"Waaaaah... Waaaaah...!!!"
A pretty blonde female college student was trapped in a small room with her mouth stuffed with strips of cloth and her hands tied behind her back. No matter how much she struggled, it was to no avail; she could only make whimpering sounds.
The rope binding her hands was incredibly tough; any violent struggle would chafe her wrists, leaving the girl somewhat helpless. Suddenly being bound and gagged in this dark and strange place from an American university campus would terrify anyone.
Outside the room,
Krauser, now wearing the Red Berets again, looked at her arm with an embarrassed expression. It was true she had brought the president's daughter back, but the price she paid was far too outrageous.
I thought that retired old man wouldn't be anything special, but it turned out he was an exceptionally tough nut to crack; even on the verge of death, he turned around and bit me.
You heard me right.
It wasn't a bite in the literal sense, but a real bite in the actual sense.
Looking at the bandages on his arm and the throbbing pain, Krauser's anger only intensified.
The old man was like a mad dog. Despite having his abdomen ripped open with a sharp blade and running out of bullets, and being unarmed, he opened his mouth to bite off his own neck. Krauser managed to stop him in time with his left hand.
But instead,
His left hand was nearly rotten, with large amounts of flesh torn off, almost as if it had been devoured by a pack of wolves.
Krauser finally stopped when he plunged the dagger into the old dog's head, but looking at his arm, which was almost ruined again, Krauser felt helpless. What difference was there between this and before the treatment?
While Krauser waited patiently outside the room, reapplying medication to his injured arm,
A tall figure dressed in a long, dark purple robe embroidered with silver lace and plaga parasite patterns slowly ascended to the church's attic, closely followed by several villagers with reddened eyes and believers dressed in black and red robes.
The tall figure in purple and black robes at the very front, holding the Plaga parasite scepter, is none other than Osman Saddler, the current leader of The Illuminados.
He was quite pleased that Krauser, this outsider, had actually managed to kidnap the President of the United States ' daughter; it was a delightful surprise.
After all, if they were to do it, even with the power of the Plaga parasite, it would likely attract far more attention before they could forcibly kidnap the president's daughter.
But Krauser was so relaxed, which pleased Sadler and made him want to cherish his talent. After all, such a powerful special forces soldier would be even more perfect if he kept him by his side and controlled by him, wouldn't he?
Therefore, Sadler had two syringes containing plaga parasite; one contained a yellow liquid and was filled with subordinate plaga parasite.
Sadler plans to implant it into the president's daughter, Ashley Graham, as a puppet. Ashley doesn't need self-awareness, so a subordinate Plaga parasite would suffice.
What was prepared for Krauser, however, was a tube of purple liquid containing Luis's newly improved Plaga parasite strain.
Not Dominant Plaga Plaga parasites cannot control other subordinate Plaga parasites, but they also cannot be controlled by Plaga parasites and lose consciousness. While gaining immense power, they retain their self-awareness.
But it cannot escape Dominant Plaga Control of Plaga parasite
This is the gift Sadler prepared for Krauser.
Chapter Six: Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect
Spain —
Javier arrived in Spain before Leon. Although Sadler now has full control over the Plaga parasite, he hasn't repeated the mistake of his ancestors by spreading the Plaga parasite's hosts too far.
Because if the distance is too far, he will lose control, and if the Plaga parasite were to go out of control again and be exposed to the public eye,
This will inevitably lead to the second war to seal the demons...
This time, the situation is even more serious, since they are not being dealt with by the Salazar Family, but by the entire Spanish government's armed forces.
Therefore, there's no need to worry about Sadler having spies or anything like that. Sadler is currently only keeping the Plaga parasite within the village area.
Aside from a few mercenaries who volunteered on the island and mountain climbers from elsewhere, Sadler did not expand Plaga parasite much. This was a wise choice, allowing him to firmly establish his Plaga parasite kingdom.
so,
In the town outside Wolf's Valley, Javier found a random inn to stay at and then slowly opened his [Nobleman's Private Stash] storage ring.
They emptied out and inventoried everything stored inside; after all, they were going to sneak into the village that night, so they couldn't be careless.
The only fortunate thing is that
He no longer needed to carry that bulky, heavy tactical backpack like a big black rat; that was really tiring.
[ Desert Eagle.50 Caliber Pistol *2][ Dog Leg Knife *1][M82A1 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle *1][ Thermal Imaging Scope *1][Military Crossbow *1][Portable Time Explosives *20][Uzi Submachine Gun *1][ High-explosive Grenade *5][ Flashbang *20][ RPG *1][Knight's Sword *1][Twin Short-Barreled Shotgun *1]
And several types of munitions, including rocket warheads × N
Because of the strength of the thumb ring for storing items
This caused Javier to relapse into his fear of insufficient firepower; a tactical backpack undoubtedly has limited carrying capacity.
However, a 10-square-meter space is more than enough. Knowing in advance the weaknesses of the Regenerator and Plaga parasite, Javier prepared a thermal imaging scope and a large number of flashbangs.
The Regenerator needs to be destroyed by hitting its internal Plaga parasite core, or by overwhelming it with firepower; otherwise, it is very difficult to kill. Therefore, a thermal imaging scope is required.
As for Flashbang,
Both the Plaga parasite and the original Mutated Leech are designed to be afraid of light sources, so having a large number of flashbangs is essential.
In this instance, stun grenades should be prioritized over High-explosive grenade, since Plaga parasites are highly resilient, making High-explosive grenade less effective.
only,
Seeing the guns and ammunition that filled half of his storage space,
Javier fell silent.
If you gave this ammunition to Leon in the game, it would be enough to speedrun the entire Resident Evil 4 campaign.
This made Javier feel like he was cheating using a Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect disciple's account, which seemed not much different from Infinite Firepower.
This slightly hurt Javier's pride. He thought he was already very skilled, but he didn't expect that he still had to rely on cheat codes to clear dungeons, which was a disgrace to his title as a high-level player.
No... although he wasn't exactly a high-level player to begin with, just a die-hard fan who just wanted to experience the game, completing the main storyline was all about racking up deaths and time.
But even so,
Javier still felt a little guilty whenever he thought about having to cheat to complete the dungeon missions. After all, every main character group could clear the dungeons with just a pistol, so why should he have to cheat to get through them?
Was he simply less skilled than others?
Just because he's a supporting character,
Instead of the main character?
"Smack—!"
Thinking of this,
Javier promptly slapped himself in the face.
Feeling a slight pain in his cheek, Javier suddenly realized that he was in a dead end.
And they stubbornly tried to climb over the wall, only realizing now that they were just ordinary people, while the main characters were the most abnormal ones...
That's The Illuminados!
A cult that has mastered the power of Plaga parasites
The village under his control had over a hundred inhabitants, all controlled by his cult leader, Sadler. Although initially they only used farm tools to attack, later they acquired everything from homemade explosives to crossbows, making them virtually impossible to defend against.
Not only that, this village also keeps various Plaga parasite wolves, giants as big as small hills, giant salamanders in the lake bigger than boats, and even the village chief Mendes, a humanoid tyrant.
Skipping over the village is merely an appetizer.
Further dangers await him in the ancient castle, including a cardinal sorcerer who can cast spells, a steel giant, several cannons that fall from the sky, a blind Wolverine, a black-robed right-hand man with assassination abilities, and Salazar, the castle lord with carnivorous plants.
The final island survival, hordes of armed Plaga parasite soldiers, the Red Berets' elite soldier Krauser, the Invisible Bug, the scorpion giant U3, and the final boss Sadler —tsk tsk tsk, is this even a dungeon a human could clear? And all with just a small pistol?
Depend on...
Was I not the one who cheated?
It should be the main characters.
Moreover, with hundreds or thousands of monsters on the other side, how can you not prepare more bullets? If you run out of bullets, won't you have to kill the enemy with your bare hands?
Thinking of this,
Javier immediately felt relieved.
That's so dramatic. Only a jerk would worry about whether he cheated. A cunning old man like him should be thinking about how to stay alive and pass the test safely.
"Hmm..."
"How about we buy a set of lightweight armor later? It won't stop the boss's attacks, but it'll be quite effective at preventing Plaga parasite invasions,"
resting his chin on his hand,
Javier gazed at the sky at a 45-degree angle, pondering for a moment. He couldn't help but consider the feasibility of his earlier words. Now wasn't the time to discuss whether or not to cheat; it was time to think about how to spectacularly end the dungeon.
Thinking of this,
Javier abruptly lay down on the bed, pulling the vial of the modified G Virus sample from his pocket. This was always his trump card, a reward from his cheat-like abilities.
However, because he was unsure of its safety for humans, Javier never dared to experiment with ingesting it, which is why it has been preserved until now. Originally, in the Amazon Rainforest, Javier intended to give it to Manuela in a critical situation.
It wasn't that Javier wanted to use Manuela as a test subject, but rather that if Manuela was truly on the verge of falling apart, trying this vial of medicine might have a miraculous effect. Furthermore, if it succeeded, Manuela would become, like Lisa, the second person to successfully fuse the T-Veronica Virus and the G Virus, becoming a superhuman.
But unfortunately, and thankfully...
Manuela survived without taking the modified G Virus, and now it's Javier's turn to choose. If he were to die, he would definitely swallow it immediately!
Anyway, I'm going to die.
Javier would rather become a stronger boss than become cannon fodder forgotten and killed...
...
On the other side—
As night fell,
A dark veil obscured the last rays of the setting sun, plunging the sky into darkness. The bright moonlight was obscured by a cluster of dark clouds, and a cool breeze swept through the air. Undoubtedly, the weather in the Spanish mountains was not good today.
On the outskirts of Wolf's Valley, a black police car slowly drove into the dense forest. It was pitch black, with no lights and muddy roads, allowing it to move forward only with its dim headlights.
The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds and withered trees, like the claws of a demon waving wildly. This godforsaken place was practically a desolate wilderness; it was hard to imagine anyone living in such a godforsaken spot.
There were even many weeds obstructing the way, as if they were roadblocks deliberately set up to prevent outsiders from entering the depths of the mountains and forests.
"Ding...ding ding...ding..."
Spanish folk dance music was playing from the police car.
Two uniformed police officers were observing the man in the back seat with great interest. The man, his face expressionless and bored, leaned against the car window, surveying the passing scenery.
The two policemen couldn't help but shake their heads with wry smiles. There were so many strange people these days; this was the first time they'd ever seen a secret agent willing to venture into the deep mountains and forests in the middle of the night to find someone.
And these agents who came looking for someone...
It's Leon without a doubt.
Wearing a pilot's jacket, with pistols slung over his belt and under his armpits, and a cold, stern expression, he was undoubtedly... neither a policeman nor an assassin, but rather an international secret agent who only appears in movies.
"Hey, I'm talking to an American..."
"What are you doing in this godforsaken place? I've never seen a more godforsaken place."
Impatient
An older police officer, slightly drunk, turned his head in the passenger seat, his face flushed with intoxication, and looked at Leon in the back seat. He couldn't help but ask, as they also wanted to hear what the agents usually did.
"Just think of me as someone looking for you. I can't say more about the details; it's confidential."
Looking at the photo of the president's daughter, Ashley, with her youthful smile in his hand, Leon slowly put the photo away, raised his head, and gave a curt reply to the drunken, elderly policeman in front of him.
The main reason Leon ventured into the deep mountains and forests in the dead of night was that this time of day was convenient for investigation; darkness made it easier to hide and infiltrate, making it the best time for investigation.
Furthermore, the President's daughter, Ashley, has been missing for 48 hours, and the safe rescue window is 72 hours. Leon doesn't want to delay any longer; any further delay could lead to anything dangerous.
That's why Leon rushed into the deep mountains and forests in the middle of the night to investigate the village shown in the information. This might be the only place where the president's daughter, Ashley, might have left a clue!
"Looking for someone...?"
"Then you must have found someone special, since our bureau chief personally ordered us to help you."
Faced with Leon's silence,
The older officer wasn't angry. Instead, he continued to joke, explaining that the other person was someone their chief could personally order, meaning their rank was far higher than theirs as lowly patrol officers—something they couldn't afford to offend.
"..."