However, Gun Kata is used for curved shots with a stick-like object, and Riding is used to subdue chaste and fiery horses in bed. Javier felt his thoughts were getting stranger and stranger. Damn it… Lust is like a tiger descending a mountain, a steel knife scraping bone. How could he be so negligent! Ahem… He promised himself he'd have at least two chaste and fiery horses!
Back to the main topic, no more dirty jokes, let's get serious.
After clearing the Resident Evil 1 dungeon, Javier gained a large amount of points and completed multiple side quests, such as helping Lisa find her mother's remains, relieving Lisa's pain, and killing Wesker, etc. Aside from not finding a T-Virus sample, Javier completed almost everything.
Therefore, the rewards were also very generous.
In addition to a Riding skill reward, Javier also purchased two useful skills: [My OK Bandage] and [Ancient Martial Arts: Eight Extremities Fist]—
[Name: My OK Bandage]
[Effect: Purchase and use an OK Bandage. When a wound appears, immediately apply it for healing. After one minute, 2% of health can be restored. Jay Chou: Thank you for encouraging me, you gave me courage, letting me take steps forward together. I know I know, you are my OK Bandage, at every moment…]
[Remark: As long as I apply enough bandages, rolling myself into a mummy, this skill will be a continuous healing skill—! Jay Chou: Oh, that's cool!]
Good heavens!
When Javier first saw this skill, he was stunned. He didn't expect this little thing to be so powerful. Although it was just an OK Bandage and the skill took time to activate, it truly became a continuous healing skill if enough were applied. It was simply a divine skill. Javier estimated he would need to carry a large pack of bandages with him whenever he went out from now on.
The other skill—
[Ancient Martial Arts: Eight Extremities Fist] was Javier's simple desire to make up for his close-quarters combat ability. After all, when Javier and Wesker had their 1v1 duel, Wesker, relying on Old K possessing him, was indeed more than a little stronger in close combat. After he fused with the Progenitor Virus, he became even more abnormal, directly gaining instant movement and Pai Yun Palm. He had to be wary.
Therefore, Javier needed to strengthen his close combat. As for whether the sudden appearance of oriental mysterious elements in the Resident Evil world would be too abrupt? Javier said… he didn't care, as long as he thought it was cool. After all, this was a national martial art—!
Chapter 2: Anime-style Beginning
And besides these—
Javier also used his remaining points to strengthen the Desert Eagle pistol. As a weapon he needed to carry for a long time, Javier naturally couldn't forget this gun. While the M500 Revolver was powerful,
it wasn't a semi-automatic pistol. The troublesome reloading, excessive weight, and difficulty in carrying it made it impossible for Javier to consider.
Therefore, the Desert Eagle, with its moderate power, remained the preferred firearm for fighting zombies… Its power was slightly increased, and its magazine capacity also changed from the original 8 rounds to 10 rounds. Don't ask how the bullet capacity increased; if you ask, it's dimensional expansion.
Of course,
besides the pistol, essential melee weapons were also indispensable. Among typical melee weapons like the tactical axe, military shovel, and military knife, Javier still chose the cool military knife, and it was the Nepalese khukuri, which was ridiculously hyped in online games.
Nepalese khukuri—
Also known as the Gurkha knife or Dog Leg Knife, it is a typical recurved knife. Because its belly is wider and its blade curves upwards, resembling a dog's leg, it is called a Dog Leg Knife. It is also recognized as the most mechanically sound recurved knife in the world.
And all these descriptions above didn't really exaggerate this famous knife. In reality, the Nepalese khukuri has obvious pros and cons and is not as powerful as rumored.
Firstly, the advantages… The spine of this knife is relatively thick and heavy, suitable for chopping. In terms of chopping attacks, it has greater lethality than other blades and is difficult to parry.
Generally, as long as it hits areas like the neck or arms, it can basically cut to the bone or even break the bone in one strike. The neck is instantly fatal, so its power is immense.
But the disadvantages are also obvious.
It's tiring to use. This type of knife is not light and is very strenuous to use. It's also larger than ordinary blades, making it very inflexible. Designed specifically for chopping, its thrusting and piercing ability is extremely weak, and it also lacks a guard, making it easy to slip from the hand and cut oneself after getting a lot of blood on it.
Therefore, it's not that miraculous.
In fact, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.
But why was Javier still so insistent on the Dog Leg Knife? Mainly because it's very convenient for chopping bones. Because zombies aren't that fragile; they are still human flesh infected.
To kill them with a melee weapon, a typical tactical dagger is very difficult to use. Instead, the Dog Leg Knife is more convenient; one chop can sever a bone. That's why Javier chose the Dog Leg Knife as his melee weapon…
[Name: Desert Eagle.A50E]
[Effect: Power increased by 0.8 times, upper limit 2 times]
[Effect: Recoil reduced by 0.8 times, upper limit 2 times]
[Effect: Magazine capacity increased by 2 rounds, upper limit 15 rounds]
…
[Name: Nepalese khukuri]
[Effect: "Dog Leg" hits to limbs and other joint areas deal double damage. Wear can be repaired with points, durability can be upgraded with points…]
A small wave of upgrades,
brought Javier a significant boost.
Unfortunately, he still hasn't escaped the realm of "humans." He also doesn't know if Javier can survive this Raccoon City virus outbreak. After all, even though Javier looks like he has maxed out his proficiency, there's a big difference between playing a game and reality. After all, here there's an added butterfly effect, making it hard to guarantee that no accidents will happen.
But for now…
How about we look at other perspectives first?
…
Colorado, USA—
The sun was bright, and the weather was pleasant. Inside a solemn police academy, countless cadets stood in straight rows, heads held high, faces beaming with smiles of anticipation for a new life tomorrow. For today was an important day; they had finally finished their training at the police academy, and today was their graduation.
In front of them, colorful flags fluttered,
and various delicious food platters and champagne towers were neatly arranged, all to celebrate their graduation ceremony. Among them, a young man with a boyish split haircut stood out. Yes… that's right, the split-haired young man.
At this moment, Leon Scott Kennedy was in his youthful prime.
He had no sharp gaze, no cold face, no handsome stubble or melancholic aura. His eyes were slightly clear and innocent, and his expression was a dazed, honest look, completely that of a tender little puppy.
But his handsome flaxen middle part, even at his young age, had already won him many misty, alluring glances from the police academy girls.
Although the male-to-female ratio in American police academies, and indeed many police academies, is very high,
for example, 9:1 or even 7:3,
this still didn't hinder these young men and women, yearning for youth, from pursuing love. Of course, to be honest, they didn't understand what love or affection truly meant at that time; it was just the simple stirring of adolescent desires, wanting to experience a passionate mating season of spring animals.
Of course,
that being said,
our Leon didn't think that way. As an ambitious young man, his current aspiration was to become an excellent police officer, dedicated to helping the weak, punishing evil and promoting good, and acting on behalf of heaven, taking pride in serving his country!
And Leon was indeed a somewhat famous figure in the police academy. Not only was he handsome, but he also had excellent grades and was good at reverse thinking, often inferring from one example. Such a cadet was well-liked by instructors and also favored by some female cadets.
After all, in America,
many young, innocent blossoms were drawn to this type: handsome, cool, bad, and smart boys. This made it very hard for them to refuse.
However,
just as Leon was lost in thought, a voice suddenly interrupted him:
"Leon, come here…!"
"Kid, it's your turn now.
Do you have any thoughts of your own?
If not, I plan to transfer you to the police department in this town to serve as a probationary officer.
After all, you've been at the police academy for so many years, you're very familiar with the environment here, and patrolling will be very convenient.
Plus, the town is very peaceful, and the crime rate isn't that high.
So, what do you think?"
A pot-bellied police academy instructor in the distance waved at Leon, his expression very serious, holding a large stack of documents in his hand, though it was unclear what was on them.
This person was none other than Leon's training instructor at the police academy, Instructor Payton.
He was an overweight white middle-aged man; it's very common for American police officers to exceed their fat limits.
Don't underestimate these pot-bellied police officers; if they really start running, you might not necessarily outrun these agile fat guys.
As for Instructor Payton, he intended to discuss the issue of post-graduation employment with Leon.
Generally, students who graduate from the police academy are assigned to police departments in various states.
They usually stay in the police department where the original police academy is located because they are familiar enough with the environment, and it's very convenient for case handling and training.
Of course, there are also some ambitious individuals who want to achieve great things.
They will voluntarily transfer to police headquarters in some cities.
After all, there's a huge difference between a small town's police department and a city's headquarters.
Therefore, Instructor Payton intended to ask Leon for his thoughts because he thought highly of this child.
He was very intelligent and clever; apart from being a bit sharp-tongued, he was excellent in all other aspects!
"Sorry, Instructor Payton,"
"I don't want to stay in the small town.
Although it's peaceful and serene, it's clearly not a match for me.
I'm still young, and I prefer places with bigger challenges."
"The city's headquarters police department can help me greatly expand my capabilities.
After all, young people are always ambitious, and I've already decided where to go: Raccoon City Police Department… I think that's a very good place.
I have a premonition!"
Undoubtedly, facing Instructor Payton's question, Leon truthfully spoke his mind.
And facing this answer, Instructor Payton was not surprised.
After all, he knew Leon would probably answer this way.
"Alright, I respect your choice, Leon,"
"However, it's worth noting that Raccoon City is not peaceful right now.
Not long ago, there was a sensational serial murder case, which is very troublesome.
It will be very difficult for newcomers like you to handle, but I believe in you.
Fill out the information, and go report tomorrow.
Chief Brian there will arrange everything for you."
"Also, I wish you all the best, Leon.
I think highly of you, and I hope that when I hear your name next year, you will no longer be a probationary officer!"
Hearing Leon's words, Instructor Payton nodded and then took out a data form and handed it over.
It was specifically for filling in information, including the police department to which he wanted to transfer.
"Thank you for your blessing, Instructor Payton…"
In response, Leon accepted it without hesitation.
Yes, just as he had just said, Leon liked challenging things.
And the Raccoon City Police Department headquarters in his home state of Colorado was a very suitable place for Leon to gain experience.
In addition, there have been many bizarre cases in Raccoon City recently.
Leon clearly knew this was an opportunity.
If he, a rookie probationary officer, could solve multiple cases, then the opportunity for promotion and a salary increase would come quickly.
However, at this moment, Leon, who was thinking happily, did not know that what awaited him in Raccoon City was neither cases for promotion and salary increases, nor a stepping stone to the pinnacle of life, but an unforgettable terrifying memory—!
…
After filling out the form, Leon sat alone at a nearby table, enjoying dessert, looking unapproachable.
His mind was fantasizing about joining the Raccoon City Police Department, quickly solving cases, getting promoted and a raise, marrying a beautiful rich woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life.
He completely ignored the subtle glances from several female police academy students in the distance.
It wasn't until his good friend came over to talk that the quiet atmosphere was broken.
"Hey!"
"Leon, what's wrong with you, man?
I heard Instructor Payton say that you're going to transfer to the Raccoon City headquarters police department?
That place is very far from the small town, and the city's headquarters police department is completely different from a rural police department.
You really don't think it's easy to get by there, do you?"
"And what's so bad about being in a small town?
The place is familiar, patrolling is convenient, and the crime rate is low.
You just wander around all day, going to and from work.
Even if you go to a bar to relax, the girls in the bar will wink at us, you know, because the police profession is still very prestigious in a small town.
Hey, hey… are you even listening to me?"
A tall, thin blonde white man suddenly hooked his arm around Leon's neck, bringing his face close to him and starting to chatter incessantly.
Leon, however, was too lazy to bother with this friend and simply closed his eyes helplessly, entering an 'in one ear, out the other' mode.
This blonde white man was named Ryan.
He was Leon's only relatively good friend during his time at the police academy, a second-generation rich kid from the town.
His parents ran a logistics business, which was very profitable in a sparsely populated small town like this, so their family background was good.
And he himself was still a playboy, often partying in bars until dawn.
Facing this friend, Leon could only feel both love and hate, after all, they were cronies…
"Forget it, Ryan,"
"You, man, don't get sent to the ICU for treatment due to excessive indulgence before you even become a police officer.
Drinking and chasing girls all day, you had dark circles like a panda from the zoo at the graduation ceremony today.
It's a good thing Instructor Payton didn't scold you!
Otherwise, you'd be in for it…"
Pushing away his friend's wandering hand, Leon helplessly tried to persuade him.
Unfortunately… this had absolutely no effect on Ryan, the playboy.
Instead, Ryan directly and forcefully arranged tonight's celebration party.
"Tsk! Don't bring up those boring things,"
"I promise I'll start being disciplined tomorrow, starting tomorrow.
But tonight's graduation ceremony celebration will still be arranged by me.
You can't not show up!
I've booked out the Drunken Bar and invited many pretty girls from the town to celebrate.
It cost a lot of money, so don't you dare disrespect me, you bastard!
You absolutely must come!"
"Tonight, us good friends are parting ways, so we have to celebrate properly until we're drunk.
It's a promise, no backing out!"
Facing Leon's persuasion, Ryan immediately countered by setting a trap for him.
Helpless, Leon could only shake his head and reluctantly agreed to go to the bar.
There was nothing he could do… this was indeed their last gathering; tomorrow, they would each go to other police departments to start their jobs.
So, Leon reluctantly agreed.
Little did he know… this was also a choice that would change his life.
After all, Leon couldn't possibly imagine that tomorrow he would be late because he got drunk, and coincidentally, he would encounter the T-Virus outbreak in Raccoon City—!
…
Meanwhile, Javier, after getting off work from the police department, leisurely wandered the streets of Raccoon City, carrying some calorie-bomb KFC burger meals.
His gaze was focused on any unusual movements behind him, because Javier could clearly feel someone following him, most likely surveillance personnel sent by Chief Brian.
This was the treatment their S.T.A.R.S team currently received.
Aside from hiding at home, they were basically monitored wherever they went, with absolutely no personal freedom to speak of.
And Lisa was one of the most miserable surveillance targets, because she herself had no freedom, only confined at home, absolutely unable to leave even half a step.
It was no different from house arrest.
Outside were police officers monitoring her, and they were licensed types.
Lisa had no way to run.
Lisa had been going crazy staying in her room for the past ten-plus days.