It was even accompanied by sounds of thirsty swallowing. Seeing this, the four of them, Javier, exchanged glances and immediately understood. To maintain stable firepower output, Javier even threw the customized shotgun, which had belonged to Richard after his death, to Jill.
Barry had a Colt Revolver, Javier had two Magnums plus the Exorcism Flames, Rebecca had the M1897 Trench Sweeper, and Jill had the modified shotgun. If the Tyrant from the Cadre Training Institute had come, it would have been stunned in an instant.
Thus, the four of them felt very confident. They stood in a four-corner formation in the corner of the basement, waiting for the true identity of the dark shadow beneath the dust. They insisted on seeing who the owner of this coffin was.
As time passed,
the flying dust gradually settled, and the appearance of the dark shadow slowly emerged before everyone.
It was a giant zombie similar to a Tyrant,
but its physique was not as massive and robust as a Tyrant. However, its muscles were very strong and ferocious. The skin all over its body was different from ordinary zombies; although there were signs of decay, the skin color was a steamy red. With a height of nearly two meters, it was not as tall as a Tyrant, but it appeared incredibly tall compared to ordinary zombies.
The blood-red zombie wore a ripped white shirt with a black tie still tied at the collar. Its black suit pants were also torn, leaving only shorts, vaguely resembling a mutated Hulk with torn clothes.
Based on its clothing, the four of them, Javier, could easily discern that this zombie must have been a distinguished white-collar worker in a suit before its death. What could have caused it to fall to such a state?
This...
was actually not difficult to guess.
The true identity of the tall, blood-red zombie before them was actually the designer of the Mansion Villa, George Trevor—!
He was a famous architect invited by Spencer, the CEO of Umbrella Corporation. Initially, George was very confused by Spencer's request to install a large number of mechanisms and traps within the Mansion. However, because he desperately needed money, George still agreed to Spencer's request and spent five years building the Mansion Villa.
It could be said that the Mansion embodied George's painstaking efforts and ingenious ideas, but he would never have imagined that Spencer, upon taking over the Mansion Villa, immediately modified a large number of mechanisms within it and invited George Trevor and his family of three to the Mansion Villa under the guise of a completion dinner.
Having just finished building a death labyrinth,
Spencer was eager to test its power, so he threw George Trevor and his family of three into the Mansion Villa.
Unfortunately,
although George was the designer of the Mansion Villa, after Spencer took over, he was no longer as familiar with many of the mechanisms. He was soon trapped inside, trying for a long time but unable to escape the Mansion. He, his wife Jessica Trevor, and his daughter Lisa Trevor were all captured by Umbrella Corporation personnel and used as free test subjects for the T-Virus.
Among them, he and his wife Jessica had adverse reactions to the virus and could not integrate with it, making them unsuitable candidates. However, their daughter Lisa was a natural vessel for the virus, reacting well to the T-Virus. Thanks to his daughter's "fortune," the couple, as inferior products, were reluctantly kept alive.
After long-term viral experimentation and abuse,
their daughter Lisa proved to be much more useful than imagined, which greatly satisfied Umbrella Corporation. Even our great genius William discovered the G Virus progenitor from Lisa's body. And after obtaining the G Virus progenitor, William immediately chose to burn bridges; Lisa and her family of three were all disposed of as waste by Umbrella Corporation personnel.
Lisa herself did not die due to her strong G Virus vitality, but Lisa's mother, Jessica, was hidden inside a stone coffin. Lisa searched the Mansion Villa for several years but could not find her mother's body.
As for the father, George, he was sealed in a steel coffin. The accumulated resentment transformed him into his current appearance, blood-red all over like a demon. Now that he had been released, he would certainly be unable to control the hatred and killing intent within him, completely transforming into a berserk, irrational beast—!
"Roar, roar, roar—!!!"
Immediately upon landing,
there was a heart-wrenching roar.
The sound was incredibly piercing, causing the four of them, Javier, to frown slightly. It seemed this monster had quite the temper when waking up; such a big temper right after waking up, it even looked like it wanted to tear them to shreds.
As a berserk zombie, George's blood-red eyes instantly fixated on Javier in the very center. This wasn't Javier's bad luck; rather, his attire was enough to enrage George. His all-black tactical vest and helmet, coupled with the gas mask resembling a red-eyed, green-headed fly, immediately made George think of Umbrella Corporation's researchers.
Those Umbrella Corporation guards who dragged them by their arms into the Laboratory every day to inject them with the virus were dressed exactly like that.
Suddenly,
the last remaining obsession in George's mind directly caused the berserk zombie's rage to skyrocket. His entire blood-red skin emitted rolling steam, and in an instant, he violently shot towards Javier!
"Bang!"
He stomped his large foot suddenly,
his foot landing on the solid ground, immediately sending Scattered gravel flying. George, this berserker, completely transformed into a savage rhino, his hands spread, revealing dark red, hard claws, and he swiftly pounced towards Javier!
"Holy sh*t...!"
Seeing this,
Javier cursed out loud,
the expression beneath his gas mask was incredibly vivid.
Javier truly couldn't understand why this guy would immediately light up and attack him without hesitation, like a Chimpanzees in heat, the moment it saw him. Did he possess some kind of aura that attracted it? This was just too absurd!
But cursing aside,
Javier still reacted quickly.
Seeing the berserk zombie lunging towards him, he rapidly fired his Exorcism Flames repeatedly. Several shotgun pellets scattered and struck, and the powerful force directly delayed the berserk zombie George's advance by a few seconds. The shotgun pellets left dense bullet holes all over the berserk zombie George's body.
But he didn't know what this blood-red mutated skin was made of; its hardness was extremely high, almost as if it were covered in a layer of scab armor. The shotgun did not cause much fatal damage, nor did it even penetrate the body.
"Hmph—!"
The Exorcism Flames emptied its magazine.
Javier quickly reversed it, ignoring the hot barrel, and directly used the barrel of the Exorcism Flames as a grip, savagely smashing it onto the berserk zombie George's head!
"Bang—!"
A muffled thud,
Although this gun stock was not as powerful as a physics-defying sword, its power was not much weaker. Yet, this strike was barely effective. It hit the berserk zombie's head, and although George's forehead bled, his ferocity remained unabated. Even Javier's Exorcism Flames gun stock, which he had used for a long time, actually snapped.
This left Javier feeling extremely speechless...
"Roar, roar, roar—!!!"
Breaking through layers of obstacles,
the berserk zombie George finally lunged in front of Javier. Looking at the red-eyed gas mask so close, his suppressed berserk nature became even more intense. He opened his dark red, gaping maw, ready to bite.
The two were only half a meter apart,
coupled with the berserk zombie George's robust two-meter-tall body, it was a terrifying sight. The way he lunged at Javier was like a lion facing a pathetic little chick.
But—
"F*ck you!"
He cursed,
While the berserk zombie George opened its gaping maw, Javier suddenly pulled out the M500 Revolver from his crotch, shoved it into its mouth, and then fiercely pulled the trigger, firing.50 caliber bullets one after another!
This time...
No matter how strong the defense,
an internal breakthrough is ultimately unstoppable. In an instant... several bullets penetrated the berserk zombie George's neck. The immense power also caused George to retreat repeatedly, and Javier, gathering all his strength, delivered a fierce kick to its body.
Did he want to kick the berserk zombie George away?
Uh... of course not. This behemoth, nearly two meters tall and two hundred kilograms, could not be kicked away by Javier, the skinny guy. Instead, Javier used the force to his advantage, taking the opportunity to kick off and escape the berserk zombie George's attack range.
And the next second,
"Bang—bang—bang—bang—!!!"
A series of intense gunshots immediately rang out.
It was Jill and Rebecca and the others who had taken action! These two crazy women were even more ruthless. Two shotguns fired wildly, and Barry, holding the Colt Revolver, fired precision shots at George's head, causing countless blood spatters.
The berserk zombie George was like a living target,
mercilessly attacked by four people.
Shotgun bullets poured onto the berserk zombie George's body as if they were free. In just a few tens of seconds, George's blood-red armor was riddled with holes and utterly devastated, his entire body thoroughly riddled.
Then he fell heavily to the ground... completely lifeless!
Yes,
he died.
A terrifying existence sealed in a steel coffin died just like that. But there was no other way... If it were just one person to deal with, then this berserk zombie would become a very troublesome existence, a level second only to a Tyrant but stronger than a Hunter, a very difficult guy to handle.
However...
Facing the suppressive firepower of three shotguns plus a.44 Colt Revolver, let alone the berserk zombie George, even if a Tyrant came, it would be forced to scurry away with its head in its hands for a while. Therefore, there was truly nothing that could be done—!
Chapter Twenty-Three: Lisa Trevor
The berserk zombie George was completely dead...
He lay on the ground, as dead as could be, riddled with dense bullet holes all over his body. Even a doctor performing an autopsy would instinctively curse, because he could at least dig out nearly a hundred shotgun pellets from inside.
Weighing several kilograms...
Metal containing a small amount of flesh and blood, that's roughly what it looked like—
"Phew..."
"It's over,"
He took a deep breath,
Looking at the dense array of spent casings on the ground, which resembled a shooting range, and the mangled corpse before them, the two madwomen, Rebecca and Jill, exchanged awkward glances. Then they shook their heads; it seemed they had truly played a bit too wildly.
Javier, however, was too lazy to bother with these two crazy women,
Instead, he immediately turned to look at the items that had fallen from the steel coffin next to him. Just as the steel coffin broke its seal, a photograph and an ordinary piece of paper also fell out. Although they were now splattered with bloodstains everywhere, he could still vaguely make out the appearance of the photograph and the handwriting on the paper.
The photograph was still a faded, old color,
and on it was a warm family of three.
There was a seemingly solemn and unsmiling but very kind father, dressed in a suit and tie, holding a briefcase, a famous architect. His wife was a beautiful housewife with a neat golden ponytail, her face also beaming with a happy smile despite the passage of time.
And the beautiful girl in the very center was their daughter, the fruit of their love, a little angel bestowed by heaven who added a touch of longing to their already happy lives.
But they never expected,
This longing-filled color would soon be diluted into nothingness by the gray of disaster...
It was George Trevor's family of three,
It was a very warm family—
And on the yellowed paper,
There were also densely packed words and drawings.
The drawing lines were exceptionally straight and neat, indicating that George, as an architect, had excellent drawing skills and was very meticulous. What was drawn on it was a plan and perspective view of the Mansion Villa. This was a design blueprint that George had painstakingly recreated from memory.
George had specifically recreated it to escape the Mansion Villa, but he never expected that the interior of the Mansion Villa had undergone drastic changes from his original design, with many mechanisms reconfigured. This meant that only half of the routes on this design blueprint were correct.
This was also the real reason why George Trevor, the designer of the Mansion Villa, was unable to escape the Mansion Villa.
Until his death,
He still wanted to take his wife and daughter to escape, but unfortunately... the will of mortals ultimately could not withstand the erosion of the virus, and he quickly succumbed. The densely packed words were important texts that George, with firm perseverance, recorded before he was infected by the virus and lost consciousness, as a final farewell.
"..."
"I feel like I won't last much longer. I thought this was a great architectural design, but I never expected it to be a deal with the devil. Umbrella Corporation and Spencer are absolute devils. They use the Mansion Villa to obscure external scrutiny, secretly researching biological viruses."
"Those devils in human skin actually injected me, my wife, and my daughter with the virus... Damn it! I feel like I don't have much time left. I thought, as the Mansion's designer, I should be able to escape from here, but I was careless. The inside has undergone drastic changes. I can't escape the prison I designed. Perhaps this is retribution...!"
"Many secrets are hidden beneath the Mansion Villa; it's likely their primary research Laboratory. Their power is overwhelming. I've witnessed, firsthand, a continuous stream of orphans, homeless people, and prisoners being transported into the Mansion Villa. It's highly probable that Umbrella Corporation has even collaborated with the government and police departments."
"I have nothing to help you with. I hope this crude Mansion design blueprint can be of some use, but it's not entirely correct. I've already heard those devils preparing to dispose of me. It's probably because I'm no longer of any use. I've hidden this paper and photograph on my person. I hope whoever finds it, please save my poor daughter and wife..."
This was the heavy content recorded on a simple piece of paper.
The four of them, Javier, looked at the words on it, their expressions becoming solemn, and they all fell silent—
No one could have imagined,
The berserk zombie lying on the ground before them was, in life, such a loving and responsible father.
"He was a qualified father and a responsible husband. What a pity... It seems the sins committed by Umbrella Corporation are even more profound than we imagined."
Putting away the photograph and the paper, Javier took a deep breath and sighed. He had actually known about Lisa's family for a long time, being a veteran player of the old Resident Evil games, but he didn't expect to be so moved and Feelings when actually facing it.
Even Barry, standing nearby, clenched his fists. As a father... he almost felt the same way.
Barry also secretly congratulated himself on his choice, not to compromise with such a brutal and devil-like Umbrella Corporation, and Wesker. That would simply be aiding and abetting evil. At that time, even if he did help Wesker deal with S.T.A.R.S, Barry himself, once useless, might also be disposed of as waste, and his wife and daughter could very likely end up like George's family of three, used as test subjects by Umbrella Corporation. This was what Barry could least tolerate.
Now, Barry could roughly understand why George, as a father, had transformed from an ordinary zombie into a berserk zombie. It turned out that such immense hatred had accumulated within him. If it were him... he probably wouldn't be much different.