In response to this, Javier, who had been found out, showed no panic. Lisa's viral blood had already been mostly absorbed, and he no longer needed to rely on external forces.
He could already control a portion of the power himself. Therefore, the one who should be anxious now was Wesker.
After all, the tables had turned.
If Lisa, who was on the freighter's deck, finished dealing with the Ultimate Ouroboros, then the one running away with his tail between his legs would be Wesker himself.
"Three minutes..."
"Within three minutes, I can deal with you, as well as Chris, Jill, and the others. By then, I can leave this freighter at any time."
Hearing Javier's threatening words, Wesker narrowed his eyes and spoke each word deliberately. This time, he was truly serious.
Since he couldn't kill Javier with his bare hands, he would use more weapons. Watching... Wesker slowly walked to a corner of the cabin.
He picked up a crowbar—the 'Holy Sword of Physics'—and weighed it in his hand. Wesker was quite satisfied with this weapon.
"..."
Seeing Wesker casually pick up a crowbar, Javier's brow twitched slightly as a faint sense of foreboding washed over him.
At the same time, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Which worker had carelessly left a maintenance crowbar at the bottom of the cabin? One had to understand that there was a clear difference between an unarmed Wesker and a Wesker with a weapon.
The difference between the two was stark.
Of course, it wasn't that Wesker with a weapon was necessarily stronger; after all, the progenitor virus enhanced the physical body and didn't grant other special abilities.
An unarmed Wesker was still full of immense destructive power. However, the only difference was that with a weapon, Wesker gained a long-range output capability. That was the sole distinction.
Bare hands meant direct close-quarters combat.
But with a weapon in hand, he could strike from a hundred paces away...!
Swoosh——!!!
Just like now.
Before Javier could even react, Wesker suddenly threw the 'Holy Sword of Physics' crowbar with great force. It shot out instantly like a javelin or a spear.
Carrying a piercing sound as it tore through the air,
it hurtled toward Javier at an incredible speed. This caused his expression to change; a Wesker with long-range attack methods was the most troublesome.
Puchi...!
Clang——!!!
Javier had just thought about turning his head and dodging to the side,
but he couldn't keep up with the throwing speed of the crowbar at all. The sharp tip of the crowbar instantly pierced Javier's shoulder. A terrifying force followed.
Before he could react,
the crowbar, along with Javier himself, was pinned firmly to a cabin pillar behind him. The crowbar thrown with Wesker's terrifying strength actually pierced through the steel plate and was embedded deep inside.
Its power was horrifying, causing Javier's expression to shift slightly. He hurriedly tried to move forward to escape the crowbar's restraint.
Tap, tap, tap...
However,
Wesker was faster.
Just as Javier was about to move, the sound of rapid footsteps reached his ears. Looking up, Wesker's figure had already arrived silently.
He even had several pieces of twisted rebar in his hands,
which had been torn from a nearby cabin railing.
Looking at Javier pinned to the pillar, Wesker's cold face showed no emotion. Instead, he repeated his earlier words:
"Three minutes..."
"There are still two minutes and forty seconds left. That's enough for me to deal with Chris and the others."
With that,
Wesker violently thrust a piece of rebar into Javier's abdomen. Crimson blood flowed from the end of the steel rod.
At the same time, he kept twisting the rebar. The intense pain caused Javier's face to contort uncontrollably, veins bulging on his neck and cold sweat pouring down.
Puchi——!
But the torture wasn't over.
There were two more pieces of rebar. The second one was violently thrust into Javier's thigh, and blood flowed out once more. One crowbar and two pieces of rebar pinned Javier's body firmly to the pillar, leaving him unable to move.
Looking at the last remaining piece of rebar,
Wesker did not hesitate. He raised both hands high, intending to plunge it into Javier's forehead. That way, even if Javier was infected with the G-Virus, he would die instantly. Even if he didn't die, he would turn into a mindless monster controlled by the virus.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh——!!!
But at this moment,
an unexpected event occurred.
A faint sound of something cutting through the air came from nearby.
Sensing no threat, Wesker didn't dodge. Instead, he turned his head to see what it was.
But the objects flying toward Wesker were faster. A faint sting came from his back, where several finger-sized syringes were lodged.
They were as small as vaccine syringes,
about four in total. The culprit who had fired these syringes was none other than Chris, who was watching him from not far away.
This was a hidden weapon he had carefully prepared.
Hidden sleeve arrows stored on his wrist. They were originally intended for a sneak attack during close-quarters combat with Wesker.
But he hadn't expected to hit Wesker's body so easily. Perhaps Wesker hadn't felt any threat from these syringes! After all, a mosquito bite wouldn't kill him.
And these syringes,
the liquid they contained was a high-purity neural anesthetic toxin. The concentration of one shot was enough to knock out over a dozen elephants.
Each shot was different. The first was a pure anesthetic, while the others were muscle relaxants and even toxins that caused blood spoilage.
Chris knew that since bullets couldn't harm Wesker, he would try chemicals. Fighting science with science.
These drugs could greatly disrupt a person's physical regulatory system and were also very difficult to expel from the body.
After all, Chris had never seen a virus that could expel toxins from the body; they were more likely to absorb them.
And as long as it was a carbon-based lifeform,
a creature composed of flesh and blood cells, it would be difficult for it not to be affected by these drugs. So, Chris decided to try.
"..."
As the chemicals from the four syringes in his back were slowly injected, Wesker's face gradually began to show that something was wrong.
Because he possessed the power of the progenitor virus, Wesker's body absorbed external substances very quickly.
Similarly, the absorption speed of these drugs was also very fast.
Wesker could clearly feel his nerves weakening, his vision beginning to blur, drowsiness setting in, and his limbs becoming limp and weak.
Even the blood cells in his body were being constantly destroyed.
Although the recovery ability of his progenitor virus was very fast, the side effects brought by these drugs were real. He was indeed being affected.
"You..."
"What did you inject into me?!"
The highly raised rebar was slowly lowered. Wesker reached out and grabbed Javier's neck on the pillar, turning his head to question Chris and the others in a raspy, low voice.
His head was a bit dizzy,
which made Wesker feel uncomfortable. It seemed the effect of the drugs was outstanding, which surprised Javier greatly.
He hadn't expected Chris's sneak attack plan to actually succeed. But drugs like these were only effective against a Wesker who hadn't completely turned into a monster.
If they were injected into a slime-like being like Lisa, they would probably be useless. After all, her body could already be liquefied and could no longer be described as a carbon-based lifeform.
Puchi——!
However,
just as Wesker's questioning left his mouth, he immediately felt another sting on his arm. Looking up, he saw that Javier had somehow stuck a milky-white syringe into his arm.
Unlike the syringes in his back,
Wesker was very familiar with the labeling on the syringe on his arm. This was because he injected it once a week to stabilize the progenitor virus power in his body. This drug syringe was naturally PG67...
"Damn it..."
"Where did you get this drug...?!"
Looking at the PG67 drug that Javier had stealthily injected into his arm, the muscles on Wesker's face couldn't help but twitch.
If he could maintain his composure after Chris's sneak attack with various anesthetic toxins, the appearance of the PG67 drug
made Wesker completely lose his cool.
He yanked out the syringe, crushed the remaining drug inside with his foot, and grabbed Javier's neck with his other hand, lifting him up with force.
Ignoring Javier's neck, which was already flushed red from being choked, Wesker questioned him fiercely. This time, Wesker had reached the edge of his fury.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was flying into a rage.
After all, Javier had never seen the usually arrogant Wesker drenched in sweat, with veins bulging on his neck and a contorted expression. Even when the Ouroboros Virus Project was nearing completion, he hadn't seen Wesker's emotions so agitated.
But there was no helping it;
this concerned Wesker's life and safety, so he had to be emotional.
Ever since Wesker went to that old man Spencer's Mansion Villa and had a fight with Lisa, the Wesker who began to frantically pursue power gradually lost control of the progenitor virus in his body.
He wanted too much power.
His greed was too great, causing his body to be unable to keep up with the virus's evolution, eventually showing signs of going berserk. To maintain the balance of power in his body,
Wesker had invented the PG67 drug.
He maintained a weekly injection dose. This week, Wesker had just injected a shot of PG67, and now that Javier had sneakily injected another shot, the balance of power in his body was completely shattered.
After all, any anesthetic toxin didn't matter.
Those effects were only temporary. Could those things really be stronger than the power of the virus? He could ignore them after taking some time to adapt.
But PG67 would completely break the balance Wesker's body maintained. Once this balance was affected, Wesker would be unable to control the progenitor virus power in his body.
That's right.
PG67 wouldn't make Wesker lose his superpowers like in the original timeline. On the contrary, it would cause Wesker to completely unleash the virus power within him.
After all, the Wesker in the original timeline hadn't pursued power excessively like he was now. He had injected PG67 because the virus power in his body was too immense to control, not because he was too weak!
"Discarding it after use, are we...?"
"Wesker, you really are a busy man with a short memory, cough cough... Naturally, it's something left behind by the tool you threw away after using. It's truly karmic retribution."
"You turned that woman into the Ultimate Ouroboros, and now the thing she left behind has instead become the key to killing you."
Being choked by Wesker and pressed firmly against the wall, Javier began to struggle incessantly. After gasping for air, he didn't forget to mock him.
At this moment, Javier felt a sense of oddity.
Clearly, Wesker had already been injected with various anesthetic toxins as well as the PG67 drug. Why hadn't he fallen into chaos yet?
Instead, Javier could sense that Wesker's strength was gradually surging. The hand choking his neck was like an iron clamp; no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free.
This shouldn't be...
Javier was already an infected of the G-Virus.
Although he wasn't as absurd as a pathogen like Lisa, he at least possessed strength comparable to a Tyrant now. How could he still not break free from Wesker's restraint?