. However, this kind of task clearly wasn't suitable for the two women, so it seemed the work would fall to him and...

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Leon Kennedy."

They should have introduced themselves in the car, but with all the chaos, they'd forgotten. It wasn't until now that they realized they didn't even know each other's names.

"Claire Redfield."

Claire wasn't a fragile girl. Under her tough brother's influence, this nineteen-year-old had become just as resilient. Without needing a reminder, she had already picked up a pipe from the roadside.

"Selene."

Selene didn't pick up anything. But Claire and Leon both recognized the automatic pistols in her hands and felt reassured knowing someone was ready to provide covering fire if needed.

"Ethan."

Leon nodded and didn't ask further. Just knowing what to call him was enough. He looked around, eventually grabbing a similar iron rod, and began clearing the street with Ethan.

Fortunately, there weren't too many zombies. The two of them easily handled them. But their way forward was blocked, so they had to cut through a nearby alley.

There were also two zombies wandering in the alley. Ethan and Leon took care of them too. They didn't consider turning back, since a gun shop was right ahead.

Ethan had always wanted to complain about the shop owner. In a situation like this, he hadn't reinforced the giant floor-to-ceiling glass wall... Where did he get the confidence that it could stop zombies?

The four entered the gun shop and encountered the unlucky shop owner. This time, he didn't come over to lock the door—Ethan had already done it himself.

Before the owner could speak, Ethan pointed at the glass wall beside them. "You don't have a security shutter or anything?"

The owner seemed to realize his mistake and quickly activated the automatic shutter to cover the glass wall.

"Thanks for the reminder, young man." The shop owner extended his hand to shake Ethan's. "It's rare to see normal folks these days. Sorry I was a bit agitated earlier."

As soon as they'd entered, the owner had pointed a shotgun at them. Fortunately, he hadn't fired immediately. Otherwise, Ethan couldn't guarantee Leon, who entered first, wouldn't have been shot dead.

After all, this was the real world. No one knew if the guy's hand would tremble and pull the trigger.

"We're heading to the police station. Want to come with us?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. There are damn monsters everywhere." The shop owner didn't want to leave his stronghold. He had weapons here and felt it was safer to hold out.

But Ethan quickly shattered that illusion. "If the city really is overrun with those monsters, then staying here is just waiting to die. You've got plenty of weapons, but they're still limited. What about food and water? In a situation like this, do you think rescue will come in a couple of days?"

The owner thought it over and had to admit Ethan was right.

This was just a small shop, and he usually didn't store food or water. He could maybe hold out for a day or two. If no rescue came by then, he wouldn't even have the strength to run to safety.

"You're right."

The shop owner finally agreed to go with them and introduced himself: Robert Kendo. The team of four became five. Their next task was to make the best use of the resources here.

This was a gun shop. If they didn't take full advantage and stock up, were they really going to just walk out with two boxes of 9mm bullets like in the game?

After restocking on ammo and grabbing a few long guns, Leon breathed a sigh of relief. Now he didn't have to face a city full of zombies with only a pistol and a few bullets.

Even though he had enough ammo, Leon still took a fire axe. He felt Ethan's advice was solid. Against a small number of enemies, the axe worked better and wouldn't attract more attention like gunshots would.

At that moment, there was a sudden explosion outside. Given the chaos in the city, an explosion wasn't unusual, but this one sounded close.

Ethan suddenly had a strange feeling. Maybe the car they had abandoned earlier still hadn't escaped its predetermined fate.

(To be continued.)

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