It is a special medicine that can help strengthen all aspects of the human body, and it can also be a life-saving medicine for patients with sudden cardiac arrest, low blood pressure, and asthma.
And now,
this shot of adrenaline,
was just enough to be used on Spencer, draining the last bit of life from his aging body, giving him one final burst of vitality, and this was just the beginning of Javier's torture.
"Take a deep breath, don't be nervous… a little dizziness is normal."
"This shot of adrenaline will let you, Spencer, feel the long-lost vitality of youth. Seize the opportunity to enjoy it, because you won't have this chance again."
"You'll soon feel its effects. And don't worry… I'll only inject a tiny bit, definitely not an overdose to let you die easily."
Pulling off the needle cap,
Javier grasped Spencer's arm, looking at the gradually protruding veins, and without any hesitation, injected the syringe.
Half a dose of adrenaline was injected by Javier. Considering Spencer's already fragile body, Javier only injected a small dose to prevent Spencer from dying directly.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo…"
And very quickly,
in less than one or two minutes,
the adrenaline took effect miraculously. Spencer's breathing clearly became rapid, his skin slightly flushed, his cloudy eyes gradually cleared, his pupils dilated, and his face was flushed with red.
As if filled with endless vitality,
even his paralyzed legs began to tremble slightly at this moment. This was simply a medical miracle, and also the power of adrenaline!
Looking at Spencer's appearance before him,
Javier was very satisfied, and immediately began his second action, taking out a sharp Dog Leg Knife from his lower back.
The blade was very precise and accurate.
He made a shallow cut on Spencer's wrist pulse, and blood immediately flowed out.
But because the wound was very small, the amount of bleeding was actually not much, with a slight stinging pain.
Looking at the blood flowing on his arm,
Spencer, who had been looking energetic, instantly changed his expression and hurriedly wrapped the wound on his wrist with his pajamas.
But this was a futile act—!
Because at this moment, Spencer had been injected with adrenaline, and the blood flow in his body had accelerated, making it impossible for the wound to simply scab over and heal.
Moreover, Spencer's body was already aged, plagued by various illnesses, and his platelet cells were senescent, making it very difficult for the blood to clot.
So,
no matter how Spencer bandaged the wound,
blood would still flow out little by little until the adrenaline wore off and the accelerated blood flow stopped.
But by then… Spencer's body would probably have lost more than half of its blood!
And this…
was the absolute torture Javier inflicted on Spencer.
A death in despair, watching the blood on his arm drain away, yet unable to stop it in any way.
He could only slowly wait for death to arrive, his emotions abnormally despairing, a torment even longer than slitting one's wrists.
"Javier…"
Meanwhile, Jill and Chris,
seeing Javier torturing an elderly man in such a way, finally felt a twinge of compassion and intended to speak up and stop him.
Although Spencer was evil, he shouldn't be tortured so inhumanely. A simple gunshot would suffice.
As members of the BSAA, Jill and Chris could not accept Javier's method of handling things. What was the difference between this and a wicked terrorist?
However,
just as Jill and Chris were about to speak, they were immediately interrupted by Javier. As for the matter of humanity or inhumanity,
that should be left to a third party to judge. As for the two parties involved, there is no need to care about such things as humanitarianism.
"Let me tell you a story. Only by facing the true face of the devil can you understand what true cruelty is."
"Don't let seeing the devil suffer make you forget everything he has done. Otherwise… those innocent victims who were harmed by the devil,"
"will not thank you for bringing the devil to justice. Instead, they will curse you in the other world. Did you hear that… that's the low roar of hell—!"
Like a shaman,
Javier raised his hand to stop Jill and Chris, who were about to speak and persuade him, then adopted a listening posture, closing his eyes and slowly listening to the sounds emanating from the room at that moment.
"Ah… ugh… ah…!!!"
And this sound,
was actually Spencer's painful scream. Looking at the unstoppable blood from his wrist, Spencer frantically waved and slammed the wheelchair.
But intense exercise only made the blood flow faster, causing Spencer's pajamas to already be stained with large patches of blood.
This absurd and terrifying scene before them,
instantly choked Jill and Chris, unable to utter any words, because they both felt that
Javier at this moment was too terrifying and absurd to casually interrupt. Otherwise, Jill and Chris suspected that they too might be implicated at any time—!
"Listen… this is the devil's mournful scream…"
"In 1962, you commissioned the famous American architect George Trevor to build a Mansion Villa on the outskirts of Raccoon City, but it was actually a secret Institute built for the study of biochemical viruses."
"In 1966, the Mansion Villa was completed. Under the guise of a celebratory dinner, you invited George Trevor and his family of three to the Mansion Villa, including George's wife, Jessica Trevor, and his teenage daughter, Lisa Trevor."
"But in reality, you intended to silence them, using George Trevor and his family of three as virus test subjects. You injected George Trevor and his family with Type AB biochemical viruses. Ultimately, George, as the father, was the first to be infected and turned into a zombie, followed by the mother, Jessica. Only Lisa, the teenage girl, miraculously survived."
"However, she lost her parents forever, and because she possessed special antibodies, Umbrella Corporation subjected her to inhumane virus experiments and torture, injecting nearly a hundred types of viruses into a teenage girl."
"But due to her longing for her parents, that girl miraculously endured and survived. Hundreds of viruses miraculously fused within her body and became the prototype of the G-Virus. After the G-Virus prototype was extracted, the girl was discarded as waste."
"Yet, luck favored her again. She crawled out of the burial pit, returned to the Mansion, and continued aimlessly searching for her parents. Her face was covered with various pieces of female human skin, swollen and ugly like a lump."
"That was a twisted longing caused by missing her parents. It wasn't until this 'monster' met me that she found liberation from everything. And that girl's name… was Lisa Trevor."
"So, Spencer… do you still feel completely ignorant of all this? The high and mighty president of Umbrella Corporation is actually a devil in human skin. All your actions,"
"The current torment is considered light. If your body weren't so old and unable to withstand much torture, otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting you taste a hundred kinds of torture!"
Word by word,
Javier recounted the devil's cruel deeds into Spencer's ear. And as Javier explained, Spencer's pupils dilated.
He did recall past events,
But unfortunately… he had long forgotten the faces of George Trevor and his family, because these three people, to Spencer,
were indeed as insignificant as ants. After all, can you remember how many pieces of bread you ate or how many ants you stepped on?
Undoubtedly,
this is impossible—!
Therefore,
after realizing that he was Lisa's enemy, Spencer was helpless. For someone he didn't know, Spencer couldn't think of any compensation.
What's more, even now,
what good would it do to admit his evil deeds? Would he survive if he admitted and regretted them? That was simply impossible!
"Shut up…!"
"You ignorant fools, everything I do is for the benefit of humanity. If the virus I'm researching succeeds, then I will lead all of humanity to evolve,"
"to become a new race, and I will become a new creator. For such a grand plan, what does it matter to sacrifice a few people? It is your honor."
"Heh heh… Hahahaha, aren't you just trying to force me to admit my crimes and regret them? But I refuse to give you the satisfaction. What can you do to me?!"
And after realizing he had no way out,
Spencer did not repent of his sins,
Instead, he continued to stubbornly retort, this was no longer a matter of not shedding tears until seeing the coffin.
Rather, Spencer knew he had no coffin at all, so he wanted to save face before he died.
"Bang—!"
"Clang…!"
Then,
Spencer, under everyone's gaze,
burst forth with immense potential. Ignoring the blood flowing from his wrists, he vigorously pushed the wheelchair wheels with both hands, quickly lunging towards a nearby table.
His paralyzed legs came to an abrupt halt in mid-air. Spencer crashed into the coffee table, and the teacup containing cloudy tea fell to the ground.
Tea spilled everywhere,
But looking at the only chance to survive, Spencer didn't hesitate at all. Instead, like a dying wild dog struggling, he stuck out his tongue and frantically licked the cloudy tea scattered on the ground.
As delicious as sweet spring water,
He even used his injured wrist to wipe the tea on the ground, which contained Wesker's progenitor virus blood. Spencer attempted to use this last chance to defy fate and change his destiny…
And such a posture,
truly makes one sigh.
A wild dog is a wild dog, even its struggle to survive is so ugly and unbearable. Is there truly any meaning in living in this world like this…?
Looking at Spencer's utterly disheveled struggle before them, everyone couldn't help but sigh.
That crazed, twisted appearance, that obsession to desperately cling to life no matter what, made Javier shake his head helplessly.
Look…
This is the ugliest side of humanity.
The darkest scene revealed when swallowed by inner desires. Besides humans, no other creature in the world can exhibit such bizarre and absurd behavior.
At the same time, this was also the part Javier most despised.
A person's attachment to inner desires is permissible, but the persistent desire that requires selling one's soul and dignity in exchange is something Javier cannot comprehend—!
If a person…
truly abandons his soul and dignity as a human being to obtain the persistent desire he wants, then he is no longer worthy of being called a human. He is merely an ugly creature in human skin.
Just like the Major in Hellsing, after he was shot and transformed into a cyborg, he claimed that what drove him was his will,
and declared that one's will is "precious beyond all value," and that it defines the meaning of a person, even one's pursuit of it. This is one reason why humans even surpass angels.
And when facing his nemesis Alucard, he once said something like this: he indeed greatly envied the Vampire's abilities,
but he would never willingly become a Vampire,
because no matter how many mechanical parts his body was composed of, his will would always belong to humanity, to himself. He despised turning his body into a Vampire.
And his nemesis, Alucard, the Vampire King, although human in appearance, was merely a devil in human skin.
Composed of countless human lives and blood, can this monster be called human? The answer… certainly not—!!!
"Ugh ugh ugh…"
"Damn it… cough cough cough—!!!"
And at this moment,
Spencer, who had swallowed the virus-mixed blood from the teacup, instantly underwent a mutation. Countless blood vessels began to bulge,
his body temperature rose and turned red.
Spencer could clearly hear the rapid pounding of his heart, beating very fast, as if it was about to explode, and the intense pain from his throat also made Spencer feel a sense of unease.