At this moment, inside the wedding room—
"Beep, beep, beep..."
"Glenn, there's an emergency. Someone has infiltrated the building's laboratory. It's that guy I mentioned before, the US Government's Bioweapon Soldier."
"He's likely here to rescue Rebecca. I can't get away right now as I'm directing other personnel to release the virus, but my father has already headed over there. Avoid him as much as possible!"
The walkie-talkie on the white table rang incessantly.
Glenn quickly picked it up to listen, soon hearing the anxious report from his confidante, Maria.
This caused Glenn to frown immediately.
A Bioweapon Soldier... Thinking of this, Glenn immediately grabbed the remote and turned on the projector, casting the surveillance footage onto the wall of the wedding room.
Glenn soon saw Javier in his laboratory corridor, laying waste to everything in his path. He was dressed simply in a white shirt and suit trousers.
Holding a Desert Eagle pistol, he easily shot down the Mercenary guards, his white shirt stained with a few splatters of blood.
It made him appear even more dangerous.
However, as Glenn watched the aggressive Javier on the projection, he remained unfazed, instead curling his lip in contempt.
Is this the Bioweapon Soldier the US Government developed?
Aside from his physical fitness being slightly better, he didn't look special at all. He wondered how Maria and Diego, the Bio-Monster, that father-daughter duo, had been driven away by him.
"Javier...?!"
On the other side,
Rebecca, who was on the floor, saw Javier's figure in the projection and began to murmur with intense excitement.
Seeing that Javier had finally come to rescue her was a source of immense joy for Rebecca.
It proved that Javier hadn't forgotten her and that her place in his heart remained very important; this was what made Rebecca happiest.
"Hmph, so he's your old flame...?"
"Just you wait. I'll make this man die right before your eyes. A Bioweapon Soldier? Is he really that strong?"
"Can he withstand being surrounded by countless zombies? Can he withstand the erosion of various viral gases? Since he's come to my door, watch his struggling death throes with me!"
"Maria, hear my command. Immediately release the test subjects held in the cages and drive them this way. Let the zombies deal with this guy!"
Seeing Rebecca's excited and joyful expression,
Glenn felt a sudden pang of jealousy in his heart. He could not tolerate Rebecca loving any man other than himself.
Thus, a ruthless look appeared on his face. With a cold snort, he picked up the walkie-talkie and began to issue orders rapidly.
Glenn had long anticipated that one day his company's internal laboratory base would be discovered, so he had set up a defense system early on.
Of course, these defense systems weren't mechanical traps or hidden passages.
They simply utilized the infected zombies kept in cages to attack and repel intruders, while continuously releasing the a-virus and various toxic gases.
While these intruders were exhausted from dealing with the zombies, they would unknowingly be infected and become one of the zombies themselves.
And now... it was time to test the effectiveness of the defense system!
Volume 10: Resident Evil Village, Vendetta: Chapter 15: Tetris
Inside the entire building, there were roughly several hundred zombies kept imprisoned by Glenn, the insane creator of the a-virus.
Once released, nearly several hundred zombies would burst from their cages at once. Even an elite special forces squad wouldn't be able to resist.
Because this was already comparable to a beast tide.
This was also one of the sources of Glenn's confidence.
Coupled with the toxic gas dispersion hidden in every corner, he could turn intruders into zombies at any time. The more people that came, the more would die and the more zombies there would be. This was his proudest work.
However, as the saying goes, Glenn underestimated Javier's power.
He could no longer be compared to the combat unit of a mere special forces squad.
The two were simply not on the same level. A few hundred zombies were indeed comparable to a beast tide, but even so, it was completely insufficient to stop Javier.
Because at this current stage, zombies were the weakest enemies Javier dealt with.
Ordinary zombies, no mutants, not even evolved Lickers; they were just the most ordinary of ordinary zombies.
Against such a zombie tide, even if Javier didn't have the power of the bio-virus, he could fight through them using only firearms. Therefore, this so-called trump card was practically non-existent in Javier's eyes; it could basically be ignored!
"Clang—!!!"
"Roar roar—!!!!!!!!"
At this very moment, following Glenn's order, his subordinate Maria in the control room decisively pressed the button to release the zombie cages. Immediately, the entire laboratory base emitted a dangerous red light and the sound of alarms.
Then, the sound of gates opening suddenly echoed through the silent, dim corridors, making one's hair stand on end.
And that wasn't all.
On the ceiling of the dim corridor, rows of pipes suddenly began to drip incredibly bloody and foul-smelling blood. This was an induction system Glenn had specially prepared.
Zombies have a very strong sense of smell.
They can basically smell blood within a 200-meter radius, almost identical to a dog's sense of smell.
Furthermore, these zombie test subjects had been starved by Glenn for a long time. The moment they were released and caught the scent of blood, they would inevitably rush madly toward the direction of the blood.
After all, zombies would die if they didn't eat. They weren't immortal like in the movies, able to defy the law of conservation of energy and remain active indefinitely. Their internal metabolism would urge them to find food.
If they were hungry enough, they would even actively prey on their own kind.
In the cold of winter or the heat of summer, they could even be frozen stiff and unable to move, or rot away under the scorching temperatures.
After all, when faced with such foul-smelling corpses, nature is also a master at decomposing matter. A corpse in nature is easily decomposed by various bacteria and insects.
Until it vanishes completely.
So the imagined endlessness of zombies would not occur.
Zombies in an apocalypse might exist for a few decades, but they definitely could not exist for a century, because there simply wasn't enough food to satisfy their terrifying metabolism.
"Roar—!!!!!!"
Sure enough, the moment they were released, these zombies immediately let out incredibly muffled and excited roars and bellows.
It was as if they had been suppressed for a long time.
Hurried footsteps echoed in the dim corridor.
Even Javier, who was far away, felt the ground vibrate. This might not have been on the same floor, but the commotion caused by over a hundred people running was still very clear.
And as luck would have it,
Glenn's blood guidance system
was dripping the foul-smelling blood near the corridor where Javier was located.
Even Javier smelled the stench coming from above, which would cause a continuous stream of zombies to head in his direction.
"Woof woof—!!!!!"
"Hiss hiss hiss...!!!"
And that wasn't all.
Besides the low growls of the zombies,
Javier also heard the continuous sound of barking. Without a doubt, these were the sounds of old acquaintances—the Zombie Dogs.
Now this was getting interesting.
Zombies plus Zombie Dogs was indeed a rather troublesome combination. Zombie Dogs were small and fast,
which would cause significant trouble for any infiltrating special forces squad.
After all, dogs are fast and small targets; they are hard to hit with a pistol, and even if hit, it's difficult to strike a vital spot.
If it were any other special forces squad, there was indeed a high possibility they would be wiped out. After all, they could block zombies, but they couldn't block the onslaught of Zombie Dogs.
"In that case, I can't use firearms..."
"At a time like this, cold weapons are more suitable for the situation at hand."
Upon learning of the Zombie Dogs' appearance, Javier didn't show much panic; he just felt a bit surprised.
Javier quickly put away the Desert Eagle
and slowly drew a sharp blade from his space. In such moments, using a cold weapon was often the best choice and could have miraculous effects.
Of course, this theoretical choice was based on Javier's own superior strength. After all, he had the enhancement of the virus.
His strength and endurance were up to standard. In a situation where one slash could sever bone, a pistol was naturally not more useful than a blade.
"Clang—!"
Drawing the blade,
Javier lightly wiped it with his white sleeve. The blade was a Horizontal Saber similar to a Tang Dao. This type of sword was almost the most suitable among all bladed weapons for hacking and slashing.
Japanese katanas and curved broadswords were not as suitable for the battlefield. Although katanas were sharp, they lacked sufficient hardness.
Prolonged slashing could easily cause them to bend or chip due to the blade being too thin. While broadswords had plenty of hardness and durability,
they were also too heavy.
They consumed too much energy and weren't suitable for long periods of slashing. Therefore, the only thing that met both conditions was the compromise of the Tang Dao.
The blade was straight, long, and relatively thick. It wasn't too heavy nor too light, satisfying the conditions for both prolonged slashing and sharpness.
"A cold weapon..."
"He doesn't intend to use a sword to deal with nearly four hundred zombie monsters, does he? It seems your old flame isn't very smart!"
At this time, in the wedding room, Glenn looked at the images on the wall projector as Javier slowly drew a snow-white blade.