Long-term salvation

"Tsk... didn't Ains say he would go to investigate Umbrella Corporation?" Rhodes complained and stopped. He quickly exchanged for a few M72 rocket launchers and placed them under him. He also took out an M4 rifle and replaced the magazine with M995 bullets.

After tidying up the communicator, Rhodes asked:

"Hina, can you see where I am?"

"Sure," the girl holding the MG42 machine gun said softly. She could see not only Rhode but also the three tall Tyrants rushing towards them. "The monsters are also rushing towards you... Do you need me to go over?"

"Not yet. You have to be careful of the enemy approaching. You must not be contaminated by bodily fluids, and you must not get hurt!" Rhodes said. He could already vaguely hear the sound of heavy footsteps on the dirt. "Prepare for supporting fire. Use me as the starting point, and start when the enemy enters the 200-meter range!"

In reality, Rhode was still somewhat worried. Nikki, who only had a human brain, was fine, but would the students in the Azure Files be infected with the T-virus? The students in Kivotos would get sick!

Although they can be resurrected, what kind of trouble will the students infected with the T virus cause before Rhodes makes up his mind to "deal with" them?

Wait...it looks like I might be infected too!

Just thinking about this possibility made Rhodes feel overwhelmed.

"So, things in the real world still need to be left to Nikki and the others," Rhode thought for a few seconds, and then heard the classic roar of the MG42:

The 7.92x57mm bullets, spewing out at an extremely high rate of fire, tore through the air, emitting a shrill scream like tearing cloth! The rain of bullets poured down, shattering the tyrants' light armor, drilling bloody holes in their festering skin, and letting blood and muscle tissue stained with an unknown ominous substance flow out!

The bullets were ineffective, and the tyrants were still running wildly - the heart tissue that was originally exposed on their chests was now covered with thicker bulletproof armor. Even "Hitler's chainsaw" had to continue hitting the same position to cause effective damage, but this was not easy to do among the fast-moving tyrants and the dense woods.

Without hesitation, Rhodes picked up the M72 rocket launcher and pulled the trigger towards the figure looming in front of him.

The rocket instantly exploded on the tall and sturdy body, and blood mixed with the smoke of the explosion spread all around. However, Rhode had no time to check the effect of his attack. He had to immediately throw away the rocket launcher and hide to the side.

A string of bright yellow fire streaks across the position where he had just been. The modified portable heavy weapon from the M2 heavy machine gun looked like a large toy in the tyrant's hands, and there was no sign of the slowness and difficulty that it would take for an ordinary human soldier.

The incoming line of fire made Rhodes run away in a rather embarrassing manner. He didn't want to test whether his stealth suit could withstand the 12.7mm bullets.

After firing back a few times with his revolver, Rhode dodged a rocket and dodged a ditch. Stepping through the water, he unleashed two smoke bombs and threw them upward, using the smoke to obscure his movements. He then threw a few rocks in other directions while activating his stealth suit's camouflage system, OctoCamo, to blend in with the surroundings.

Along with the sound of rockets flying off and exploding in mid-air, the tyrant's heavy footsteps stepping on fallen leaves approached from afar, and the muffled sound rang in Rhode's heart like a dusk drum - unlike those monsters in the other world, or even tyrants of the same type, tyrants with weapons and tyrants without weapons are completely different concepts!

Rhodes could play the Qin Emperor's game with three tyrants, but he didn't dare to play it with three tyrants armed with heavy machine guns, rocket launchers or other weird weapons.

Anyway, this looks like something from the original Tyrant. How does it manage to wield weapons and obey orders? Hey, a biological drone?!

Wait, this idea...

Rhodes' thoughts froze, and he held his breath as he saw one tyrant cross the ditch and head towards the top of the mountain, while the other one was still searching for his trace.

Dozens of fine cables extended from the back of the Tyrant's head as it headed towards the mountaintop, connected to the stubby antenna device on its back. The black and red cables were deeply embedded in the Tyrant's brain, so deep that Rhode wondered how much brain tissue was left.

What is this? Butcher's nails?

After muttering a few words in his heart, Rhode exhaled slowly. He recalled the words of Hayaseura Takuhiko in Japan:

A company cannot create an organization on its own.

Thinking about it this way, the forces in the [Organization] definitely include Mobius and Umbrella, plus ATC... It's not surprising that Umbrella can cut off part of the brain of its own biological weapon and then install a usable remote control device.

"Tsk... I should have gotten rid of that long truck first."

Rhode slowly took out a grenade and gave Nikki an order on the communication channel:

"D, immediately go to the area covered by white phosphorus bombs and eliminate all hostile personnel there!"

"clear."

Before Nikki's reply reached his ears, Rhodes had already jumped out of the ditch. He dodged the tyrant's claws and ran behind him.

A grenade bounced off the handle in front of the tyrant, making a crisp sound.

The flames of the explosion illuminated the dark forest for a moment - the next second, the injured tyrant twisted his body suddenly, and the airflow caused by his swift movement dragged the smoke and dust into thin streams. The left hand that originally carried the rocket launcher had discarded the weapon, and its sharp and huge claws mutated rapidly, piercing the leather gloves covered with light armor.

The tall monster with sharp claws roared and rushed towards Rhodes, with thundering sounds, as if it was unstoppable.

at the same time.

Wesker listened to the screams of the Mobius soldiers outside the car, a hint of sneer on his face. He reached out and patted the Umbrella technician on the shoulder and said:

"Record data, evacuate in three minutes."

"Yes, Mr. Wesker, those people outside..."

"If they were smart, they would have retreated immediately."

Wesker said with a low laugh. He saw the pale-faced Mobius administrator through the car window. The latter was holding a rifle that he had taken from somewhere and looking nervously in the direction of any possible attack.

"But for now, I hope they can be a little stupider. Only then can we get out of this situation more easily."

Chapter 149 Who is the tyrant? !

Inside a long truck.

Wesker crossed his arms, the bright screen reflected in his sunglasses, but beneath them, his eyes swept over the black rectangles affixed to the roof of the car. These objects were flashing a dangerous red light.

"How's the data recording going?" Wesker asked aloud.

"It went smoothly. Aside from Tyrant 002, the first Tyrant killed by a bazooka, the data for the other two Tyrants is being received successfully," the technician said. He stared at the screen, his hands constantly tapping on the keyboard to input pre-commands. "But my command control can't keep up with the pace of the battle... Damn it, is this guy Batman? How can he pull out so many weapons and explosives?!"

"So, we still need intelligent weapons capable of self-judgment?"

And the skills and equipment of the person on the screen...

Wesker touched his chin, thinking that he might have met the elite of Atlas Corporation, or of course, they might be cyborgs or something.

After staring at the screen quietly for a few seconds, he moved to another technician who was controlling the tyrant who was walking up the mountain.

"How are things here?"

"The slope and obstacles on the way up the mountain made it a bit difficult for 003 to move forward, but that was probably due to my control issues. Also, the enemy with the machine gun was a bit difficult to deal with."

The technician reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead - being stared at by Wesker was not a good feeling. The technician operating the Tyrant No. 002 who was killed by the bazooka had been kicked to the back of the car, holding a rifle and serving as a guard and cannon fodder like Mobius's men.

"You mean, from beginning to end, we only saw two enemies? No other bodies or obvious traces were found?"

"Yes... yes," the technician swallowed, his gaze returning to the screen, and reluctantly explained, "The video feed isn't clear enough, and there's a problem with the control unit. The transmission signal needs to be strengthened."

Without replying, he simply patted the technician's shoulder and motioned him to continue working. Wesker then picked up the clipboard and wrote down the problems encountered in this experiment. However, before he had written a few words, he heard the technician in front of him exclaim:

"How can this be?!"

"What's going on?" Wesker put away his clipboard and leaned forward to look at the screen, but he saw a scene that he would never forget -

A petite girl, a strange dark purple halo above her head, spread her demonic wings behind her, clutching an MG42-like machine gun in both hands, and swung it fiercely! The metal barrel of the gun grew larger and larger on the screen, and when half the screen turned black, filled with noise, everyone could feel the power of this blow!

"The tyrant... the tyrant was beaten to his knees!"

The technician shouted in horror:

"By a little girl?!"

"A little girl doesn't have a halo or wings on her head," Wesker narrowed his eyes slightly, a bad premonition and a sudden surge of excitement flashing through his mind. But the next second, the technician's mumbling made him frown completely:

"Halo? Wings? No..."

"..."

Wesker did not continue to ask questions on this issue. He suppressed his doubts in his heart and continued to watch the first-person perspective battle on the screen. Unexpectedly, the Tyrant did not have the upper hand in the battle with the petite girl. His speed and strength were not comparable to hers. If it was not obvious that the girl did not want to get her hands on the blood of the Tyrant's wounds, Wesker would have thought that she was playing with her prey, playing with Umbrella's proud biological weapon!

That meant...she knew about the T-virus, and at least some of its properties? Wesker pushed his sunglasses up, feeling that a purge would soon be underway within the company.

The battle on the screen continued, but it soon turned into a one-sided beating:

The petite girl kicked the tyrant's calf from the side - just like a little girl acting coquettishly - but on the body data interface of Tyrant No. 003, the position of the left leg turned completely red and quickly faded to black.

Before the tyrant's body could rapidly mutate and regenerate, the girl on the screen had already distanced herself, uprooted a massive tree, and slowly approached. Within seconds, the screen shuddered and went completely black, and the controls within the car began to emit a shrill beep.

The interface of Tyrant No. 003 quickly dimmed, and a large red warning sign kept flashing on it.

Wesker: “…”

Technician: "...Who is the tyrant?!"

"Tsk... How's the situation here, and what's the situation with No. 001?" Wesker took a deep breath. He walked to the first technician's position, but saw the latter turned his head blankly and stammered:

"I, I'm not sure... I controlled the Tyrant to chase that person to an open area, and then that person used a smoke bomb to hide his body... Then... Then the Tyrant was crushed by a heavy tank that came out of nowhere. It happened quite suddenly... I..."

"Shut up, the Tyrant hasn't been damaged yet. Reconnect the signal immediately. Get out of here!" Wesker pulled the technician away and just sat in front of the screen, but found a black gun muzzle pointing at him - to be more precise, at the Tyrant's head.

There was a flash of fire, and a little blue smoke rose from the distant mountains and forests.

The still dense forest enveloped the explosion tightly, without letting out even a trace of echo.

"..."

Looking at his own face reflected on the dark screen, Wesker was silent for a few seconds, then turned his head and asked:

"The data and video are stored on that hard drive, right?"

"Yes, it is."

"Take it out, then blow up this truck and we'll evacuate."

Half a minute later, when Wesker came out of the long truck holding the slightly heavy hard drive, he suddenly heard the sound of submachine gun firing, rifle firing, and human screams coming from not far away.

The sound was getting closer and closer, so close that Wesker felt uneasy.

Without hesitation, Wesker drew his pistol and fired several shots at the technicians, who were reduced to corpses before they could react. He then set the timer on the timer bomb attached to the top of the carriage and quickly ran towards the still-dazed Mobius administrator.

After slapping the man, Wesker grabbed his collar and said quickly:

"Let's leave here immediately. The enemy is beyond our ability to handle."

"No! I can't leave. The company's interests haven't been... and your Umbrella biological weapons—"

"Total destruction," Wesker said succinctly. He tore open the Mobius wounded blocking the jeep's door, threw the hard drive into the passenger seat, and then leaned over to the administrator, "Then you stay here and wait to die, idiot."

After saying that, Wesker stepped on the accelerator and drove away quickly in the jeep, leaving only the Mobius administrator there. The latter's face flushed with rage, and just as he was about to raise the rifle in his hand, he was staggered by the long truck that exploded next to him!

Thick smoke billowed, flames rose, and the leaping fire of destruction cast distorted shadows on everything around it.

"Ahem... ahem, damn Umbrella..."

Administrator Mobius coughed a few times, turned over, and tried to get up from the ground, but someone stepped on his back.

The force was so great that he thought he was being trampled by an elephant.

A cold female voice came from above:

"Cleaned up."

Chapter 150: A Quiet Departure

The aftermath of a battle is often more disturbing than the battle itself—flames rise in the forest, burning up bodies, weapons, cars, or otherwise profane flesh and blood that should not be there. Hours later, as a light drizzle falls, firefighting teams from Crimson City and surrounding cities finally arrive.

More than a dozen fire trucks with flashing blue and red warning lights were parked on the roadside. Dozens of burly firefighters were rushing into the forest with axes and chain saws, ready to take advantage of the rain to cut a fire-break. Above them, a helicopter spreading fire extinguishing agents flew by from time to time.

In an unknown corner, a Hummer quietly drove away in the interlaced lights.

Rhodes quickly drove out of Crimson City and headed for the nearest airport, where the girls, led by Marian, were waiting for him. Leslie and Dr. Jimenez, who had been crammed into the car, had already been secretly picked up by Atlas agents and left in different directions.

Rhode opened the car window slightly, gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, and rummaged through his pockets with his right hand. Feeling something, he turned his head to the right and saw the petite girl sitting in the passenger seat giving him a slightly smug smile.

The girl held a cigarette box between her slender fingers, which looked like scallions. The picture of a human face and insect printed on the box had been rubbed into wrinkles, making it look sad.

"Smoking is bad, Sensei," Hinata said softly, but she didn't throw the cigarette box out of the car. Instead, she put it away. "Forget about it during battle, but you should drink less on a daily basis... Your health is the most important thing!"

"But it would be boring if I didn't smoke."

Rhode opened his dead eyes and reached out to touch Hina's head a few times. Looking at the cute face with a cherry-red hue, some funny thoughts immediately arose in his mind:

"So how is Hinata going to compensate me?"

"Eh?!"

"Look, I was bored, so I wanted to smoke, but Hina stole my cigarette like a raccoon cat," Rhodes said seriously. Facing the girl's purple eyes widened in disbelief, he shook his head and said, "Hina made me bored. This is Hina's fault, so how is Hina going to compensate me?"

"...How cunning, Sensei. So how does Sensei want me to compensate you?"

The girl would never admit that she had panicked for a moment. She took a deep breath, suppressed her pounding heart and her wild thoughts, and threw the question back to Rhodes.

"Then..."

"commander."

D, who was sitting in the back seat, spoke, interrupting the little game between Rod and Hina. Nikki's face showed some embarrassment and shame. After making sure that Rod was still listening to her, she slowly said:

"I killed that high-value target. Please punish me."

It was that Mobius Administrator. Rhodes only realized he had caught a big fish when he was cleaning up the battlefield. Unfortunately, the former had been chopped open by a tactical axe, and almost had to "split up" in a physical sense.