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If you're lucky, you died on the spot from that blow.
If you're unlucky, what follows will be worse than death!
He pushed open the car door and crawled out on all fours before the zombies completely surrounded him.
It doesn't seem exciting enough.
Shizuka Marikawa's face turned deathly pale.
But he did not plead for leniency.
She remembered what Zhou Ye had said earlier.
The word "clean up".
The armored vehicle continued its advance.
They left the school bus and its screams behind.
Chapter 68 Jill at the Police Station
Meanwhile, at the Raccoon City Police Department.
After the sudden outbreak of the biohazard crisis, Gil Valentine was pulled back to the police station, or rather, the ruins of the police station.
She is now fully armed.
The M4A1 carbine was cold to the touch.
He also had a Remington M870 shotgun slung across his back, which looked quite heavy.
On his tactical belt, a Glock 17 pistol was holstered in a quick-draw holster, with rifle and pistol magazines hanging around it.
A thick bulletproof vest covered her upper body, with extra ammunition also being secured in place.
The square in front of the police station has been turned into a makeshift position.
Overturned police cars, sandbags, and some hastily towed office furniture formed a few sparse lines of defense.
Jill, along with a dozen or so National Guard soldiers in city camouflage and a few surviving police officers, formed the outer firing point.
"They're coming up again!"
A young National Guard member's voice trembled as his gun spat intermittent fire.
At the end of the street, a dark mass of people surged in like a tide.
Zombies.
The former citizens are now swaying, roaring monsters that crave flesh and blood.
"Stay calm! Aim for the head!" Jill shouted as she pulled the trigger.
[Bang! Bang! Bang!]
The M4A1's burst fire is precise and deadly.
Three bullets shattered three rotting heads, sending red and white filth flying everywhere.
"Only headshots! Remember, only headshots can stop them!" Jill emphasized again.
This is not a drill.
This 17 is not a firing range.
This is hell.
She changed to a new magazine with fluid and swift movements, as if she had practiced it a thousand times.
"Damn it, there are too many! We can't kill them all!" an experienced policeman cursed angrily. Every shot from his shotgun blasted away a chunk of flesh, but the number of zombies seemed to have not decreased at all.
"Ammunition! I'm running out of ammunition!" a soldier cried out in despair.
Panic spread across the defenses like a virus.
Jill didn't speak, she just calmly fired.
Every bullet aims to take away a moving target.
But she also knew that this couldn't go on forever.
The ammunition was being used up too quickly.
These National Guard members, despite being well-equipped, were far from adequate in terms of mental fortitude and combat skills when facing such an unimaginable enemy.
Many bullets hit the zombies' torsos, splattering some rotting flesh but doing nothing to stop their advance.
"Conserve ammunition! Fire with precision!"
The person in charge at the scene was a middle-aged man in a police inspector's uniform. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his voice was hoarse from shouting continuously.
"Jones! Where the hell are you shooting?! The head! Shoot them in the head!"
The police inspector roared at a soldier who was firing wildly.
The soldier named Jones trembled, becoming even more flustered.
"Sir! They...they're not afraid!"
"Useless!" the police inspector spat.
Jill frowned slightly.
At times like these, accusations and insults will only make things worse.
But she had no right to interfere with the command of the National Guard.
She was just a STARS member who had been temporarily recalled to assist with the defense.
"Behind us! There's one behind us too!" A terrified scream came from the flank and rear of the defensive line.
Suddenly, several zombies appeared from the alleyway next to the police station and rushed towards the weakly defended area.
"Damn it!" The police inspector's face turned ashen. "Second squad, go and plug the gap!"
Several soldiers hurriedly turned their guns around.
But it was already late.
A heart-wrenching scream rang out.
A soldier was tackled to the ground, and the zombies swarmed him like sharks smelling blood.
"Save me! Save..."
The sound abruptly stopped, replaced by terrifying sounds of chewing and tearing.
Jill turned her gun in that direction and fired several precise shots, taking down the zombie that was devouring it.
But that soldier was beyond saving.
His body was torn to pieces.
"Hold on! Everyone hold on!"
The police inspector's voice trembled slightly as he drew his pistol and began firing.
"Ammunition! We need ammunition support!" he roared into the communicator.
There was only a hissing sound from the communicator.
"Shit!" The police inspector slammed his fist into the police car next to him.
"Jill!"
He looked at Jill,
"How much ammunition do you have?"
Jill quickly checked:
"Two rifle magazines left, three pistol magazines left, and two shotgun shells left."
The police inspector's face grew even uglier.
Even STARS' elites are running out of ammunition and supplies.
How long can these ordinary police officers and the hastily recruited National Guard hold out?
"We must retreat."
Jill said calmly, "The defenses here can't hold."
"Retreat? Where can we retreat to?"
The police inspector asked in return, his tone filled with helplessness and despair.
The entire Raccoon City has become a living hell.
“There are several reinforced armored police vehicles in the police station’s underground parking lot,” Jill said.
"That is our only hope."
The police inspector looked at the ever-growing horde of zombies ahead, and then at the soldiers around him, whose morale was low and who were running out of ammunition.
He knew Jill was right.
If they continue to hold out, the only outcome will be total annihilation.
"Attention everyone!" The police inspector took a deep breath and shouted with all his might.
"Prepare to evacuate! Target: underground parking lot! Provide alternating cover and move towards the parking lot entrance!"
"Repeat! Prepare for evacuation!"
Upon receiving the order, the surviving soldiers grasped at a straw, yet also heard the death knell of doom.
Their faces showed a complex mix of emotions: fear, confusion, and a faint will to survive.
"First squad, cover! Second squad, third squad, follow me! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" The police inspector waved his arms.
"Jill! You cover our retreat!"
“Understood.” Jill had no objections.
At times like these, someone needs to take on the most dangerous tasks.