...
After leaving the gun store, a taxi happened to be parked by the roadside. Shen Ye thought to himself that his luck was good and waved at the taxi.
"Hey, buddy, where are you headed?" The taxi driver was a Black man. Perhaps seeing that Shen Ye wasn't a local, he was extremely enthusiastic.
"Out of the city, to the Akele Mountain area." Shen Ye first threw his backpack into the back seat, then sat in the passenger seat before speaking.
"Buddy, are you kidding me?" As expected, hearing it was to the Akele Mountain area, the Black driver looked surprised: "Don't you know what happened there? Damn it, several people have already died there."
"Of course I know, and I'm not kidding you. Let's go now." Shen Ye glanced at the time in the car; it was already past six, and he urged him.
"No," the Black driver raised his voice, anger suppressing his desire for money: "Sir, please get out of the car, or else I..."
But halfway through his sentence, the Black driver's expression changed from anger to fear, because Shen Ye had already pulled out the Glock pistol.
"Or else what?" Shen Ye pressed the gun against the Black driver's waist, searching him and the driver's seat as he spoke.
"Or else I can only take you there, but that area has already been cordoned off by the police," the Black man said somewhat despairingly. The professionalism of this Easterner had made him completely give up any thought of resistance.
"That's your problem to solve," Shen Ye put away the M1911 pistol he had found on the Black driver and continued: "The Akele Mountain area is so big; the police can't possibly cordon off all of it. And since you're a taxi driver in Raccoon City, you must be very familiar with the surrounding environment of Raccoon City, so you definitely have a way to get through."
The Black driver couldn't refute Shen Ye's words. Indeed, as a taxi driver, familiarity with the terrain was the most basic professional quality.
"Okay, okay, I'll take you, just please don't hurt me." The Black driver said with a mournful face and started the taxi.
Just as Shen Ye had thought, Raccoon City's police force was not enough to cordon off all exits. As they were about to leave the city, the Black driver drove the taxi into a hidden path.
After a bumpy ride, the taxi successfully left the city, and the Black driver then drove the car onto the highway via the small path.
About ten minutes later, the taxi arrived at a densely vegetated section of the road. At this point, Shen Ye knocked on the door and called out:
"This is far enough. Stop the car."
The Black driver immediately braked, turned off the engine, quickly got out of the car, skillfully pulled out all the cash on him and placed it on the hood, then clasped his hands behind his head and knelt beside the taxi.
"Sir, please don't kill me. I still have several children to feed," the Black driver looked at Shen Ye, his voice full of pleading.
Shen Ye was stunned by his practiced actions for a long time before he came back to his senses, sighing that it was indeed the beautiful country, with such talents.
Clearing his throat a few times, Shen Ye aimed the pistol at the Black driver and asked, "That's a bit difficult, after all, you've seen my face."
"No, no, no..." The Black driver quickly said, "I can't remember your face at all. In fact, for me, you Asians basically all look the same."
Shen Ye agreed with this. He also couldn't remember foreigners' faces.
"Alright, I was just joking with you. I am Hao Ren (Good Person), and I definitely won't kill indiscriminately." Shen Ye moved the muzzle to the side; he had no intention of killing this unlucky driver in the first place.
"Thank you, thank you..." Seeing that Shen Ye didn't seem to be lying to him, the Black driver breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to stand up. He remained kneeling on the ground, hands clasped together, ingratiatingly muttering.
Shen Ye smiled and ignored him, throwing his backpack onto the taxi's hood, opening it, taking out bullets and magazines, and using a speed loader to load them.
Half an hour later, Shen Ye had filled all the magazines with bullets. He looked at the time in the car again; it was already past seven, but there was still some time before Alpha Team departed.
After waiting for a while, Shen Ye simply took out a cigarette and started smoking. After smoking almost half a pack of cigarettes, he finally heard the roar of a helicopter propeller.
S.T.A.R.S.'s Alpha Team had arrived.
Watching the helicopter fly past, Shen Ye threw the half-smoked cigarette onto the ground, ground it with his toe, and said to the Black driver who was still kneeling: "You can go now."
The Black driver, whose legs were numb from kneeling, looked at Shen Ye in surprise: "You... you really won't kill me?"
Shen Ye was too lazy to answer this boring question. He slung his bag over his shoulder, carrying an AR15, and walked in the direction the helicopter had flown. After a few steps, he turned back to the Black driver and said, "If possible, you'd best leave Raccoon City early."
"Why?" The Black driver looked bewildered.
Shen Ye forcefully pulled the gun's bolt to chamber a round and said fiercely, "Because this place is about to become hell."
...
Inside the forest, Shen Ye cautiously advanced in the direction of the gunshots.
He knew, of course, that Alpha Team had encountered a zombie dog ambush while inspecting Bravo Team's helicopter, which made him have to be alert.
To be honest, no matter how brave he was or how good his mindset, walking alone in a jungle where zombies could appear at any moment still made him a little nervous.
Suddenly, there was a rustle in the bushes not far away. Shen Ye stopped, quickly pointed his gun in that direction, and the flashlight tied to the muzzle illuminated the area brightly.
Under the light, a rabbit jumped out of the bushes in a panic.
Seeing it was a rabbit, Shen Ye immediately breathed a sigh of relief, muttering, "Still too nervous."
Composing himself, Shen Ye continued forward. He could no longer hear gunshots, and he could only pray that he hadn't gone in the wrong direction earlier.
Perhaps the lucky goddess was truly watching him, because about ten minutes later, he found the crashed helicopter that Bravo Team had been in, in a clearing.
Shen Ye immediately quickened his pace, approaching the helicopter. He planned to inspect the helicopter before entering the mansion to see if he could find anything useful.
Although he carried a lot of ammunition, civilian firearms simply couldn't compare to police-issue standard equipment. If he could find well-preserved firearms or throwables, that would be even better.
But unfortunately, the crashed helicopter had self-ignited, and the inside was completely burnt, leaving nothing behind.
Sighing helplessly, Shen Ye could only leave with regret.
In fact, by now, he no longer needed to determine the direction, because there were footprints all around the helicopter. Even without using the reconnaissance skills he had learned in the reconnaissance company, he could find the location of the mansion based on the footprints.
Indeed, guided by the footprints, Shen Ye soon saw an ancient building standing in the jungle.
The moment he saw the ancient building, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, highlighting an intense atmosphere of horror, and at the same time, the system's prompt sounded in his mind:
[Resident Evil Trilogy Side Mission One, Mansion Incident activated]
[Tip: This mission is not mandatory, and there is no penalty for failure]