Rewinding to before the series of explosions.
Not far from the alley, Yin Kuang, crawling between cars, suddenly stopped. He looked suspiciously into the alley to his right, his brow furrowed. "What's going on? I feel like there's someone over there. Is it my imagination, or… never mind, now's not the time to overthink! If we don't hurry, they'll escape."
In Yin Kuang's hands, his left hand clutched a grenade, while his right hand held a silenced Type 54 rifle!
He had taken the grenade from a dead security guard from the Umbrella Corporation. He had originally intended to take the rifle as well, but he didn't know how to use it, so he gave up.
He lowered his head, face pressed to the ground, his gaze piercing through the undercarriages of several cars, and then, through the firelight,
