14. Missing Persons

The tyrants who run rampant on the grass in Central Park are not complete.

In fact, in the production process of Umbrella Corporation's biological weapons, it just barely completed the transformation period and entered the second stage.

Various hormonal modulations of the mature body have not been carried out to make it stronger, faster, and more self-healing.

Nor has it been subjected to the final stage of tethering.

According to Umbrella's definition of mass-produced tyrants, this is a perfect weapon that can fight in the dual forms of "normal" and "release".

Because its future role is to maintain the order of Hydra's new world in addition to the battlefield, so its appearance must undergo necessary processing.

Simply put, ordinary people who will be protected by the Hydra order in the future cannot be frightened...

Therefore, all full-bodied tyrants will regain their human form, just like Wesker.

Wearing a solemn and majestic bondage coat under normal conditions, he conducts less intense security and maintenance operations with strength and speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

And when encountering dangerous opponents, it will break away from the bondage form and enter the real form of the tyrant to fight.

However, in the explosive state, the terrifying explosive power released will also cause the tyrant to suffer limb injuries during the battle. If this biological weapon is released for a long time, it needs regular maintenance like a conventional thermal weapon.

Therefore, setting the dual form is definitely not just a design for aesthetics, but also a consideration of prolonging the service life of biological weapons.

Therefore, the current out-of-control tyrant is actually not very threatening.

But if it had only fought with brute force, it would have been dealt with by the cloak and two veterans...

The reason why this guy is difficult to deal with is that in addition to the virus power that has not yet grown to its limit, there is another power in its body that can walk through the shadows.

That is the power of the "beast" that Shin, who is an experimental subject, possesses.

The power of this evil spirit makes the imperfect tyrant possess more destructive power than the perfect tyrant at this moment.

At this time, the tyrant who had finally completed a kill was roaring.

The feeling of warm blood splashing on his face made his bloodthirsty heart throb even more. It roared and rushed towards the team members who kept shooting behind them, just like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

The alienated claws waved back and forth, and the sharp claw blades were almost dead on touch.

The commandos who came to attack the out-of-control body with the information of ordinary tyrants fell into a fatal deadlock at this moment because of the complete unequal information.

"Frank... go!"

Russo rushed to Frank's side, and he lifted Frank with a broken leg from the ground. The handsome young man looked at the tyrant who wantonly slaughtered the commandos, and a trace of ordinary people's fear flashed in his eyes.

He said to his brother:

"This is not a monster we can deal with... let's go."

"I think we can handle it! Russo."

Frank, with blood on his face, was unwilling to admit defeat. He pointed to the pulse gun in the pool of blood on the ground, and said to his good brother:

"Let it rush out like this... This block is finished, there is nothing in this world that cannot be killed... Just like before, Russo, we two join forces and destroy it!"

The veteran turned his head and shouted to the cloak behind him:

"Hey Cape Boy, help us! Don't let it move around..."

"good!"

The cloak didn't hesitate. The black patterned cloak fluttered behind him, and the darkness under the cloak enveloped him, allowing him to appear in front of the mad tyrant the next moment.

Tai Long raised his hands, and the dancing shadow wrapped around the tyrant's limbs like a long whip, restraining him in place, and began to continuously absorb its vitality.

The tyrant struggled, it swung its giant claws, and every movement could tear Talon's shackles away, but it seemed to fall into a quagmire.

When the cloak completely gave up attacking and entered the bondage, even this fierce tyrant could hardly break free from the power of darkness in a short time.

"click"

Frank, lying on the ground, pulled the bolt of the pulse gun and adjusted the ammunition mode of the weapon to gunpowder bullets.

They have also been exposed to this new type of weapon on the battlefield in Afghanistan, and they know that this thing has two modes for different situations.

Frank's expression looked terrible at this time, after all, his calf had just been crushed by the tyrant.

The pain stimulated his thinking wave after wave, but the veteran withstood the attack of this pain with an almost steel-like consciousness.

Surrendering to pain makes a man weak, and even holding a weapon does not bring out its true power.

Beside Frank, who was lying on the ground, Billy Russo, who was standing in a kneeling position, was also holding a pulse gun. The weapons of the two were still stained with blood and disgusting pieces of meat. It was the masterpiece of the mad tyrant in front of him.

They are aiming.

Just like they were on the battlefield in Afghanistan, the best sniper team consists of two powerful snipers.

"If we miss the mark..."

Russo adjusted his breathing, and the bloody smell from the gun rushed into his nostrils, allowing him to regain a sense of being on the battlefield.

In the scope, the intelligent front sight is fine-tuning the focus according to his posture, fully exposing the tyrant's distorted face with a bloody eye socket.

The tyrant's eyes were blown out by Russo once before, but in just a few minutes, the wound has almost healed.

He said to Frank beside him:

"According to that guy's speed and strength, we can't even run in time, but it's okay, if we are hit by such a guy, death is instantaneous and there will be no pain."

"This scene doesn't scare me."

Frank is also adjusting, he said hoarsely:

"I still remember that time in Kandahar, many years ago, when we were young..."

"Do you remember him? Merlin, that lunatic, we're just a few of us, but we're going to save an entire army... That's the real big scene."

"Eye?"

Russo confirmed the target, he said:

"Or somewhere else?"

"If it has that kind of life, it might be better if you hit it down."

Frank was still in the mood for nasty jokes when he said:

"But I guess it doesn't, so the eyes are fine. You locate it, and I detonate it, blowing its brains, if it still has that thing..."

"good."

Russo sticks out his tongue, licks his lips, his finger on the trigger, and in the cloak's effort to manipulate the dark forces and hold the tyrant in place, the handsome boy takes a deep breath, which he holds.

Frank did the same.

"boom"

The brass bullet was hit by the firing pin, and in the familiar smell of gunpowder smoke, the scorching arrowhead armor-piercing bullet flew out of the gun chamber.

"Snapped"

At the same moment, a very penetrating ray was also fired from the top of Russo's pulse gun. In less than one hundredth of a second, the ray shot from behind accurately hit the last remaining part of the tyrant. , in those distorted little eyes.

It was like a scorching thorn stabbing into the eye socket at this moment, burning through the alienated vitreous body.

Amidst the escape of blood and fluid, a mangled hole appeared in the tyrant's face.

And at the same second, the sharp, high-speed rotating brass bullet drilled into the tyrant's eye socket along the blood hole opened by the ray.

Such gunpowder weapons could not harm the tyrant's solid skull, and even the gray-white horny skin on the surface of the body could not penetrate.

But if the tyrant's skull is not too alienated, it means that the back of its eye sockets is still the area of ​​the brain.

For any living body, the brain is the most fatal weakness.

The scorching bullets crashed into the tyrant's skull through the eye sockets, and hit the thing that was twice as small as the average person's brain. In less than a second, the thing was turned into a disgusting mosaic.

The body of the tyrant who is constantly struggling in the shadow quagmire also represents sluggishness at this moment, as if a switch has been turned off.

Its body is still alive, but its brain is dead...

Maybe a complete tyrant can continue to fight without a brain, but this immature body obviously can't do it yet.

"boom"

Its huge body fell to the ground, its bloody eyes stared at the sky, as if it was really dead.

This scene made those commandos who escaped the fate of being crushed to death by the tyrant a little unbelievable. They stood there in a daze on the grass that had been completely turned into a hell on earth.

Cloaked Talon cautiously did not put away the power of the shadows, he could feel that the tyrant's body still had strong vitality.

That is the vitality from the t-virus, it is still...

Like a demon, still entrenched in this dead body, like a futile driver, constantly trying to restart it.

"Its brain is repairing fast."

Tyrone said to Frank Castle who was being supported by Russo and walked towards him:

"That's not enough to kill it."

"Bang, bang, bang"

In the next second, Frank, who was holding a gun, poked the muzzle of the gun on the tyrant's hideous head, and shot three times in the eye socket.

In the stench of blood and gunpowder smoke, the tyrant's brain, which had just shown signs of recovery, was torn to pieces again.

The soldier shrugged, looked at the cloaked man in front of him, and said:

"What now?"

"not enough."

Russo, who supported Frank, wiped the blood from his face, and the handsome young man said to the commando closest to him:

"Give me a bomb."

The team member who covered his face didn't know whether he was frightened or because he saved his life. In short, he took a high-explosive grenade from his waist and threw it to Russo.

A few minutes later, accompanied by a dull explosion, the tyrant's head was smashed into pieces by the explosion of the grenade stuffed into the eye socket.

No matter how strong its skull is, there is a limit. Facing this kind of destruction from the inside out, that distorted skull is like a watermelon that has completely exploded.

Disgusting, bloody red mixed with liquid and minced meat, making the entire grass even more disgusting.

"Well, the vitality is decaying... rapidly decaying."

Cloak said to the two veterans beside him:

"It's dead."

"Congratulations, both of you, you have achieved a heroic feat... most ordinary people can't do this."

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"I thought the tyrant was going to be killed, and that's what I expected the moment it ran out of control into New York."

In the experimental base of Raccoon City, Mrs. Larson looked at the magic projection in front of her, and she said to Wesker beside her:

"After all, that city is full of weird guys. Those active superheroes are fully capable of killing it. After all, it's just an unfinished mass-produced weapon..."

"Although he has weird abilities, his strength is just that, so-so."

"But what I didn't expect was that it was actually killed by two ordinary people."

Lady Hydra narrowed her eyes, she looked at Frank Castle and Billy Russo in the projection, she said:

"This is really a surprise."

"It shows that tyrants have weaknesses, ma'am."

Wesker also lamented the cooperation between the two veterans and their keen observation of the enemy's weaknesses. He said to Mrs. Larson:

"Although we also have a plan in this regard, this actual combat has exposed the weakness of the tyrant in advance... Whether a weapon is good or not, paper data cannot explain the problem."

"Yes, actual combat, only actual combat."

Lady Hydra nodded approvingly, her fingers were dancing on the armrest of the wheelchair, and she said:

"So, this accident is not necessarily a bad thing. Immediately reorganize the plan to make up for the weakness of the tyrant who will stop acting after his brain is destroyed. In addition, these two people... They have aroused my interest."

The lady breathed a sigh of relief, and she said to Wesker:

"If we want to make the most powerful biological weapon, we need to be more 'exquisite' in terms of raw materials, and the two of them are very suitable..."

Mrs. Larson stared at Frank and Russo on the magic projection, and she said to Wesker beside her:

"Check their background, if you can..."

"Take them as 'recruitment', as a 'reward' for completing the difficult challenge with their mortal bodies."

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A week later, Merlin returned to New York.

He was entrusted by Pierce an hour after the tyrant's out-of-control incident, and he went to Switzerland to attend a very high-level and important meeting in place of him.

It was a high-level meeting related to omnics, which happened to be within the scope of Merlin's supervisor. In addition, Pierce was suddenly sick in bed. Under the begging entrustment of the old man, Merlin couldn't even shirk.

Fortunately, apart from the tyrant's out-of-control incident, nothing else worthy of attention happened this week.

And the tyrant incident was brought under control a few hours after it got out of control.

Merlin also learned from the follow-up report sent by Agent McCree that it was his old friends in the past, veterans Frank Cassel and Billy Russo who retired from Afghanistan, killed the dangerous virus-infected body.

But Merlin didn't say anything about his personal relationship with the two guys.

On the one hand, it was to avoid suspicion. He didn't want to cause trouble to Frank and Russo because of his identity.

On the other hand, it was also because of Maria.

Frank's wife was shot in the spine and is still in a coma, which is a terrible thing. Merlin planned to contact the two old friends in his personal capacity to see if he could be of help.

He was going to make an appointment for the best neurosurgeon for Maria, that is, Mr. Stephen Strange, to repair the spine shattered by the bullet for the poor woman rescued by Dupont.

However, the moment Merlin set foot on the land of New York, a piece of bad news was sent to Merlin through Icarus' communication.

"What does it mean?"

On the way back to the Trident headquarters, Merlin pushed his glasses, he looked at the message on the glasses, he said:

"Explain, what do you mean...they're dead?"