He intended to quietly observe Spencer's choice, watching the existence he once had to look up to, now like an ant at his mercy.
Wesker couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy. Fortunately… he would never become a loser like Spencer!
"…"
"E-Eternal… life…!!!"
And in response,
Spencer didn't hesitate at all.
He slowly extended his withered arm towards the murky tea on the table in front of him. He had nothing left to lose.
Therefore, Spencer had almost no hesitation; in fact, a glimmer of light, a glimmer named hope, emanated from his cloudy eyes…!
"Thump-thump-thump—!!!"
"Thump-thump-thump—!!!"
"Bang… Boom—!!!!"
However,
just at this moment,
an unexpected… no, an expected uninvited guest burst in. Urgent footsteps echoed on the floor outside the Mansion Villa, moving very fast, just like Wesker's earlier.
But the way the room door was opened was exceptionally brutal; a single kick instantly sent the door of the room where Spencer and Wesker were flying open.
And because of this sudden action,
it interrupted Spencer's attempt to swallow the tea-virus. Instead, he looked at the door behind him with a stunned expression.
Not only Spencer,
but even Wesker surprisingly turned his sunglasses towards the direction of the door, curious who else would come to collect Spencer's corpse besides himself.
Could it be that woman, Alex Wesker? But according to intelligence, that cold-blooded woman had long since exploited this foolish old man, Spencer, and then disappeared without a trace on her own…
However,
when he truly saw the faces of the newcomers,
Wesker was genuinely surprised, because the newcomers were not Javier's group, but the familiar duo of Chris and Jill, members of the S.T.A.R.S Alpha Team, Wesker's former subordinates.
Familiar people, familiar faces. This immediately made Wesker feel incredibly strange; he couldn't help but exclaim that fate was indeed very wonderful, indescribably so…!
"…"
"Wesker—?!"
"How is this possible? How could this guy be here?!"
And similarly,
Chris and Jill, who had just kicked open the room door, showed expressions of disbelief the moment they saw Wesker.
Both of them were extremely shocked.
This guy actually appeared here, and compared to a few years ago, Wesker had changed quite a lot; the aura emanating from his entire being made Chris and Jill feel intense discomfort and pressure.
Chris and Jill were certain that Wesker must have become much stronger than he was a few years ago!
"Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine,"
"Heh heh… It's you two again. Today is truly too interesting, a surprising day. I was just about to enjoy dessert, and then someone voluntarily delivered the main course. I really must thank you both properly."
"How about… you BSAA members traveled all this way, overcoming countless hardships, to arrest me, the former S.T.A.R.S captain of Raccoon City, a traitor?"
His dark sunglasses stared intently at the two old acquaintances, Chris and Jill. Wesker felt today was unusually interesting, with surprises coming one after another, making him unable to put them down.
And Wesker, confident in his own powerful strength, stood with his hands in his pockets, shrugging his broad shoulders.
He calmly and casually asked Chris and Jill, as if intending to let them both slowly play with him in combat…!
Wesker was extremely confident…
But there was no choice; the enhancement from the progenitor virus had granted him superhuman strength. Whether it was bullets or artillery shells,
under unhindered conditions, it was almost impossible to hit him. Therefore, even without using weapons or firearms,
Wesker could easily deal with a well-trained special forces team with just his bare hands. This was his current power.
"…"
"Jill, execute Tactic B!"
And looking at such an arrogant Wesker,
Chris, his old rival, didn't indulge him. After signaling to Jill beside him, the two quickly launched an attack on Wesker.
Tactic B… was a combat method Chris developed during his time in the BSAA. Simply put,
it was Chris attacking primarily,
and Jill feinting in an alternating combat style. It could be used for alternating long-range fire or for close-quarters combat; in short, it was a coordinated method.
And Wesker,
looking at the restless Chris and Jill, wore a mocking smile. He simply watched as Chris and Jill attacked him,
showing no signs of haste whatsoever. After all, in his eyes, their speed was no different from that of snails; both were equally slow!
"Bang bang bang bang—!!!!"
And the moment the words fell,
Jill was the first to raise her silver pistol and quickly pull the trigger. Orange-yellow bullets burst from the muzzle, all accurately firing towards Wesker.
After long-term practical experience and upgrades,
Jill's current shooting skill was extremely tricky. The bullets were distributed vertically and horizontally; in just an instant, four bullets were aimed at different vital positions on Wesker.
There were the neck, head, heart, and knee. If even one of these four positions was hit, it would cause no small impact on Wesker.
Jill's combat intelligence had indeed improved a lot, unlike before, when she would only foolishly shoot at the enemy's head and heart.
And regarding this,
Jill stated that
she had learned all of this from Javier. Although Javier had a terrible personality, he was indeed very strong in terms of shooting talent.
When the Raccoon City crisis erupted,
Jill had observed Javier's clever way of dealing with zombie monsters: when unsure if a target could be killed, try to cause damage to its critical parts.
And limbs…
were very cost-effective targets for attack,
because compared to the fatal head and heart, limbs were easier to hit. This isn't about the volume of the target; limbs are as thin as the head, but the only difference is that
some zombie monsters won't deliberately guard their limbs,
but if you attack its head, it might suddenly dodge. Therefore, compared to the head and heart, limbs are easier to hit.
The most classic example is the The Pursuer…
If you dare to aim an RPG at its head, trust me… the The Pursuer, feeling threatened, will dodge the rocket in an instant, then step forward and smash you to death with a punch.
Conversely… if you attack its lower body, the The Pursuer's sense of danger is not as strong, and it won't deliberately dodge.
And this—
is the principle!
What's more… if you cripple its knee, it can also affect the target's movement speed, which is more cost-effective than directly killing it. Applying a slow debuff to the opponent is a very rare thing!
However,
this was only a hypothetical situation.
Facing the four bullets fired from Jill's silver pistol, although the targets were very tricky,
coming in a four-cornered pattern, even so, in Wesker's eyes, it was still a minor trick. This woman had made some progress, but not much…
"…"
"There's some coordination, but the gap between mortals and gods cannot be bridged by such details. The me of a few years ago might have fallen for it, but now…"
A cold light flickered under Wesker's dark sunglasses. His cold face showed no emotion; he even managed to murmur in the last bit of time he had.
And seeing the bullets about to hit him,
Wesker remained completely calm, because the trajectory of each bullet was crystal clear in his eyes. He only needed to easily dodge these bullets.
And so,
to Chris and Jill's disbelief,
Wesker began his acrobatic performance, just like in The Matrix. At this very moment, Wesker was even wearing the exact same silver-black trench coat and tight battle suit, and even his sunglasses were identical, almost a perfect replica.
"Hmph…"
With a low growl,
first, he bent at the waist.
Wesker's waist seemed boneless, bending backward at nearly a 90-degree angle, quickly dodging the three bullets aimed at his head and heart.
The bullet trails and heat waves brushed past above Wesker's cheek, followed by the bullet aimed at his left knee.
Bending at the waist, Wesker twisted his body sideways,
and incredibly, at a height of only half a meter in the air, he completed a difficult backflip, dodging the bullet aimed at his knee. It was simply unbelievable!
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft—!!!!"
"Crack crack crack crack…"
Not a single one of the four bullets hit; all missed, creating four shattered holes in the large glass French window behind Wesker.
Spencer, who was paralyzed from the waist down, was almost killed. Frightened, Spencer quickly pushed his wheelchair to the side; he didn't want to be shot dead by Chris and Jill.
And Wesker, after completing a series of movements, stood quietly in place. Although his bullet-dodging maneuver just now wasn't like in The Matrix, where he dodged nearly a hundred bullets in an instant,
it still proved that Wesker's abilities were truly strong.
It was just that Jill's firepower wasn't enough. Facing concentrated fire from dozens of assault rifles, Wesker could still easily dodge, but at that time, he wouldn't be standing still; instead, he would turn into an afterimage, flickering infinitely.
"…"
"Do you want to continue…?"
Slightly turning his head,
Wesker stood upright in place, his tall body exuding a strong oppressive aura. His cold voice calmly asked Chris and Jill,
However…
Chris and Jill would not easily give up so readily.
"You guessed it,"
"We are going to continue, and see how many bullets you can dodge!"
Facing the provocation,
Jill quickly responded, simultaneously pulling the trigger again, emptying the remaining bullets and firing them madly in Wesker's direction.
Jill was using a Beretta M92F pistol, 9mm caliber, with a 15-round capacity. The remaining ten rounds, except for one, were all expended in less than two seconds.
And after the last bullet in the magazine was consumed and stuck in the chamber,
Jill quickly pressed the magazine release button next to the trigger. The magazine quickly dropped to the ground, making a clear sound.
Her hand speed was incredibly fast; as soon as the magazine dropped, a new one was pulled from Jill's bulletproof vest and quickly inserted.
"Click—!"
Because there was still one bullet stuck in the pistol's chamber, Jill didn't need to re-cock the slide to continue firing!
This was the classic special forces quick magazine change and suppressive fire technique, used for continuous suppressive burst fire.