Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 22 Methods to Improve Copy Evaluation

When Li En pushed open the iron door at the end of the secret passage, a mixture of musty and rusty smells rushed into his nostrils.

The light bulb overhead flickered, its tungsten filament struggling in a dim, yellowish halo, illuminating a few stacks of old furniture and a damp, swollen cardboard box in the corner.

There is a door at the northernmost end of the corridor.

Shirley Birkin was locked up in that back.

quack.

A zombie dressed in work clothes dragged itself out from behind a pile of cardboard boxes. The front of the work clothes was covered with dried, blackened oil stains. It tilted its head towards the door.

The sound of the door opening startled it awake.

Li En scanned the entire corridor.

There was no second one on the left or right walls, or in the gaps between the furniture.

He pulled the dagger from his belt, gripped it tightly, and walked toward it.

After walking about two meters, his pace suddenly quickened.

He pushed off the ground with the soles of his feet, turned his body to the side, and swung the dagger from the outside with his right arm, aiming the tip at his temple and stabbing straight in.

The wrist twisted sharply the moment the blade pierced the skull, causing it to rotate half a circle inside the skull.

The zombie's body immediately lost its support, its knees buckled first, and its entire body fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Li En pulled out his dagger, wiped it twice on the sleeve of his work clothes, and walked towards the iron gate.

The only footprints on the dusty ground were his own.

Claire hasn't arrived yet.

No problem, we'll meet up soon.

He removed the wire cutters from behind and engaged the jaws into the padlock's clasp.

With both hands clamped together, the metal emitted a short, sharp whistle as the locking ring snapped.

The broken lock fell to the ground, bounced once, and rolled into the corner.

Push open the door.

The room is about four square meters.

In the corner was an old mattress, the foam sticking out from a tear, yellowed and hard.

A twelve-year-old blonde girl was curled up on the mattress, hugging her knees with her hands and tucking her shoulders under her earlobes.

The moment the door opened, she squeezed her body half an inch further into the corner.

This is Shirley Birkin.

The clothes were stained, and the hair was tangled, but there were no signs of infection on the skin.

Lee Eun stood at the door, her gaze sweeping over Sherry.

After confirming that there were no wounds on the skin surface and no bloodstains under the fingernails, he nodded in satisfaction.

This is one of the possibilities for improving the evaluation.

He walked over slowly and squatted down.

She reached out and rubbed her stiff face, pulling the corners of her mouth up, trying to keep her tone calm and gentle.

"Shirley, my name is Leon, and I'm a police officer."

"Your mother, Annette, sent me to pick you up. She's in a safe place and waiting for you."

Shirley's eyes flickered when she heard her mother's name.

She looked up, her pupils shimmering slightly in their sockets, but she hadn't yet removed her hands from her knees.

Li En continued speaking, at a slow pace.

She said I can trust your memory.

"Your teddy bear is called 'Patch,' and she gave it to you for your fourth birthday."

"She makes you trust the police officer who will say this name in an emergency."

Shirley's eyes widened, her lips began to tremble, and her eyes gradually filled with tears.

She slowly raised her hand.

Li En reached out and grasped that thin little hand.

The little finger in my palm feels cool, with clearly defined knuckles.

"Now is not the time to cry. You need to be quiet, can you?"

Shirley nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face and falling onto the mattress.

Lee Eun led Sherry out of the cell and headed towards the infirmary.

Go up the stairs from the basement to the first floor, and it's in the northeast corner.

The corridor was quiet, save for the two of them walking and the occasional sniff of Shirley.

The door wasn't locked.

Good luck.

He released Shirley's hand, closed the door, walked to the medicine cabinet, and scanned the rows of labels with his eyes.

I saw an orange box with "broad-spectrum antiviral agent" printed on it.

He took it off and removed the plastic seal.

This is one idea on how to improve evaluation.

Let Shirley establish a protective mechanism before she is exposed to the virus.

If they wait for her father to come knocking on their door, too many things could change.

Pre-treatment with antiviral agents, combined with antiviral drugs and inhibitors, might allow her to recover her health directly without experiencing the out-of-control phase.

He placed the medicine bottle on the table, found a needle, drew up the medicine, and knelt down in front of Shirley.

"Shirley, this will make you less likely to get sick than others."

Shirley did not dodge.

She rolled up her sleeves herself, revealing her slightly dirty arms.

He frowned slightly when the needle pierced his skin, but made no sound.

Li En pulled out the needle and casually threw it into the nearby trash can, then reached out and patted her head.

"You did a great job."

Footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Tap, tap, tap, evenly spaced, a rhythm only a living person would have.

Li En stood up and looked out through the observation window in the door.

After confirming who it was, open the door immediately and keep your voice down.

"Claire".

Claire tilted the gun to the ground, her gaze sweeping over Lee's shoulder and landing on the blonde little girl by the door.

"Is she Sherry?"

"That's right, her mother is Annette Birkin, the lead researcher on the G-virus."

Li En compressed the information down to its core.

"We have to find her and take her with us."

Claire walked over to Shirley, knelt down, and reached out to hug the child who looked like she had suffered a lot.

Shirley rested her chin on her shoulder, and her hands slowly gripped the back of Claire's coat.

Claire looked up, her voice calm.

"Go straight out of the police station? Most of the cars there are broken down."

Li En mentally mapped out the area around the police station, then quickly located the sewers, responding:

"Go down into the sewers, but be careful later, there's a big guy in there."

He held a Magnum sword and stopped at the locker area as he walked down the first-floor corridor.

He took a grenade from his tactical vest, loosened the pull ring, and carefully wedged it into the gap in the cabinet door.

He then pulled out a piece of wire from his bag, tied one end to the pull ring, and fixed the other end to the inside of the locker door frame.

Any action of opening this door will trigger an explosion.

If William is not dead, then he most likely is.

He will definitely follow Shirley's trail.

This grenade can buy some time.

He nodded to Claire and Sherry, signaling them to continue.

The three of them slipped out of the back door of the orphanage and moved quickly along the wall of the back alley.

The cast iron manhole cover, about one meter in diameter, is embedded in the ground at the end of the alley. Its surface is covered with rust and dried mud.

Claire handed over the crowbar.

It's the same one that Li En gave her back then.

Li En wedged the tip of the crowbar into the opening of the manhole cover, and Claire found an iron bar next to her and used it for leverage from the other side.

The two men pressed down simultaneously, and the manhole cover loosened and was lifted with a screeching metallic scraping sound.

A foul stench, a mixture of putridity and wastewater, rose from the wellhead.

Li En was the first to go down the ladder.

The soles of my shoes touched the concrete floor of the sewer, and the water overflowed the edges of the soles, the icy touch seeping in through the soles.

He held the flashlight in his left hand and swept it around, the beam cutting through the damp walls and the oily sheen reflected on the water.

There are no enemies.

He tapped the ladder twice lightly with the end of his flashlight.

Claire and Sherry got off one after the other.

Li En lowered his voice.

"There's a big guy up ahead, leave it to me."

Claire's voice was hesitant.

"Leon, what's wrong with you...?"

Li En didn't give her a chance to ask further questions.

"These are documents I saw in the chief's office. That guy is directly involved in the Raccoon City incident."

Claire nodded, her suspicions temporarily suppressed.

Li En turned and walked towards the cable car station, then turned directly at the fork in the road onto the channel with water.

Their steps slowed down until a patch of water appeared in the darkness ahead.

A thick steam pipe lies horizontally above the water. The valves on the pipe are old and worn out, and the markings indicate that it contains high-temperature, high-pressure steam used in urban heating systems.

Directly below the steam pipe lies the waters where the giant crocodile usually lurks.

Lee En raised his right hand.

Claire immediately pulled Sherry to her feet.

"Take her to the recessed area, away from the water."

Claire didn't ask any questions. She pulled Sherry back into the recess in the wall, squatted down, and shielded Sherry behind her.

Li En squinted and looked at the water in front of him.

A layer of oil floated on the surface of the water, and a bubble rose from the bottom.

It made a wave-like sound after it shattered.

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