Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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He said into the communicator, "Go, open the door of the school bus next to us."

In the parking lot, besides various private cars, there were also several yellow school buses belonging to the college.

"The armored vehicles and riot police cars can't accommodate so many people."

Zhou Ye continued, his voice transmitted through the communicator to another car, and also clearly reached the ears of Fujiwara Koichi and the others.

"Those who want to come along, get on that school bus. Those who don't, stay and wait to die."

His words were cold and direct, leaving no room for negotiation.

On another police armored vehicle, two mechanical soldiers on guard immediately took action.

They opened the doors and jumped out of the armored vehicles with precise and swift movements.

When Fujiwara Koichi and the others saw two fully armed and imposing soldiers approaching them, they instinctively took a few steps back, their faces showing vigilance and fear.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Koichi Fujito asked, trying to remain calm, but his voice trembled slightly.

The mechanical soldier ignored his question.

They walked straight toward a large school bus parked not far away.

One of the mechanical soldiers raised his foot and kicked the school bus's closed folding door hard.

[Bang!] A loud noise.

The school bus door was violently kicked open, the metal door panel dented and deformed inward, making a screeching sound.

Another mechanical soldier walked to the emergency exit on the side of the school bus, smashed the glass with the butt of his M4 rifle, and then reached in to open the emergency exit door from the inside.

The entire process was brutal, efficient, and full of unquestionable execution.

Having done all this, the two mechanical soldiers did not linger at all, and turned back to the police armored vehicle.

The car door is closed.

The engine of the armored vehicle Zhou Ye was in started.

Nami drove the vehicle slowly forward, bypassing the group of dumbfounded survivors.

Another police armored vehicle followed.

Koichi Fujito looked at the school bus that had been violently opened, then at the armored vehicle and police car that were slowly driving away, his face turning pale and then red.

"Hey! What do you mean!"

He yelled at the departing vehicle, "This is the piece of junk you gave us?!"

“We want to get on your bus! Your bus is safer!” another student shouted.

No one responded to them.

Zhou Ye didn't even glance at them again.

His decision has been made. Giving them a car is more than enough. Whether they get in or not is their own choice.

He is not a nanny, much less a savior.

"Boss, are we just going to leave them like this?"

Nami asked softly.

"I gave them a choice."

Zhou Ye answered, his voice flat.

"Whether they live or die is up to them."

He has no interest in bringing along a bunch of potential trouble and burdens.

If that Fujiwara Koichi is really the kind of scumbag Miyamoto Rei described, then keeping him around would only be a disaster.

As for those students, if they choose to follow Koichi Fujito, they can only blame themselves for being foolish.

In the end times, stupidity is also a kind of original sin.

Armored vehicles and police cars drove out of the parking lot and headed towards the city center.

Behind him, Koichi Fujito and the group of survivors he led stood beside the damaged school bus, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Some people showed hesitation and fear on their faces.

"Teacher Zifang... what should we do?" a girl asked, her voice trembling with tears.

As Fujiwara Koichi watched the departing vehicle, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth: "Get in the car! Let's get out of here first!"

He walked towards the school bus first.

Chapter 66 Alex Wesker's Decision

Alex Wesker looked down at the city below, a jungle of metal and glass silent in the morning light.

Her office is located on a high floor of this New York building, offering a panoramic view, much like her current position within Umbrella Corporation.

The pen traced the final signature across the document with precise force, without the slightest hesitation.

[Tap tap tap—tap.]

The three long knocks followed by one short knock were her secretary's secret code.

"Come in."

Alex didn't look up, and her voice was devoid of emotion.

The door was pushed open, and her female secretary, a young but capable woman, walked in quickly in high heels, her breathing slightly rapid.

"President Wesker."

The secretary's voice was filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"Something's happened in Raccoon City."

Alex's pen paused on the paper, leaving a tiny ink dot.

She looked up, her eyes sharp behind her glasses.

"say clearly."

"This morning, a large-scale biohazard outbreak occurred in Raccoon City."

The secretary's voice trembled slightly; clearly, the weight of this news exceeded her limits.

"The entire city...maybe..."

Alex's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Raccoon City.

William Birkin, that bastard.

"Unauthorized personnel, do not open my floor."

Alex gave the order, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"Keep the news under wraps. I don't want to hear any rumors about Raccoon City until I give permission."

"Yes, President."

The secretary nodded immediately and turned to carry out the order.

Alex stood up and went to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Raccoon City... the research institute in the Arklay Mountains, where that ambitious bastard William lives.

She had long anticipated that becoming overly obsessed with her creations would eventually backfire.

I just never expected it to happen in this way, so quickly, so... thoroughly.

"Notify the security department and the USS force commander to come to my office immediately."

"Also, connect me to the Paris branch in Europe. I need to speak with their representative. No, have him come here in person, as quickly as possible."

Alex added.

The Paris branch has always been very interested in BOW's practical data.

Now, the opportunity has come.

The secretary took the order and left, and the office fell silent once again.

Alex tapped her fingertips lightly on the cold glass.

William Birkin.

How many resources has the company invested in you?

Is this how you repay the company?

A disaster that sweeps across the entire city?

Her mind raced, analyzing the potential losses and... the opportunities that could be exploited.

Umbrella's reputation?

That thing is worthless in the face of huge profits.

The key is how to minimize losses while maximizing benefits.

Soon after, there was another knock on the office door.

This time it was a standard two-knock procedure.

"Come in."

The USS commander, a man in a black combat uniform with a stern face, walked in.

He exuded an aura of iron will, and his eyes were like those of a hawk.

"President."

He gave a brief military salute.