The tyrant who wreaks havoc on the meadows of Central Park isn't complete.In fact, in the production process of the biological weapons of the Umbrella Company, it has only completed the transformation period and entered the second stage.There are no various hormones that have been modulated by the mature body to make it stronger, faster, and more self-healing.It has not yet been subjected to the final stage of bondage.According to the Umbrella's definition of a mass-produced tyrant, this is the perfect weapon that can fight in both "normal" and "unleashed" forms.Because its future role is not only to maintain order in the new world of Hydra, but also to maintain order in the new world of Hydra, its appearance must be treated as necessary.To put it simply, you can't scare ordinary people who will be protected by the Hydra Order in the future...
As a result, all fully formed tyrants will regain their human form, just like Wesker.Under normal conditions, he wears a solemn and majestic restraint coat, and uses the strength and speed far beyond ordinary people to carry out less intense security and maintenance operations.When encountering a dangerous opponent, it will break away from its bound form and enter the true form of the tyrant to fight.However, in the burst form, the terrifying explosive power released will also cause the tyrant to suffer limb damage during battle, and if this biological weapon is released for a long time, it needs to be regularly maintained, just like a regular hot weapon.Therefore, the dual form is definitely not only a design made for the sake of aesthetics, but also a consideration to extend 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 solved long ago by the cloak and two veterans ...
The reason why this guy is difficult is because in addition to the power of the virus, which has not yet grown to the limit, there is another power in its body that can travel through the shadows.That is the faith of the experimental subject, and it has the power of the "beast".This demonic power gives the imperfect tyrant a more difficult destructive power than the complete tyrant at this moment.At this time, the tyrant who had finally completed a kill was roaring.The feeling of warm blood spilling on its face made its inner desire to kill even worse, and it roared and pounced on the team members behind it who kept shooting, like a tiger rushing into a flock.The alienated claws swung around, and the sharp claw blades were almost dead to the touch.The commando team that came to attack this runaway body with ordinary tyrant information fell into a fatal death at this moment because of the complete asymmetry of information."
Frank...
Walk!
”Russo rushed to Frank's side, he lifted Frank with his broken leg from the ground, and the handsome young man looked at the tyrant who wantonly slaughtered the commandos in front of him, and a trace of fear that belonged to ordinary people 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, whose face was covered in blood, was unwilling to admit defeat, he pointed to the pulse gun in a pool of blood on the ground, and said to his good brother, "Let it rush out like this...
This neighborhood is finished, there's nothing in this world that can't be killed...
Just like before, Russo, let's join forces and take it over!
”The veteran turned his head and shouted to the cloak behind him, "Hey, cloaked boy, help us!"
Don't let it move around...""
Good!"
The cloak didn't hesitate, the wide, black-patterned cloak behind him fluttered, and the darkness under the cloak enveloped him, allowing him to appear in front of the mad tyrant the next moment.Tyrone raised his hands, and the throbbing shadows wrapped around the tyrant's limbs like whips, binding it in place and beginning to drain its life force.The tyrant struggled, waving its huge claws, each dance tearing Tyrone's shackles, but it fell into the mire.When the cloak completely gave up attacking and turned into bondage, it would be difficult for even this fierce tyrant to break free from the power of darkness in a short period of time.Lying on the ground, Frankla opened the bolt of the pulse gun, adjusting the weapon's ammo pattern to gunpowder bullets.They had also been exposed to this new weapon on the battlefield in Afghanistan and knew that it had two modes of dealing with 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 mind wave after wave, but the veteran withstood the invasion of this pain with an almost steely consciousness.Succumbing to pain makes one cowardly, and even with a weapon in hand, it is unable to exert its true power.Billy was lying on his stomach next to Frank on the ground, standing on his knees.
Russo was also armed with a pulse gun, and their weapons were stained with blood and disgusting minced flesh, the work of the mad tyrant in front of him.They were aiming.Just like when they were on the battlefield in Afghanistan, they are made up of two powerful snipers, the best sniper team."
If we miss—" Russo adjusted his breathing, the smell of blood on the gun's body reaching his nostrils, giving him a hint of what he felt like he was on the battlefield.In the scope, the intelligent crosshair fine-tuned the focus to his posture, exposing the tyrant's distorted, flesh-and-blood face to his eyes.The tyrant's eye had been burst once by Russo before, but in just a few minutes, the wound had almost healed.He said to Frank beside him: "With that guy's speed and strength, we won't even have time to run, but it's okay, if we are hit by such a guy, death is instantaneous, and there will be no pain." ”"I can't be scared of this scene."
Frank was also adjusting, and he said in a hoarse tone, "I remember that time in Kandahar, many years ago, when we were young...""
Do you remember him?
Merlin, that madman, we're a few of us, but we're going to save an entire army...
That's the real big picture. ”"Punch in the eye?"
Russo confirmed the target and said, "Or somewhere else?"
”"If it had that life, you might have been better off hitting it below."
Frank was still in the mood to make a bad joke, saying, "But I don't think it is, so the eyes are okay."
You locate it, I'll detonate it, blow it up in the brain, if it still has that thing...""
Okay."
Russo stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his fingers on the trigger, and in the cloak's efforts to manipulate the dark forces and hold the tyrant in place, the handsome lad took a deep breath, and he held his breath.Frank made the same move.The "bang" brass bullet was struck by the firing pin, and in the familiar smell of gunsmoke, the scorching arrow-piercing bullet flew out of the chamber.At the same moment, a penetrating ray shot out from the tip of Russo's pulse gun, and in less than a hundredth of a second, the last-fired first stance, accurately hit the tyrant's only remaining distorted little eye.It was like a scorching thorn piercing the eye socket at this moment, burning through the alienated vitreous.In the escape of blood and fluid, a bloody hole appeared in the tyrant's face.And at the same second, a sharp, high-speed rotating brass bullet followed the bloody hole opened by the ray and burrowed into the tyrant's eye socket.Such a gunpowder weapon could not hurt the tyrant's sturdy skull, not even the grayish-white skin on the surface of his body.But if the tyrant's skull is not too alienated, it means that the back of its eye socket is still an area of the brain.And for any living organism, the brain is the most fatal weakness.The scorching bullet slammed into the tyrant's skull through his eye socket, slamming headfirst into something twice as small as a normal person's brain, turning it into a disgusting mosaic in less than a second.The tyrant's body, which was constantly struggling in the mire of shadows, also represented a sluggishness at this moment, as if the switch had been turned off.Its body is alive, but its brain is dead...
It may be that a full-fledged tyrant doesn't need a brain to continue fighting, but this is clearly not yet a fully mature body."
Bang" Its massive body fell to the ground, its bloody eyes staring at the sky, as if it was really dead.This scene made the commandos who had escaped the fate of being crushed by the tyrant a little incredulous, and they were stunned in this meadow that had been completely turned into a hell on earth.The cloak Tyrone cautiously did not retract the power of the shadows, and he could feel that there was still a strong vitality in the tyrant's body.That's from the vitality of the T-virus, and it's still there...
Like a demon, it still haunts the dead body, like a futile driver, constantly trying to restart it."
Its brain is repairing quickly."
Tyrone was right at Frank, who was being helped by Russo as he walked towards him.
"That's not enough to kill it," Casor said. ”"Bang, bang, bang" In the next second, Frank, who was carrying a gun, poked the muzzle of the gun into the tyrant's hideous head and fired three shots into the eye socket.In the smell of bloody blood and gunsmoke, the tyrant's brain, which had just shown signs of repair, was once again torn to pieces.The GI shrugged, he looked at the cloaked man in front of him, and he said, "And now?"
”"It's not enough."
Russo, who was holding Frank, wiped the blood from his face, and the handsome young man said to the nearest commando, "Give me a bomb." ”The face-covered team member didn't know if he was frightened or because of the saving grace, but in short, he took a high-explosive grenade from his waist and threw it to Russo.A few minutes later, with a dull explosion, the tyrant's head exploded in the grenade that had been stuffed into his eye socket, and was completely shattered.No matter how strong its skull is, there is a limit, and in the face of this kind of destruction from the inside out, the twisted skull is like a watermelon that has completely exploded.Disgusting, red mixed with hellish liquid and minced meat, made the whole meadow even more disgusting."
Well, the vitality is decaying...
Fast decay. ”The cloak said to the two veterans beside him, "It's dead." ”"Congratulations, both, you've done your heroic feat...
Most ordinary people can't do that. ”——————————— "I thought the tyrant would be killed, and the moment it stormed out of control into New York, I expected that ending. ”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 strange guys, and those active superheroes are more than capable of taking it down, after all, it's just an unfinished production weapon...""
Although there are quirky abilities, the strength is just like that, so-so.""
But what I didn't expect was that it was actually killed by two ordinary people."
Mrs.
Hydra narrowed her eyes as she looked at Frank in the projection.
Casor and Billy.
Russo, she said, "It was a real surprise. ”"This shows that tyrants have weaknesses too, ma'am."
Wesker also marveled at the cooperation between the two veterans and their keen observation of the enemy's weaknesses, and he said to Mrs.
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Larson: "Although we have a plan for this, this actual battle 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 darting on the armrest of her 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 being destroyed."
In addition, these two people...
They piqued my interest. ”Madame breathed a sigh of relief, and she said to Wesker, "If we are going to make the most powerful biological weapon, then we need to be more 'sophisticated' in terms of raw materials, and the two of them are a good fit...""'
Recruit' them as a 'reward' for completing a difficult challenge in a mortal body."—————————— a week later, Merlin returned to New York.One hour after the Tyrant's runaway incident, he was tasked by Pierce to go to Switzerland to attend a high-level and important meeting.It was a high-level meeting related to the intelligence machine, which happened to be the scope of Merlin's supervisor, and Pierce was suddenly sick in bed, and under the old man's pray-like commission, Merlin couldn't even shirk it.Fortunately, nothing else worth noting this week, except for the out-of-control incident of the tyrant.And the tyrant's affair was brought under control hours after it got out of control.Merlin also learned from the follow-up report sent by Agent McRae that it was his old friend from the past, veteran Frank Murray, who had retired from Afghanistan.
Casor and Billy.
Russo took out the dangerous virus infected.But Merlin didn't claim his personal relationship with the two guys.On the one hand, to avoid suspicion, he didn't want to cause trouble to Frank and Russo because of his identity.On the other hand, it's also because of Mary's affairs.Frank's wife was hit in the spine by a bullet and is still in a coma, which is a terrible thing.Merlin plans to reach out to the two old friends in a private capacity to see if he can help.He was going to make an appointment for Maria with the best neurosurgeon, who was Stephen Brown.
Mr.
Strange has come to repair the bullet-shattered spine of the poor woman who was saved by Duponde.However, at the moment when Merlin set foot on the soil of New York, a bad news was delivered to Merlin through Icarus's communication."
What does that mean?"
On the way back to Trident headquarters, Merlin pushed his glasses, he looked at the message on the lenses, and he said, "Explain, what is called...
They're dead?
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