After all, this was about who truly held the right to decide who the imposter was.
Therefore, Ada still cared very much. Regardless of whatever other schemes Carla had, the matter of who was real and who was fake had to be defined first.
Only by making Carla admit she was the real one could Ada feel at ease continuing the upcoming game with her.
However, making Carla admit defeat was not going to be an easy task.
Seeing the woman known as Ada Wong suddenly appear before her, even trying to steal her prey and force her to surrender,
Carla did not hesitate for a moment.
She suddenly raised the pistol tightly gripped in her hand and pulled the trigger, aiming instantly at Ada's leather-clad thigh!
Bang—!!!
A gunshot rang out.
The bullet shot out of the barrel in an instant—!
It was incredibly fast. At such close range, it was generally impossible for anyone to react. After all, within seven paces, a gun is both fast and accurate.
But unfortunately, Ada was no ordinary person; she was... well, she was an infected individual enhanced by the T-Virus. Her physical constitution and neural reflexes were no longer what they used to be.
Therefore...
Almost the moment Carla prepared to attack, Ada had already noticed her subtle movements and had even predicted Carla's thoughts a step ahead.
And so—
Whoosh—!!!
The sound of air being sliced rang out.
That's right, the sound of breaking through the air. At the same instant the pistol bullet burst from the barrel, Ada's figure also shot forward, moving so fast she almost blurred into a dark shadow.
She lunged forward with a slight bend and a side-step.
The movement was fluid and seamless. The bullet grazed past Ada's hair and missed, striking the floor of the stairs behind her.
The moment Ada dodged the shot,
she struck instantly. Her slender hand clenched into a fist, and with a lunging step to close the distance, she punched Carla straight in the abdomen.
Thud...!
A muffled sound echoed.
This wasn't just any woman's fist; it was a fist enhanced by the T-Virus, packed with immense power. Almost the instant it hit Carla's abdomen,
Carla's face immediately contorted. Clutching her stomach, she stumbled back several steps, coughing up bile from her throat.
Carla collapsed onto the ground like a curled-up shrimp. The pain in her abdomen surged through her brain's neural pathways, leaving her struggling in agony on the floor.
With just one punch, and truly only one punch, Ada had easily dealt with this imposter, Carla.
This was the gap between the two. Ada, who now possessed some of the superhuman strength of the T-Virus,
could be called a true Spider-Woman. It was because of this confidence in her strength that Ada dared to step into the traps Carla had set.
"Ada..."
Witnessing this scene, Simmons, standing to the side, didn't show much surprise.
Instead, he looked at Ada with that same smiling expression, rubbing his hands together. His fawning look suggested he wanted to use his best rhetoric to continue deceiving her.
After all, Ada was the 'white moonlight'—the unattainable love—that Simmons had been searching for so long. Now that he had finally seen her, how could Simmons give up? Even knowing Ada was dangerous, he still wanted to shamelessly approach and try to get close.
It was only because Simmons didn't have any bodyguards around him right now.
In his previous situation, with great power in his hands, Simmons would have simply given the order for twenty bodyguards to help him catch this adorable little wildcat, Ada.
"Shut up!"
But unfortunately, both Carla and Ada utterly loathed Simmons. Seeing Simmons trying to crawl back to her like a sycophant,
Ada felt a wave of disgust. After shouting at him, she immediately spun around and delivered a fierce back-kick square to Simmons' face.
Bam—!!!
Another muffled impact.
The shameless Simmons had just tried to lean in when a dark shadow instantly enlarged in his vision. Pain exploded from his jaw, and his head spun.
Before he could even react, Simmons was already sprawled on the ground.
Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, a tooth had been kicked out, and his jaw was bruised a deep purple. It was clear that Ada had struck with real brutality!
Well, who told Simmons to dare use the c-virus to clone her body?
This old pervert's actions had crossed Ada's bottom line. What woman could tolerate having her own face being used to fawn and flatter beneath someone else?
She wasn't some Japanese adult film actress; naturally, she couldn't tolerate it. Today's lesson was just a small bit of interest she was collecting.
"I said..."
"It's not certain who is the prey and who is the hunter, but I have indeed won this game. From now on, you are the imposter, Carla. I hope you remember your place. If you ever dare to shamelessly show up in front of me again, I won't mind killing you directly."
"As for you, Simmons, don't show that disgusting, fawning face in front of me. You actually dared to use the c-virus to clone my body; you must be driven mad by your obsession with women."
"Since you want me so badly, I'll give you a memory so difficult that you won't ever want to do something as vulgar as mating for the rest of your life!"
Ada slowly crouched down in front of Carla, who was doubled over in pain.
Ada's leather-gloved finger gently tilted up Carla's fair chin. Looking at that face—identical to her own but twisted in a venomous expression—Ada issued her warning without the slightest hesitation.
As for Simmons,
Ada hadn't forgotten him either.
Looking at this middle-aged pervert with a mouth full of blood, Ada showed no mercy in her verbal mockery.
At the same time, her gaze slowly drifted toward the center of Simmons' crotch. She had already thought of a very good method of punishment.
"Ada...!"
"You must believe that I love you. Why can't you accept me? I am now a Senior Security Advisor for the US Government and the leader of the Family Organization. Power, wealth, status, career—I have everything. I am a perfect man, a perfect spouse."
"You should be able to understand my feelings. If you accept me, I can give you everything you want, no matter what it is."
"Even if you want to become the first female President of the United States, I can help push you there. Trust me, Ada, we can cooperate, we can marry. I love you very, very much!"
But Simmons clearly hadn't anticipated the severity of the situation.
He continued to anxiously express his love to Ada, even becoming incoherent.
As long as Ada would accept his courtship, Simmons would agree to any condition. This was the 'devotion' of a pathetic sycophant.
"..."
Even Carla, who was nearby, couldn't help but cast a contemptuous look at Simmons. You see... this scumbag Simmons had never said such mushy words of love to her.
Even though she hated Simmons now, the difference in how he treated her versus Ada made Carla feel an even deeper sense of loathing. That's men for you!
However,
expressions of love aside,
Ada herself didn't dare accept such 'deep' love, as it was far too disgusting and repulsive. Thus, she waved her hand dismissively and said:
"Simmons, you're right. You are powerful and influential, whether it's power, status, money, wealth, or even your career."
"Men in the entire United States, or even the whole world, might not be as excellent as you. But unfortunately, there are two points about you that I am very dissatisfied with."
"First, you're too old. I don't like old men. At forty or fifty years old, I highly doubt how many more years you can stay 'firm.' Maybe you'll become impotent the next second. After all, I don't want to live in an empty house as a widow."
"Second, you're too ugly. You're not my type. In summary, I'm a person who cares about looks; even if you have power and money, it's useless."
"I don't like an old and ugly man. Besides, I already have a boyfriend. I hope you, old gentleman, stop pestering me. I don't want my man to misunderstand our relationship."
Looking at Simmons,
Ada rejected his love without hesitation and cruelly trampled on Simmons' dignity.
The words 'old and ugly' echoed repeatedly in Simmons' mind.
And that sentence, 'I don't want my man to misunderstand our relationship'—those manipulative words made Simmons fume with rage.
He had never imagined
that in Ada's eyes, he was such an 'old and ugly' existence. He was one of the top ten most successful people in the world. Did she know what a successful person was?
It meant being one of the most outstanding men in the world. Several of the men ranked ahead of him were already in their fifties, even older than him.
A middle-aged man in his forties like Simmons was already considered exceptionally elite.
You see...
Most successful people only start making their fortune around age thirty, yet Simmons had reached this status in only about ten years.
He was already a monstrously talented individual.
But Ada still looked down on him. How could Simmons accept this? Not to mention... when Ada said she had found a Pretty Boy to be her man,
it made Simmons even more furious.
He nearly coughed up blood. As for why he called him a 'Pretty Boy'—a guy with no power, no money, and no status, what else could he be but a Pretty Boy?!
"Ada Wong!!!"
"I am not joking. I will give you one last chance. Accept me, and I can overlook what you just said. The news of the hotel building being attacked by bio-monsters cannot be hidden from the Family Organization."
"They will be here to rescue me soon, and then you won't be able to run. Accept my love, or don't blame me for playing rough. By then, even begging for mercy will be useless."
"You must understand one thing: with my, Simmons', status, what kind of woman can't I have? I like you because I think highly of you. Don't be ungrateful. I wouldn't mind having someone train you properly so you know what it means to be an obedient bitch."
Hearing Ada humiliate him in every way,
Simmons' mask of civility finally slipped. He no longer cared about any noble, gentlemanly style.
He only wanted to possess Ada, the woman who occupied his every thought. Thus, he spat out threats, wanting only to make Ada submit.
As for Simmons' confidence,
it was very simple.
It came from the Family Organization behind him. This organization was immensely powerful, especially in the United States, where it was practically omnipresent. The rise of any high-ranking official was inseparable from this organization's operations.
And as its leader,
Simmons was under extremely tight protection, as seen from the twenty personal bodyguards earlier.
Now that bio-monsters were attacking the hotel, many members of the Family Organization had already been alerted. They were likely on their way to rescue Simmons in large numbers.
Therefore, Simmons was confident,
believing Ada wouldn't dare kill him. Because once Ada killed him,
she would face the pursuit of countless organization members. A female secret agent like Ada could not withstand such wrath!
But unfortunately, Simmons had guessed wrong again.
The current Ada was no longer the Ada of before. The old Ada was a lone wolf, often taking on various international spy missions for a living.
Therefore, her style of action was very cautious, avoiding offending too many powerful people. But now it was different. Ada had gained the sense of security she had always longed for.
With a reliable man backing her up, she naturally wouldn't be afraid of these trivial matters.