The only regrettable thing was that when Wesker and Javier previously clashed, Wesker, in an attempt to instantly kill Javier with a Pai Yun Palm, snapped Javier's blocking tactical knife into countless fragments.
Those fragments flew off and scratched Javier's cheek, but at the same time, they also shattered one of Wesker's sunglass lenses.
Therefore, the sunglasses themselves still couldn't protect Wesker from tons of flashbang damage, as if they were a case of 'all or nothing.'
"..."
It happened almost instantly.
The blinding white light of the flashbang quickly reached Wesker, causing his eardrums to rupture and crimson blood to flow out.
His eyes became swollen and painful from the intense blinding, and his tear ducts overflowed uncontrollably.
Wesker, just like the T-002 Tyrant before him, immediately fell into a state of severe stun and rigidity.
The power of a flashbang is almost impossible for any creature to resist, unless it has no eyes or ears; otherwise, it will be temporarily controlled.
And taking advantage of this time, Javier injected all the adrenaline into his body.
As the saying goes, "a cigarette after a meal is better than an immortal," but this adrenaline was even more satisfying than an old smoker who had abstained for days finally having a cigarette.
Javier could clearly feel his heart rate rapidly increasing, yet there was no excessive shortness of breath or chest tightness.
His blood circulated rapidly through every corner of his body, his body temperature rose, his skin gradually turned red, and his mind became incredibly clear.
This state made Javier incredibly excited, as if he had inexhaustible strength throughout his body.
This was his first time experiencing the miraculous feeling of taking a stimulant...
Although the US's management of various prohibited drugs was not strict, Javier was usually just a small patrol officer, not a soldier going to war, so he rarely had the opportunity to take stimulants like adrenaline.
At the same time...
With the injection of the stimulant, Javier also clearly felt a change in his vision.
Countless scenes flashed through his eyes, but the speed was incredibly slow, perhaps just as the saying goes: "It's not that I'm slowing down, but that I'm getting faster and faster..."
And this was Javier's first time entering what is known as "Bullet Time"—!
"Click...!"
Quickly ejecting the magazine and loading a new one, Javier pushed past his limits, taking almost only one second.
His reloading action was fluid and seamless; even with his eyes closed, Javier could precisely insert the handgun magazine, pull the slide, and chamber a round.
Facing Wesker, who was still in a stiff, dizzy state, Javier immediately pulled the trigger, and a series of Magnum bullets flew out again!
"Bang—Bang—Bang—!!!"
Again, the booming sounds of three consecutive Magnum shots echoed.
The bullets were fired from various tricky angles, forming three arcs: upper, middle, and lower.
Wesker, whose ears were already useless and whose eyes temporarily couldn't be used or opened, had no way to immediately discern the direction from which the three bullets were coming.
Therefore, Wesker could only rely on his most intuitive "feeling" to evade—!
The first bullet flew incredibly fast, creating a powerful wake in the air.
This made Wesker's pores tremble slightly, as if sensing its direction.
Without hesitation, Wesker fiercely threw the tactical knife in his hand.
A sharp blade instantly shot out, carrying a piercing whoosh, and immediately struck the Magnum bullet hurtling towards him.
"Clang—!"
A crisp impact sound rang out.
Wesker's prediction was correct.
The first bullet was shot down first.
Because Javier's Gun Kata always involved various curved shots, Wesker, without auditory and visual assistance, was very clear that he absolutely could not let these annoying bullets curve and disrupt his judgment.
Therefore, striking the bullet down before it could curve was the correct solution.
But now...
There were still two bullets.
How would Wesker deal with them? After all, he was now truly unarmed, and it would take at least one or two minutes for his vision to recover from the blinding.
He couldn't possibly last that long, as the remaining bullets would come from even more bizarre directions, making it impossible to shoot them down before they curved.
Since that was the case—
Wesker's lips curled into a cold smile.
If he couldn't dodge, then he would choose to face them head-on.
Completely disregarding them, Wesker quickly charged forward, paying no attention to the two Magnum bullets hurtling towards him.
His hearing and vision were now useless, but he still had his sense of smell.
Wesker could clearly pinpoint Javier's direction, but he couldn't pinpoint the bullets' positions.
Since that was the case... Wesker chose to burn his bridges.
Rather than sit here waiting for his vision to recover, being continuously chipped away by Javier's Desert Eagle Magnum bullets, Wesker would rather choose to strike at the leader first, to kill Javier at all costs.
Everything would naturally end then.
As for whether this was a losing strategy of harming the enemy eight hundred while damaging himself a thousand?
Wesker stated that he didn't care.
He possessed the super recovery abilities of the Progenitor Virus and T-Virus within him; even if it came down to a war of attrition, he would last much longer than Javier, who was a normal human.
On paper, he still had the advantage.
Since the risk wasn't great, then...
"Stomp—!"
"Bang... Boom—!!!"
With a sudden stomp of his large foot, shattered stones on the ground were kicked up.
Wesker himself shot out like a cannonball.
And because Wesker chose not to defend, two Magnum bullets instantly pierced his left shoulder and thigh.
The strong cavitation effect furiously ravaged Wesker's muscles, instantly causing blood to splatter.
Wesker's shoulder and thigh were pierced with gruesome bloody holes, his bones instantly shattered.
But even so, Wesker didn't let out a single groan of pain.
His expression remained fierce and sinister, as if the terrifying injuries on his body had nothing to do with him.
Seeing that he had already reached Javier, Wesker raised his remaining right whip kick and fiercely swept it out—!!!
A fierce whip kick came attacking.
"Whoosh—!!!"
Javier was caught a little off guard.
He hadn't expected Wesker to be so reckless, willing to take two Magnum bullets just to close the distance and engage in close combat.
This was a completely fearless tactic.
But he also had to admit that Wesker's choice was correct, because only by fighting to the death could he gain an advantage.
Otherwise... with only one minute of blindness, Javier could use his Desert Eagle and Gun Kata to exhaust a large portion of Wesker's stamina.
At that point, he would only die faster...
"So fast!"
After Javier couldn't help but exclaim at Wesker's speed, he quickly put up his hands, crossing them in an attempt to brace against the fierce whip kick.
After all, it was too fast.
He didn't have extra time to dodge, nor could he find a way to counter it.
The difference in their power, speed, and explosive force was too great, and even their close-quarters combat abilities were the same.
Javier in front of Wesker was as vastly different as a Sanda master facing an ordinary person.
"Bang—!!!"
"Crack..."
A crisp sound came.
The powerful whip kick had incredible penetrating power, instantly kicking Javier, who had put up his hands to shield himself, several meters away.
He crashed violently against the tunnel wall like a rag doll, and blood immediately spilled from the corner of his mouth.
What was even more unbelievable to Javier was that one of his arms was already broken...
"Damn it, it's broken!"
"Is the strength gap that big? I thought entering 'Bullet Time' could bridge some of the gap, but it seems I was thinking too much."
Javier, who had been swept to the ground by Wesker's kick, quickly got up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Javier was still excited, but feeling his left arm, which had no sensation, Javier's expression instantly turned grim.
He didn't know if the bone in his left arm was fractured or broken, but he couldn't control it.
If it weren't for the adrenaline injection, Javier would probably have been screaming in pain by now.
This also made Javier fully realize the gap between himself and Wesker.
It seemed the power of the Progenitor Virus and T-Virus was still superior.
"Bullet Time" was, after all, still within the realm of human capabilities; the physical enhancements it provided simply couldn't compare to the level of enhancement from the virus.
Wesker's single whip kick had fractured Javier's left arm; the two of them were now evenly matched, with neither having an easy time of it!
However, Wesker had no intention of giving Javier any breathing room.
After one whip kick, he quickly charged forward again.
Wesker raised his large foot and fiercely delivered his signature front kick to clear the way.
"Whoosh—!!!"
Seeing this, Javier quickly dodged to the side.
With a "bang," Wesker's front kick missed, and his large foot slammed into the tunnel wall, getting stuck inside and creating a hole, with debris flying everywhere.
This showed Wesker's terrifying strength.
But Javier also didn't dare to show weakness.
He directly counterattacked, dragging his broken arm.
After all, he was a S.T.A.R.S police officer, and he had learned close-quarters combat, though not to Wesker's absurd level.
Not only was Wesker's physical technique strong, but due to the virus enhancement, his explosive power and other aspects were also incredibly absurd.
Javier even suspected that Wesker had learned ancient martial arts; otherwise, where did he learn that Pai Yun Palm?
And while one of Wesker's legs was stuck in the hole in the tunnel wall,
"Good opportunity, take a punch from me first!"
Javier quickly raised his fist and swung it fiercely at Wesker's face.
There were no fancy moves; at this moment, Javier was just flailing wildly with haymakers.
But...
Javier had still underestimated Wesker's physical technique.
"Clap clap... clap clap... clap clap...!!!"
All were sounds of blocks.
With only one hand left, facing Javier's attacking fists, Wesker turned his palm into a blade, effortlessly countering all of Javier's wild swings.
Then, his hand-blade aimed at Javier's lower armpit and thrust out first.
The hand-blade quickly struck Javier's lower armpit with a "thwack," and the intense pain instantly made Javier stop swinging his fists.
Then, with another palm strike, he pushed Javier's arm away.
Wesker's hand-blade continued to thrust, this time aiming at Javier's throat.
Was he planning to break Javier's neck directly?
"Crack..."
"Bang—!!!"
Facing Wesker, who had astonishing physical technique and even wanted to seal his throat with a hand-blade, Javier decisively abandoned the idea of close-quarters combat.
He quickly pulled out his Desert Eagle again and fired at close range.
Several bullets shot out in an arc.
"Splat..."
Wesker was unable to react for a moment and was instantly hit by Javier's Desert Eagle Magnum bullets, which mangled his hand.
Several fingers and his palm were ruined, and white bones were exposed amidst the blurred flesh, looking quite horrifying.
Even Wesker's perpetually unyielding icy face couldn't help but twitch a few times, indicating that the intense pain was still causing him great discomfort.
But...
Was Wesker the kind of person who would let things go?
"You're asking for death!"
No, it was clearly not.
Wesker was the type to seek revenge for even the smallest grievance.
He muttered a low curse; another hand was mangled.
Instead of retreating, Wesker used his head as a weapon, his greasy blond slicked-back hair violently thrusting forward, striking Javier directly in the chest and sending him flying several meters away again.
"Thud..."
A dull pain spread through his chest.
Javier felt his blood surge, almost unable to suppress the sweet taste of blood in his throat.
Seeing Wesker so fearless and still trying to charge forward, Javier showed no mercy.
He directly extended two fingers and fiercely jabbed them into Wesker's swollen eyes beneath the broken remnants of his sunglasses.
Professional fighting techniques: kicking the groin, poking the eyes.
Oh right! And stomping on toes, pulling hair.
Although these were all moves used in children's fights, Javier had to admit that these dirty tricks were very practical in a chaotic brawl!
"Splat..."
As the two fingers went in, Javier felt his fingers immediately covered in a viscous liquid.
And when he pulled them out, Wesker's eye corner was already uncontrollably oozing rotten flesh, as if something had burst.
And the usually cold and ruthless Wesker, at this moment, couldn't help but show a pained expression and let out a scream...
Chapter 37: The Revenge of the Despised
Javier looked at the viscous, unknown liquid on his hand and Wesker's constantly twitching, sinister veins, and Javier could pretty much feel Wesker's pain.
This must have been incredibly satisfying; it seemed no matter what carbon-based life form, the eyeball was always the weakest point...
And he had to admit, the dirty tricks like eye-poking and groin-kicking left behind by his ancestors were still very effective.
Ahem... no, how could martial artists' moves be called dirty tricks?
This should be called "pointing the finger."
That sounds much more dignified and comfortable.
"Ugh... Haaah—!!!"