Looking at Chris's incredibly stubborn and determined gaze, Old Captain Enrique's words, which he was about to use to refute, immediately stopped. This was the first time he had seen Chris so serious. Old Captain Enrique had underestimated the importance of Chris's sister. After all, they had relied on each other for so many years, which was much stronger than being alone like himself.
Thinking of this, Old Captain Enrique decided to let Chris continue leading the way. His previous conclusion was based on a normal judgment; after all, the place had been bombed so severely, and there were still a large number of zombies roaming around. It would be extremely difficult for a female university student kidnapped here to get out alive.
It was just a pity that Old Captain Enrique was unaware of one thing.
Although Claire was a woman and a university student, she was the strongest female university student in history. To be crowned with the title'strongest' was no simple feat. Therefore, his so-called 'normal' judgment absolutely could not be applied. At this stage... where would you find normal people?
Oh! No—
Our Captain Enrique was a normal person.
No wonder he always used normal judgment to assess things!
"Thump, thump, thump..."
"Thump, thump, thump..."
The two, armed with a shotgun and an assault rifle, slowly approached the center of Rockfort Island Prison, cautiously observing their surroundings, fearing the appearance of Umbrella Corporation soldiers or some zombie monsters.
But to Chris and Enrique's disappointment, it seemed as if the outer perimeter of zombies had already been completely cleared. Not a single zombie was found wandering the streets, nor was there a single Umbrella Corporation member. This left Chris and Enrique bewildered. Where had they all gone?
Had they gotten the wrong script...?
The increasingly eerie and silent atmosphere on the island plunged Chris and Enrique into an inexplicable fear. This oppressive and strange atmosphere only ceased when they finally broke into an empty prison cell and found a living person in an interrogation room.
"Clang—!"
Looking at the dark interrogation room in front of them, Chris and Enrique thought there was no one inside, so they pushed the door open without thinking. But they didn't know that Rogrid, who was hiding inside, had already copied the strongest female university student, Claire's, skill. At this moment, he was holding a bench high, ready to deliver a heavy blow to the head of whoever entered!
After all, at this point in time, besides the mercenaries who attacked Rockfort Island Prison, no one else could possibly be there. And zombie monsters wouldn't open doors.
Therefore,
"Clang—!"
"Chris, there seems to be nothing in here...?!"What—!!!"
Old Captain Enrique was the first to walk in, and it was this old captain, nearing forty, who suffered. He walked in, holding his shotgun, and because the interrogation room was small, his eyes quickly scanned every corner. He didn't find any living person, so he was very relaxed, especially since there wasn't even a shadow of anyone in the cells outside the prison.
But when he turned his head, he saw Rogrid, with fierce eyes, holding a chair and smashing it towards him!
His words came to an abrupt halt...
"Bang—!!!"
"Crack!"
"Ah...!"
The chair slammed heavily into Old Captain Enrique, shattering all four wooden legs and causing him to straighten his back involuntarily, letting out a painful cry. His back was incredibly sore, and his shotgun slipped from his hands.
Seeing this, Rogrid decisively tried to snatch the shotgun, as he was currently unarmed, his only previous weapon already given to Claire for self-defense.
But...
"Don't move—!"
Before Rogrid could make another move, a cold gun barrel was already pressed against his forehead even faster, accompanied by a stern shout. Rogrid looked up to see Chris, who had entered behind him. If Rogrid dared to make any small movement, he would definitely be shot dead!
Chris also hadn't expected that there would actually be someone hiding in this interrogation room, and that they had both been ambushed. If he hadn't followed behind, Old Captain Enrique's shotgun would probably have been taken. The opponent was also a well-trained soldier.
However...
The opponent had a clear wound on his abdomen and was unarmed—
And because it was truly difficult to find living people to inquire for information, Chris did not immediately shoot Rogrid.
Rogrid also understood their thoughts, so he simply spread his hands and sat back down in the interrogation table chair, adopting an attitude of 'ask whatever you want'.
"Oh... damn it—!"
"My back isn't broken, is it? I can't feel anything."
At this moment, Enrique, who had been resting on the ground for a long time, finally managed to prop himself up, muttering complaints under his breath. There was nothing he could do... at his age, a few more sneak attacks like this and he would perish on this island.
When he was slapped away by the Tyrant in the Mansion Villa, his body was already on the verge of falling apart. He had only just recovered with great difficulty.
"Who ambushed me?!"
"Is it this guy? He's clearly a grizzled old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, yet he's so ruthless to his own kind. You have no sympathy at all!"
As soon as he got up and rubbed his butt, Enrique intended to pull out his pistol and finish off Rogrid. But when he saw that Rogrid was also an old man of roughly his own age, he couldn't help but grumble and curse again.
"Wait... Captain Enrique,"
"We still have things to ask him. It's hard to find living people on this island. If we kill him, no one will give us information."
"We came to this island to rescue a kidnapped girl, a university student. She likes to wear her hair in a ponytail, her hair color is reddish-flaxen, and she likes to wear red clothes. Her personality is a bit carefree, the impulsive and reckless type. This is the girl in the photo. I'm asking if you've seen her?"
Stopping Old Captain Enrique, who was acting up, Chris directly took out a photo from his pocket and described it to Rogrid, asking him.
This was the last photo Chris and his sister Claire took together, about one or two years ago, before Claire went to university. So the photo was wrinkled, and Claire in it looked even more youthful...
...
Antarctica Research Institute—
In the center of an extremely hidden, vast, empty Laboratory, a very tall capsule device stood, like a blue energy sphere, constantly shining with crystal-clear light, suspended in the air like a giant water droplet.
And this was Alexia's nutrient capsule used to freeze and seal herself. The azure liquid was concentrated nutrient solution. Without the need for eating and excreting, these nutrient solutions could most directly provide the body with a continuous supply of nutrition for survival.
At the same time, even though these blue nutrient solutions were still flowing, the actual temperature inside had already reached tens of degrees below zero. After all, the nutrient solution needed to be kept fresh at all times, otherwise, it would truly turn into a frozen turtle shell.
That kind of thawing method was not the state Alexia wanted. Her body did not have the strong loss-reduction ability of a turtle, nor the ability to absorb frozen nutrient solution. Therefore, constantly flowing nutrient solution was normal.
And this low temperature could force the human brain into a dormant state, and the cells within the body would become incredibly slow. This would reduce the T-Veronica Virus's destructive effect on the human body to its absolute minimum.
And now, there were only about 4 days left until the scheduled awakening time—
"Ah... truly beautiful and moving!"
"My dearest sister, Alexia...!"
And in front of this huge nutrient capsule, Alfred slowly walked forward, covering his chest. Looking at the perfect beauty inside, like a crystal artwork, Alfred couldn't help but exclaim. Finally... after decades of torment, Alfred could finally see his sister. This made him incredibly excited.
And inside the huge nutrient capsule, a beautiful, flawless female body was quietly sleeping, hugging her legs.
There was no light gauze covering her entire body. The body, immersed in the nutrient solution for a long time, not only did not wrinkle but was as delicate and smooth as a newborn baby. With a model's height of 1.75 meters, slender long legs, and tender bare feet,
Her neck was as white and proud as a white swan. Even with her eyes closed, one could still glimpse that beneath her sleeping, exquisite face, the moment she opened her eyes, it would surely be with disdain!
Her golden, brilliant hair flowed freely with the nutrient solution. Untrimmed for decades, her long hair had already surpassed her body—
This was the Heart of the Ocean...
God's favored one—!
The Creator's masterpiece!
It was also the treasure that Alfred, this mediocre brother, tried to secretly steal from under the nose of God...
Undoubtedly, it was impossible for Alfred to have no possessiveness whatsoever towards his sister Alexia. No... it should be said he was close to madness. Otherwise, he wouldn't have developed a split personality and used his own mind to create another Alexia.
And now, looking at this sacred sister in front of him, Alfred suddenly held back. He didn't have the courage to do anything sordid to his sister Alexia, because simply looking at her... was already enough to satisfy him.
"..."
"Awaken, my dearest sister..."
Thinking of this, Alfred walked to the nutrient capsule equipment beside it. Looking at the computer that had been running for decades, Alfred entered the password "Veronica" and decisively shut down the decades-long nutrient capsule freezing.
"Buzz...!!!"
The next second, a violent hum came, and the entire huge nutrient capsule began to shake. The flowing nutrient solution inside slowly disappeared, and the protective glass cover outside began to slowly descend. Alfred watched everything with bated breath, fearing any accidents, although the equipment had always shown his sister Alexia to have normal vital signs.
But who knew if cutting off the nutrient solution and freezing would directly kill his sister Alexia? If so... Alfred would fall into endless madness, because he would have killed his own sister!
However,
"..."
In a corner Alfred didn't notice, as the temperature rose, water droplets began to slowly fall from Alexia's body. Her slender eyelashes trembled lightly like butterfly wings, and the blood vessels on her body slowly began to appear from her fair skin. Following that was the beating of her heart, her chest slowly began to rise and fall, and her golden hair covered her entire body like an outer garment.
The signs of life awakening became increasingly obvious.
The next second,
"Uh... Hmm—?!!!"
With a soft hum, a pair of sapphire blue gem-like eyes suddenly snapped open.
Suddenly, an extremely strong oppressive aura swept out. It was the pressure of a superior "Emperor," her unique Conqueror's Haki. A powerful mental storm wantonly impacted everything in the Laboratory, including her brother Alfred, who for a moment couldn't react and instantly fell to his knees in pain.
He only felt his body uncontrollably soften, and his heart pounded uncontrollably, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
And after an unknown amount of time, Alexia, having briefly adapted to her power, withdrew her oppressive aura. As Emperor-level monsters, they all possessed the skill of oppressive aura. This was the biggest difference distinguishing them from ordinary zombies, making them stand out and appear out of place among dense hordes of corpses at all times.
"This is... the Antarctica Research Institute?"
"Decades have passed, have I awakened perfectly? Or...?"
Alexia murmured to herself, looking around the Antarctica Research Institute, which was identical to her memory but very dilapidated. She then looked at her fair, smooth hands. Because she had no concept of time... Alexia didn't know how many years she had been fused with the T-Veronica Virus. Therefore, she was very doubtful whether this was a perfect fusion or an interrupted partial fusion.
After all, as a perfectionist, she would not allow her evolution to be imperfect. She could not accept such a thing—!
Because, in front of her, there stood a very familiar figure, Alfred... her mediocre brother. If this wasn't a perfect virus fusion, then it was very likely that her mediocre brother had interrupted it midway. Thinking of this... Alexia couldn't help but frown in disgust.
Although she usually didn't dislike this mediocre brother, he was obedient enough. She only needed an obedient subordinate. As for whether this person was her brother or something else, Alexia didn't care. But she didn't want her mediocre brother to interrupt her at the most crucial moment of her experiment—!