Before the evening news ended, the host was singing praises to the umbrella as usual, and then a masked man and a woman rushed in and interrupted the live broadcast.
"Sorry, everyone, I have to change the host today!"
Seeing the ferocious masked man, all the staff in the lobby were a little dumbfounded. The public security in Raccoon City cannot be said to be without picking up items on the road, but basically there are very few vicious cases, so everyone doesn't know what to do in the face of the masked thugs.
If you do, you can only obediently raise the French military salute.
"Sir, if you have any opinions, you can tell me..."
Because the director of the TV station is working remotely, the deputy director of Mediterranean, who has no power or hair, can only stand up and communicate with Chen Mo.
"Call me Bane!"
Jill:???
So who is Bain? Isn’t it Leon Kennedy as promised?
"Mr. Bain, you..."
Before the deputy director finished speaking, Chen Mo had already walked into the studio, then pulled up a stool and sat in front of the camera.
"uh-huh!"
Chen Mo tilted his head towards Jill, who could only tell the deputy director in a calm tone to resume the program.
"Sir, the entire city has fallen into crisis. A very dangerous infectious virus has leaked. Those infected have begun to attack civilians indiscriminately on the streets. We want to remind all citizens to take precautions!"
"Is today an April Fool's joke?"
The deputy director was furious when he heard this. Even armed gangsters could not do such an insult to the credibility of the media.
"Kata!"
After hearing the sound of Chen Mo turning away the revolver hammer, the deputy director immediately said that as media people, we must inform the whole city of the crisis as soon as possible and strive to minimize the losses. For this reason, he kicked him away without blinking.
The photographer accepts the control of the camera position and strives to shoot Mr. Bain from the best angle.
"Mr. Bain, the live broadcast will resume in five seconds!"
As the signal was given, Chen Mo also greeted the residents of Raccoon City leisurely.
"Hello fellow residents of Gotham!"
"Was Raccoon City originally called Gotham?"
Jill looked at the oldest deputy director in confusion, and the latter shook his head and said that he was actually only thirty-three.
"Everyone should be aware of the recent series of terrorist incidents. I want to tell you that yes, this is true. The biochemical virus developed by the Umbrella Company leaked and contaminated the entire city!"
"I know you are scared, very scared, and think that as soon as you wake up, the police and the army will come to save you. No, you are wrong. The umbrella has regarded the entire city as an experimental site. Before they get satisfactory data,
, no one will come to save you!"
"Then we just give up? Just let those monsters eat us up and wipe us clean, and then use our broken bodies to kill other innocent people?"
"No, citizens of Raccoon City, look around you, look at your parents, wives and children. The only one you can rely on now is you. The only one who can save you is you. The savior does not exist. You are longing for God's
Help, then why don’t you ask God why he allows these monsters to wreak havoc! Without fear, how can there be courage? This is your city, your home. If you don’t have the confidence to save it, then who can you expect to save you?”
"Citizens of Raccoon City, I am Bane, and I am with you! Next, I will show you how to fight these monsters. As long as you pay attention and be cautious, we can all survive!"
Chen Mo stood up and left the studio. His speech alone could not bring a ray of light to this dark night. The only thing that could bring hope and warmth was the flame!
"Mr. Station Director, do you have the guts to do a live broadcast with me? Don't worry, we will ensure your safety!"
The thirty-three-year-old deputy director scratched his short hair, then gritted his teeth and agreed. He first ordered all the employees who were still at the station to block the entrances and exits of the building, and then arranged for everyone to pass through the roof of the building.
The interview helicopter went directly to the Armed Nation Gun Store, which is currently the only absolutely safe shelter in Raccoon City. He followed Chen Mo downstairs carrying the equipment.
The group of people walked out of the broadcast hall. A modified bus with armored fences was waiting downstairs. The gun shop owner, wearing a vest and holding a shotgun, sat on the roof of the bus and watched the surrounding situation vigilantly.
"Mr. Bain, we are ready!"
The person in charge of driving was the boss's clerk, a young man named Jack. He gave Chen Mo a thumbs up.
"We heard what you said, it was great!"
"Thanks!"
When Chen Mo returned to the car, he replenished his bullet belt with ammunition. The bullets came from free sponsorship from armed countries. The owner of the gun shop promised that as long as he was alive, all Chen Mo's purchases in his store would be free.
The deputy director has already set up the machine and is ready to wait for Chen Mo to start his teaching.
"Sir, there is a situation ahead!"
The bus stopped in front of a construction site. In front of the bus were a dozen miserable civil engineering men. When they were attacked by zombies, they were still working overtime to clear dust. As a result, they all became part of the zombie army.
There was a big brother wearing a helmet and reflective safety clothing who never let go of the machine in his hand.
"Mr. Bain!"
The deputy director glanced at Chen Mo, who was about to get out of the car, and said that the live broadcast was ready. The latter nodded to him, then jumped out of the car and strode towards the zombies.
"Everyone, please pay attention, in front of me are the poor people who have just been infected. I'm sorry, we don't have any treatment methods at the moment, we can only relieve them!"
Chen Mo drew his gun neatly, and the muzzle of the gun was almost pressed against the zombie's head. With a gunshot, the zombie's head exploded into a mass of red and white, and then it fell neatly to the ground.
While Chen Mo opened fire to clear away the zombies, he also did not forget to explain the location of the attack to the camera.
"Prioritize attacks on the head and heart. If you can't, you can also hit the legs, but it consumes more bullets, so if you choose to hit the legs, I generally recommend that you do so!"
After knocking down a helmet with a casual shot, Chen Mo raised his right foot and stepped heavily on the opponent's neck below the bloody face.
"Although it looks cool this way, it costs more money on pants and shoes, so everyone should just shoot the head!"
"Everyone, I am Bane, and I am with you!"
Although the teaching was over, the live broadcast was not over. Chen Mo, who returned to the car, asked Jack to continue driving. Sooner or later, an accident would happen in a separate residential area. The top priority now is to expand the safe zone to absorb more survivors. The more people can be saved,
