Meanwhile, inside the butcher shop, Chris and Jill, led by Sheva, successfully met with Fisher, the contact person arranged by BSAA Headquarters.
Fisher was a middle-aged man in his forties, skilled in various infiltration and intelligence gathering methods, and was a dedicated intelligence contact for the West Africa BSAA region.
He wore a bulky white robe and a yellow-green vest, with his head wrapped in thick white cloth, dressed like a Middle Eastern individual.
After seeing Chris, Jill, and Sheva reveal their identities, he didn't hesitate.
He immediately took out several boxes from under the butcher shop counter and opened them.
Inside were a few bulletproof vests, pistol magazines, and other equipment and weapons, which could be described as very meager, but this was the equipment Chris and the others would use for their next operation.
This was because Chris had already removed all of his assault rifles and bulletproof vests and left them at the encampment.
He only had a knife and a sleeve arrow hidden in his arm bracer, and neither Jill nor Sheva carried any high-powered weapons.
The main purpose of this was to avoid unnecessary panic.
After all, if the residents of the town saw Chris and the others dressed in military attire, wearing bulletproof vests, and carrying several assault rifles or even RPGs, they would naturally panic.
It could easily attract the attention of terrorists within the town, so they had to act as discreetly as possible, relying on Fisher, the internal contact, to provide equipment and weapons.
Convenient pistols would make it easier for them to carry out their capture mission.
It's just a shame that Chris and the others didn't realize that 90% of the town's population had already been parasitized by the Plaga parasite and turned into monsters.
No matter what weapons they brought in, they wouldn't panic.
Moreover, they were going to slaughter this town later anyway, so there was no need to be so cautious.
Instead, only carrying a few small pistols would cause Chris and the others to suffer greatly.
Insufficient weapons and equipment have always been a common problem in Resident Evil.
Of course, part of the reason was also due to the carelessness of Chris and Leon, who always used common sense to judge and assess every mission.
This was a very wrong approach.
Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.
If every mission could be treated as a do-or-die situation, the chances of survival would greatly increase.
Unfortunately, Chris and Leon didn't.
"These are all the equipment and weapons I can provide you with."
"Ammunition is limited, use it carefully.
Gunshots will attract the attention of some terrorists in the town, and then Elvin, who is cautious, will easily detect it and take the opportunity to escape.
You only have one chance, you must capture Elvin.
All clues can only be extracted from his mouth."
"As for the transaction location, it's the town square behind us.
Based on past situations, Elvin always brings some of his subordinates to conduct transactions in the center of the square, very brazenly.
You must be careful."
After handing over the weapons and equipment to Chris and the others, Fisher slowly began to explain.
His auxiliary mission was over, and he had to return to BSAA Headquarters to report.
As for whether the mission could be completed, it was up to Chris and the others themselves.
After all, he was not a combat person, and he couldn't help with other matters, only providing as much useful intelligence as possible.
"Also, are you aware of the Ouroboros Plan?
This is information I secretly gathered in town.
Elvin is very likely related to the legendary Ouroboros Plan, and there might be an even bigger conspiracy hidden behind it…"
Before leaving, Fisher gave Chris and the others this final reminder.
The moment they heard the words "Ouroboros Plan," Chris and Jill exchanged glances, further confirming the possibility of Wesker appearing in this mission.
After all, the Ouroboros Plan was a plan personally set up by Wesker, specifically for his insane ideal of human evolution, which was utterly mad!
Without further delay, Chris, Jill, and Sheva, having obtained their weapons and equipment, immediately prepared to head to the square, but they unexpectedly ran into Javier and his two companions.
Upon seeing that Javier and his two companions were also in town, Chris and his two companions looked somewhat shocked and wanted to say something, but couldn't.
It wasn't possible to question Javier and his two companions why they didn't obey the orders of the West Africa BSAA and stay in the camp to wait; that would be too foolish.
Moreover, Javier and his two companions were not members of the BSAA, so why should they obey orders?
Therefore, out of helplessness, Chris acquiesced to the inclusion of Javier and his two companions and told Javier the information he had just learned, intending to see if Javier had any other ideas.
However,
"Ideas…?"
"I don't have any ideas, but I want to remind you of something: over 90% of the residents in this town are no longer normal people."
"If you encounter any sudden situations, do not approach them.
Just shoot them quickly with your guns, because you have been mistaken about one thing all along."
"You think you are carrying out a mission to infiltrate an innocent town and apprehend a black merchant drug dealer, trying to be as covert and quick as possible."
"However, in reality… 90% of the people in the town are the black merchant Elvin's informants.
You were discovered from the very beginning.
So what we are facing… is not the black merchant Elvin's subordinates, but the entire population of the town!"
Without any hesitation, Javier directly spoke the answer to Chris, Jill, and Sheva.
This cruel answer made Chris and Sheva very dissatisfied, and they couldn't help but frown.
They didn't believe Javier's words, because it seemed too outrageous.
Over 90% of the town's population being Elvin's informants? How was that possible?
If that were truly the case, why would he still conduct transactions so cautiously?
Wouldn't it be better to just become the local emperor of the town?
Moreover, they hadn't noticed anything unusual on their way there.
Apart from the local residents still being simple and honest, there were no signs of them being discovered, and their behavior was very normal.
How could they be Infected and turn into monsters, let alone all attack them!
"Javier…"
"This is too outrageous.
The entire town belongs to that black merchant Elvin… Do you have any evidence?"
Frowning tightly, Chris clearly found it hard to believe such a statement and solemnly asked Javier in a deep voice.
Regarding such a serious matter, he didn't want the other party to be joking, but without evidence, it would be impossible to prove the truthfulness of these words.
However, there was no need for so-called evidence.
"Ah ah ah ——————!!!"
In the next second, a piercing scream instantly rang out, a familiar scream that interrupted the rhythm.
Chris and Sheva, who were about to continue questioning Javier, were immediately drawn by this scream.
Ignoring any further details, after exchanging glances, they all quickly rushed towards the direction of the scream, weapons in hand.
The most important thing was to save lives first.
"Thump, thump, thump…!!!"
"Thump, thump, thump…!!!"
Accompanied by hurried footsteps, Chris and the others quickly saw an extremely terrifying scene.
A local West African was quickly surrounded by several thugs, who held his hands down on the ground and forcibly pried open his mouth.
They took out an indescribable tumor-like object from their stomach, which even had a few twisted tentacles on it.
And in the terrified eyes of the man on the ground, this tumor-like object was forcibly shoved into his mouth.
A muffled sob slowly sounded.
Chris and the others, witnessing such a horrifying scene, frowned, their faces full of discomfort.
A fist-sized object forcibly stuffed into one's mouth, and even having to swallow it, the pain was simply unimaginable!
"Stop it—!"
"Let him go, or I'll shoot, do you hear me—?!"
At this moment, Jill, who reacted in time from the crowd, quickly and decisively shouted to stop such a terrifying act of violence.
Her silver Beretta pistol was held high, ready to fire at any moment.
Everyone else was still immersed in the horrifying and uncomfortable scene they had just witnessed.
Only Jill had reacted, quickly intervening.
This showed that Jill was the action-taker among them.
Of course, it was also possible that the scene in front of her was too disgusting, forcing Jill to snap back to reality.
"Ugh…"
"Ho ho…?!! "
Upon hearing Jill's shout, the thugs holding down the man on the ground suddenly turned their heads and looked at Jill, Chris, and the others.
Then they let out strange whimpering sounds from their mouths.
After that, they no longer bothered with the man on the ground.
They decisively let go and scattered, each fleeing.
Before long, the iron shed at the street corner immediately became quiet, leaving only the man lying on the ground, trembling and slowly getting up.
"Hey, are you alright…?"
"How do you feel, do you have any strange sensations?"
Seeing all the thugs scatter and the man on the ground looking pale and uncomfortable, Chris, feeling a surge of kindness, slowly walked forward.
His gaze was fixed on the man in front of him as he tentatively reached out and asked.
"Stop, Chris—!"
"Don't go over there… heed my advice, he has already been Infected and turned into a monster, Jill, be on guard.
When he attacks after being Infected, immediately shoot him dead, without the slightest hesitation or mercy!"
Just as Chris was about to approach the West African in front of him, Javier, who was beside him, decisively spoke to stop him.
He pulled the kind-hearted Chris back and sternly ordered Jill beside him.
Compared to the impulsive and stubborn Chris, Jill was relatively more obedient.
Chris had already experienced dozens of Resident Evil incidents and seen countless Infected, yet he still had the habit of casually approaching Infected individuals.
This was a very serious mistake.
Javier's rich experience told him that any Infected person who became Infected under his nose—no, even injured individuals of unknown origin—should be treated with a certain level of vigilance.
Otherwise, you would never know when such a time-bomb-like Infected person would attack you.
Never gamble with your life.
If you bet correctly, it's fine, but if you bet wrong, it's completely over.
This was the real Resident Evil world, with no such thing as saving and restarting, so Javier always maintained vigilance.
Of course, it was also possible that Chris had never encountered such a case.
After all, previous Infected individuals had always mutated after being bitten by zombies.
But this West African, however, had a lump of flesh shoved into his mouth.
This didn't look like a viral infection at all, so Chris had slightly relaxed his guard.
"Yes, Chris,"
"Be careful, come back quickly, trust Javier's judgment…!"
Upon hearing the command, Jill decisively raised her pistol, aiming at the West African man's head, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
She had great faith in Javier's judgment.
From the very beginning, when Javier said that over 90% of the people in this town were not normal, Jill had believed his judgment.
Therefore, she was now executing the order without the slightest hesitation or wavering.
And what was quite interesting was that, compared to Chris, Javier seemed to be the leader of the team, because Jill always listened to Javier's words.