Fatal Shot

Less than 10 meters away from Feng Luo, on the rooftop of the inpatient hospital, a scientific researcher who wore a full protective suit faced the terminal field in front of him. He was sweating profusely while knocking on something anxiously.

Beep!

“What happened?”

At that moment, a suspended virtual screen popped up from the computer terminal in front of him. The cold face of Wesker with sunglasses appeared on it.

“There was an accident in the hospital. An infected patient was severely mutated. We injected him with a tenfold dose of sedative, but it worsened, and it started to mutate even faster! He attacked dozens of people, including the guards…”

Beads of sweat started forming on the forehead of the Umbrella Corporation’s staff member who was wearing a hazmat suit, as he spoke incoherently.

“Has he been injected with a tracker before?” Wesker’s voice was cold and did not fluctuate.

“By the time we discovered that the virus in his body had begun to mutate, we had already injected a microtracker to ensure that his data could be collected!” The researcher nodded. Then his face went a shade paler, and his voice trembled. “However, Mr. Wesker, the hospital is now very chaotic. I hope that you can send a security team to control the scene, and, at the same time, to rescue us. The mutant virus is out of control!”

From the hospital building below him, screams were breaking out from time to time, making the sweat on his forehead drip straight to the floor. However, his attention was focused on the screen, so he did not notice.

At that moment, a dark shadow of a tall figure emerged behind him and suddenly jumped directly onto the rooftop of the building from the floor below.

“Behind—”

Before Wesker could finish his sentence, the researcher had already been thrown to the ground by the tall shadow from behind.

“Ahh!”

The scientific researcher of the Umbrella Corporation screamed painfully for the last time in his life. Then his brain was squashed by the dark shadow that rushed up to him as bloody, red-white liquid splattered all over the top of the building!

“Roar!”

Facing Wesker on the screen in front, the tall, dark shadow let out a roar and revealed its true face.

A body with a height of more than 2.5 meters was crawling across the floor of the building. The exposed muscles on his upper body were more pronounced than those of bodybuilding champions. Although he was not as pale as the other infected patients, his skin was a slightly bloody gray. Judging from his uniform, which had been torn down to the underpants, he must have been a member of the guards before this.

The most noticeable part was the thick right hand of his, which was larger than his body size, and under the huge mass of arm muscles were long, sharp claws. These huge claws, with just one swing, had obliterated the hardest part of the human body—the skull of the scientific researcher.

And at that moment, the monster even swung his claws mercilessly toward the image of Wesker “in front” of him! But of course, he was just slashing at the air. His huge claws scratched on the floor of the rooftop, leaving five claw marks each of an inch deep.

“It’s really is an extremely unexpected accident,” said Wesker. “Even with the various attempts in the laboratory that took up a large amount of time, never have they ever produce such an aggressive mutant! There was a total of dozens of secondary infections from last night, but only one appeared. Within only a few hours, could its power really be so strong? To this extent? It seems that this test is worth carrying out, excluding what has been done by the adventurers!”

Wesker quietly watched over the mutated Guard Soldier through the screen. Under the sunglasses, his pair of cold eyes flashed with interest, which was rather rare. Then he continued, “Track its location and record its data!”

At that moment, the mutant guard, who was frustrated that he was unable to attack the enemy, had already punched the computer terminal on the roof into shards of debris. However, it did not realize that, on the skin of its back, there was a place where an object the size of a cigarette was flashing red.

In the room where Wesker was staying, a virtual girl in white clothes appeared and spoke in a childlike voice. “Experimental subject number T-000 has officially entered the tracking state. Moreover, Mr. Wesker, in the hospital, there are currently nine people losing their vital signs. Have any rescue teams been sent?”

“Unnecessary!” Wesker said in a flat voice. “Our original intention was to temporarily control the time of the outbreak in the infected body so that the virus would only emerge at night. Then we could study and collect the data of the virus spreading at nighttime only. But now, this problem has surfaced, and it is impossible to get the situation under control unless we kill this new T-000 model mutant. But how can such a powerful mutant be killed directly? So… let’s bring forward the testing!”

Wesker’s face tightened under his sunglasses.

“Right away!” The eyes of the virtual girl in white began scanning through the data at high speed. “Third team of Umbrella Corporation, the 13th medium-sized combat test for the biochemical weapons begins!”

Kaaa!

At the edge of Roguetown, a mountain cliff slowly vibrated and hollowed into a dark oblique hole after a few dozen seconds. Then a pale arm surrounded with dark green blood vessels stretched out of the hole. Its five fingers, each with long nails, distorted in an unnatural way. After that, the skull of a man’s bald head followed behind.

In his mind, he imagined that it had a face of dead flesh. The color of its protruding eyeballs were dull like the dead, and the pupils in the middle were not visible. The color of its lips was also as pale as a corpse, as reddish-black liquid constantly dripped down from its yellow-black teeth into the grass on the ground.

When his whole body had come out of the hole, he faced the glaring afternoon sun in the west. It squinted eyes that were missing their pupils, then hoarsely screamed at the sun.

“Roar!”

Behind him, the “person” who followed him out also looked up and roared like him. Then, all of them turned their attention toward Roguetown, as if they smelled something tempting in that direction.

This situation was repeating itself all around the town, on dozens of critical traffic routes.

Biohazard, commence!