Everything he experienced in Wolf's Valley still felt like a dream, like a novel by Don Quixote. To this day, Luis still couldn't distinguish between reality and dream...
"How is it...?"
Soon, the earphones fell silent, and then a hoarse, muffled voice came through. It was Wesker's unique tone, a man of few words, no unnecessary nonsense, which fit his personality perfectly.
At this moment, Wesker was in a base somewhere on the African continent, researching the original strain of the virus, which was the legendary Stairway of the Sun. He planned to evolve all of humanity starting from here, and he would become the new creator.
"..."
"I've got the amber sample, but I have a question: what do you plan to do with it?"
Facing Wesker's pressure, Ada showed no fear, even ignoring it. After taking out the amber fossil sample from her hand, Ada glanced at Javier beside her, seemingly recalling their previous bet, and asked indifferently.
"..."
"Very good, but I didn't pay you to ask questions. You only need to know that a new dawn is coming, and only one in a hundred people will survive. This is a magnificent sight, and I am accelerating the arrival of dawn."
"Once you send the amber sample to the base, I will transfer the remaining balance to you. Krauser is dead, right? His communication signal has disappeared."
"As a reward, I will transfer his commission to you as well. I hope you can do a good job for me next time, Ada."
Facing Ada's inquiry, Wesker, though displeased, patiently explained. After all, Ada was one of his important partners.
He couldn't afford to lose this excellent female intelligence agent for now. As a boss, Wesker was also fair in rewards and punishments. Upon learning of Krauser's death, he immediately gave the commission as a bonus to Ada.
Because Wesker had set up tracking on both of their communication links, as long as the communication link was active, Wesker knew if they were alive or dead.
But a few hours ago, Krauser's location had disappeared, so Wesker was certain that Krauser was dead!
This still surprised Wesker.
He had expected Ada to fail, as women can be indecisive and emotional.
But he never expected the big man Krauser, a cold-blooded killing machine, to be the one to fail. It was indeed very surprising.
But it didn't matter. As long as the mission was completed, Wesker didn't care who died or who lived...
However, facing Wesker's reward, Ada was not as happy as expected. Instead, she frowned, somewhat uneasy, and continued to probe Wesker:
"..."
"So, your plan requires the sacrifice of millions of people?"
Within a few million people, that was Ada's moral bottom line. Everyone could accept a few million deaths on Earth; it was no big deal, as long as the dead weren't themselves.
And it could also help Earth reduce its population burden, the more the better. That's why Ada asked this question.
But Wesker's appetite was even greater than she had imagined.
Because Wesker had never been doing biochemical experiments, nor was he making money. Status, fame, wealth, women, power, even strength—Wesker had it all.
What he wanted to do was destroy the world and then rebuild it, becoming the new creator himself. This was Wesker's true purpose.
"No..."
"It's billions of people!"
Cold, emotionless words came from the earpiece, as if Wesker was simply stating a number.
This made Ada, who had originally held some expectations, tremble. At this moment, Ada finally understood why Javier had so brazenly eaten the amber fossil in his hand. He had known Wesker's purpose all along.
This was no experiment...
He simply wanted to destroy the world—!
It was only 2004, and the total world population was only 6.4 billion. Billions, who knew if it was one billion, two billion, or even three billion? It was equivalent to cutting off half, even more ruthless than Thanos's universe-wide population balance plan!
This huge appetite caught Ada off guard. Millions of deaths wouldn't affect her life, but billions of deaths would cause human society to regress. She didn't want to live in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
"..."
"Heh heh, what an appetite...!"
With a cold laugh, Ada decisively hung up the call and took off her earphones. She quickly walked to the helicopter pilot, her high heels clicking.
She swiftly drew the pistol from her thigh, pointed it at the pilot's head, and said in an unfriendly tone:
"Change course, now—!"
The pilot, seeing Ada's failed negotiation with her boss, simply shrugged again. Situations where drivers encountered gang fights, were robbed, and forced to drive were common, and he was used to it. Changing course was fine, as long as he didn't get himself killed. He was just a pilot.
"Da da da da da da da...!"
Without any hesitation, the black helicopter immediately turned and headed towards the city of Spain. As long as he delivered these grandpas and grandmas to the international airport, his life should be fine.
As the helicopter changed course, Ada and Javier and the others also saw Leon, Ashley, and the Merchant leaving the Isolated Island Base in a speedboat.
They were safe and sound. Perhaps at this moment, Ashley was still busy clinging to Leon, wanting him to continue being her personal bodyguard. Once a princess was rescued by a knight, she couldn't leave the sense of security the knight provided—
On the other side, Ada, having calmed down, sat in the helicopter cabin, her eyes scanning Javier up and down with suspicion.
Finally, she sighed helplessly and handed Javier the amber fossil sample box she had prepared earlier.
"You win...!"
"Currently, besides you, Javier, I really don't have a better choice. Wesker plans to use this thing to parasitize billions of people to complete his grand plan. His appetite is too big, I can't help."
"If billions of people die, Earth will become a post-apocalyptic wasteland. I don't want to live in a world with scarce resources and monsters everywhere. I became a bounty hunter to steal viruses to enjoy a better life with money."
"I'm not here to live in a lawless primitive society. That's not what I desire. After all, I don't want to not even have a place for afternoon tea or shopping."
"But speaking of which, how did you know Wesker's purpose, Javier? Everything seems to be within your predictions?"
After handing the amber fossil sample to Javier, Ada had to admit that Javier had won their previous bet.
But the only problem was that Ada still didn't understand what Javier wanted to do or how he knew these things.
"I don't know what Wesker's plan is, I just know his ambition is as great as ever."
"And my purpose is just to take corresponding defensive measures. My team is researching vaccines for the T-Virus and G Virus that broke out in Raccoon City before. We already have some leads for the T-Virus vaccine."
"But there's no progress on the G Virus yet because it's too complex. And for this Plaga parasite, I also plan to have Luis research suitable pills and agents to suppress it."
"To kill the Plaga parasite directly as much as possible. Of course, the UV laser surgery technology also needs to be disseminated to ensure a quick response!"
"Of course, don't look at me with admiration. I'm not Leon. I'm not that charitable. I will apply for patents for all these technologies and medicines."
"While it's good for everyone and the world, I'll also earn a little meager profit. I'm not interested in money, but rather to sustain the development of research."
Facing Ada's inquiry, Javier explained calmly.
Simply put, this was Javier's superficial plan. He was using viruses to get rich. The arrival of viruses not only represented a danger but also a fortune.
Because dealing with danger simultaneously requires another kind of "equipment" to eliminate these dangers. The so-called equipment can be likened to many things.
For example, the infectious virus that caused panic a few years ago suddenly made countless ordinary mask factories rich overnight.
Immense wealth suddenly fell upon them, and even some small shops became prosperous because of it. This is the so-called danger that also comes with opportunity.
The virus is dangerous, but the antidote is safe. Javier could quickly accumulate wealth by making antidotes, and this was legitimate, greatly reducing risk.
And within, Javier also planned to use the power of the virus to transform humans, but this transformation was individual, not worldwide.
He wasn't as grand as Wesker. Javier only wanted to use the power of the virus to make himself stronger.
Even to achieve the immortality that Spencer dreamed of, to be undying and unbound, perhaps that was the ultimate wish of countless people.
Javier was also like this. While superficially researching virus antidotes, Javier would also conduct virus experiments behind the scenes, and now there was such an opportunity before him. Javier had no reason not to try.
Although many game bosses cannot escape the ambition of immortality and are defeated by the righteous protagonist group, at this moment, Javier also had to admit that these bosses' vision was correct. Immortality was indeed wonderful; everyone wanted to be above all living beings—!
New York, USA—
In the heavily guarded affluent area, stand rows of villas, private courtyards, private swimming pools, and hundreds of square meters of space that allow America's second and third-tier wealthy residents to live very comfortably.
Today, Javier's villa had a few more guests, making the originally spacious and quiet house a little more crowded.
However, Javier's repeated actions of bringing outsiders home were bound to displease a certain hostess in the house.
"Whoa...!"
"How impressive, I didn't expect you to be so rich, Javier. No wonder you dared to hire me. The hotels I stayed at in America weren't as luxurious as this."
"Quick, tell me, what do you really do in private? Don't tell me you're just a mercenary; I don't believe that. How much money can a mercenary make?"
Just arriving at the villa's main entrance, Luis got out of the Hummer SUV. Wearing beach shorts and large slippers, Luis took off his sunglasses, ruffled his messy hair, and looked at the impressive villa in surprise.
He had thought Javier was a pauper, but it seemed he had misjudged him. Just the villa in front of him, and in a wealthy area, too, probably required assets of at least a million US dollars to qualify for residency.
So Luis began to tease Javier, trying to dig up some dirt.
However, Javier couldn't be bothered with Luis. A few days ago, they had the Wesker's helicopter pilot change course, dropping them off at an international airport in Spain, and then they took several flights to finally reach the United States. So Javier was very tired now.
And even more frustratingly, besides Luis, there was also a beautiful woman with a cold demeanor by his side.
Ada was dressed in a professional black suit and white shirt, with a smart short haircut paired with sharp cat-eye sunglasses.
Below, she wore black flared trousers and a pair of black leather, red-soled stiletto heels. Her fair wrists, neck, and ears were adorned with sparkling Spanish gold jewelry.
She looked every bit the urban superwoman.
Of course, she also held two items in her hand: a black briefcase and a dog leash. The briefcase contained the previous Plaga parasite amber fossil sample.
And the dog leash… was tied to a white-furred wolf, none other than the White Wolf from before.
Fortunately, the wealthy area didn't have many restrictions. Some rich people even kept tigers and leopards, so Javier bringing a young White Wolf, and such a well-behaved one at that, meant the patrolling security guards let them in without much hindrance.
After all, compared to other bizarre animal keeping requirements, a White Wolf was already quite ordinary; they were used to it.
On the other side—Ada's gaze also swept up and down the villa, and she nodded slightly in satisfaction.