42. The Age of Ambition (Part 2)【12/40】

The men in black and gray who hunt down the clown are the most proud works produced by Umbrella Company so far.

Although all the virus sources of this company come from an out-of-control legendary blood family.

But with the help of high-tech power, the umbrella will be found from the wreckage of the out-of-control legendary blood race, and the "ancestral virus" that can theoretically evolve infinitely has developed a variety of completely different series.

It can be said to have played out.

The first t, then the more dangerous g, and the "Veronica" derived from the fusion with the Extremis virus produced by a.i.m.

Then there is the more stable enhanced t, and the dx-1118 c, which is now being tested for actual combat capabilities.

dx-1118c is the latest research product of umbrella company.

The biologists inside the umbrella have given it the codename "Black Light."

In its pure raw state, it is a black glowing liquid, which is how it got its name.

The Black Light Virus is powerful, it is even close to the power of the Progenitor Virus, but it still has irreconcilable flaws...

This is also very normal.

There is no real perfection in this world.

There are regrets about everything.

"Perfect..."

In the umbrella base of Raccoon City, Wesker, wearing a black leather jacket, wearing sunglasses, and combing his blond hair back into a big back, was standing in front of the monitor in the monitoring room.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the screen projected back in front of him.

He saw the agility of the black light-fit body running back and forth in the ruins of New York, and the virus-modified body stretched at will and transformed into various weapons.

In addition, Kong was accidentally involved in the battle, causing a building to be crushed on the body of the black light.

But that devastating injury healed in a very short period of time.

And it didn't affect the fighting ability of the black light fit body at all.

That kind of near-perfect, all-round super boost made Wesker's eyes show a trace of pride and jealousy.

He himself is also a subject of the Umbrella Biological Project.

Before the appearance of the black light fitness body, he was the most perfect one...

Of course, Wesker doesn't care about these false names, he cares about more important things.

"The performance of 'Sleeping God' is also very good."

A researcher with high myopia told Wesker:

"Although the expressive power is not as eye-catching as that of 'Black Light', he is more stable, and his strength and speed in the normal combat state are comparable to those of the enhanced T Tyrant."

"Once in 'burst' mode, his destructive power will not be worse than that of black light."

"Yes, I see it."

Wesker turned his attention to the man in gray next to the black light mutant.

It was a further experiment in the traditional enhanced tyrant program.

According to Madame Hydra's request, the staff of the umbrella, under the modification at any cost, raised the concentration and fusion of T-serum in the gray-clothed man to an unimaginable level.

This gave the man in gray, code-named "Sleeping God", a fighting power far superior to that of ordinary tyrants.

"Sleep is good, it's great, it's perfect."

Wesker said disapprovingly:

"But I still prefer black light, not because I like that fancy combat style, it's not like that."

The senior executive of the umbrella company stared at the two virus mutants chasing the fleeing clown in the picture. He reached out and pushed his sunglasses. He said:

"You should be very clear that after 'Sleeping God' enters the third stage of strengthening, the possibility of it getting out of control is as high as 75% or more."

"Although it has the ability to evolve in theory, in fact, in high-intensity combat, the 'Sleeping God' can easily become a one-time consumable due to loss of control."

With a sarcastic smile on Wesker's face, he said:

"Spending so much money, so much energy, and risking being discovered, a variant that claims to be the most 'perfect' was produced, but it was actually just a one-time weapon..."

"madness!"

The biologist didn't answer.

Wesker's words are obviously accusing the helm of the umbrella company, Madam Hydra, of making a wrong strategy...

This is not a topic that can be chatted casually.

In a place like the umbrella, if you are not careful, you will die unexpectedly.

"But 'Black Light' is different."

Wesker looked at the man in black running on the projection screen, and said:

"As long as the mind can withstand memory fusion, the black light can truly achieve infinite strengthening..."

"As long as there is fusion, it will never die, and there is almost no possibility of any loss of control."

"Except for the tingling of the mind when the mind is fused, there are almost no side effects..."

"???"

The biologist sitting in front of the monitor suddenly raised his head, he looked at Wesker standing beside him in disbelief, and said:

"You... how do you know that when black light merges with creatures, you will feel a tingling pain in your heart?"

"It's very simple."

Wesker looked down at the biologist, a dangerous smile curling his lips.

He put his hand on the biologist's shoulder, and whispered:

"Because I also inoculated myself with black light..."

"you!!!"

The biologist immediately realized something was wrong, but just as he was about to run, Wesker's left hand mutated.

Like a sharp black dagger, it pierced fiercely into the biologist's back heart.

The blood-stained dagger stabbed out from the biologist's chest, and the warm blood continued to drip onto the ground.

Wesker put his other hand on the biologist's neck, and he whispered in his ear:

"Doctor, I will accept your memory, your knowledge..."

"swish"

The black biological dagger that pierced the doctor's body "melted", just like the state when the symbiosis and the host completed the symbiosis.

The black "ooze" extended from the doctor's fatal wound, covering the doctor in less than a second.

It's like a weird "eating" process.

After a few seconds, the doctor had completely disappeared, as if he had been "eaten" whole by Wesker.

The black ooze quickly returned to Wesker's hands. Except for the blood on the ground, everything in the room was the same as before.

Wesker rubbed his forehead, the wisdom and memories from the doctor were integrated into his mind, like transferring data to a new database, and those cumbersome knowledge was quickly understood.

But accompanied by an intense, almost unbearable headache.

It was like two souls merging into one.

On the projection in front of Wesker's eyes, the black light mutant had already pierced the clown's heart with its sharp claws, and the sleeping god tyrant had pierced the clown's body with its sharp claws.

The black light mutant turned his arm into a sharp axe, trying to kill the dying clown completely at this moment.

"Snapped"

A line of complex instructions was entered into the computer in front of him.

Wesker ignored the sharp alarm sound from the computer, and then tapped the Enter key lightly.

He looked at the black light mutant and sleepy tyrant who had completely stopped moving on the screen in front of him.

He whispered:

"Now, you are free..."

"my brother."

He looked at the clown lying on the ground again, and Wesker remembered the playing card that the clown left him when he left the hive base.

He narrowed his eyes and grabbed the microphone next to him.

Through the remote connection set up on the black-clothed mutant, Wesker greeted the clown who had escaped from death in a wicked way:

"Crazy with you..."

"friend!"

"swish"

A bloody halo lit up in the darkness behind Wesker, and amidst the radiance, the female vampire Quicksilver, holding a white umbrella, came out.

She glanced at Wesker, then at the blood on the ground, and asked:

"What about people? Why are you alone on this floor?"

"Who said I'm the only one?"

Wesker turned his head, and he said to Quicksilver in a strange voice:

"They're all here! In my body, in my mind, in my soul...they've become one with me..."

"We are outnumbered..."

"You 'eat' them all?"

Quicksilver looked at Wesker in surprise, and she said:

"You are really crazy, don't blame me for not reminding you, that kind of fusion of consciousness will put a huge load on your soul."

"If you can't restrain the desire to 'swallow', soon, you will have a split personality due to the ingestion of too many memories... That is the beginning of your destruction."

"Thanks for reminding."

Wesker said blankly:

"But I'm not as vulnerable as you think... Your coming here means that you are ready?"

"certainly."

Quicksilver flicked her bright red nails, a cold light flashed in her blood red eyes, she said:

"Considering that I will meet Merlin again soon, I may not be able to come back."

"So, those accounts between me and my dear 'madam'... have to hurry up and settle it."

After finishing speaking, Quicksilver looked at the clown behind Wesker, who disappeared on the desolate streets of New York trailing blood. She let out a series of curious laughter, and said to Wesker:

"This new friend is very interesting... He promised me that he would arrange a private meeting with Merlin. Do you think he can do it?"

"I have no idea."

Wesker stretched out his hand and pulled the glove on his hand, he said:

"But I think he can, he's going to create a mess in New York, a mess, and that's a ladder ... giving us the opportunity to climb higher."

Wesker said:

"I also want a new era, Lord Earl."

"But the one I want, and the one the HYDRA are after... a little, not the same."

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On the road to Queens, a car was impaled whole by black claws that erupted from the ground.

The clown in the car was also pierced through the heart, he gritted his teeth, and with the last bit of strength, smashed his colorful cane to the driver's platform in front of him.

In the shards flying, he catches the falling golden apple.

That golden, fist-sized thing with weird patterns all over its surface.

The moment he held the golden apple, a steady stream of life force poured into the clown's body from the golden apple.

Naturally, such fetishes are not just a function of manipulating people's hearts.

Just now, he relied on the healing power of the golden apple to save his life under the collapsed building.

"boom"

The clown kicked the car door with difficulty, and as the sharp spikes were recovered, blood dripped from his body, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

He crawled on the ground, dragging a trail of blood behind him.

Behind him, the "Black Light" variant withdrew its fist, slapped the dust on its body, and stood up from the ground.

And the gray-clothed man who was walking with him was like a cannonball, slamming hard on the ground in front of the clown amidst the whistling sound caused by air friction.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

The clown watched the man in gray raise his hand, and the sharp claws on his left hand came out bit by bit.

Maybe the next moment, he will die on the spot.

"Who has a camera?"

On the deserted street, the blood-stained clown screamed nervously:

"Come and take a picture of me and this guy!"

"Hahaha, then another photo of me and the man in black, then a photo of three people...then a photo with an iron bar, and..."

"puff"

The sharp claws stabbed down, and blood spattered everywhere.

The black-clothed mutant stepped forward, and he stretched out his hand. In the rapid transformation, his arm turned into a hideous biological ax with crazy appearance and weird blood vessels connected to the arm.

He raised his hand, and while the hood was fluttering, the sharp blade slashed down fiercely.

Before the clown finished his joke, there was an undisguised regret dancing in his eyes.

He knew that he couldn't survive anymore, these two mutants had no sense at all, their thinking was bound.

His proud dark wisdom meant nothing to them.

He couldn't see the end of the game.

But even in death...

He also wants to die in a joking way, giving the world a big middle finger!

but....

The sharp ax blade finally stayed on the clown's forehead, but it never came down again.

The clown who closed his eyes and waited to die opened his eyes, and saw the confusion that could not be concealed in the eyes of the two virus mutants in front of him.

And a familiar voice also came from the microphone on the mutant in black.

"Crazy travels with you...friend."

"ha?"

The clown showed doubts on his face, and then transformed into a weird smile.

The grin grew wider and wider, eventually turning into a wide-cheeked laugh, then a long-pitched maniacal laugh.

"Hahahahahaha!"

He got up from the ground and looked at the two mutants who had been deprived of mind control and became bewildered.

He covered his head, bent down, patted his legs, laughed happily, leaned back and forth, and laughed heart-piercingly.

He narrowly escaped death.

But this is not important, this is not the most important.

He is not the only lunatic in this world, and now, another lunatic is about to join the carnival.

Things are getting interesting.

"Well, it's been too long..."

The clown laughed wildly, while pulling away the children's watch on his arm,

He looked at the time, and then waved goodbye to the two mutants who were stunned behind him. While staggering, he moved forward in the dripping blood.

While waving his hands, as if dancing.

He also hummed a nursery rhyme with an odd tone.

"I am a small teapot~"

"Short and lean~"

"This is my spout~ yo, this is my handle~"

"Hahaha, grab your chairs, get your snacks ready, don't blink, everyone..."

"It's... going to start!"