Chapter 884: 42. The Age of Ambition (Part 2)【12/40】

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The black man and the gray man who chase the clown are the most proud works produced by the umbrella company so far.
Although all the virus sources of this company come from a legendary blood race out of control.
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 in theory, the "ancestor virus" that can evolve indefinitely has developed a variety of different series.
Called to play out of flowers.
The first T, then the more dangerous G, and the "Veronica" derived from the fusion of the desperate virus made by A.I.M.
Then there is the more stable enhanced T, and the DX-1118C, which is currently being tested for combat capabilities.
DX-1118C is the latest research product of the umbrella company.
The biologists inside the umbrella gave it the code name "black light".
In its pure original state, it is a black liquid, which is why it got its name.
The black light virus is powerful, it is even close to that of the ancestor virus, but it still has irreconcilable defects...
This is also normal.
There is no real perfection in this world.
Anything has regrets.
"perfect..."
At the umbrella base in Raccoon City, Wesker, who wore black leather and sunglasses and combed his blond hair into a large back, was standing in front of the screen in the surveillance room.
He carried his hands on his back and looked at the projected image back in front of his eyes.
He saw the agility of the black light fit body running back and forth among the ruins of New York, and the body transformed by the virus extended randomly, changing into various forms of weapons.
There was also an accident that KONG intervened in the battle, causing a building to be pressed against the black light body.
But that devastating injury healed in a very short time.
And it did not affect the combat ability of the black light fitness.
The kind of near-perfect, all-round super increase made Wesker's eyes show a trace of pride and jealousy.
He himself is also the experimental body of the umbrella biological project.
Before the appearance of the black light fit, he was the most perfect one...
Of course, Wesker doesn't care about these fake names, he cares about more important things.
"The performance of "Sleeping God" is also very good."
A researcher with a high myopia told Wesker:
"Although the performance is not as eye-catching as the performance of "Black Light", he is more stable, and the strength and speed of the regular combat state have been comparable to the enhancement of T Tyrant."
"Once entering the "burst" mode, his destructive power will not be worse than black light."
"Yes, I saw it."
Wesker set his gaze on the gray man next to the black light variant.
It was a deepening experiment of the traditional enhanced tyrant project.
According to the request of Mrs. Hydra, the staff of the umbrella, without any cost modification, raised the concentration and fusion of T-serum in the gray-clothed human body to an unimaginable level.
This gave the gray-skinned people code-named "Sleeping God" much better fighting power than ordinary tyrants.
"Sleep is good, great, and perfect."
Wesker said disapprovingly:
"But I still prefer black light, not because I like the bells and whistles of combat style, which is not the case."
The executive of the umbrella company stared at the two virus variants chasing the escaped clown in the picture. He reached out and pushed his sunglasses. He said:
"You should be very clear that after the "sleeping god" enters the three-phase strengthening, it is more than 75% likely to get out of control."
"Despite the theory's ability to continuously evolve, in reality, in high-intensity combat, the "Sleeping God" can easily become a disposable consumable due to loss of control."
With an ironic smile on Wesker's face, he said:
"It took so much money, so much energy, at the risk of being discovered, and made a so-called "perfect" variant, but in fact it was just a one-time weapon..."
"silly!"
The biologist did not answer.
Wesker's remark is obviously accusing the umbrella company's helm, that is, Mrs. Hydra's strategy is wrong...
This is not a topic you can talk about at will.
In places like umbrellas, if you are not careful, you will die.
"But the "black light" is different."
Wesker looked at the man in black running on the projection screen. He said:
"As long as thinking can bear the fusion of memory, black light can truly achieve unlimited strength..."
"As long as there is a fusion, it will never die, and there is almost no possibility of losing control."
"Except for the tingling of the mind when the mind is merged, there are almost no side effects..."
"???
The biologist sitting in front of the monitor raised his head violently. He looked at Wesker standing beside him incredulously. He said:
"You...how do you know that when the black light merges with creatures, you will feel a tingling soul?"
"It's very simple."
Wesker looked down at the biologist, and there was a dangerous smile on the corner of his mouth.
He reached out and put it on the biologist's shoulder, he whispered:
"Because I also vaccinated myself with black light..."
"you!!!"
The biologist immediately realized that something was wrong, but just when he wanted to run, Wesker's left hand mutated.
Just like a sharp black dagger, it stabbed into the back of the biologist.
The dagger pierced the biologist's chest, and the warm blood dripped continuously on the ground.
Wesker put the other hand on the biologist's neck, and he whispered in his ear:
"Doctor, your memory, your knowledge, I accept it..."
"Uh"
The black creature dagger that pierced the body of the doctor "melted" apart, just as the symbiote and the host had completed symbiosis.
The black "slime" extended outward from the doctor's fatal wound and covered the doctor in less than a second.
It's like a weird "swallowing" process.
After a few seconds, the Ph.D. had completely disappeared, as if it had been "eaten" by Wesker.
The black slime returned to Wesker's hands quickly, except for the blood on the ground.
Wesker rubbed his forehead, and the wisdom and memory from the doctor merged into his mind, just like transferring data to a new database, and the tedious knowledge was quickly understood.
But with intense, almost unbearable headaches.
It's like two souls are merged into one.
In the projection in front of Wesker's eyes, the black light variant had been pierced with a claw once, piercing the clown's heart, while the sleeping tyrant pierced the clown's body with the claw.
The black light variant turns the arm into an axe, killing the dying clown completely at this moment.
"Snapped"
A complex line of instructions is entered into the computer in front of you.
Wesker ignored the sharp alarm sounds from the computer, and then tapped the Enter key gently.
He looked at the black light variant and the sleeping tyrant who had completely stopped acting on the screen in front of him.
He whispered:
"Now, you are free..."
"my brother."
He looked again at the joker lying on the ground, and Wesker remembered the playing card left to him when the joker left the base of the hive.
He narrowed his eyes and grabbed the microphone next to it.
Through the remote connection set up on the black variant, Wesker said hilariously to the clown who escaped:
"Crazy walking with you..."
"friend!"
"Uh"
The halo lighted up in the darkness behind Wesker, and in the shining light, the female vampire mercury holding a white umbrella came out.
She glanced at Wesker, then at the blood on the ground, and she asked:
"What about people? Why are you alone at this level?"
"Who said that I was the only one?"
With Wesk turning around, he said to Mercury in a strange voice:
"They are all here! In my body, in my thinking, in my soul... they have become one with me..."
"We have many people..."
"You ate them all?"
Mercury looked at Wesker in surprise. She said:
"You are crazy enough, don't blame me for not reminding you that the fusion of consciousness will put a great load on your soul."
"If you can't restrain the desire to "swallow", soon, you will split your personality because of too much memory...that is the beginning of your destruction."
"Thanks for reminding."
Wesker said blankly:
"But I'm not as fragile as you think... you come here, it means that you are ready?"
"of course."
Mercury flicked her bright red nails, a flash of cold light flashed in her blood-red eyes, she said:
"Considering that I will meet Merlin again soon, I may not be able to return."
"So, those accounts between me and my dear "Lady"...have to hurry up and count."
After speaking, Mercury looked at Wesker again, dragging the blood to the clown that disappeared on the desolate streets of New York. She issued a series of curious laughs. She said to Wesker:
"This new friend is very interesting...he promised me that he would arrange a separate meeting with Merlin. Can you say he can do it?"
"I do not know."
Wesker reached out and pulled the glove on his hand. He said:
"But I think he can. He will set off a mess in New York. It's a ladder...it gives us the opportunity to climb higher."
Wesker says:
"I also want a new era, Lord Earl."
"But the one I want is the one the Hydras are pursuing... a little bit, not the same."

On the road to Queens, a car was pierced by a black claw that burst from the ground.
The clown in the car was also pierced in the heart. He gritted his teeth and, with the last trace of force, smashed his colorful cane towards the driver's platform in front of him.
In the fall of the fragments, he buckled the fallen golden apple.
The golden, fist-sized things are covered with strange patterns on the surface.
At the moment he was holding the golden apple, endless vitality was poured into the clown's body from the golden apple.
Such divine things, of course, are not just a function of manipulating the mind.
Just now he relied on the healing power of Golden Apple to retrieve his life under the collapsed building.
"boom"
The clown kicked the door hard, and in the recovery of the sharp spikes, there was blood on his body, and he stumbled to the ground.
He crawled on the ground, dragging a blood stain behind him.
Behind him, the "Black Light" variant withdrew his fist, flapped the dust on his body, and stood up from the ground.
The gray man walking with him, like a shell, hit the ground in front of the clown in the roar of air friction.
"To die, to die..."
The clown watched the gray man raise his hand, and the claws on his left hand protruded little by little.
Perhaps the next moment, he will be killed on the spot.
"Who has a camera?"
On the deserted street, the blood-stained clown screamed nervously:
"Come and take a picture of this guy with me!"
"Hahaha, and then give me a picture with the man in black, then a group photo of three people...then a man with iron bars, and then..."
"puff"
Under the claws, blood spattered.
The black-clad variant stepped forward, and he extended his hand. His arm turned into a fierce, crazy-looking creature with a swift transformation, and a weird blood vessel connected to his arm.
He raised his hand, and between the hoods, the sharp blade was severely cut off.
The clown's joke hadn't been finished yet, and there was an undisguised regret in his eyes.
He knew that he couldn't live anymore, these two variants had no reason, their thinking was bound.
His proud dark wisdom is meaningless to them.
He couldn't see the end of the game.
But even if it's dead...
He also wants to die in a joke, and raise the of this world fiercely!
but....
The sharp axe finally stayed at the clown's forehead, but he never chopped it off.
Closing his eyes and waiting for the dead clown to open his eyes, he saw the indistinct confusion emerging in the eyes of the two virus variants in front of him.
And a familiar voice came from the microphone on the black variant.
"Crazy walking with you...friend."
"what?"
Suspicious expression appeared on the clown's face, and then turned into a weird smile.
The smile grew wider, and eventually turned into a laugh all over the cheek, and then a laugh that lengthened the tone.
"Hahahahahaha!"
He got up from the ground and looked at the two variants in front of him that had been released from thought control and became at a loss.
He covered his head, bent down, patted his legs, and smiled happily, smiling forward and back, and tearing his heart apart.
He escaped from death.
But this is not important, it is not the most important.
There is more than one madman in this world, and now there is another madman who wants to join the carnival.
Things are getting more interesting.
"Well, it's been too long..."
The clown laughed wildly, pulling away the children's watch on his arm,
He glanced at the time, then reached out and waved goodbye to the two variants froze behind him. He was walking in a staggered footstep and moved forward in the blood dripping.
Waving his hand as if dancing.
He also hummed a weird children's song.
"I am a small teapot~"
"Short and smart~"
"This is my spout~ Yo, this is my spout~"
"Hahaha, get your chair, prepare snacks, don't blink, you..."
"It...is about to begin!"
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