Chapter 31: WWE Folding Chair
"…"
"Roar roar roar…!!!"
As soon as it opened its eyes,
the T-002 Tyrant roared at the air, its extremely penetrating high-pitched sound instantly shattering the sealed transparent glass container. Its massive claws tore apart the remaining fragments, and its enormous feet slowly stepped out.
A towering giant, nearly three meters tall, stood before them. Its bald head, milky-white eyes, and an unsettling oppressive aura inexplicably evoked a sense of uncanny valley fear.
"Fuck! Run—!!!"
Seeing how ferocious the T-002 Tyrant was, Chris and Enrico quickly snapped out of their shock. After cursing, they swiftly got up. Chris picked up the police pistol from the ground and fired several shots at the T-002 Tyrant's bald head.
"Bang bang bang—!!!"
A series of violent gunshots rang out.
Black muzzle flashes spat fire, and 9mm pistol bullets flew out rapidly. Chris, as expected, was a champion in multiple shooting competitions; all the bullets accurately hit the T-002 Tyrant's gleaming forehead.
However, it seemed the power of the 9mm pistol bullets and the T-002 Tyrant's defense were not on the same level at all.
Even with several 9mm pistol bullets hitting its head, they couldn't penetrate its defense. After leaving a few faint bullet marks on the T-002 Tyrant's gleaming forehead, there was no further progress, not even a drop of blood.
This situation
left Chris, holding the pistol, slightly bewildered. He remembered it wasn't supposed to be like this. Weren't the zombies' weak points their heads? How could this guy, though several times larger, have such a hard head? It was as if it had an armored steel plate embedded in its forehead.
Because Chris had never encountered a Tyrant before,
he temporarily didn't know how powerful this thing was.
Meanwhile, Captain Enrico was busy bandaging his wound. After scrambling to his feet, Enrico quickly pulled out the tactical knife from his thigh holster, cut open his T-shirt, and wrapped the cloth around his palm to stop the bleeding.
Although such a makeshift bandage wouldn't do much for his mangled hand, he tried to lose as little blood as possible, especially in this critical moment. However, after bandaging his wound, Enrico quickly realized a problem: he had no weapon…
Yes,
it was quite pathetic.
Wesker, that guy, only left them one pistol with just fifteen rounds. And the enemy they had to face was such a monstrous pervert. Enrico could only sigh at his stinginess. Unarmed, he could only frantically scan the ground, picking up a folding stool chair, preparing to fight the T-002 Tyrant to the death.
After all, this thing was a divine artifact for ring conflicts. He often saw it in WWE wrestling matches on TV; when no one would back down, they would jump out of the ring for a real man's fight, and this thing was a handy makeshift weapon.
Its causal properties were no less than the crowbar, the Holy Sword of Physics… After all, under the ring, whoever got this thing practically won half the battle.
However,
upon seeing that Chris's police pistol couldn't even penetrate the T-002 Tyrant's head, Enrico immediately abandoned that ridiculous idea…
But ridiculous or not,
while Chris's attack didn't break the T-002 Tyrant's defense, it did indeed hit the T-002 Tyrant itself. A big pain is pain, and a small pain is also pain. A giant wouldn't spare an ant just because it was bitten by one on its foot. That's almost impossible!
Even a human,
seeing an ant bite them and cause pain, would stomp it to death—!
Therefore…
"Roar roar roar—!!!"
The T-002 Tyrant, still having no language system beyond impotent rage,
let out a furious roar and launched a surprise attack on Chris and Enrico. Enrico's position was closest to the T-002 Tyrant, so, very unluckily, Enrico, the leader of Bravo Team, became the T-002 Tyrant's first locked target.
It charged straight ahead with a powerful ram,
like a rampaging elephant.
The entire floor of the tunnel Laboratory trembled slightly. Its massive claws, sharp as five steel blades, swiftly swept towards Enrico's face. The speed was incredibly fast, and the momentum was terrifying.
"Shit!"
Seeing this,
Enrico couldn't help but curse, then quickly held up the folding stool chair in front of him.
The next second,
"Bang—!!!"
A loud bang,
a terrifying force struck.
Enrico felt as if he had truly been hit by a rampaging elephant. The terrifying force instantly shattered the folding chair against his chest. It was a pity this wasn't a WWE wrestling ring; otherwise, relying on its causal properties, Enrico could have used this divine artifact to counterattack.
"Crack…!"
The wooden panels of the folding chair turned into countless splinters.
The immense force directly penetrated Enrico's chest, instantly breaking several ribs. He was like a kite with a broken string, blown away by a strong wind, instantly slamming him against the Laboratory wall. A sweet taste filled his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He curled up on the ground like a twisted shrimp, constantly writhing…
As for screams of pain?
Enrico indicated he no longer had the strength to cry out. Just one blow had crippled Enrico, the leader of Bravo Team, instantly rendering him completely incapacitated.
"Roar roar roar…"
Seeing Enrico lying motionless on the ground,
the T-002 Tyrant didn't rush to finish him off. Instead, it turned its gaze back to the young man, Chris. Just two rats. Rather than killing them directly, the T-002 Tyrant preferred to torture its prey and relish the feeling of their desperate struggles. This was an innate instinct of a powerful predator; unless it was truly starving, it wouldn't be in such a hurry to deliver the killing blow.
Chris, seeing this, immediately panicked.
The unconscious Bravo Team leader, Enrico, and the incredibly brutal T-002 Tyrant, ready to attack at any moment, filled him with extreme anxiety and dread. But… when Chris's gaze slowly fell upon the T-002 Tyrant's red heart, which was now beating faster and faster due to its recent attack,
Enrico felt as excited as if he had clutched a life raft—!
Because at this very moment,
the T-002 Tyrant's chest heart had become much more swollen. Accelerated blood circulation caused the heart's color to become even redder, and its beating frequency was very fast, making it hard not to notice. And the heart… wasn't it the weakness of every living creature?
Thinking of this,
Chris quickly raised his pistol again.
There were ten rounds left in the magazine. He needed to use these last ten bullets to deal with this monster!
But he couldn't be sure if this exposed heart was also a trap,
for example, if its defense was actually as impenetrable as the monster's bald head, and bullets simply couldn't get through.
In this situation,
the young Chris frowned slightly.
He had a method that could barely break through the T-002 Tyrant's heart defense, but the difficulty was extraordinary. Because he had once been on a mission to apprehend a criminal who had hidden in a car with bulletproof glass. Ordinary police pistols couldn't penetrate the defense.
To solve this problem,
Chris had pressed the pistol tightly against the glass, then fired several consecutive shots intermittently. This way, the bullets could attack the bulletproof glass one after another, concentrating firepower on a single point, allowing the bulletproof glass to be continuously drilled through.
And now,
Chris intended to replicate this technique,
to make all ten 9mm pistol bullets in his pistol hit the same point. This way… no matter how astonishing the T-002 Tyrant's defense was, it would still be pierced and penetrated.
However, the only question was…
could Chris succeed? After all, he had never tried this technique before. But as the unit's shooting champion, he had the confidence!
With that thought,
the young Chris's eyes immediately became exceptionally firm. Aiming at the T-002 Tyrant, Chris took a deep breath, then bit the tip of his tongue. The stinging pain jolted his mind awake, making it incredibly active in an instant. Chris's hand, gripping the pistol tightly, became perfectly straight and steady. He slightly lowered the muzzle, then fiercely pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang—!!!"
A series of gunshots rang out.
Then, a miraculous scene unfolded.
Intermittent bullet firing,
sent all ten 9mm pistol bullets out in a straight line, and in sequence. All ten bullets, one after another, supported each other, like a long shot, carrying an air current, striking towards the T-002 Tyrant's chest heart!
As expected,
the first bullet hit the T-002 Tyrant's heart, but it didn't immediately penetrate. The high-density muscle firmly lodged the bullet in the middle, not fully piercing through. But the very next bullet hit the original bullet hole.
With both hitting the same wound,
the T-002 Tyrant's high-density muscle defense could no longer serve any purpose. Two bullets successfully entered the exposed heart, and the eight bullets that followed immediately after all penetrated the T-002 Tyrant's exposed heart.
"Pfft…!!!"
The bullet's cavitation effect raged wildly inside. After a short while, the T-002 Tyrant's massive body suddenly staggered, directly falling to one knee, its face contorted in pain as it clutched its chest heart. Blood flowed incessantly from its chest, a large pool of blood continuously spreading on the ground,
forming a crimson puddle. The amount of blood was terrifying, as if it hadn't been a heart that was shot, but a blood bank…!
"…"
"It hit! Is it dead?"
Looking at the T-002 Tyrant, whose heart had been precisely penetrated by his shooting technique, the young Chris couldn't hide his joy, clenching his fist and shouting excitedly. Death of the heart… for any creature, it should be fatal, right?
This was Chris's own understanding—
But unfortunately,
while the T-002 Tyrant was more akin to a living organism, it was a monster with three hearts. The outermost exposed heart was merely for controlling blood circulation; its loss did not mean the T-002 Tyrant would die.
With the first exposed heart gone, the remaining two hearts would automatically take over the blood circulation function. This would still allow the T-002 Tyrant to continue fighting vigorously. However… because of the lost blood circulation function of one heart, the other two hearts would have to bear a greater load, which might lead to the Tyrant's combat duration not being as long.
Of course,
that's assuming Chris and Enrico could last until then…
Like wheels, the T-002 Tyrant had three hearts, like three wheels, comparable to a tricycle. Losing a front or rear wheel wouldn't significantly impact its ability to move in a straight line, but turning would be a challenge. Currently, the T-002 Tyrant was in this situation.
"Roar roar roar—!!!"
Another deafening roar,
the T-002 Tyrant's face showed a ferocious expression. Although losing one heart was not fatal to it, it still hurt. Looking in Chris's direction, its milky-white eyes were filled with rage. Its huge mouth opened, revealing yellowed teeth, as if it couldn't wait to immediately devour Chris's flesh to vent its anger.
"Thump thump thump…!!!"
Without hesitation,
it abruptly stood up,
its entire body's muscles tensed incredibly, forming a massive lump, and it swiftly charged towards Chris. It was the same rhino-like charge as before, making the ground thump with loud noises, as if there was an earthquake. Seeing what looked like a steel tank about to crush him, the young Chris instinctively pulled the trigger of his pistol.
But unfortunately,
he had already used all the bullets in his police pistol. At this moment, there wasn't a single bullet left. Chris could only hear the clicking sound of the trigger.
At this moment,
Chris's heart couldn't help but panic.
After all, facing death is not something everyone can overcome, and Chris was no exception. He looked at the T-002 Tyrant, this monster that seemed to want to crush his head. Chris wanted to turn and run immediately, but his frozen brain couldn't control his body, leaving him standing still in a daze…
Am I going to die—?
No,
how could this be?
"Dodge! flashbang!!!"
Just as Chris thought he was about to die, a startled shout suddenly came from behind him, pulling Chris's thoughts back. His frozen brain quickly reacted instinctively, as this was training ingrained in his body. Upon hearing the words "flashbang," Chris quickly curled up, covered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and covered his ears, rolling as much as possible towards the corner.
And in mid-air, a green, long-tubed projectile was also thrown, directly hitting the T-002 Tyrant's bald, gleaming head in a graceful arc. The bewildered Tyrant grabbed the dark green, long-tubed projectile and crushed it with force!