"Javier!!!" +2
Watching Javier collapse unconscious, Rebecca and Billy Coen beside him cried out anxiously, their faces filled with worry and concern. Their eyes, when they looked at the Prototype Tyrant before them, seemed to almost spit flames of fury.
"Die, monster!"
"Die here, monster!"
They couldn't help but curse.
Rebecca and Billy Coen's weapons opened fire rapidly, as if they wished to unleash all their bullets in an instant, launching the most ferocious attack against the Prototype Tyrant. If they had been terrified of this monster just moments ago, now... only rage remained.
"Bang bang bang—!!!"
"Boom boom boom—!!!"
Whether it was the shotgun or the M1911 pistol, orange bullets flew out like rain. And this time... Rebecca and Billy Coen perfectly struck the Prototype Tyrant's large, crimson heart on its chest.
"Pfft... Pfft..."
With the rupture of the large, crimson heart,
the Prototype Tyrant, which had been accelerating its blood circulation, suddenly froze. Countless amounts of blood gushed out from the heart's location like free water. The Tyrant, which had entered its second-gear berserk state, was quickly forced out of it.
The berserk state earlier required accelerated blood circulation to enter the red rage, but now... its heart was directly burst. The accelerated blood flowed out from this opening. No matter how powerful the Prototype Tyrant was, it simply couldn't defy biological theory and continue its berserk state without blood. That was impossible!
"Roar...!"
Another painful cry of agony.
With its heart burst, although the Prototype Tyrant still had two other hearts and wouldn't immediately die, this particular heart was responsible for blood circulation, thus it was the one with the greatest blood loss. Even if the Prototype Tyrant wouldn't die immediately, feeling its blood continuously draining away still made it feel fear.
Now, it had to feed immediately—!
Because only by feeding could it accelerate its body's metabolism. As a BOW created by the T-Virus, the Prototype Tyrant naturally possessed the excellent wound self-healing abilities of T-Virus zombies, provided it could obtain enough energy.
Thinking of this...
The Prototype Tyrant's gaze towards the three of them—Javier, Rebecca, and Billy—grew even more frantic and eager. Although it was half-kneeling on the ground, its two large hands flailed wildly, trying to immediately grab Rebecca and Billy Coen. But the more eager it was, the less it could achieve.
No matter how wildly it grabbed, it couldn't touch Rebecca and Billy Coen. After all, at this moment, the Prototype Tyrant couldn't move at all; it could only stand rooted to the spot, trying to hook the two with its long arms.
"..."
And just as Rebecca and Billy were struggling with how to deal with this troublesome monster,
a timely mechanical female voice suddenly sounded:
"The lift platform device has arrived at the underground Institute. Please be aware, everyone, the lift platform device has arrived at the underground Institute. Please be aware, please leave immediately!"
Like a life-saving bell,
hearing the mechanical electronic female voice from the old loudspeaker, Rebecca and Billy Coen's faces lit up with joy, and they excitedly shouted, "Let's go! Don't stay here. Once we create some distance, there are a thousand ways to deal with this ugly monster!"
You see,
the reason Rebecca and the others were in such a sorry state
was because the previous battleground was on the lift platform device, a confined space with no room to escape. But now that there was space to flee, dealing with this Prototype Tyrant would be easy.
High-explosive grenades, flashbangs, Molotov cocktails—throw them all at this monster's face. Rebecca didn't believe they couldn't kill this monster.
Javier hadn't dared to use these area-of-effect weapons earlier because the environment was too confined. If a High-explosive grenade was thrown on the ground, it could blow up the Prototype Tyrant, but they would also die instantly. But now that there was ample space, it didn't matter; they could use them freely and boldly!
"Quick!"
"Rebecca, carry Javier and leave first. I'll hold this monster off for a bit!"
Billy Coen also knew what to do.
He quickly used his pistol to open fire and attract the Prototype Tyrant's attention, while Rebecca quickly helped the unconscious Javier up and limped away. The so-called underground Institute was also a massive biochemical factory with a lot of space. Rebecca quickened her pace, helping the unconscious Javier escape across the open ground—!
Chapter 52: The Amnesiac
"Thump thump thump..."
Limply,
Rebecca helped Javier to a corner of the underground Institute. Seeing Billy Coen still engaging the Prototype Tyrant on the lift platform device, Rebecca's expression changed. She quickly opened Javier's tactical backpack and pulled out a High-explosive grenade and a Molotov cocktail.
"Billy!"
"Get out of there quickly! I'll use this to deal with this monster!"
Raising the Molotov cocktail and High-explosive grenade in her hands, Rebecca shouted a warning to Billy Coen in the distance. Without hesitation, Rebecca quickly lit the rag on the Molotov cocktail. With a "hiss," the flame began to burn.
Billy turned around.
Seeing the Molotov cocktail in Rebecca's hand, he immediately understood what the girl wanted to do. He then frantically emptied his M1911.45 caliber pistol, firing all the bullets at the Prototype Tyrant's head.
Billy intended to use this to obstruct the Prototype Tyrant's vision. And indeed, the moment Billy's.45 caliber bullets were fired, the Prototype Tyrant subconsciously raised its dark, bone-like giant arm to shield its head. All the bullets struck its hard, bone-like arm.
"Clang clang—!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
Bullets bounced off.
Even a.50 caliber Desert Eagle couldn't penetrate the Prototype Tyrant's hard arm, let alone a.45 caliber Colt M1911. Although both were large-caliber firearms, as long as they didn't hit a soft spot, they couldn't inflict effective damage on the Prototype Tyrant.
However,
while the Prototype Tyrant seemed to evade the bullet attack, it also obstructed its own vision, making it impossible to pursue effectively. It could only stand there blankly. And this precise moment was cleverly exploited by Billy Coen, who quickly took off running, executing a roll, and soon escaped the range of the lift platform device!
"Whoosh—!"
Seeing this,
as Billy Coen escaped the kill zone,
Rebecca's eyes on the other side narrowed. She exerted all her strength with her slender arm and fiercely threw the Molotov cocktail. It was that same graceful arc, the burning rag spinning in mid-air, and then it smashed onto the Prototype Tyrant's head. The glass bottle shattered, and the gasoline inside mixed with the burning rag, causing a large fire to suddenly ignite!
"Pfft pfft..."
"Boom—!"
From top to bottom,
the Prototype Tyrant, from its head to its body, was drenched in gasoline. Scorching flames spread over its entire body, and the searing burns made its already rotting skin even more putrid and unbearable. A foul, charred smell quickly permeated the air.
"Roar...!!!"
Feeling the scorching pain all over its body,
the Prototype Tyrant let out another furious growl. Its massive, thick arms flailed wildly. The flames had already charred its skin, and with no sign of the fire dying down, the violently struggling Tyrant at this moment looked like a terrifying demon engulfed in flames.
Like a devil being subjected to a fiery execution,
its piercing wails echoed, coupled with its desperate struggles, it was utterly horrifying—
However,
even so,
the punishment for this demon's sins was still not over. Rebecca, having thrown the Molotov cocktail, never intended to let it off easily. After all, this monster was the one who had almost killed Javier, so it absolutely couldn't be let go easily. She fiercely bit off the pin of the High-explosive grenade, and a dark, round projectile was once again thrown with all of Rebecca's might!
As always, a graceful arc,
like a fleeting meteor in the sky,
"Clang!"
A crisp sound.
The High-explosive grenade rolled to the Prototype Tyrant's feet. At this moment, the Prototype Tyrant, being scorched by the intense fire, was completely unaware of the danger at its feet. Because all the skin on its body, including its eyes, had been burned away. At this moment, it couldn't see anything, and even its keen sense of smell was useless.
Therefore,
the next second...
"Boom-------!!!"
A deafening, terrifying explosion struck.
The entire High-explosive grenade exploded on the lift platform device. Its casing shattered, and the compressed flames instantly created an explosion, sending countless steel ball fragments from inside the grenade flying out at extremely high speeds. Coupled with the instantaneous heating to a scorching temperature, this created such a powerful weapon.
"..."
After the intense explosion,
the top of the lift platform device was enveloped in a thick white smoke. The ground was covered in splattered blood and shredded flesh. A tall, blurry figure still seemed to stand amidst the rolling smoke. Was this... smoke with no damage?!
Uh,
actually, no.
As the thick smoke gradually dispersed, Rebecca and Billy finally saw the Prototype Tyrant's true appearance. It was still standing, but there wasn't much flesh left on its body. Its left leg was instantly blown off, leaving only a bare white bone leg standing. As for its torso and above, countless flesh had been scraped away by shrapnel and steel balls.
Most of the Prototype Tyrant's body had disintegrated,
not much left after being blown up by the High-explosive grenade.
The standing skeletal frame only remained for a few seconds before crashing down, hitting the ground with a thud, devoid of any life—
The Prototype Tyrant...
was defeated!
"..."
"That's great, we won!"
Staring blankly at the collapsing Prototype Tyrant, Rebecca seemed to react a half-beat late, calling out excitedly after a moment of stunned. Her small pink fists were clenched white, showing her intense excitement.
Billy Coen, seeing this, also let out a deep sigh of relief. It seemed this terrifying monster was not invincible after all. Although it was sufficiently terrifying, it was still no match for modern weaponry. These cold, hard firearms were always the most terrifying sharp tools.
Having dealt with the Prototype Tyrant, Billy Coen slumped to the ground, letting out a deep breath. It was another battle of survival. He really didn't know why Javier could always appear so relaxed. Was it because he was optimistic enough?
That's right!
Javier—!
At this moment,
Billy Coen remembered they still had an injured person. His backside, which had just landed, quickly rose again. Billy Coen jogged to the unconscious Javier, extending his calloused finger to check Javier's breath.
"Whew..."
Although the situation was not optimistic,
Javier's nostrils still emitted a slow, warm breath, and its rhythm was stable, not hurried at all. This indicated that Javier was not in serious danger.
"..."
"Rebecca, Javier... how is he doing now?"
Sighing deeply,
Billy Coen asked Rebecca, the medic, calmly. He truly owed Javier a lot just now. That guy was more loyal than he had imagined. When the three of them were cornered by the Prototype Tyrant on the lift platform device, only Javier was the one who sacrificed himself first to attract the Prototype Tyrant's attention.
In terms of self-sacrifice—
Billy Coen admitted he couldn't do it. If it were at the very last moment, then Billy Coen would definitely fight with all his might, like Javier, to desperately attract the Prototype Tyrant's attention. But to be as decisive and direct as Javier, and to sacrifice himself so selflessly, that was something Billy Coen couldn't do.
Therefore...
Billy Coen was very grateful,
grateful that Javier was willing to believe he wasn't a criminal, grateful that Javier was willing to trust him, and grateful that Javier was so selfless in protecting him and Rebecca!
"It should be... not a big problem."
"Because of the immense impact, his back of the head hit the wall, which caused Javier to faint. But fortunately, Javier was wearing a steel helmet, so his head wasn't cracked. As for his arm... it's really lucky. If the force had been just a little bit stronger, it would have broken. Now it's just a dislocation, and I've already set it. But he can't do strenuous activities for a short period of time."
"Otherwise... it's very likely to leave sequelae. Once an arm or shoulder has been dislocated, if it's not properly rested and he continues to exert himself, it will become a chronic problem later, and then dislocation will become very frequent!"
On the other side,
Rebecca carefully examined Javier's injuries all over his body.
Finally, after finding that there weren't too many problems, she let out a deep sigh of relief and explained. Although his forearms were red and numb, fortunately, they weren't broken, which was the luckiest thing. As for the back of his head, because Javier was wearing a steel helmet, he avoided a cracked injury.
However, he would certainly have some degree of concussion in the future.