"Prepare to head to the plaza and stop Black Merchant Elvin's transaction! Jill, Sheva, this time, we absolutely must capture that bastard Black Merchant Elvin and make him pay the ultimate price for his actions!"
Chris, having come to his senses, also remembered the mission he was currently on. He quickly adjusted his emotions, returning to his original serious and focused state.
He was extremely angry now, wishing he could personally arrest and capture Black Merchant Elvin, the mastermind. Therefore, without any hesitation, Chris returned to his commanding state and immediately gave orders to Sheva and Jill:
"Thump-thump-thump…"
"Thump-thump-thump…"
Having composed themselves, the group didn't hesitate for a moment.
They immediately headed to the transaction plaza that their informant Fisher had mentioned. It was located in the center of the town. After passing through narrow alleyways and personally dealing with some residents infected by Plaga parasites, Chris and Javier successfully arrived at the transaction plaza in the town center.
The few of them hid in a tin shed warehouse, observing the unusually chaotic transaction plaza from a distance, their brows furrowed and their expressions somewhat disbelieving.
"…"
"Oh oh oh… Oh oh oh…!!!!"
"Uh uh uh… Ah ah ah…!!!!"
Strange cheers echoed in the transaction plaza before them.
One by one, the local West Africa civilians of the town were now frantically cheering loudly in the center of the plaza, their expressions wild and exhilarated, just like a group of crazed fans chasing stars in a previous life.
However, at this moment, they were not waving light sticks, but cold weapons such as axes and blades, which looked exceptionally terrifying and gruesome.
And on the high platform of the transaction plaza, stood a man in sunglasses, dressed in a black and blue suit shirt, with a full beard.
He held a megaphone and frantically incited and misled the countless residents infected with Plaga parasites below the stage.
This scene… was like a fanatical sacrificial ceremony of some cult organization, and this man wearing sunglasses was their cult leader. And with the sunglasses man's various loud cheers and pronouncements,
a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a white shirt and a bulky bulletproof vest, with his head wrapped in thick white cloth, was quickly dragged out.
And upon closer inspection… this middle-aged man was none other than Fisher, the BSAA informant who had been preparing to withdraw earlier.
Had he not already left…?
How could he be captured at this time?
However, the truth was just as Javier had described earlier: Chris and the BSAA members thought their plan was clever, simply believing this was just an operation to infiltrate the town and capture Black Merchant Elvin.
But in reality, they were completely wrong.
Because what Chris and the West Africa BSAA did not know was that this entire town had been their enemy from the start.
Over ninety percent of the residents here were Black Merchant Elvin's informants, and all the small actions of the West Africa BSAA were seen by Black Merchant Elvin.
He just didn't want to expose them and was watching their performance. Now that the act was enough and he didn't want to watch anymore, he naturally chose to overturn the table immediately.
And how could Fisher, the informant who had long been targeted by the town residents, possibly escape privately right under their noses? This was simply impossible—!
"Damn it…"
"It's Fisher, he's been captured by these crazy civilians. Our whereabouts were exposed long ago, but even so, we must find a way to save him…"
Watching Fisher suddenly being brought out onto the high platform of the transaction plaza, Chris looked shocked, then angrily punched the ground, unable to help but curse.
He now completely believed Javier's words.
These civilians must have all been infested by Plaga parasites, otherwise their behavior couldn't be so insane, and their whereabouts might have been discovered long ago.
But even so, Chris couldn't just stand by and watch his comrade Fisher die. After all, Fisher was also a comrade of the West Africa BSAA.
Although he only worked as an informant, he had made many contributions to the West Africa BSAA and could not be abandoned so easily. He had to save his comrade Fisher, no matter what.
"Wait, Chris,"
"Let's assess the situation first. We can't act rashly. There are at least forty to fifty civilians infected with Plaga parasites in the transaction plaza. Once we enter, we'll immediately become the target of concentrated fire, and then we'll be completely unable to get out."
Seeing Chris about to rush in again, Jill quickly spoke up to dissuade him. She understood Chris's loyal and righteous nature, but that didn't mean he could disregard the lives of others. Sometimes, the bigger picture truly needed to be prioritized.
"…"
"A few rats have recently intruded into our town. This white rat is one of those outsiders. They plan to leak the secrets inside,"
"And as the most united people of the Kijuju Autonomous Region, tell me, what kind of punishment should be given to such evil outsiders who attempt to steal our secrets—?!"
And at this moment, on the high platform of the transaction plaza, the sunglasses man's incitement of the countless Plaga parasite civilians had reached a climax. Holding a megaphone, he repeatedly shouted questions to the countless civilians below.
And the already frenzied civilians, with bloodshot eyes, their gazes like wild beasts, stared intently at Fisher, who was being held, and then, without the slightest hesitation, cheered loudly:
"Decapitate—!!!!"
"Decapitate… Decapitate… Decapitate…!!!!!!"
Someone yelled first, and the rest of the frenzied civilians, without any hesitation, began to echo the shouts, their voices growing louder and the situation escalating.
Seeing the performance of these incredibly frenzied civilians, the sunglasses man was also very satisfied. He then agreed to this execution method, waving his hand to command a huge strongman executioner beside him to immediately begin the execution!
"Uh…"
"Ho ho ho… Roar roar roar…!!!!"
And the huge strongman beside the sunglasses man also didn't hesitate, quickly raising the massive iron axe in his hand, preparing to deliver a powerful cleaving strike.
There are many civilians infected with Plaga parasites in the town, and these ordinary infected civilians are collectively referred to as Majini.
They are all hosts infected after being injected with the Type 3 Plaga parasite, which is more aggressive and violent than the Plaga parasite in Spain. And in Swahili, Majini is called "evil spirit"!
As for the huge strongman on the high platform of the transaction plaza beside the sunglasses man, he is a mutated Majini, also known as the Executioner Majini. He possesses an enormous height, still a Tyrant-level two-meter-tall physique, and a body as strong as a bear.
However, in terms of attack capability, he is not as absurd as a Tyrant. The Executioner Majini wears a bulky sack over his head, with no facial features.
His head is covered with various steel nails, and the stitches are unusually obvious, as if to suppress some kind of side effect. His skin is flushed red, and he wears a butcher's leather apron, the kind worn by fishmongers and pork vendors in slaughterhouses.
He holds a massive steel sharp axe, which even has traces of blood on it. All these rich elements combined make the Executioner Majini in front of them full of oppressive power. Although he doesn't have the immense strength of a Tyrant, his giant axe is awe-inspiring.
If you get hit once, let alone being split in half, your body will probably be smashed into a pulp. Therefore, when facing this kind of monster, you can dodge countless times, but you absolutely cannot make a single mistake, otherwise, you will immediately be finished!
"Wait…!!!"
"Let me go, let me go quickly. Do you want information? I know all the information, as long as you can spare my life, please…!!!"
And at this moment, seeing the immensely tall Executioner Majini beside him, whose body exuded a dense aura of malice, and the highly raised, rusty, blood-stained giant axe,
a breath of death enveloped Fisher's heart, even transforming into a hand that tightly gripped Fisher's neck, causing an immediate and intense sensation of suffocation.
Driven by a strong will to survive, Fisher's emotions immediately became panicked. He began to struggle and plead with the sunglasses man in front of him.
Although he was a member of the West Africa BSAA, he still couldn't face death calmly when confronted with it. After all, even the most heinous criminals would lose a night's sleep before their execution.
This is the terrifying fear of death, and he, an ordinary person, was no exception. Therefore, no matter what Fisher had to betray, at this moment, as long as he could survive, that was enough—!
However, the sunglasses man paid no attention to Fisher's pleas, because they simply didn't care about the intelligence in Fisher's head.
In this town, they were the kings of everything; they didn't need to gather any intelligence.
Furthermore… they were black merchants, specializing in selling Bio-weapons. Why would they need so much intelligence? They just needed to sell the Bio-weapon virus. And this town was soon to become abandoned, so no amount of intelligence would be of any use.
Therefore,
"Ho ho ho…!!!"
A heavy gasp sounded.
The highly raised, rusty, blood-stained giant axe in the Executioner Majini's hand crashed down. A black shadow rapidly descended, precisely hitting Fisher's head. Even though the giant axe was covered in rust, it met no obstruction at this moment, because the sheer weight of the giant axe alone was enough to cleave any flesh in two.
"Click…"
"Pfft—!!!"
The next second, Fisher's body, from his head down, including his neck, chest, and waist, was instantly split into two by the rusty giant axe, blood splattering everywhere.
A deep pit was smashed into the wooden platform. The first cannon fodder teammate died just like that. This is the classic opening of a Resident Evil dungeon, where a unlucky person must die first…
"Damn it—!!!"
And watching his teammate Fisher die tragically on the spot, Chris, hiding in the tin shed warehouse, angrily punched the ground again to vent his frustration.
He absolutely could not tolerate these damned black merchant criminals continuing to get away with it. They had to be severely punished, otherwise Fisher's sacrifice would not be redeemed. But Chris had no idea that they would soon become the target of concentrated fire…!
Almost in an instant, while Chris was still lamenting the tragic death of his comrade Fisher, the sunglasses man in the transaction plaza quickly noticed Chris and the others hiding in the tin shed warehouse.
Based on their attire, he immediately recognized them as military forces from another organization. Therefore, without any hesitation, the sunglasses man on the high platform of the transaction plaza quickly raised the megaphone in his hand and began to incite and command the incredibly agitated Majini civilians in the transaction plaza:
"There are also outsiders…!"
"They are over there! They are companions of the evil organization that was just executed! Quick… Don't let them escape! Catch them quickly, otherwise the secrets within the town will be leaked by them!"
Repeating his incitement, the sunglasses man yelled hysterically from the high platform of the transaction plaza. And at the moment they heard the command, forty to fifty Majini civilians all turned their heads.
Their blood-red eyes, like those of wild beasts, immediately noticed Chris and the others hiding in the tin shed warehouse behind them. Their rational eyes were clearly different from those of the infected monsters.
"Ho ho ho…"
"Roar roar roar—!!!"
Therefore, the next second, almost without any surprise, amidst the frenzied roars from the open mouths of these Majini civilians, these Majini monsters, infected with the third-generation Plaga parasite, seemed to fall into a bloodthirsty frenzy.