In the shocked gazes of Carlos and Jill, the 'Valkyrie,' engulfed in flames like a daemon from Hell, grotesque and terrifying, stood up once again!
The bulletproof vest specially crafted by Umbrella, having endured a direct hit from a rocket propelled grenade, had fulfilled its purpose and was peeling off in burning chunks amidst the raging fire.
Stripped of her bulletproof vest, the 'Valkyrie' revealed her true, grotesque form, barely recognizable as human; her body, completely corroded and enhanced by the virus, accentuated an extremely violent posture!
But, what was even more terrifying was this:
The Valkyrie's appearance was undergoing a drastic change.
Dense black threads, like blood vessels and veins, entwined around her body, but these things seemed alive, spreading across her entire body at a visible speed, and one could even clearly see them wriggling!
"Roar—!!!"
The Valkyrie seemed to go berserk, losing her sanity, and, driven purely by instinct, wantonly destroyed the surrounding buildings.
Boom!
With just one punch, she broke a thick utility pole!
However, her destructive behavior did not stop; those black threads penetrated deep into her flesh and bone marrow, until they began to spread towards her brain, making the Valkyrie's movements even swifter and more brutal!
"This... how is this possible?!"
Carlos, seeing the Valkyrie for the first time, stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "That was a rocket propelled grenade! Even the side armor of a tank wouldn't be able to withstand it, would it?"
But... looking at the 'Valkyrie,' Jill's mood was unexpectedly calm, perhaps she had already guessed that this thing wouldn't be so easily killed.
"Stop staring, run!"
Jill dragged the still-dazed Carlos and sprinted into the alley. Although she didn't know why the Valkyrie had suddenly gone berserk, her intuition told her... this incident must be related to 'Emrys'!
Fortunately, because the rocket propelled grenade had damaged the 'Valkyrie's' Gatling gun, their escape difficulty was significantly reduced.
The Valkyrie stood frozen, watching as her targets, Carlos and Jill, escaped, yet she remained motionless.
No matter how Umbrella's operations department adjusted commands and orders, the Valkyrie remained still.
Clearly... all their plans had failed!
Whether it was retrieving the G-virus, eliminating William and Annie, or testing combat data, now the Valkyrie had, for some unknown reason, suddenly gone out of control!
"Damn it! Bastard! F***!"
Charles, witnessing this scene on the monitor, fell into a fit of impotent rage. He grabbed the collar of a nearby staff member, pulling him over directly: "What the hell is going on?! I need an explanation! Why did the Valkyrie suddenly lose control?!"
"I... I don't know!"
The staff member frantically defended himself: "The Valkyrie's data suddenly surged, all data increased across the board, and then... and then she inexplicably lost control!"
If one were to disregard the fact that she was out of control, the Valkyrie's data was undoubtedly quite satisfactory; all aspects of her data had more than doubled, and there was even a trend of continued growth, but unfortunately... she lost control!
"I think, it might be..." To save his life, the staff member racked his brains and came up with a possibility: "Perhaps during the battle with that person, the T-virus was accidentally activated, causing the parasite within the Valkyrie's body to be devoured and killed by the virus, which led to her losing control."
Charles' expression was volatile. He threw the staff member aside, then stared at the Valkyrie on the screen, gritting his teeth and saying: "Tell Simon... tell him it's his turn to appear!"
"Are we really going to do that?"
Clearly, the others understood that once this matter was reported to 'Simon,' it would mean that the Raccoon City incident would be completely beyond salvage!
"But, the Valkyrie is still in there." A few people hesitated, knowing that they hadn't completed a single one of their tasks this time!
"Do you think we still have a choice now?"
Charles clenched his fist, his tone cold and sinister: "We are powerless to recover the out-of-control Valkyrie, and... most importantly, we absolutely cannot let that person seize the company's research results, and Annie Birkin, she must die, this is Mr. Spencer's order!"
Seeing him invoke Spencer, everyone fell silent.
Looking at the monitor, Charles let out a sinister sneer: "It's alright, even if the first two missions failed, as long as we can erase the evidence of the virus leak, we will at least have completed the most important mission assigned by the higher-ups."
A secret message was sent to 'Simon'.
Soon, three fighter jets quietly took off from a distant military base under the cover of night, their target... Raccoon City!
...However, just as the US military's fighter jets took off, a cold voice suddenly interrupted their radio communication channel.
"In the name of the God-Emperor, you have ten minutes to consider: immediately move your fighter jets away from Raccoon City, or face the consequences!"
The voice, naturally, belonged to the Servitor Skull.
Although the Servitor Skull in the Warhammer Universe can only perform the most basic tasks, in the world of Resident Evil, the Servitor Skull is undoubtedly a dimension-shattering attack!
It easily hacked into the national system, constantly monitoring Umbrella and the military's movements for Emrys.
The moment it detected the fighter jets taking off, it issued a warning.
But unfortunately... the Servitor Skull's warning was completely ignored. The pilot of the fighter jet couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh: "Hey, brother, did you hear that? Do you know what kind of dog-shit Emperor that is?"
In the other two wingman jets, there was also widespread mockery.
"What kind of Emperor? Never heard of it!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
"Hahahaha, threatening us?"
Unlike the joyous laughter of the pilots, the Servitor Skull's chilling gaze seemed to completely freeze the air.
"Go."
Emrys' lips curled with coldness. After leaving the research institute, he directly summoned the 'Valkyrie Gunship' on the empty ground!
The sudden appearance of the massive spaceship directly shocked Ada and Annie.
They racked their brains but couldn't understand why such a large fighter jet had suddenly appeared.
The next second, after obtaining consent.
The Servitor Skull connected to the controller, taking over piloting for Emrys, and the dashboard lights illuminated one by one.
This behemoth, shaped like a steel Aquila and resembling an 'old antique' from world War I, suddenly erupted with astonishing vibrations.
The air currents battered the surroundings like a tsunami, and the immense noise generated by the two afterburning vector-thrust turbofan jet engines was enough to alert zombies within several kilometers.
Scorching energy exhaust streamed from the engine nozzles, and the incredible high temperature instantly plowed two furrows in the ground behind it!
The next moment.
A deafening roar ripped through the noisy night sky!
The Valkyrie Gunship accelerated like a streak of light, causing a violent sonic boom. Under the dumbfounded gazes of the police at the station, it vanished from sight.
In the line of sight of the three fighter jets flying towards Raccoon City, a fierce, falcon-like fighter jet suddenly appeared, diving towards them.
The voice that had 'warned' them earlier echoed in their channel once again.
"This is the Valkyrie Gunship."
"It is with regret, all Umbrella personnel, and the fighter jets currently en route to Raccoon City, that I must announce a sorrowful truth to you."
"In the name of the God-Emperor, you can no longer return. Heavy bolter shells will illuminate your cockpit and that of your useless wingmen, and Hellfire will completely melt your base."
"Where did this guy even come from?!"
"Damn it, the radar isn't picking up anything!"
The pilots of the three fighter jets all showed expressions of shock.
Even with the most advanced radar systems installed on their planes, they still couldn't detect the enemy aircraft.
Neither the military base's radar, nor the satellites in the sky, nor even the three fighter jets that took off, detected anything. The only way to spot it was with the naked eye!
It was right in front of them, yet the fire Control Radar was completely unresponsive.
"Command Center, unknown flying unit detected, our radar cannot lock onto the target!"
"Shit! Damn it, that guy is charging at us!"
Under the cover of the dark night, the Vindicator Valkyrie was like a true aerospace ghost. Its ultra-high maneuverability allowed it to vanish into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
"target lost! target lost! Repeat, target lost!"
Modern fighter jet guidance systems rely on fire Control Radar, satellites, and multiple collaborative aids.
But what if the radar can't find a 'target'?
The missiles naturally become 'blind', completely unable to lock onto the enemy aircraft. Moreover, at such ultra-high maneuverability speeds, manual aiming is even harder than ascending to the heavens!
The powerful turbine propulsion system endowed the Valkyrie with speed beyond limits, an ultra-high speed approaching Mach 10. It almost instantly streaked past the three fighter jets from above.
The deafening sonic boom was like a dragon's roar from high altitude!
Then, under the terrified gazes of the three fighter pilots, the Vindicator Valkyrie executed an astonishing 180-degree turn at high altitude with an almost impossible maneuver!
"Oh my God…"
No one knew better than them how much G-force a pilot would have to withstand to perform such a flying maneuver.
This alone surpassed the physiological limits of humans!
Unfortunately, they did not know that the pilot of that 'Valkyrie' was, strictly speaking, not human at all.
Would a Servitor Skull care about 'G-force'?
Obviously, it would not care.
Dogfighting?
Piloting skills?
They don't exist!
With tens of thousands of years of technological advancement, the two were not on the same level at all; it was a complete crush!
In the face of 40K era technology, today's U.S., and indeed the entire world, are at best like primitive people who have just learned to make fire. But from a paper data analysis, their win rate... is infinitely close to zero!
The moment they saw the Valkyrie, their fate was already sealed.
The heavy bomb mounted on top of the Valkyrie gunship directly locked onto the three fighter jets. The radar still showed no alarm, as if it were a phantom fighter jet hovering at high altitude!
Blinding fire illuminated the night sky amidst the roar!
On the military base's radar display, the signals representing the three fighter jets that had sortied suddenly dimmed.
"A1, A2, A3, what happened?!"
The Commander's cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
The three fighter jets had just left the hangar a few minutes ago, why did they suddenly disappear? What did they see?
In the chaotic communication just now, the only thing they knew was that the three planes had suddenly encountered an 'enemy aircraft', suspected to be a stealth fighter, and then there was nothing more.
From encountering the 'enemy aircraft' to the three planes losing contact, the entire process only took about ten seconds.
The Commander's cold sweat streamed down his face. Looking at the radar that still showed normal readings, he suddenly felt as if he had seen a ghost: "Who can tell me what they saw?!"
But unfortunately, in the vast military Command Post, all the officers were horrified and silent.
Just then, the military base's command system was forcibly hacked.
A cold, emotionless, mechanical voice clearly echoed into the ears of everyone in the military base:
"It is with great regret that I must inform you."
"Due to your heretical actions, the entire military base has been locked by Hellfire missiles. You have one minute to repent to the great Human Lord Emperor and the noble Rogue Trader, Lord Emrys. May the Hellfire cleanse your sins, praise the Omnissiah!"
"Wait, wait!"
The Commander's pupils constricted, and he shouted in terror: "We can talk! What are your conditions?" At this moment, they finally knew fear.
Not because they realized their mistake, but because the military base's radar indicated that they had been locked by an unknown flying object!
Yes, to make the foolish heretics realize their mistake, the Servitor Skull specifically opened the fire Control Lock protocol.
This was to make the backward 3K era radar, and the heretics who spoke disrespectfully of the great Human Lord and Lord Rogue Trader, understand what fear was!
"You can't do this——!"
"We are the U.S. military forces, you are provoking a world War!"
"Hello? Do you hear me?!"
The Commander's face was pale, enveloped by deep fear.
Even at this moment of being locked, they still didn't know who the opponent was.
"We never negotiate with heretics."
A moment later, a cold and resolute voice delivered the final judgment.
The Commander slumped into his chair, staring blankly outside, muttering: "Umbrella. What kind of existence have you provoked?"
Two Hellfire missiles, trailing clear, dazzling trajectories, arced across the night sky and plunged downwards.
Boom—!!!
The secret military base adjacent to the Raccoon City mountains was completely wiped off the map.
Towering flames almost ignited the entire mountain range. The scorching high temperature swept the fire, like a colossal wave illuminating half the night sky!
Such a huge commotion naturally startled Umbrella.
Charles, the head of the Operations Department, stared dumbfounded at the military base. An uncontrollable chill suddenly shot from his heels to the crown of his head.
What's going on?!
Shouldn't Raccoon City be bombed? How did it become the military base?
Ring ring ring!
The piercing ringtone suddenly woke Charles.
He glanced at the incoming call, his pupils suddenly constricted sharply, his face instantly turned pale, and large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.
He hastily answered, and an old voice filled with a hint of anger came from within: "Charles, you'd better give me a satisfactory explanation!"
"Mr. Spencer had a slight accident." Charles' cold sweat streamed down his face, his voice trembling slightly: "I, I can fix it, please trust me!"
The person who called was Oswell E. Spencer, one of the founders of Umbrella.
Originally, Umbrella had three founders, but after a power struggle, Spencer squeezed the other two out of the core of power and personally took sole control, holding a high and powerful position!
The disaster in Raccoon City, and indeed the entire Resident Evil series that followed, can be said to be inseparable from this 'troublemaker'.
"No need, Charles." Although Spencer was old, he still possessed great authority, and a single sentence sentenced him to death: "I already know everything that happened in Raccoon City."
Charles paused for half a second, then suddenly looked up and saw a team of people burst into the Operations Department.
Spencer's sinister and cold voice came from the phone: "The next operation in Raccoon City will be taken over by Albert Wesker. As for you... you've been fired, Charles."
The leader of the team took off his sunglasses, revealing a wicked smile: "That's how it is, Mr. Charles."
Before Charles could resist, he drew the pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A bullet was sent into Charles' forehead.
Boots stepped on the blood, and the man put on his sunglasses again, bent down and picked up the satellite phone: "Mr. Spencer, I'm Wesker, I've taken over the Operations Department."
"Very good, cough cough."
Spencer coughed heavily a few times, and instructed somewhat weakly: "You must reach a cooperation agreement with 'Emrys', understood?"
"Understood, Mr. Spencer."
After saying this, Wesker hung up the phone.
However, as he looked at Emrys, Ada, and Yanni in the monitoring equipment, a meaningful arc curved on his lips.
"Of course we will cooperate, but it won't be with you, Mr. Spencer."
Raccoon City Police Department.
Currently, the only place in the entire Raccoon City that could be called 'safe'.
Not to mention the shredded zombies at the entrance, even the 'Tyrants' sent were decapitated by Uther, then impaled one by one on the spikes of the iron gate.
From a distance, it had an indescribable horror to it.
"This… is your bodyguard?"
Although she had been shocked many times before, when Ada saw the row of 'heads' on the police station's iron gate, she still couldn't help but show a shocked expression.
Uther was like a 'God of War', single-handedly blocking the zombies and Tyrants attempting to break into the police station.
"You could say that." Emrys strode over.
"Sir as per your instructions, I have cleared all the zombies around the Police Department." Uther stood indifferently. When Emrys approached, he slightly lowered his head in respect, then his cold gaze fell on Ada and Yanni, carrying a hint of scrutiny.
Ada and Yanni suddenly felt a pressure emanating from Uther, who was over two meters tall and resembled a God of War.
"No need to be so tense, Uther." Emrys chuckled, then said, "Let me introduce you, these two will officially work for me from now on. They are your colleagues."
Only then did Uther retract his scrutinizing gaze, slightly turning sideways to make way, and lowered his voice, "Sir Marvin has taken in a group of survivors without authorization and settled them in the Police Department. Do you need me to drive those people out?"
"No need." Emrys shook his head. His original intention in having Uther clear the nearby zombies and the Police Department's interior was to provide a shelter.
After all, to develop long-term in the Biohazard world, reputation is indispensable from every perspective.
Moreover, with the credit for saving 'Raccoon City', it would be easier to gather the protagonists.
He was different from Umbrella; the latter purely disregarded the collapse of the world order, intent on using the virus to control all of humanity, which was tantamount to killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.
Since he had arrived, he naturally intended to re-establish order for the Biohazard world.
The group entered the Police Department. Marvin was busy settling the newly arrived survivors. Perhaps awed by Uther, there were not many people who were oblivious enough to jump out and clamor for freedom. They willingly allowed themselves to be separated and settled in the Rooms, to prevent the tragedy of a sudden virus infection and being wiped out again.
"Thank you very much for your help, sir."
Marvin was full of gratitude towards Emrys; if it weren't for him, probably not so many people would have survived.
"No need to thank me, it's just within my capabilities."
Emrys didn't mind lending a hand in a disaster within his capabilities.
As he was speaking, he suddenly saw two familiar figures among those helping.
"Leon S. Kennedy?" Looking at the young man enthusiastically helping the citizens, Emrys couldn't help but chuckle.
"You… know me?" Twenty-one-year-old Leon was still very young and looked energetic. After learning from Marvin about the person who helped the Police Department, he immediately showed him a grateful expression: "Thank you so much, Mr. Emrys, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid the Police Department would have fallen very quickly."
He thought of the monsters called 'Tyrants' that had broken into the Police Department not long ago, and how Uther had taken them down one by one.
Emrys looked down at the time, 4:00 AM on the twenty-ninth, and was a little curious: "How did you get here so early?"
According to the game plot, Leon should have arrived in Raccoon City tonight, but he was more than ten hours early.
"Uh, I heard the broadcast, and I was a little worried, so…" Leon scratched the back of his head, his gaze suddenly falling on Ada, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Kid, has no one told you that staring at a lady like that is very impolite?"
Ada glanced at Leon, seemingly not angry, a playful arc curving on her lips.
"Uh, no. Sorry." Leon then realized his mistake, quickly averted his gaze, coughed dryly, and laughed to cover up: "I didn't expect to see such a beautiful lady here. My name is Leon S. Kennedy, and you?"
"Ada Wong."
Ada felt a strange fondness for this somewhat naive young man and chuckled softly.
The reactions of the two fell into Emrys' eyes. He couldn't help but stroke his chin, pondering in his heart: Could this be fate?
The plot had been altered so significantly that, under normal circumstances, when Leon came to Raccoon City, he probably wouldn't have met Ada.
Who would have thought that Leon would arrive at the Raccoon City Police Department early, and under such circumstances, 'accidentally' meet his destined Ada? It truly was very interesting! Ding-a-ling~
Suddenly, Ada's satellite phone rang.
She glanced at it, then turned her gaze to Emrys, asking with a hint of seeking permission: "boss, do you mind if I take a call? It's from a former employer."
"No problem, go ahead."
Emrys naturally knew who Ada's 'former employer' was.
"This is Ada, please speak."
Ada hung up the call, a complicated expression on her face: "What? Okay, I need to ask for instructions."
Then, she looked at Emrys, her tone unconsciously carrying a hint of respect: "boss, Wesker wants to see you. He said he is willing to apologize and compensate for Umbrella's actions."
Umbrella? Apology? Compensation?
Could these three words actually be linked together?
Yanni, who worked for Umbrella, knew all too well what kind of company it was.
Unless they suffered a huge loss, how could they concede so quickly?
"Who exactly are you?"
Yanni swallowed, looking at Emrys in horror.
He was sitting on a chair in the Police Department lobby, stroking the 'black Dog' that looked as if it had been skinned and was extremely ugly.
From beginning to end, he showed no sign of worry, as if he had anticipated this scene all along.
"As you can see, just an ordinary wandering merchant." Emrys chuckled, found a chair and sat down, his gaze directed out the door: "It seems your former employer is quite quick. The call just ended, and he's already at the door."
Ada was slightly startled, then looked towards the door.
A man in a black trench coat and sunglasses pushed the door open, looked at Emrys sitting in the chair, and a slight smile played on his lips: "Hello, Mr. Emrys, I am Albert Wesker, Ada's former employer, and I have just taken over the position of Head of Operations for the Umbrella Corporation."
Emrys was observing Wesker, the most popular and imposing villain in the Biohazard series.
It must be said that, purely in terms of demeanor, Wesker had a rather tough-guy style, with his iconic sunglasses and trench coat, looking as if he had traveled from The Matrix.
Similarly, Wesker was also observing Emrys.
Around twenty years old, with black hair and brown eyes, an East caucasian appearance and features, he sat upright in that chair, like a coiled lion, exuding an unattainable aura.
And at his feet, lay an ugly black Dog that looked as if it had been skinned, staring at him with cold, yellowish vertical pupils.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Wesker sensed extreme danger from that 'black Dog'.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Emrys."
Wesker immediately averted his gaze, a hint of excitement mixed with caution, and bowed his head: "Regarding Umbrella's actions, I sincerely apologize to you and am willing to offer compensation."
Emrys' eyebrow twitched slightly, but he remained unmoving, his tone flat and indifferent: "Unfortunately, I'm not interested in Umbrella's compensation."
"No, I guarantee you will be interested."
Wesker's lips curved upwards, as if ambition gleamed in his eyes: "Oswell E. Spencer. The founder of Umbrella, the source of the Raccoon City disaster. I believe you… will definitely be interested in him, Mr. Emrys."
Upon hearing this, Emrys suddenly became interested, his half-closed eyes slightly opened, his gaze flickering as he scrutinized Wesker: "You… are going to betray Spencer?"
"No, please don't say that, Mr. Emrys."
Wesker, true to his reputation as the most famous double-crosser in the Biohazard series, had a hint of awe mixed with ambition in his eyes: "Everyone has the right to choose a better future, and I simply saw your advantage a step earlier than those foolish people, didn't I?"
Emrys showed a playful smile, looking at Wesker: "Besides Spencer, what else can you give me?"
"The Umbrella Corporation." Wesker heard a hint of opportunity in the other party's words and said without hesitation: "I can offer you all the 'virus' research within the Umbrella Corporation, help you control the entire company, and… Spencer's head!"
Albert Wesker's ambition was great.
But he was also very intelligent, especially at assessing situations. In the plot series, Wesker betrayed Spencer and seized most of the research data after the Raccoon City crisis ended and Umbrella was liquidated.
Then, in a certain region of Africa, Wesker colluded with people from TriCell Pharmaceutical, using Umbrella's virus research to quietly begin new virus research.
But unfortunately, he ultimately made a misstep and died at the hands of Chris.
Currently, Umbrella Corporation still appears very strong on the surface, but Wesker knew very well that the news of the T-virus leak could not be concealed for long.
The government would soon find clues and then uncover the truth about the virus. By then, it wouldn't just be the government wanting Umbrella dead.
TriCell Pharmaceutical, international pharmaceutical groups, and those forces previously suppressed by Umbrella would pounce like rabid dogs, tearing at every piece of Umbrella's flesh!
Umbrella… was already a sinking ship.
Since that was the case, why shouldn't he sell this sinking ship while it still had some value, before it completely went down?
Spencer, Umbrella, and virus research were the gifts Wesker had carefully chosen and prepared for this 'The Warlords'!
In fact, in his original plan, he had secretly hired Ada to steal the G-virus data, so that when the Umbrella ship sank, he would have enough capital to seek out the next cooperative partner.
But unfortunately, Emrys' sudden appearance disrupted all his plans, forcing him to re-evaluate the situation and make his current judgment.
"Mr. Emrys, to show my sincerity."
Wesker's expression and tone were utterly humble, completely deferential and at Emrys' disposal.
"Ada, what do you think?"
Emrys was suddenly very curious how Ada would evaluate her former employer: "Do you think I should agree to him?"
"No! Don't agree to him!"
Yanni was already very hostile towards Spencer's faction, especially Wesker's fickle and villainous behavior, which made her nauseous. She glared at the humble Wesker: "This guy is a bastard. If he betrays Spencer today, he'll betray you tomorrow!"
However, Ada, after a moment of careful thought, gave a completely different answer: "boss, from a personal perspective, I don't think Wesker is a qualified subordinate, but… putting aside personal feelings, I must say, Albert Wesker is a very excellent person."
"Ada, you…"
Yanni's eyes widened, glaring at Ada.
She was about to speak when she saw the 'black Dog' slowly stand upright, its vertical pupils filled with killing intent, radiating a chilling, icy aura.
"The Master did not ask for your opinion, Dr. Yanni."
Uther's icy gaze, like a sharp blade, cut through Yanni's flesh, grinding against her bones, the chill seeping into her marrow: "This is the first warning. There will not be a next time. I hope you will remember that."
Clearly, her unauthorized interruption had already displeased the 'Tyrant alien' and Uther.
Yanni recoiled half a step in fright, subconsciously looking at Emrys. He was still sitting in his chair, the smile on his face not diminishing in the slightest, but… the air was very cold.
She closed her mouth and bowed her head deeply.
Seeing no one else interrupt, Emrys smiled and looked at Ada: "You may continue, Ada."
"Yes, boss."
Ada glanced at Yanni, sighing at her foolishness, then continued: "Wesker is the proud disciple of Umbrella's founder, Marcus, and has extremely high achievements in biology. He also served as the Captain of the special tactics squad, excelling in marksmanship and close combat. If taken under your wing, he would become a powerful assistant. The only thing to worry about… is when this guy will choose to betray you."
Her remarks were quite pertinent. She neither disparaged Wesker's abilities from personal feelings nor indirectly highlighted Wesker's true nature.
Ada had guessed the boss' intentions from the very beginning.
If he truly didn't intend to take Wesker in, why bother asking for her opinion?
Wesker also knew this very well, which was why he remained silent and didn't utter a word when Yanni was shouting.
Only Yanni, that foolish woman, couldn't see the situation clearly, jumped out, and ended up being warned.
"It sounds like you're very capable and very ambitious." After listening, Emrys turned his gaze to Wesker, a slight smile on his lips: "So… tell me, will you betray me, Mr. Albert Wesker?"
"At least, not now, Master."
Wesker made no secret of his ambition, as if he wasn't at all worried that he would be liquidated for it, stating bluntly: "I am a jackal, and also a dog, but only when the Master is weak… will I turn into a jackal. That is my answer, Master."
"A very interesting answer, Mr. Wesker."
Emrys smiled, seemingly very satisfied with his answer: "I understand what you mean. As long as the Master is strong enough, you will always be the Master's most loyal dog, and will not turn into a jackal… Is that right?"
"Yes, Master."
Wesker didn't mind comparing himself to an animal.
On the contrary, in his view, anyone could be an animal; it was merely a change in status. The Marcus of the past was like this, and the Spencer of today was also like this.
To tame a 'jackal', one must pay a price, mustn't one?
Spencer had long known that he would one day be bitten back, yet he still chose to use Wesker, wasn't it because of his ability?
So, how would Emrys choose?
Looking at the surrendering Wesker, he rubbed his index finger and thumb, chuckling softly: "Interesting. Well then… I'll wait and see if I can keep this 'jackal' leashed."
He didn't mind taking Wesker in.
Wesker was very smart and cunning, just like a jackal. He appeared very loyal in normal times, but just as he said, he would bite back the Master when the Master was at his weakest!
However, the premise of biting back was that the Master had weakened to the point where he could no longer leash this ambitious 'jackal'.
The fates of Marcus and Spencer precisely confirmed Wesker's words; they were too weak to leash the fierce, treacherous, and cunning 'jackal', which was why they were bitten back.
However, Emrys had no need to worry.
He would prepare an 'iron chain' for Wesker that could never be broken, cutting off the source directly, so that from a physiological to a psychological level, he would not even produce the thought of 'betrayal'!
Engineer technology, understand?
"In my country, there is such a word."
Emrys stroked the 'Tyrant alien', his gaze falling, and said indifferently: "The Warlords… its meaning is that to join a certain force, just talking is not enough; one must do something that can be recognized. Do you understand what I mean, Wesker?"
"What do you want me to do?"
Wesker immediately understood the meaning, lowering his head: "I am willing to prove my strength to you, and… the value I can bring you!"
"Very good, you are very clever."
Emrys looked out of the police station. It was dawn, and he said faintly: "In an hour, I hope to see a to live Spencer appear here, understand?"
Wesker lowered his head, his eyes flashing red, and grinned: "As you wish, Mr. Emrys!"
By the time Wesker emerged from the police station lobby, it was already dawn, after a night of chaos in Raccoon City.
A ray of morning light tore through the night, gradually rising from the east, casting a soft, slightly warm glow that illuminated the chaotic Raccoon City.
Countless zombies still roamed the streets, and terrifying roars could be heard intermittently in the distance.
Members of the USS (Umbrella Security Service) were waiting quietly outside the police station lobby, and then they saw Wesker and Uther.
Wesker himself was tall among ordinary people, at 1.9 meters with muscles from years of training, making him look extremely strong. Yet, standing next to Uther, who was 2.5 meters tall, he seemed almost like a child by comparison.
The reason Uther was asked to accompany him was purely a personal request from Wesker.
In his words, he needed Uther to act as a deterrent to the USS team outside when necessary.
After Uther stood still, he said nothing, coldly staring at the USS members.
Just as the USS members felt the atmosphere was too oppressive, Wesker stepped forward, his tone calm, as if discussing something very ordinary: "There is one thing I need to inform you all. From now on, the USS unit officially belongs to Mr. Emrys."
His words immediately stunned all the USS members.
Then, before anyone could ask, Wesker continued: "Oswell E. Spencer deliberately leaked the T-virus in Raccoon City, causing heavy losses to U.S. citizens. He must pay the price for this. Our mission now is to capture the daemon responsible for this biochemical virus leak!"
Although the T-virus leak was largely related to Spencer, in reality, the person truly responsible for the virus leak should have been William Birkin, who was infected by the G-virus.
But things had reached this point, and someone had to 'take the blame.'
So, Spencer became the best candidate!
It could also be seen as The Warlords that Wesker offered to Emrys in order to pledge his allegiance.
However, a commotion arose among the USS members.
What was going on?
Wasn't Spencer the CEO of Umbrella?
How did he suddenly become an unforgivable sinner in Wesker's mouth?
And, the culprit behind the T-virus leak and the Raccoon City incident?
Some USS members who were more loyal to Spencer naturally couldn't sit still upon hearing this.
"Mr. Wesker, we have not received this order." So, a brave soul immediately stepped forward, indignantly saying: "I refuse to obey your order and will truthfully report this to Mr. Spencer, you—"
Bang!
After a gunshot, the person who objected fell into a pool of blood.
Wesker calmly blew the smoke from the muzzle of his gun, his pupils, hidden by sunglasses, revealed a terrifying red glow, carrying an invisible sense of oppression, sweeping over the remaining team members one by one, his lips curving slightly upward: "Now, does anyone else object?"
Conciseness and swiftness had always been his creed.
If someone refused, then he would simply send him to meet God.
Facing Wesker's strong pressure, the USS members' already dwindling loyalty to Spencer, coupled with seeing Uther beside him, immediately dissolved into nothingness.
"Very good, then it seems everyone has no objections."
Wesker contentedly lowered his gun and then said indifferently: "Everyone here is risking their lives. I understand your thoughts. As long as you are smart, from now on, salaries, remuneration, and bonuses will all be doubled. For whom do you risk your life? If that's the case, why not risk it for someone who pays more?" These words directly hit the USS members, who initially had some resistance.
Yes, damn it, they were all risking their lives. They were essentially mercenaries; what loyalty did they have?
Was risking their lives for Spencer risking their lives, but risking their lives for 'Emrys' not risking their lives?
Since someone was paying more, and Wesker himself was leading the defection, why were they still hesitating?
As the saying goes, once a person understands, there are no more psychological burdens.
"You're right, Mr. Wesker!"
Suddenly, someone stepped forward to set an example, shouting loudly: "We're all risking our lives, why not find someone who pays more? Besides, that bastard Spencer actually spread such a terrifying virus in Raccoon City. Who knows what terrible things he'll do next?!"
Wesker cast an approving glance, thinking this kid had a future, and then once again played his trump card: "Look around you. Everywhere there are humans harmed by the biochemical virus. This is our country! Our land! Do you really want to watch this daemon, Spencer, continue to harm us?"
This not only satisfied the 'interests' of most USS members but also the 'righteousness' of a small number of members.
They had both face and substance.
What else was there to say? Just follow Wesker and get it done!
As for Spencer?
What Umbrella CEO? He was a daemon now!
Thus, in just a few words, Wesker demonstrated his ability.
He directly seized the high ground from both the perspectives of interest and righteousness!
Whether out of a desire for money or a standard of morality, Spencer's reputation was completely ruined, and he became a Reservoir Dogs that everyone wanted to beat.
Having completed the 'united front,' Wesker immediately led the USS team members, boarding the helicopter they arrived in, and headed to Umbrella's secret base next to Raccoon City.
Wesker understood human nature too well, and precisely because he understood, he was even clearer on one point: simply drawing a picture of a pie was meaningless.
What great righteousness, what morality, none of it was as real as green 'dollars'!
So, after boarding the helicopter, he immediately paid out of his own pocket a generous sum to the bank accounts of all USS members participating in the operation.
Money, in Wesker's view, was not important. Whatever he spent today, he would earn much more in the future!
But how to perfectly complete this mission and increase his value in 'Emrys'' eyes was what mattered most to him!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
On the helicopter, the USS members, in a daze, looked at the bank deposit notification on their phones and suddenly felt as if they had been given a shot in the arm!
"Gentlemen, I, Wesker, never lie, nor will I deceive you." Wesker took off his sunglasses, gripping the helicopter door, his reddened eyes gazing at everyone: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the government already knows about Umbrella and will soon be settling accounts. Those who don't want to die, seize this last chance!"
"Money, 500,000 U.S. dollars for each person, I've given it to you."
"Reputation, the chance to clear Umbrella's name and not be purged by the government, I've also given it to you!"
"I only have one request, and that is to capture Spencer alive, understood?!"
Wesker was well-versed in human nature. From the very beginning, he had blocked all avenues for everyone to 'betray' him.
He made it very clear: either follow him, clear their names of the Umbrella crimes, get money, and have a bright future. Or, wait to be purged by the government, spending the rest of their lives like stray dogs, wanted worldwide!
Emrys, in the police Hall, naturally hadn't forgotten that he still had an 'experiment subject'.
But when he looked at the incoming report with hope, he was still somewhat disappointed; the fusion of 'black water' and the Nemesis seemed to have encountered an unexpected situation.
The Nemesis was originally implanted with the Nemesis-α type parasite to better control the T-Virus product, but unexpectedly, after fusing with 'black water', a new consciousness seemed to be born, which then replaced the parasite's function and caused the Nemesis to 'evolve incorrectly'.
Due to the conflict between the previously implanted commands and the consciousness generated by the parasite being enhanced by black water, the Nemesis entered a complete berserk state.
Jill and Carlos had a terrible time; the two were chased by the 'berserk' Nemesis for a full four hours.
They were chased from midnight until dawn, almost losing their lives several times.
However, it wasn't until the Nemesis' genetic program within its body was destroyed by a special agent that it finally transformed into a complete 'monster'.
From the observed results, its appearance resembled a large, bloated mass that had lost human characteristics, transforming into something similar to a 'slug', retaining two huge, segmented arms, with a mouth full of sharp teeth like a lamprey, truly a sight for those with trypophobia.
"What a disgusting thing."
Emrys glanced at it and immediately averted his gaze.
This disgusting thing had no value whatsoever; it seemed 'black water' wasn't omnipotent, or at least not every fusion result was pleasing.
In any case, the product of this fusion was truly nauseating.
Fortunately, this trip wasn't in vain; the 'Tyrant alien' was an unexpected gain.
As for the later 'Prada' virus and 'mycelial' virus, those would have to wait until the next visit.
"Alright, I'll help them one more time."
Watching Jill and Carlos, who were being chased by the Nemesis with seemingly no escape, Emrys decided to personally resolve this trouble.
After all, to some extent, the current 'Nemesis' was also a problem he had created.
"Uther, take 'Baobao' and go deal with this trouble," Emrys turned and said to Uther. He naturally wouldn't handle such a small matter himself.
It wasn't because he was too lazy, but because he wanted to test something.
In the plot, the Nemesis was definitely a heavyweight 'character,' and while it was from the perspective of a monster, it was undeniable that it had a significant 'role.'
Therefore, the Nemesis must have 'Source Power.' He wanted to see if the 'Traveler' system would credit him if someone designated as his 'subordinate' eliminated a character with 'Source Power.' Even if it didn't work, it was fine.
He had Wesker capture Spencer alive as a prelude to this consideration.
Presumably, as a famous troublemaker throughout the Resident Evil series, Spencer, who had intricate connections with various viruses, would surely have enough 'Source Power' to anchor the world.
"Yes, sir."
Uther replied in a low voice, then asked, "Do I need to bring those two back?"
"No need," Emrys shook his head and chuckled, "If they are willing to come back with you, don't stop them. If not, don't force them."
Anyway, once Umbrella completely became his, characters like Jill, Carlos, Chris, and Claire would all eventually fall into his pocket.
Didn't 'Leon' just knock on his door?
With 'Ada' around, he didn't believe Leon's heart couldn't be tied down. Although the Tyrant alien was not very willing, under Emrys' command, it still chose to obey and left the police Hall with Uther.
"It's time for this farce to end."
Looking at Raccoon City, which was already at dawn, Emrys turned to Yanni and asked, "Can you produce vaccines for the T and G viruses?"
"It's difficult, boss," Yanni hesitated for a moment and said, "To restore people infected with the T-Virus, there must be strict time limits, and it requires a laboratory and the cooperation of researchers. It's very difficult for me to do it alone right now."
"It's alright, you can start your research first, and people will come to help you later."
Controlling the virus is not the key; the most crucial thing is to master the 'key' to controlling the virus.
This was also the reason Emrys wanted Yanni to research vaccines.
Otherwise, if he had to consider whether the situation allowed it before releasing the two viruses when needed, and also worry about countermeasures, it would be too bothersome.
"Okay, boss."
Yanni had just been worried that her actions might leave a bad impression, so she naturally wouldn't refuse.
After what just happened, she had clearly seen that if she wanted to stay, she must show her value, and viruses were precisely where her value lay!
The G-Virus, from its origin, and the T-Virus both came from the Progenitor Virus. As a researcher of the G-Virus, she also knew a lot about the T-Virus.
Although it would take a lot of time, Yanni firmly believed that as long as she was given a laboratory and the relevant personnel, she could definitely make the T-Virus and G-Virus truly flawless 'keys' that would enable humanity to 'evolve'!
After temporarily ending the conversation, Ada and Yanni left the room.
Marvin had specially prepared an office for him, which seemed to be the former police Director's room, but unfortunately, the original Director was probably killed by William, so there was no 'Source Power.'
Speaking of William, Emrys was pondering whether 'Tyrant alien' hadn't recognized him as its master at the time, which was why 'Traveler' didn't reward 'Source Power,' or if, fundamentally, he had to personally kill the target to obtain Source Power.
This question would have to wait until Uther killed the Nemesis to be answered.
Sitting in the office chair, Emrys looked down at the 'Traveler' and murmured, "It seems there's no need to waste time at all."
The subsequent series of Resident Evil viruses were clearly not something that could be found in a day or two.
Moreover, even if found, they would require extensive experimentation before being put into formal use. So, even though he was very interested in the 'mycelial' virus from the seventh and eighth generations that could grant people superpowers, he could only sigh in longing for now and wait for his next visit.
Playing with the two virus samples in his hand, Emrys smiled, "Not bad, it wasn't a wasted trip after all."
With the T-Virus and G-Virus, plus 'black water,' he essentially controlled an alternative 'Exterminatus.' Later, when venturing beyond the Imperium of Man's territory and dealing with Aliens and heretics, if they were foolish enough, he could give them a million surprises.
How to put it? It was probably a Nurgle-esque frenzy.
[Killed T-103 Type Tyrant 'Nemesis' Mutant]
[Obtained Source Power: 1000 units]
[To fix the current world anchor, 2000 units of Source Power are required]
The sudden prompt from the Traveler System made Emrys' eyes light up.
Indeed, after confirming the subordinate relationship, the other party's actions were also counted as his own!