Among a group of Compound Eye Demons, there is a high probability that two out of ten will become Mutants.
This probability is already quite high; therefore, the individual combat power of the c-virus is truly strong compared to other viruses.
"Shit, everyone fall back..."
"Listen to me, don't panic! Aim your muzzles at the monster's head and concentrate your fire. Don't just fire a few random shots and run; you won't kill this thing like that!"
Seeing the situation becoming increasingly troublesome,
and several SWAT brothers already injured, the middle-aged man serving as the SWAT team captain hurriedly roared and cursed into the intercom from inside a police car.
Usually, they were perfectly organized when dealing with petty thieves, but today they were in a frantic mess facing a single monster. This was entirely due to a lack of experience.
*Vroom...*
*Screech—!!!!*
As he spoke,
the SWAT team captain hurriedly spun the steering wheel, reversing the police car. Once he had retreated to a safe distance,
he scrambled out of the car and popped the trunk.
He immediately pulled out an RPG. As a SWAT team, they did carry some heavy weaponry.
Now that the distance was closed,
and he had ordered his members to retreat, he could try to blast the bio-monster in front of him with the rocket launcher.
*Bang—!!!*
*Boom——————————!!!!!*
But very quickly,
before the SWAT captain could even finish assembling the RPG,
the deafening crack of a heavy sniper rifle rang out from behind him. A bullet, its tail burning with a brilliant flame, streaked past in an instant.
It instantly struck the head of the Rasklapanje that was smashing a police car with its thick arms. Its hardened skin, which assault rifles couldn't seriously damage,
was pierced in a flash, leaving a fist-sized blood hole.
It was as if a chunk of flesh had been forcibly gouged out. Blood splattered across the ground, and steam billowed from the Rasklapanje's head.
Soon, it collapsed straight to the ground,
devoid of breath or movement. Without a doubt, it was as dead as could be.
The corpse of the dead Rasklapanje quickly turned into a pile of ash, leaving no trace on the ground except for a patch of black soot.
This was the drawback of the c-virus.
Inheriting the characteristics of the T-Veronica Virus,
the flesh has the property of generating heat through friction upon contact with air. This causes c-virus monsters to immediately self-combust once they suffer fatal injuries they cannot recover from.
This could be considered a strange sort of advantage.
After all, the body incinerates itself upon death, so there's no need to dispose of the corpse. Not only does it prevent people with ulterior motives from taking the body for research,
but it also eliminates the hassle of handling the remains.
One only needs to sweep it up. It's much better than other bio-viruses that leave behind a pool of foul-smelling flesh.
However,
one might wonder if this was because the setting was China's Hong Kong, and they were afraid too many bloody scenes wouldn't pass censorship,
so the disposal method was changed to spontaneous combustion. After all, in our Celestial Empire, even blood is often depicted as alien green; dying by self-immolation seems perfectly normal.
*Cough, cough.*
Just a joke, of course.
With that one-shot kill from the heavy sniper, the crowd finally realized that the bio-monster before them had been slaughtered.
As veteran SWAT Officers,
they naturally recognized that the sound of the sniper fire just now was anti-materiel grade—specifically, a 12mm caliber barrett heavy sniper rifle.
The sound of the shot carried far and wide.
Coupled with that incendiary armor-piercing rounds, it had directly blown the Rasklapanje's skull open.
An incendiary armor-piercing rounds can pierce the armor of an armored vehicle, let alone the flesh and blood of the Rasklapanje in front of them.
"Damn, who's this badass?!"
Coming back to his senses,
the SWAT captain turned his head toward the source of the sniper fire, unable to help muttering to himself.
Compared to the 'land of the free,' America,
the way we express praise on Hong Kong Island is much more down-to-earth and cordial.
As they looked over, the SWAT team members saw a tall, thin man in the distance slowly lowering a barrett heavy sniper rifle.
Beside him was a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed woman in camouflage. The newcomers were none other than the father-daughter duo, Javier and Sherry Birkin.
White smoke billowed from the muzzle. He had just fired from a standing position,
without using a bipod or resting it on the ground. This astounded everyone. After all, everyone knew the recoil of an anti-materiel sniper rifle; could one really shoot accurately without bracing it?
But in truth, it wasn't necessary.
With Javier's current physical fitness, let alone a barrett heavy sniper rifle, he could even shoulder-fire an M2 Heavy Machine Gun.
His strength was simply too great.
With a serious punch, Javier could punch through a wall. His strength and speed were already comparable to a Tyrant; he was the textbook definition of a human-shaped Gundam.
And it wasn't just Javier himself.
Even the young girl beside him, Sherry Birkin, possessed extraordinary strength. While she couldn't punch through walls, she could easily snap a baseball bat with her bare hands if she put her back into it.
So, if Sherry didn't hold back and fought to kill, a few simple punches could easily shatter a living person's limbs.
"..."
"Who are these two...?"
Watching Javier and Sherry slowly walk toward them, the SWAT captain murmured in confusion. Javier was dressed in casual clothes and looked very ordinary.
Sherry, on the other hand, was fully geared in camouflage and a bulletproof vest. The duo looked a bit like the pair from the movie *Léon: The Professional*—a middle-aged hitman and a little girl assassin.
"Member of the international anti-bioterrorism organization BSAA, Javier Li. This is my assistant, Sherry Birkin. Hello, Officer. We are here on orders to announce something to the HK Government."
When it came to lying,
Javier appeared extremely skilled and at ease.
He pulled a fake ID from his pocket, handed it to the SWAT captain, and introduced himself in friendly Cantonese.
Upon hearing Javier's voice,
the SWAT captain became much more cordial. This was authentic Hong Kong Cantonese. It turned out the man wasn't a foreigner but a fellow local.
"I would like to ask you, Captain, to notify your superiors and the local government to issue an emergency news broadcast to the residents of Lanxiang City. Someone is attempting to release a bio-virus on Hong Kong Island to cause a large-scale infection. That bio-monster just now is proof."
"The BSAA is already on its way. We will help the HK Government resolve this bio-virus crisis, but right now, many citizens in Lanxiang City are still wandering outside, unaware of the situation."
"To avoid mass infection, I ask the HK Government to order the residents of Lanxiang City to quickly hide in their homes or nearby buildings. Try to stay on the second floor or higher, close all doors and windows, and prepare protective gear like gas masks or face masks."
"The virus is airborne. If the gas is inhaled, they will turn into bio-monsters. Furthermore, if there are too many people on the streets, mass casualties will occur when the infection breaks out."
Looking at the SWAT captain,
Javier spoke each word with serious intent.
This was actually the truth. To prevent a massive outbreak of the bio-virus, Javier had pointed out the most important method of avoidance.
It was very simple: evacuate the crowds.
Hide inside buildings and close all doors and windows to prevent the gas from flowing in.
And wear masks or other protective equipment. That way, even when Carla's c-virus warhead hit Lanxiang City, it wouldn't cause too many infections.
At the very least, it could ensure that over eighty percent of Lanxiang City's residents wouldn't die. After all, Gas Missiles come and go quickly.
As long as one didn't inhale the toxic gas within half an hour,
the c-virus gas from the missile would quickly dilute and evaporate in the air, becoming harmless.
Of course,
Javier wasn't afraid of his identity being exposed or the other party not believing him.
Unless the local HK Government was incredibly stupid, a quick inquiry to the BSAA's Asia Branch
would confirm that what Javier said was true.
After all, Javier had already notified Chris in advance, and Chris was leading a team toward Lanxiang City. This cover story wouldn't be seen through...
...
Meanwhile,
on the rooftop of another skyscraper—!
Two figures, one in red and one in blue, stood straight on the rooftop of the towering building, letting the night wind blow through their hair.
Carla's red scarf fluttered in the wind,
resembling the scarf of a Kamen Rider. For a moment, it felt like a 'duel atop the Forbidden City' on a moonlit night, as the aura of these two women was simply too powerful.
The rooftop beneath their feet
was the place these two'Spider-Women' had finally chosen for their duel after swinging across several buildings on their grappling lines.
And so, they stopped here.
Of course... Carla had lured Ada Wong here.
Because not only had Carla set a trap here herself, but more importantly, that bastard Simmons was staying in the hotel building below.
This was information Carla had obtained herself.
She planned to capture Ada and then drag her before that bastard Simmons to torture her, deriving pleasure from the look of rage on Simmons' face as her revenge.
"..."
"So this is the place? Tell me... how do you want to play? A debate on right and wrong? Hand-to-hand combat? Or a Western cowboy-style quick-draw duel?"
"Or... do you have some even more interesting way to handle this? After all, since you're an impostor, there has to be a way to decide the winner, right?"
Her high-heeled leather boots crushed the pebbles on the rooftop. Feeling the cold night wind, Ada glanced at her clone, Carla, with her beautiful eyes and asked in a flat tone,
exuding a sense of calm composure,
as if everything were under her control.
Because of the T-Virus, Ada had a lot of confidence. Only then did she dare to meet this insidious and cunning woman, Carla, alone.
If it were a battle of wits and words,
Ada's tongue was very sharp; even Leon had suffered at her hands, let alone a woman like Carla.
And if it were a matter of hand-to-hand combat,
even without the T-Virus, Ada wouldn't fear Carla. After all, Carla's original self was just a researcher. Even if she had a body cloned to be exactly like Ada's, she definitely didn't have Ada's level of experience.
Not to mention her current physical fitness enhanced by the T-Virus.
As for a Western quick-draw duel, what a joke... as long as she wasn't hit in the head,
Ada could recover using the T-Virus. Therefore, with the situation completely in her favor, Ada was willing to play any game Carla wanted until she crushed Carla's self-esteem!
After all, the current Carla had not yet injected the enhanced c-virus and had not transformed into the spore queen. Thus, Ada had this impostor Carla right where she wanted her!
"Everything you've mentioned is too boring."
"Let me tell you some good news. Simmons is inside this very building, but it's filled with security and his bodyguards. Let's see who can capture Simmons first, shall we?"