"Everyone, biochemical terrorism is currently on the rise. This brand new threat is emerging across the world, causing massive casualties every time and forcing us to use the most extreme methods to purify these viruses. Therefore, we must unite to jointly combat biochemical terrorism and eradicate bioweapons from the face of the earth!" General Morgan said, filled with righteous indignation.
Eddie was starting to doze off. He controlled his hearing, preventing his ears from becoming too sensitive, lest his eardrums burst. Leaning against Excella, he slept soundly, completely disregarding General Morgan who was giving a passionate speech above.
Many people revealed envious looks. The noble and aloof Queen of Commerce, Excella, was currently acting like a gentle, delicate wife. A woman like this should belong to everyone; how could he monopolize her? Everyone has the right to pursue her! That bastard Eddie is actually hogging her, it's truly detestable!
If looks could kill, Eddie wouldn't know how many times he would have been ambushed. Jealousy is the original sin; red-eye disease needs treatment.
Excella didn't mind at all. Everything she had was given by Eddie; this man was her little husband.
Even knowing that she had been manipulated by Eddie back at the Travis Family, Excella wasn't angry. Instead, she felt a bit proud. Didn't the fact that Eddie went to such great lengths to trick her prove her charm and worth? No wonder Eddie was always so excited—it turned out he had been thinking about her for a long time!
Thinking of this, Excella couldn't help but smile knowingly. It truly was an unforgettable moment.
After seeing Eddie, General Morgan on the stage flashed a hint of displeasure. This brat was being far too disrespectful to him.
"Dr. Eddie, as a former employee of Umbrella, do you have any good suggestions on how to deal with bioweapons now?" General Morgan suddenly challenged.
Eddie mumbled, continuing to sleep, completely unfazed. He was mainly exhausted from last night.
The result was that Excella, Jessica, and the other two goddesses were radiant, like roses nourished after the rain.
Excella took the microphone and said in a clear, cold, yet charming voice, "Just shoot them in the head. If you can't shoot straight, practice your marksmanship. It's that simple."
General Morgan was left completely speechless. Indeed, the weakness of these creatures was the head; if you missed, it only proved you were incompetent. Incompetence is the original sin—should they use love to influence them instead of shooting?
General Morgan was furious but could only grit his teeth and continue the meeting.
At the port of Terragrigia, three massive drones were assembled on three cruise ships. They were loaded with numerous bottles, which were filled with Gaseous T-Abyss Virus.
A key element of a biochemical terrorist attack is rapid transmission. The original T-Virus is difficult to survive in the air, and even if absorbed by the human body, it won't cause immediate mutation, provided one leaves the infected area immediately. The immune system can kill the trace amounts of T-Virus without even needing a vaccine.
A bald man stood in the command room of the cruise ship, behind a large, distinctive Greyhound Organization flag.
"Boss, we're ready," a member shouted.
"Mhm, connect to all television channels worldwide." Norman felt a little excited; this was a good time to showcase the Greyhound Organization.
In an instant, the large screen in the conference room of Terragrigia's Parliament Building was connected. Simultaneously, television channels across the world were temporarily hijacked.
A man wearing a gas mask appeared. "Gentlemen and ladies. We are the Greyhound Organization, and we oppose all actions that destroy nature. When we repeatedly tried to dissuade you, you suppressed us with force."
"Today, we return with the demons of the abyss for revenge. Everyone who destroys the environment must die. This is our weapon!" The masked man pulled out a test tube filled with scarlet liquid.
The masked man walked up to a large fish tank and used the test tube to spread the strange scarlet liquid into the tank.
There were only three goldfish in the tank. After being covered by the scarlet liquid, they immediately became incredibly violent. After a bout of frantic convulsions, the goldfish grew in size and began tearing at the unmutated goldfish. Finally, they transformed into a very strange monster fish, similar to a piranha but possessing lower limbs!
This video stunned everyone. This was blatant intimidation! They were attempting to use bioweapons to threaten various regions. Development inevitably causes environmental damage, even if only minor.
At that moment, the masked man removed his gas mask, revealing a greasy, middle-aged man wearing glasses—it was the leader, Norman!
"Grayhound will make nature return to its original state! The t-abyss we possess can contaminate one-third of the Mediterranean. Heh heh, when that happens, you will taste the wrath of nature. You will pay a heavy price for the changes in the marine ecosystem!" After Norman finished speaking, the video cut out.
The impact of this video was absolutely shocking. This was no longer just a threat; this was an attempt to destroy the entire world!
After seeing the video, General Morgan appeared indifferent on the surface, but inwardly, he was blossoming with joy—what a great teammate!
Chapter 480: Terragrigia Panic
"Everyone, you have seen it. This is the threat of global biochemical terrorism. They are attempting to destroy the world. Although we do not know exactly what they possess, we must ensure that these viruses absolutely do not spread, or the danger will be extreme," General Morgan roared.
Only then did Eddie yawn. It seemed the show was about to start.
Excella maintained a constant smiling expression, glancing at her husband with her beautiful eyes. Her little husband definitely knew something.
Destroy the world? That had nothing to do with Excella. She was just a woman, Eddie's Virtuous Goddess alone, not a savior or hero.
At this moment, a drone flew past the window, leaving five trails of scarlet gas in its wake. The gas began to descend rapidly.
Simultaneously, at the port area, several Hunters were released and began indiscriminate slaughter.
Wickliffe received his moving wages today and was preparing to go back and buy a bouquet of roses for his neighbor, hoping for a pleasant romantic encounter.
Just then, chaos erupted at the dock. A container was suddenly sent flying—a standard cargo container weighing thirty-six tons was launched into the air.
Wickliffe watched the container tumbling in the sky, the shadow growing larger and larger. He finally remembered to run, but as the container fell, he was instantly smashed into a meat patty.
General Morgan only provided the Greyhound Organization with Hunters and the T-Abyss Virus. However, these high-powered Tyrants were provided by Sergei.
Sergei needed the world to fall into chaos to divert the Federation's attention and buy time for his experiments.
The City Guards arrived first and pulled out handguns to fight the Hunters.
Handgun bullets only left faint white marks on the Hunters' scales, which was meaningless except for making the Hunters even more enraged.
*Pfft!* A guard's head flew high into the air, his eyes still wide with disbelief.
Hunters began appearing in squads, deployed from the cruise ships to carry out the terrorist attack.
The t-abyss deployed by the drones earlier began to take effect. Some affected residents started coughing violently and developed mild fever symptoms.
Many weak people, the night owls who stayed up all night, quickly began to mutate. Their muscles melted into a sticky liquid, and after their cell walls absorbed water, they transformed into the unique Leakers!
Leakers began appearing throughout the city—not many, but they were extremely troublesome. These Leakers could emerge from sewer pipes, unexpectedly killing their prey. The slain prey would also mutate, gradually spreading the infection.
"Everyone, please evacuate first. Our Anti-Terrorism Committee will purify these invading monsters," General Morgan frowned.
At the same time, Mayor Warren, who was deep in thought, felt his teeth itch with hatred upon seeing bioweapons appear again. Along with his anger, a hint of despair flashed through him. He had finally secured this position today by betraying his wife and daughter, but before he could even settle in, this happened again. What was he going to do now?
Just then, Katherine's call came in. "Warren, quickly dispatch all armed forces to fully block the bioweapon attack. At the same time, organize personnel for evacuation. I will have TerraSave arrange a camp to inspect and quarantine the retreating citizens."
This call was practically a lifesaver. Warren's tone was full of gratitude. "Thank you, Katherine. I'm sorry."
Katherine, who was teaching her daughters on Goddess Island, snorted. "Don't thank me. I'm just fulfilling the last bit of responsibility I need to. I don't care about your life anymore."
Receiving the instructions, Warren ignored the need for false pleasantries and immediately began organizing personnel for evacuation. This time, he couldn't run away first; he needed to ensure the citizens retreated. Only then could he retain his status and perhaps even become a Governor.
These regional representatives quickly began to retreat, and the distant Joint Fleet also started moving toward the area, preparing to eliminate the bioweapons.
The nearby Federal Bioweapon Counter-Terrorism Forces also began mobilizing to support Terragrigia.
In the building, the meeting was interrupted, and everyone retreated in an orderly fashion. Eddie, however, did not leave. He stood by the window, watching the chaos below the building.
Monsters ran rampant in the streets, and many citizens were killed. The main force was the Hunters, who were mercilessly hunting everything they saw. Furthermore, there were modified Venomous Sweepers carrying deadly venom—Sweepers with poisonous claws—that could kill instantly just by breaking the skin, making them more terrifying than arsenic.
At one moment, the city's counter-terrorism forces established a simple defense line. These well-armed troops used heavy firepower to suppress the Hunter charge, buying the retreating citizens a moment to breathe.
The next second, an armed personnel sweeping with a machine gun was suddenly torn in half. His nearby comrade, still wondering what happened, also had his head fly off.