*Crack, shatter...*
Bullets instantly struck the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room. Under the immense external force, the massive glass pane could not hold up.
It shattered in an instant, countless glass shards falling from high above, leaving behind a massive hole just large enough for a person to pass through.
*Whoosh—!!!*
Before Javier and Ada in the hotel room could react, the sound of something cutting through the air came again.
A black figure rapidly grew larger in their vision.
Soon, with a *thud*, as if by magic, a figure leaped through the shattered window and into the hotel room.
*Tap, tap, tap...*
Due to inertia,
Carla staggered slightly when she landed in the hotel room.
Her high heels made a tapping sound on the floor. After briefly tidying her messy red scarf, Carla slowly raised her gaze.
Her beautiful eyes looked toward Javier and Ada, and from her sexy red lips, she softly breathed out a sentence:
"Good evening. I apologize for intruding into your room,"
"But I really wanted to meet my own counterfeit. I'm sure you wanted to see me too, Ms. Ada Wong...!"
Everything happened almost in an instant.
Just a moment ago, Ada and Javier were chatting happily in the hotel living room, but suddenly a deafening gunshot echoed from outside the window,
Followed by a figure rushing in. When they saw that the newcomer was actually the fake, Carla Radames,
Without a doubt,
Ada felt a flicker of panic and confusion in her heart.
She never expected this inferior counterfeit would actually dare to show up at her door. Was she in a hurry to die?
And it wasn't just Ada;
Even Javier looked at Carla Radames standing before them with some surprise. She wore the familiar blue deep-V evening gown and red scarf.
Because of that conspicuous red scarf,
Carla looked more like Mikasa Ackerman. Looking closely, this woman's cloned appearance was indeed extremely similar to Ada's.
If she changed her outfit and temperament, Javier truly wouldn't be able to distinguish between their facial features; the similarity was at least over ninety percent—extremely high.
To be honest, if Simmons' technology could improve its success rate, he could create countless dream lovers for anyone. They were just too similar!
"Carla Radames...?"
"Who are you calling a counterfeit? You're just a substitute used by Simmons to vent his desires. Just how many times have you brainwashed yourself to hallucinate that you're the real thing?"
"I was originally planning to pay you a visit myself, but I didn't expect you to come to me. Are you looking for death?"
Glancing at the Carla before her,
Ada was internally surprised by how much this woman resembled her,
But hearing Carla call *her* the counterfeit made Ada slightly displeased, and she frowned as she countered with her questions.
She couldn't quite understand this woman's sense of self-superiority.
She had thought the other woman was just a fallen victim deceived and modified by Simmons. If possible, Ada might have helped Carla take revenge on Simmons together. But now it seemed this woman's head had some issues; cooperation was out of the question!
Meanwhile, Javier watched silently from the side.
He didn't intervene much. This was a war between two women. It wasn't a jealous battlefield of love rivals, nor was it a drama of love and hate; it was that terrifying scenario where 'wearing the same outfit isn't scary, but whoever is uglier is embarrassed.'
With just this one confrontation,
Javier could feel the intense aura between these two women.
Interjecting recklessly would only lead to a dead end, so Javier decisively stepped back and let Ada handle it herself. After all, the opponent was her own counterfeit; it was better for the original to deal with it!
"No..."
"You've got one thing wrong, Ada Wong. I'm not your counterfeit, and you're not mine. But once only one of us is left alive, then the other will have been the counterfeit."
"Furthermore, you're a bit more inferior than I imagined. I wondered what kind of woman Simmons liked, but looking at you now, you're no different from a flirtatious vixen."
Hearing Ada's questioning,
Carla extended a finger and shook it, indicating Ada had misunderstood her meaning. From start to finish, Carla didn't care at all who was whose counterfeit.
As long as the other person died,
Then Carla could seize Ada's identity and become the only Ada Wong left in the world. There would be no need to care about real or fake identities. That was the key to proving she was the real thing!
Volume 9 Resident Evil 6: Chapter 25 The Outbreak Begins
The Six-Eared Macaque was originally Wukong's heart; split in two, they are hard to reconcile.
If one is half-hearted, though they seem united, their spirits are far apart, like uncarvable jade.
Ada never expected that she would one day encounter a real-life 'True and False Monkey King' scenario. Looking at Carla before her, Ada's mind was filled with a thousand thoughts.
Inside the hotel room—
The atmosphere between Ada and Carla was exceptionally tense. After all, facing someone with the exact same face as your own,
It was hard not to be angry. Especially after Carla's last remark, Ada raised her eyebrows again and said coldly and with dissatisfaction:
"You think you can kill me? And then occupy my nest like a magpie to steal my life...?"
A woman who plotted to kill her and steal her life—without a doubt, Carla's thoughts had crossed Ada's bottom line.
She had originally wanted to help this pitiful woman,
Considering she had been deceived into this state by that old pervert Simmons,
But now, charity seemed like a grave mistake.
Carla's ambition was massive; she wasn't some street beggar who could be sent away with a bit of spare change. This 'beggar' even harbored murderous intent toward her; she absolutely could not be left alive.
For a counterfeit to dare act so brazenly,
Even though Ada's temper had mellowed over the years, it didn't mean she would let Carla steal her life. This was her most intolerable line.
"Whether I can replace you depends on whether you give me the chance, Ms. Ada."
"This is a private matter between the two of us. How about it? Want to come outside with me to handle this alone?"
"Or do you want to rely on this man to help you settle me, the counterfeit? Of course, it doesn't matter if you do; it's just a matter of one more or one less person to deal with."
Looking at Ada's angry face,
Carla felt extremely gratified. She was getting addicted to this.
She loved seeing the furious expressions on Ada's and Simmons' faces. The more agitated they became, the more pleasant Carla's mood grew.
The reason Carla dared to meet Ada alone
Was that she believed she understood Ada very well.
She was certain Ada wouldn't let anyone else interfere in this, because it was a private matter between counterparts. If anyone else joined in, the nature of the conflict would completely change.
Therefore,
Carla's plan was simple:
To lure Ada out, draw her into a pre-arranged trap, and capture her.
It was that simple.
If Ada didn't take the bait, Carla had means of escape,
So she wasn't afraid of being caught. That's why she was bold enough to break into the hotel room for verbal provocation.
Of course,
Such a crude scheme
Was impossible for Ada not to see through. But just as Carla predicted, this was an overt ploy that couldn't be refused.
Ada's pride wouldn't allow Javier to interfere in this.
She wanted to solve it herself. So even if it was a provocation, even if Carla had prepared a trap waiting for her, Ada would still go to handle it alone. After all, this was a war between women.
However,
While she would handle it alone, Ada wouldn't hold back on the verbal mockery:
"Carla, do you have any idea how clumsy your imitation skills are? And how utterly repulsive..."
"Though your expressions and voice are very similar, that slutty, fawning posture is truly as lowly as a bitch wagging its tail by the roadside."
"As the original, frankly, I truly look down on an imitator like you. You've read my files, you know my history, you've seen my photos and videos. You try to surmise my personality and psychology to imitate a perfect Ada Wong to please that fellow Simmons."
"But I have to strike you down by saying that your so-called 'perfect' imitation is full of ugly displays. Do you know why Simmons doesn't love you, but simply treats you as a substitute for venting?"
"The reason is simple: a man won't love a lowly bitch. I won't grovel to Simmons because I despise that old man, but you have an unrequited love for him, constantly catering to his demands. No wonder he treats you with contempt."
When Ada's narrow eyes caught the charming expression and seductive voice on Carla's face, a look of disgust couldn't help but surface in the depths of her gaze.
She absolutely hated that her own face could make such fawning, flattering expressions. That simply wasn't her.
Although Carla's face was very similar to hers,
The personality and attitude she was imitating were the ten-year-old versions, long since outdated.
Back then, Ada hadn't even established herself in Umbrella or Tricell; she was just an ordinary female agent.
Relying on mercenary missions to make a living,
Ada's only advantage then was her face. With no other choice, Ada often used her beautiful appearance as a weapon to seduce men and complete missions.
Although she never actually had physical relations with those men, in their eyes, Ada's image was indeed that of a glamorous vixen.
But unfortunately,
After ten years of refinement,
Ada, having 'come ashore' from the sea of intrigue, had cleared her name. She now had capital and power, relying entirely on her own strength. She no longer needed to use her looks to assist in completing her work.
So in recent years, Ada's attitude toward all strange men, except for Javier,
Was exceptionally cold. Someone like Simmons—
Forget now; even the former, weaker Ada wouldn't have looked twice at him. He was just a lecher lusting after her body!
"..."
*Urgh, ha ha ha...*
Once the highly aggressive verbal assault was released, its effect was outstanding.
Carla's brow furrowed deeply, her beautiful eyes staring fixedly at Ada, her silver teeth grinding audibly behind her red lips, as if she wanted to crush them and swallow them whole.
Because Ada's words had struck Carla's sore spot.
She clearly had the same appearance as Ada, but she hadn't gained Simmons' affection.
Instead, she was just a substitute for venting. The main reason was that Carla's posture was too humble and lowly.
In Simmons' eyes,
Ada was a high and mighty goddess, desirable but unattainable, someone to be admired from afar but not trifled with.
The role Simmons played was definitely not that of a master, but a lackey. If Ada so much as extended a leg, Simmons would come running to lick her boots. That was the 'correct' way they interacted.
But unfortunately,
Carla was just a lowly bitch wagging its tail. Although a controllable Ada whom he could do with as he pleased was indeed something Simmons enjoyed,
It was only that.
Lacking that arrogant soul, Simmons always felt something was off.
He always felt it was missing a little something, like a dish served without salt. Therefore, it was perfectly normal for Carla to be held in contempt by Simmons.
"..."
"Follow me..."