Lisa, meanwhile, showed a subtle smile, like Da Vinci's Mona Lisa.
The next second, the Plaga parasite tentacles on her back shot out rapidly, wrapping tightly around Sherry, who was trying to escape.
She was then pulled back fiercely, and Lisa pulled down her pants, revealing Sherry's snow-white bottom and pink underwear.
Then Lisa began her tentacle-play training for the day.
Uh...
Don't get the wrong idea.
It was simply using the Plaga parasite tentacles to spank Sherry's butt, completely ignoring Sherry's wailing cries, until her butt was completely red and almost bleeding before Lisa stopped.
Lisa controlled her strength very well; while it caused stinging, it didn't leave any wounds on Sherry, and the bruises would heal after a while.
After all, Sherry also had a portion of the G Virus in her body, giving her strong regenerative abilities, so there was no fear of her being seriously hurt.
And this...
Was a very ordinary day at Javier's home!
Yes, truly.
Ever since that day Lisa scared Sherry, the girl had held a grudge.
From initial pranks to now actually firing real guns, Sherry had suffered countless beatings in just a few months.
And after realizing Lisa truly couldn't be killed, she completely despaired, only able to try various methods daily to find Lisa's weakness.
However, in a sense,
The two of them also seemed to be having endless fun, despite outwardly appearing to be hostile.
Sherry and Lisa had begun to accept each other, and Sherry's mischievous behavior wasn't truly a sign of her being spoiled; it was just that she was particularly like that only with Lisa.
After all, Sherry truly knew that others would definitely get hurt, but for Lisa, it wouldn't even be a tickle.
When facing ordinary people,
Sherry would still put away her hidden dark and impish personality, reverting to that well-behaved and cute Snow White little girl...
"Javier, Javier!!!"
"Come quickly, I want to tell on Lisa! She bullied me again! She hit my butt until it bled! Hurry up and teach her a lesson!"
Upon seeing Javier emerge from the basement,
Sherry's eyes immediately lit up, and she quickly scurried towards Javier, pointing at Lisa in the distance and pouting angrily.
This attitude was undoubtedly a classic case of the villain making the first accusation, but Javier was already more than used to it, as Sherry always complained to him this way.
Javier greatly doubted if this was truly the well-behaved and cute little angel Sherry from the game.
Additionally,
Javier had initially planned to send Sherry to a foster family, but to his surprise, Sherry didn't dislike him.
It was only after her persistent pestering that Javier reluctantly took in this mischievous little girl.
"Alright, stop messing around,"
"Lisa and I need to go out for a bit later.
Would you like to stay with Aunt Catherine for a while?
Remember not to be as naughty as you are at home.
When we come back in a couple of days, I promise to spend a whole day playing with you, okay?"
Crouching down to hug Sherry, Javier interrupted the playful atmosphere, clearing his throat and explaining seriously.
Javier, coaxing a child for the first time, was not skilled and could only resort to the old-fashioned lines from TV dramas to persuade her.
However,
To Javier's surprise,
Sherry didn't make a fuss as he expected; instead, she nodded in agreement and finally asked if Javier would truly be back in just two days.
Javier felt very surprised by this.
But then he understood.
Sherry's well-behaved and sensible nature was based on how William and Annette treated her.
Although she lived in a privileged family environment, Sherry was forced to stay in the underground Institute for many years, only getting to go out and play for short periods.
Her father, William, was constantly immersed in virus research, and her mother, Annette, was also tied up with various busy affairs, rarely able to spare time to accompany her daughter.
Therefore, over time,
Sherry developed this adaptive sense of resisting loneliness...
She could endure loneliness for a long time, but she was just more afraid that Javier would leave and never return.
Thinking of this,
Javier couldn't help but lovingly rub Sherry's little head.
And this time, Sherry didn't dodge Javier's'salty pig hand,' because she could truly feel Javier's genuine concern, just like her own mother.
"Mmm..."
"Don't worry, it will take a week at most, or two or three days at least, and we will be back.
We won't abandon you, little angel, because you are so cute, Sherry."
For the first time,
For the sake of Princess Sherry, Javier recklessly set a flag.
After all, in such plotlines, casually setting flags often leads to death.
After comforting Sherry, Javier began to organize his equipment and simultaneously called Catherine, asking her to prepare a plane for departure!
Chapter 6: Holy Spear Baptism
Regarding aviation flight laws, the great and free The United States of America is very tolerant.
The United States generally has more wealthy individuals who own private planes, and usually, these private planes can fly freely in low-altitude areas.
For high altitudes, only the take-off route and destination need to be reported to the aviation authority.
Additionally, it's crucial to avoid approaching places like US military bases.
As long as these points are followed, civilian helicopters and passenger planes can basically fly anywhere.
It's completely unlike other countries,
Which are very sensitive about airspace control; once a non-military aircraft appears at high altitude, it will inevitably be subjected to radar scanning and interception.
And our former Raccoon City mayor's daughter, the wealthy Catherine, currently has assets exceeding hundreds of millions, so preparing an ordinary private passenger plane is a very easy task.
Before long,
Javier drove a car to the civilian aircraft runway, where a small private passenger plane was parked.
It was the type that could seat dozens of people, typically seen in movies with wealthy individuals enjoying themselves with several private flight attendants.
But Javier didn't need that.
Because he possessed the B+ Riding skill, he could easily control these cold, emotionless mechanical devices.
Even if the world's most complex fighter jet appeared before Javier, he could easily pilot it.
Because the Riding skill's setting is that unintelligent, emotionless mechanical life is easier to control than flesh-and-blood beasts.
After all, flesh-and-blood beasts can generate resistance, but machinery does not.
This isn't a highly intelligent AI cyberpunk world, so machinery is easier to control than beasts.
This is the law of the Riding skill's effect—
And Sherry had already been entrusted to the home of the wealthy lady Catherine.
Although a bit reluctant, Sherry could still be dazzled by Catherine's several commercial buildings, enough to maintain her novelty for a few days.
After all, Catherine could provide Sherry with endless material possessions...
"Screech...!"
Stepping on the brakes,
Javier and Lisa got out of the car.
As a'soft rice Emperor,' Javier still carried Lisa, his hidden boss.
Judging from Alexia's crushing of Wesker, who had already perfectly integrated with the virus in the game, Alexia's strength was not weak.
If it weren't for her father, Alexander, knowing that these two siblings would betray him and secretly leaving a particle emitter to destroy the T-Veronica Virus's biological cells, then Alexia truly might have become a Emperor and dominated an area.
Not dominating the whole world, but dominating the countries near the Antarctic Circle would be enough!
Therefore,
Javier wasn't confident enough to fight alone.
He still needed Lisa, the hidden boss, to help with damage.
Additionally... Lisa's attire today was also exceptionally eye-catching.
It was a tight-fitting combat suit type, with high-heeled long boots paired with pitch-black tight pants.
Her round, full thighs and waist were adorned with various melee weapons, and her upper body was a highly elastic special leather suit.
After a period of nourishment,
Her previously underdeveloped chest had gradually gained volume.
Currently, Lisa's figure was very striking, especially her already tall stature, which, with the high-heeled long boots, made her slightly taller than Javier, causing him to feel very embarrassed...
And on the neck of the bodysuit, there was also a collar-like button, which was used to adjust the switch!
Ahem...
Don't misunderstand.
Inside, there weren't any evil vibrating bullets, electric rods, or electric stimulation, or any series of things that would make one ecstatic.
It was simply for temperature regulation.
This bodysuit was made of special material.
Although it wasn't as amazing as the leather coat the Umbrella Corporation gave the Tyrant, which could withstand attacks from a large number of weapons,
But besides not being bulletproof,
This special bodysuit had excellent temperature regulation.
When it sensed the outside temperature was too hot, it would automatically cool down, and when the outside was too cold, it would automatically warm up.
It also had a series of basic fire prevention measures.
After all, Alexia was located in the Antarctica Research Institute, where temperatures were tens of degrees below zero.
Simple thin clothing could be fatal.
And Javier wasn't sure if low temperatures would have any effect on Lisa, a G-Virus host, so he thoughtfully prepared this special clothing for her.
Of course, Javier also brought one for himself, and there were two or three extra in the car, just in case they really arrived at the Antarctica Research Institute, they could give one to Claire and Steve, those two idiots, to wear.
After all, reality is not like the game.
In the original work, Claire and Steve showed no respect whatsoever for the Antarctica Research Institute; both of them went in and out in thin clothing, which was simply suicidal...
"Click—!"
Opening the trunk,
Javier took out three smoke grenades and clipped them to his waist.
Of course, there were also several High-explosive grenades hanging next to them; these were essential throwable items.
His tactical backpack, weighing thirty kilograms, also contained several bottles of Molotov cocktails; being a flame mage was also an essential skill.
And inside, there were also a large number of band-aids that Javier had purchased from a store, preparing to wrap himself up like a mummy when the time came.
After all, the [My OK Bandage] skill had no chance to be used in Raccoon City because Javier didn't have time to buy bandages, but now it's different.
[My OK Bandage] is also a vaguely described skill.
Its skill description is to restore two percent of health.
This health is not simply about restoring blood, because Javier doesn't have a health bar.
That is, if you lose a hand or a foot, it's also considered a loss of life, so the OK bandage can still restore it, but it's just slower.
This way,
If a person isn't immediately dying, wrapping them up like a mummy might actually work wonders!
And for the weapons this time,
Besides the Desert Eagle, Javier also prepared an M82A1 anti-material sniper rifle, also known as the Barrett.
Carrying it on his back was as conspicuous as carrying a large log.
It used.50 BMG rounds, the same caliber as the M2 Heavy Machine Gun, and could also use other armor-piercing and high-energy ammunition, easily penetrating the defenses of armored vehicles and demolishing special targets.
This gun began development in 1982 and officially entered service with US soldiers in 1990, so it wasn't a rare item.
Currently, many weapons are very difficult to deal with various zombie monsters.
Javier also wanted to carry a light assault rifle, but there was no way... this thing was the standard for lethality!
After packing everything and moving it all onto the passenger plane,
Javier immediately sat in the pilot's seat.
Looking at the dense array of buttons on the control panel, Javier was not flustered at all.
His Riding skill continued to activate.
When facing an unfamiliar mount, he only needed to gently stroke it to understand it.
Just like gently stroking a horse's mane, then mounting the saddle, stepping on the stirrups, and tightening the reins!
"Buzz..."
"Destination... Rockfort Island Prison, preparing for departure—!"
Starting the plane,
This capable private jet immediately took off, its wings emitting a strong airflow, rapidly gliding down the runway and soaring into the sky like a black bird, gradually disappearing into the clouds...
...
Meanwhile,
Rockfort Island Prison—
Just tens of minutes after Claire sent her emergency distress signal, Claire, who continued to wander through the buildings of Rockfort Island Prison, soon stumbled into a special room.
On the wall hung two golden ruger p-08 pistols, one of the German officers' favorite handguns.
Besides that,
There was also a golden ant statue, with a huge purple gem embedded in its tail.
Before Claire could even wonder... a light burst from the golden ant statue, projecting onto the wall.
This was actually a special projector?
"Sizzle..."
The film began to play,
A sizzling sound of electricity came,
The image on the wall showed two siblings, around ten years old, cruelly abusing a dragonfly.
They tore off the dragonfly's wings and threw it on the ground, allowing countless ants to brutally devour it.
And facing this cruel scene, the two siblings, as the culprits, did not feel a trace of pity.
Instead, the siblings exchanged glances and smiled eerily, as if this was exactly what they wished to see.
Watching such a horrifying scene unfold,
Claire frowned slightly, a chill running down her spine.
She didn't know why the image was so unsettling, but Claire had a very bad feeling.
As expected,
Before Claire could fully recover,
A huge noise suddenly erupted in the special room, as if some enormous creature had crashed through the door and rushed in.
Claire sharply turned her head to look in the direction of the sound.
What was it?!
"..."
"Ho ho... Ho ho ho..."
It's here.
Again, that familiar deep panting sound.
Back in Raccoon City, Claire had become almost intimately familiar with this panting, even developing a nervous hypersensitivity.
Once this low, guttural breathing sound appeared, Claire knew a zombie monster was approaching.
Seeing this... Claire quickly raised her pistol, aiming at the doorway, ready to pull the trigger and shoot at any moment.
And the next second—
"Bang... Boom...!"
With a loud crash,
The heavy wooden door was instantly blown into splinters, sending wood shards flying everywhere, forcing Claire to squint her eyes to shield herself from the barrage of debris.
However... when Claire opened her eyes again, she saw a massive monster walking towards her, a two-meter tall behemoth, similar to a Tyrant, entering the room.
Its bald head was wrapped in various white, peculiar substances, and its white eyes were particularly striking in the darkness.
Its entire body was covered in yellowish-brown skin, and its muscles were incredibly strong, but what was particularly striking was that the monster's left side was completely empty, with only a tiny, shriveled, half-attached hand, a stark contrast like a T-Rex's claw.
But its right hand was terrifyingly massive.
The entire right arm was even more exaggerated than G William's explosive giant arm, dragging heavily on the ground.
This mutated giant hand was long and thick, its palm perfectly intact and covered in various sharp claws.
And this was the Long-Armed Monster, a Bio-weapon, which the Umbrella Corporation attempted to research as other BOW branches based on the Tyrant.
But seeing its slow movements due to its enormous, heavy arm, Claire realized... this must have been a failed experiment!
After all, this thing didn't seem as agile as a Tyrant in any way...
However—
"Roar, roar, roar—!"