"Wesker, you're the Umbrella Corporation's mole...?"
Facing the threat, the naive Chris showed no fear, still questioning Wesker in a cold voice. This time, Chris didn't even use a respectful title. Towards traitors... Chris was always so clear-cut in his judgment of good and evil.
This tone and expression made Wesker even more irritated. He raised the grip of his pistol and slammed it hard into Chris's face!
"Bang—!"
With a muffled thud, Chris was knocked to the ground, a cut opening on his forehead, blood beginning to flow. But Chris didn't cry out in pain, still gazing at Wesker with cold eyes, as if judging a sinner.
"Hmph...!"
"Stubborn, then there's nothing left to say. Enjoy the gift I've prepared for you. After that... you'll be useless and can just die—!!!"
Ignoring Chris's gaze, Wesker walked straight ahead. In the tunnel before him was an even larger Laboratory, and in the center of the Laboratory was a huge glass tank, inside which lay a giant, eyes closed in slumber!
Chapter 30: Ada Wong
It was the familiar huge transparent glass nutrient tank...
Nearly three meters tall, it was filled with green nutrient fluid, and the giant within was slowly sleeping with eyes closed. Wesker looked at the 'artwork' admired and worshipped by countless Umbrella Corporation researchers, yet his face was full of disdain.
To be honest, if it weren't for the need for combat data from the Tyrant as a bargaining chip for his defection, Wesker wouldn't bother with this defective product.
As a prodigy of the "Wesker Project," while Wesker possessed extraordinary intelligence, some aspects still required talent. This wasn't a talent for basic brain function, but a talent for a specific ability.
And that talent, naturally, was the Virus—
Although Wesker was astute, his ability in Virus research was not much stronger than his junior, William. This was because William's fanaticism for the Virus far surpassed Wesker's. That pathological obsession with the Virus was something Wesker could not compare to.
Therefore, within the Umbrella Corporation, while Wesker had more connections than William, his status and the level of importance placed on him were not as high as William's. After all, Spencer, the boss, valued the Virus most; he wanted a Virus that granted immortality, not just a capable Wesker.
So, this was also the primary reason Wesker wanted to defect. He wasn't given much important work at the Umbrella Corporation, his Virus research ability wasn't strong, and Spencer, the boss, constantly suppressed his ambition. That's why Wesker unreservedly chose to betray the Umbrella Corporation.
And now...
Looking at this Tyrant experiment that once made his heart surge, Wesker felt nothing but contempt.
He had already injected the Progenitor Virus, and the Progenitor Virus had begun to evolve within his body. Wesker could feel the changes in his body: his five senses, strength, speed, explosive power, neural response, and even muscle dimension were slowly increasing, and there were no side effects. At this moment, Wesker truly understood that he was the true evolver—!
The T-Virus and the Tyrant experiment before him were merely defective products. Since that was the case... Wesker would no longer care about these things.
"..."
"Hello... defective product. I really don't know why those foolish guys worship you so much. Ultimate evolved biological weapon? Haha... truly ridiculous. But it doesn't matter. As long as you can get me enough bargaining chips."
"Now let me see the power of your so-called ultimate evolved biological weapon, Tyrant—"
Slowly walking to the front of the huge transparent glass nutrient tank, Wesker couldn't help but mock the creature before quickly raising his finger and rapidly entering the authorization password on the experimental equipment before pressing the button to release the Tyrant.
"Click!"
"Buzz—!!!"
The next second, the entire Laboratory emitted a violent buzzing sound, and the alarm slowly began to blare, red warning lights flashing frantically:
"Bio-weapon leakage detected, Bio-weapon leakage detected, Resident Evil leakage detected. Level: Extreme Danger! All research personnel please evacuate immediately, repeat, all research personnel please evacuate immediately..."
The electronic mechanical female voice sounded. On the huge transparent glass nutrient tank, the green nutrient liquid slowly receded until it completely disappeared. The giant's body, which had been sleeping for a long time, also began to gradually tremble, showing signs of waking up.
This situation made Chris and Enrico, who were in the distance, instantly freeze.
They didn't understand what this monster in front of them was. Its appearance was similar to a human, but its height was about 3 meters. It had a bald head and an extremely robust body, truly like a legendary giant. Its muscles were explosive all over its body, and its skin was pale, but the area of decay was not large.
A huge red heart was exposed on its chest, beating non-stop. Especially its right hand, which had a large claw, bigger than any beast's claw on Earth. One slap could probably tear a door apart...
Could this be the ultimate Bio-weapon researched by the Umbrella Corporation—?
With a hint of doubt, Chris and Enrico couldn't help but ponder.
But soon, Wesker interrupted their conjectures.
"That's the T-002 Tyrant, the ultimate Bio-weapon secretly researched by the Umbrella Corporation, intending to convert it into a controllable Bio-weapon so it can be deployed on battlefields on a large scale. It's just a defective product, not complete."
"And the purpose of me leading your S.T.A.R.S here is also this. I need the Tyrant's combat data. Therefore... the task of fighting it is up to you two, Chris, Enrico, aren't you surprised?"
"You two always wanted to be heroes, didn't you? Now the task of dealing with the ultimate Bio-weapon is handed to you."
Seeing that the T-002 Tyrant was about to awaken, Wesker no longer bothered to hide anything from Chris and Enrico. His villainous nature exposed, he directly explained to them. Then, Wesker had no intention of staying longer and prepared to leave this godforsaken place immediately.
Just now, he had already activated the recording equipment on the Laboratory's devices. Through permission modification, the data would be transmitted to his computer in real-time. The Mansion Villa's self-destruct program had also been activated by him, set to start in 5 minutes. 5 minutes was enough time for the T-002 Tyrant to deal with Chris and Enrico, those two good-for-nothings. Besides, Wesker didn't believe Enrico and Chris, those two good-for-nothings, could last 5 minutes.
Once the combat data was in hand, and the Mansion Villa self-destructed, then Wesker naturally had no reason to stay here. He just needed to leave quickly. Anyway, when all of S.T.A.R.S died, there would be no information about him being alive, so it wouldn't matter.
"Oh... I almost forgot!"
"How can you two, empty-handed, last 5 minutes in front of the T-002 Tyrant? Here, take these back. Try to cling to life, because there are even more desperate surprises waiting for you..."
Just as Wesker was about to leave, his expression suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something amusing. He returned the police-issued sidearms he had just confiscated to Chris and Enrico, speaking mockingly with such indifference.
"There's only one pistol. Don't try to ambush me with it, because it only has 15 rounds. Once you run out, you won't be able to defeat the T-002 Tyrant. Good luck, S.T.A.R.S."
This time, Wesker did not die at the hands of the Tyrant, because he felt there was no need. Turning his back, he left Chris and Enrico with an incredibly cold silhouette, then slowly disappeared to the other side of the Laboratory tunnel—!
...
On the other side—
Javier and the others, who were searching everywhere for evidence against the Umbrella Corporation, found an email in a computer's inbox:
"June 8, 1998—"
"Dearest Ada, by the time you read this letter, I may no longer be myself. The test results are in, and it's a very unpleasant positive reaction. This is the result I least wanted to see, but there's no choice... perhaps this is fate!"
"Just thinking about the ominous signs of impending doom makes me almost go crazy with pain. If I could avoid turning into a monster, I would give up everything."
"As far as I know, you haven't been infected. I sincerely hope things don't escalate to that point, but if you truly are the only one left, then I hope you obtain the data from the Visual Data Room."
"Then activate the self-destruct system in the power room. Do your best to reveal the truth to the public. If everything goes smoothly, you should be able to unlock all the doors. I have already set up the Laboratory terminal. Cracking the door locks requires two sets of passwords. The account is my name, and the password is your name. Additionally, another set of passwords is needed."
"It's hidden in the X-ray film in the Visual Data Room. Clever as you are, you'll surely be able to decipher its secret. Finally... there's one more thing, consider it my last request. If I truly turn into a monster, and you happen to encounter me, please end my life with your own hands. I don't want to become an ugly monster. That's all. I love you, Ada—!"
"Sincerely, John..."
The entire email content was as such. Jill and Barry, who were beside Javier, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise after seeing the information. They hadn't expected that the Umbrella Corporation's experimental evidence was hidden in the Visual Data Room. It was like searching high and low for something only to find it effortlessly.
This made things much simpler. As long as they could reach the Visual Data Room and decipher the so-called X-ray film, they could obtain all the Umbrella Corporation's experimental criminal evidence. This would make their report against the Umbrella Corporation much more powerful.
However, Javier held a different opinion...
"Ugh... so cheesy."
"'I love you, Ada,' tsk tsk... I never imagined that a dignified Umbrella Corporation Laboratory Director, a genius in Virus research, would also be unable to resist the temptation of a beautiful woman, even willingly becoming a bootlicker. I really don't know if it's our Wang Auntie's charm that's too strong, or if this guy's resolve is unstable."
Looking at the email content, Javier couldn't help but despise it in his heart.
Yes... that's right, the Ada written above is our long-awaited Wang Auntie, whom we've been thinking about day and night.
Ada Wong— Her profession is an international agent and spy, working for an unknown major corporation. She is a true femme fatale, because even her name, Ada Wong, is fake. So far, no one knows Ada Wong's real name. Or, more precisely, Ada Wong is an inherited name; due to some special reason, she uses this alias. Like Wesker, the Umbrella Corporation's socialite, Ada is also a socialite among spy agents, often venturing into dangerous places and into the hearts of various corporate executives to complete missions, making their hearts itch...
Mr. John, in front of them, was just like that. As the Director of the Umbrella Corporation's Mansion Villa Laboratory, his special status was naturally noticed by Ada. To obtain various experimental data on the T-Virus, Ada approached John by playing the role of a lover. After a few days of sweet talk, John, whose resolve was unstable, successfully fell under Ada's spell—
And now...
This guy has already transformed into the ultimate bootlicker, changing half of the Laboratory's password to the English letters "Ada Wong." He even plans to spill all of the Umbrella Corporation's experimental data to our Wang Auntie, without holding anything back.
What's even more ridiculous is that our Mr. John actually believes that Wang Auntie will make this data public and expose the Umbrella Corporation's sinful deeds.
To this, Javier could only sigh, saying, "Genius... his IQ is sufficient, but his EQ is practically negative." He was played by Wang Auntie like a fiddle. If this Mr. John knew that his beloved Ada Wong would quickly fall for a young, handsome, spiky-haired fellow, Leon S. Kennedy, during her few days in Raccoon City, and that the two would almost fall in love at first sight, their eyes sparkling, quickly developing a different kind of affection, this Mr. John, who had been cuckolded, would he evolve from a regular zombie into a Tyrant to pluck off the spiky-haired young man Leon's head?
But it seems unlikely. Who made Leon S. Kennedy have a small account? What if he gets angry, and Kaneki Ken possesses him, directly playing the BGM: "Oshiete oshiete yo sono shikumi wo boku no naka ni dare ga iru no?"
"Wang Auntie, I'm not going back to the safe zone. I want to join the Wisdom Tree. Wisdom fruits under the Wisdom Tree, you and I under the Wisdom Tree." *Cough cough*, too many elements!
Pah...! It's Dante possessing him and turning his hair white, one casual slash would be enough to finish off this John bootlicker.
In short— After seeing today's letter, Javier couldn't help but sigh, lamenting how pitiful bootlickers are. Wang Auntie is truly a master manipulator. Not only did she toy with John, this bootlicker, but she also kept Leon, that kid, on a string for decades, making Leon, this handsome, spiky-haired young man with the potential to have a harem and a strong female appeal, fall in love with Wang Auntie at first sight.
At this point, Javier could only say it was a fated misfortune—!!!
Poor Tom, always being played like a fiddle. Good heavens, you're a novel, why can you upload images?
However, just as Javier and the others were preparing to go to the Visual Data Room to obtain the experimental data mentioned in John's letter, a sudden gunshot interrupted their thoughts.
"Bang—!!!"
Although the distance was very far, because they were in an underground tunnel, the soundproofing outside was very good, but it could not block the sound from propagating internally. Therefore, Javier and the others all heard the gunshot, and only humans could fire a gun!
Seeing this, Javier and the others exchanged glances, put down their computer equipment, and quickly ran towards the direction of the gunshot. A living person was much more important than so-called evidence. They understood this very clearly—