Unlike later versions that would wear trench coats for protection, or be controlled by Plaga parasites, or even be Tyrants clad in steel, the Prototype Tyrant at this moment still had its exposed heart and spine as its greatest weaknesses.
The Tyrant had two or three hearts; the outermost one was for blood circulation.
If it was destroyed first, it could greatly reduce the Tyrant's blood circulation and slow down his movements.
As for the spine on his back, the angle was too tricky.
Unless Javier knew the 'gun-shaking technique'—that theoretical move where, at the moment a pistol bullet is fired, one rapidly shakes the gun to create a 'primordial pinecone phlegm tremor lightning whip,' which could change the bullet's trajectory upon exiting the barrel, allowing it to hit the Tyrant's spine at an arc!
But now...
Even for a shooting genius like Javier, he couldn't accomplish such a difficult and impractical shooting technique.
He could only hope that the 'golden finger' (system/cheat) later on would sell him such a secret manual!
"Clang, clang, clang—!!!"
However, to Javier's disappointment, the Prototype Tyrant in front of him was far smarter than in the game.
As one of the few remaining intelligent BOWs within the Umbrella Corporation, the Tyrant, like the Hunter before him, instinctively protected his exposed weaknesses from harm, instead of foolishly allowing himself to be hit.
He only heard a few loud "clanging" sounds...
Even Javier's Desert Eagle Magnum bullets were all blocked by the Tyrant's dark bone-like right hand.
The usually powerful Magnum bullets, at this moment, seemed to strike a thick steel plate, sparking everywhere and completely failing to break through his defense!
And that dark arm was the hardest part of the Tyrant's entire body.
The entire dark right arm was formed from special hardened bone tissue, and its hardness was no less than that of real steel, so using his right arm to block Magnum bullets was more than enough.
Javier's expression hardened as he watched the intelligent Prototype Tyrant before him...
This was troublesome; he hadn't been able to shoot the Tyrant dead in mid-air.
Now that it had landed on the platform device, how were they supposed to kill this monster?
Could it be... that he really had to sacrifice himself to create an opportunity, forcibly exchanging his life for the Tyrant's, for the plot to be satisfied?
But... as a Blue Butterfly, no matter how small, he was unwilling to become cannon fodder in the plot!
"Boom—!"
Like a black cannonball exiting the barrel, the Tyrant's massive body slammed heavily onto the lift platform device, causing the entire device to suddenly shake violently.
Javier and the other two almost fell to the ground from the tremor.
"Ho ho ho..."
"Ho... ho ho... uh..."
A tall black shadow enveloped Javier and the other two.
A low hiss gradually came from their ears.
The Prototype Tyrant in front of them, with its eyes rolled back, was staring intently at Javier, and a viscous white saliva involuntarily drooled from its mouth, just like an alligator that hadn't eaten for dozens of days.
At this moment, the Prototype Tyrant had entered a state of hunger.
It now... only wanted to immediately devour these three delicious little dessert cakes in front of it!
As Javier and the other two looked at the giant Tyrant in front of them, and felt the terrifying oppressive aura emanating from him, they involuntarily swallowed their saliva.
This monster was indeed terrifying.
Although he still looked human, the oppressive feeling he gave off was incomparable to the Hunter they had faced before; he was simply too much stronger!
"I'll distract him."
"Rebecca, Billy, you two take the opportunity to sneak attack him.
Pay attention... do you see the exposed heart on this monster's chest and the spine on his back?
These two are his weaknesses.
Aim for his weaknesses.
Whether we can kill this guy depends on your marksmanship, and I can't hold out for long!"
But very quickly, despite the cursing and complaining, Javier made a decision the moment he saw the Prototype Tyrant slam onto the lift platform device.
Cannon fodder was cannon fodder; Javier didn't care anymore.
In such a confined space, there was no way to avoid it.
Only one person could attract the Prototype Tyrant's attention, and the other two would have a chance if they attacked together.
And the person to attract the Tyrant's attention could only be Javier himself.
Actually, it wasn't that Javier had some great self-sacrificing ideology.
It was just that among the three, only Javier himself was the most suitable.
Rebecca, well...
The two seemed unrelated, just partners, but even so... as a man, Javier would not allow himself to take a woman's life as a price and then live on.
This was his bottom line as a human, not a beast!
Javier was not that selfish; no matter how many dozens of times it happened, Javier would probably make this choice.
As for Billy... the former Lieutenant of the Marine Corps, this American soldier was indeed much stronger than Javier, but Billy was bare-armed and had no protection; a scratch would mean infection and death.
The margin for error was too low—!
Therefore, out of helplessness, only Javier, who was armed to the teeth, could attract his attention.
Who told him he was so afraid of death when he came?
Now it was time to make some sacrifices and contributions...
Chapter 51: The Blue Butterfly
Never mind—this was Javier's first thought.
Looking at the intimidating Prototype Tyrant in front of him, Javier quickly swapped magazines, reloaded his Desert Eagle, and aimed the cold, black muzzle at the Prototype Tyrant's lower body.
Since his heart and head were tightly protected, then he would attack his lower body to attract attention.
Javier didn't believe this monster, who had no 'thingy,' would have the concept of groin protection!
"Click!"
"Bang—!"
Another crisp sound.
An orange bullet shot out again, rapidly flying towards the Prototype Tyrant's groin.
At this moment, Javier displayed his most precise shooting talent.
In a trance... Javier only felt his brain heat up and go blank, his eyes only seeing the various weaknesses of the Prototype Tyrant, with no other thoughts.
Perhaps this was the so-called unity of mind and skill...!
Thanks to his predecessor, Javier was a shooting idiot.
It was only thanks to the muscle memory retained by his original body that he could perform to this extent.
And now Javier only felt... that as he concentrated, he seemed to be beginning to grasp the rich shooting techniques of his original body, which were like a treasure trove.
"Target hit!"
Watching his bullet fly out, such a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
It wasn't another personality, but the confidence born from countless hours of practice.
Just at the moment he fired, his original body's muscle memory had already determined the bullet's hit.
This was confidence in his own skill!
And sure enough,
"Pfft—!"
The Desert Eagle bullet instantly hit the Prototype Tyrant's groin, with devastating effect, causing a fatal critical hit.
Blood splattered from the Prototype Tyrant's lower body, and intense pain surged through him.
The Prototype Tyrant roared in fury, his eyes rolled back, staring intently in Javier's direction.
The next second,
"Roar, roar, roar—!!!"
A deafening roar, as if wanting to devour Javier, this human, completely.
The Prototype Tyrant's rolled-back eyes showed terrifying rage, and then his entire body's muscles began to tense.
A massive, dark, giant hand slammed down violently.
That dark arm was a weapon arm, mixed with special bone tissue and sharp spikes, as sharp as a spear.
Just a light touch could instantly cut Javier in half at the waist!
"Here it comes..."
Watching the enraged Tyrant in front of him, Javier muttered to himself, feigning calmness, while his eyes remained fixed on the huge arm swinging down towards him.
Although he really wanted to perform a Tyrant-slaying knife kill at this moment, unfortunately... as a weak newbie just starting out, his combat power of five didn't allow him to do so.
Therefore, facing this swift attack from the Tyrant, Javier could only rely on his reaction speed!
He hoped he wouldn't be half a beat too slow because his original body had no girlfriend and often did needlework; otherwise, he would really be 'GG' here today.
"Whoosh—!"
A gust of wind brushed past his ear.
As the dark arm grew larger and larger in his vision, about to smash into his face, Javier's body finally moved.
His body abruptly dodged to one side.
Although it was a side dodge, Javier merely twisted his body.
Because a large-scale body swing to dodge simply wouldn't be fast enough; if Javier had done that, the first attack to arrive would have been the Prototype Tyrant's dark arm smash.
Therefore, Javier only chose to twist his body.
The dark bone arm rapidly descended, just 5 centimeters away from Javier's body.
The powerful palm wind almost tore his outer clothing during the process.
"Bang... Boom—!!!"
A loud crash.
Javier barely dodged the Prototype Tyrant's attack, and the Prototype Tyrant's arm slammed heavily onto the ground of the lift platform device.
The thick steel plate was directly gouged open by the Tyrant's bone spikes, creating a huge hole, showing that its sharpness should definitely not be underestimated.
"Shoot!"
"Shoot!"
Taking advantage of this moment, Billy Coen and Rebecca, who were at the side, didn't hesitate.
They both shouted, quickly pulled the triggers of their weapons, and shotgun and M1911.45 caliber bullets flew out.
The Prototype Tyrant, who had intended to slap Javier to death again, froze.
Facing Billy Coen and Rebecca's sudden attack, he had no chance to dodge.
Several bullets all hit his exposed, pale spine on his back.
As for the heart on his chest, due to the angle, it was impossible to hit, so all fire could only be concentrated on the Prototype Tyrant's exposed spine on his back.
"Bang, bang, bang—!!!"
"Crack, crack..."
Several orange bullets, like the venomous stings of mad bees, precisely hit the Prototype Tyrant's exposed, pale spine on his back.
That fragile spine was instantly shattered into porous bone, directly breaking in the middle.
"Roar...!"
Feeling his spine being broken and intense stinging pain coming from his brain, the Prototype Tyrant let out a painful wail.
His entire body felt as if crushed by a thousand-pound boulder, and his massive frame couldn't help but half-kneel.
That's right—for ordinary people, a broken spine would undoubtedly lead to paralysis, because the spine contains a large number of nerves that connect to the brain for control.
Once broken, it means the control over the lower body is severed, and one certainly cannot stand up again, as the legs would have no sensation, so how could they move?
But unfortunately, this was a Tyrant.
Even a Prototype was stronger than an ordinary human.
Not to mention he had two or three hearts, even the nerve distribution in his spine was much more extensive than that of ordinary humans.
Therefore, breaking his spine only made his movements less agile; it didn't mean his entire lower body would be paralyzed.
"Roar, roar, roar—!!!"
Suffering extreme pain, the Tyrant at this moment entered a state of frenzy.
His pale skin suddenly began to turn crimson, blood vessels bulged, dense and numerous, and the crimson heart on his chest began to beat faster.
At this moment, the Tyrant had entered 'Gear Two' state.
He continuously exhaled hot white steam from his mouth, and the moment he looked at Javier, a ferocious expression immediately appeared on his face.
His originally half-kneeling body suddenly stood up, and his other massive, blood-red arm swung over violently!
"It's over...!"
Rebecca and Billy Coen's sneak attack earlier made Javier think the Tyrant was out of combat, but he didn't expect this monster could still 'burst' into a stronger state.
This was too absurd... Although bosses usually had several forms, you're a Prototype Tyrant; do you also go into a berserk state and 'burst' out of your clothes?
Therefore, the unprepared Javier was unable to seize the opportunity to dodge as he had before.
Watching the blood-red arm smash heavily towards his face, Javier knew he couldn't take it head-on with his handsome face.
After all, he still needed this handsome face to pick up girls.
If that fist, as big as a sandbag, landed, it would at least disfigure him, or probably blow his entire head off.
Therefore, if Javier didn't want to die, he had to find another way to take this hit!
"No choice...!"
In desperation, Javier could only adopt the standard cross-shield defense, crossing his arms tightly in front of him.
The rest... was up to fate.
"Boom—!"
A buzzing sound filled his ears; Javier's ears were ringing.
In an instant... a terrifying force struck, spreading throughout Javier's entire body.
At this moment... Javier felt as if he had been hit by a train; his entire body, like a ragdoll, slammed heavily into the wall behind the platform device, and then bounced violently onto the ground.
The powerful impact caused Javier's consciousness to gradually blur, his eyelids uncontrollably feeling heavy, and his entire body aching immensely, as if it had fallen apart, coupled with his trembling and numb arms, Javier only felt...
"Broken... broken...?"
He didn't know if it was an illusion or what, Javier only felt that his arms seemed to have broken.
Just one hit had crippled Javier's arms, which left Javier in a daze.
Coupled with the strong wave of drowsiness, Javier was powerless and could only sigh, perhaps this was the fate of the Blue Butterfly!
Sometimes, it can stir up terrifying global storms, but other times, it can only stir up small ripples on the surface of a lake...
"..."