Sure enough, two figures were seen in hot pursuit from behind: a Whopper and a Bloodshot. Since the Bloodshot is a branch of the Licker, its fast speed is quite normal.
However, it wasn't just these two monsters biting at their heels; behind the motorcycle, a massive horde of zombies was also constantly chasing in their direction.
After all, the roar of the motorcycle was far too piercing. The owner of this bike had even modified the exhaust; it would be hard not to wake the whole street.
There was no need for elite mob-gatherers like the Shrieker. Sitting on the motorcycle now was practically equivalent to carrying a Shrieker zombie everywhere they went.
As for Ada,
she was also driving another Replica racing bike, constantly leading the way on one side. As mentioned before, they planned to capture Simmons first. As for how to capture him,
the method was quite simple.
Ada had already hacked into Simmons' laptop earlier, leaving a Tracking virus inside long ago.
So as long as Simmons had that laptop with him, Ada could find his location at any time. This was the benefit of having a top-tier hacker.
"..."
"Use grenades to block their pursuit first. You know how to use grenades, right? Don't blow us up along with them...!"
At that moment,
Javier, busy driving the motorcycle, suddenly took two High-explosive grenades from his waist, handed them to Sherry, and instructed her.
Without a doubt,
the best way to block the path was to blow it up with High-explosive grenades.
There were still some cars piled up on the street. If the grenades were used well, they could blow up the cars along with them, which would block those troublesome zombie hordes.
"Are you kidding me..."
"It's just throwing grenades, I can do that!"
Saying this,
Sherry decisively pulled the pins and rolled the two High-explosive grenades toward the chassis of a car they were passing.
The two High-explosive grenades successfully rolled into the chassis of the car on the street in the direction Sherry threw them. A few seconds later, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out.
With a "Boom,"
the two piled-up cars were instantly blown into the air. Raging flames burned, and the wreckage of the exploded cars successfully blocked the middle of the road.
They formed an airtight wall of fire, very effectively cutting off the pursuit of the zombie hordes behind them.
Combined with the sky-shattering explosion and the blinding firelight, it instead attracted the attention of the surrounding zombie hordes even more, reducing the number of pursuers.
"Javier, this way, we're almost there,"
"But be a little careful. The closer we get to the city center, the more zombies there will be, and their strength will become more and more terrifying."
And just then,
as the two motorcycles sped along the sidewalk, Ada suddenly turned her head to warn Javier and Sherry behind her.
The map location displayed by the Cube smart device projection in front of her showed they had arrived. At this moment, Lanxiang City's city center had turned into a living hell.
The surroundings were filled with the roars of zombies, and the smell of blood and billowing black smoke was everywhere. Looking up, towering skyscrapers stood on both sides.
The glass on the lower floors was all shattered. The residents hiding inside had all been infected by the c-virus gas; only the glass on the fourth and fifth floors and above remained intact.
And soon,
following Ada's instructions,
the motorcycles driven by the three pulled over in front of a hotel building. According to the laptop's positioning, after the Resident Evil outbreak in Lanxiang City,
Simmons and a group of bodyguards were staying on the top floor, F16, of this hotel building. The top of the hotel building had an open rooftop area.
This meant they had to act quickly; otherwise, with Simmons' status, position, and power, he could request the HK Government to send a helicopter at any time to rescue him directly from the air.
After all, as a senior security advisor to the US Government, he couldn't die here, or it would trigger a series of troublesome diplomatic issues.
"Simmons is on the top floor of the hotel building. He might already be on the rooftop preparing to escape. We must hurry and take action,"
"We can only break in through the lobby, take the elevator straight to F15, and then storm up the fire escape stairs to capture Simmons. What do you think? Is this plan feasible?"
Stopping the motorcycle,
Ada took out the Cube smart device projection from her bosom to take a look, then glanced at the low roars coming from the hotel building lobby, and suddenly asked Javier beside her.
Although this method was simple and crude, the number of zombies inside didn't seem small, and dealing with them would be very troublesome.
Therefore, Ada wanted to ask for Javier's opinion.
If it really didn't work, Ada could use the Grappling Gun to climb up first. After reaching the second floor, the number of zombies would be greatly reduced.
After all, not all zombies could climb buildings; they generally only gathered on the first floor, wandering around.
"No problem, just do as you said, Ada. I'll be responsible for clearing the path later. Sherry, you stay in the middle. Ada, you help look after Sherry and the rear."
To this,
Javier had no objections.
After all, his current strength was no longer what it used to be. In the past, he might have used a more secure method, but now, he could just go full 'Musou' mode.
It just so happened that Javier also wanted to test the power he had gained after the fusion of his T-Virus and G-Virus. The zombies on this floor were very good experimental subjects.
The only thing to worry about was this girl Sherry, but with Ada helping to look after her, there wouldn't be too many problems!
...
On the other side,
on the hotel building rooftop,
Simmons was looking at the chaotic streets below with a gloomy face. Blocked cars were everywhere; without a convenient means of transportation like a motorcycle, it was impossible to drive out.
The roads were already packed. Densely packed zombies wandered aimlessly on the streets, and even from below the hotel building, low roars could be heard.
Some c-virus mutant monsters were staring hungrily at living beings, as if any survivor who dared to step out the door would be devoured whole.
And Simmons and the others
were also trapped on the hotel building's rooftop.
The most fatal thing was that this was the most prosperous part of the city center, with the most foot traffic and the highest number of infected zombies. It was difficult for the government's military to intervene, and escaping was also very difficult.
"Damn it..."
"That madwoman Carla actually fired a c-virus missile at Lanxiang City. Does she want to perish together with me?"
Looking at the chaotic streets below the hotel rooftop, Simmons couldn't help but mutter through gritted teeth.
His face was full of resentment, and at the same time, a faint, sharp pain came from his crotch, making Simmons' face turn several shades paler.
Time was too tight,
Simmons had no time to go to a hospital.
A private doctor had come to handle it. One of the testicles kicked by Ada was already injured, and the pain was unbearable. It only eased after several injections of anesthetic painkillers.
And because the medical environment was too simple, the wound couldn't be properly treated. If it was delayed for too long, it might even need to be removed.
Although one was left,
its function was not as good as before. After all, how could one kidney be enough?
At the thought of this, images of those two identical ugly women, Ada and Carla, flooded Simmons' mind.
He wished he could skin them alive. Facing his soon-to-be-gone sex life, Simmons was exasperated, which was the real reason he was so anxious.
After all,
although he was nearly fifty years old, he had maintained and exercised well. Coupled with the power and wealth in his hands and the annual injections of cell-activating agents, he could live a long life.
As for his sex life,
he could at least continue to enjoy being 'ever-ready' for another twenty years or so. So Simmons was extremely unwilling. With his power and influence, he couldn't give up this part of his pleasure!
"Boss, we've contacted the local government. They agreed to provide us with helicopter rescue support, but it will take about an hour to arrive."
"After all, the outer city areas need a large number of helicopters to rescue other survivors, and the city center is a very dangerous place. Being able to dispatch one for rescue is already not easy."
At this time,
a white bodyguard on the rooftop quickly stepped forward and whispered the news to Simmons. Just as Ada had predicted,
as a senior security advisor to the US Government, Simmons was powerful and influential, and could fully rely on his status to seek help from the local HK Government.
And facing an international friend,
especially a high-level official of the US Government, to avoid unnecessary diplomatic issues, the HK Government would definitely dispatch a helicopter for rescue. So their action speed had to be faster.
"I see, that damn HK Government..."
"Are the lives of those lowly survivors more important than mine? They simply don't know what's important."
After hearing this good news,
Simmons' ugly expression finally softened a bit, but even so, Simmons couldn't help but curse the local government for being too slow.
You should know that he was a senior security advisor to the US Government. His status was much higher than those commoners in the outer city; his life was very precious.
However,
one hour...
Fortunately, his lower-body happiness could still be saved. As long as the helicopter arrived, Simmons could take it and leave Lanxiang City,
checking into a hospital in another city on HK Island. When the time came for a small surgery, he would be able to preserve his lower-body happiness.
Only,
Simmons didn't notice that among the Family Organization bodyguards responsible for protecting him on the rooftop, one white bodyguard had a frantic expression on his face as he looked at Simmons' back.
He was a member of the Neo-Umbrella Organization, a fanatical bio-terrorism enthusiast.
The task assigned by Carla was to kill a member of the Family Organization, sneak in as a bodyguard, and then choose to self-destruct in the dense crowd.
And without a doubt,
now was the best opportunity.
Thinking this, the white bodyguard slowly took a small round iron ball from his pocket. It looked almost identical to the bio-infection weapon Carla had used in the Edonia Republic.
It was packed with a large number of dense needle-tube injectors.
Once released, the 'Pear Blossom' needles of c-virus injectors would stick all over the surrounding crowd, and then perform a mass infection. It was no different from a self-destruction.
As for whether this infiltrated white bodyguard mole would be afraid? The answer was no. They were fanatical worshippers of bio-terrorism.
Like madmen,
they considered the virus infection to be a form of evolution.
They believed they should accept this grace-like evolution. By gaining the power of evolution, they could transcend the human body of flesh and blood and truly ascend to become transcendent beings.
It could be said that this thought was no different from a madman's, but it also made a lot of sense. After all, the Resident Evil viruses were indeed a kind of opportunity.
If you were lucky, you evolved; if you were unlucky, you mutated. It was more or less what these fanatical bio-terrorism worshippers understood.
Unfortunately,
if these fanatical bio-terrorism worshippers had been so proactive back when Wesker released the ouroboros virus intending to evolve all of humanity,
Wesker's ouroboros virus wouldn't have ended up not infecting a single person. How good would it have been to use this group of people for experiments first?
"..."
"Come, accept the gift of God, accept the great power of evolution...!"
Under the puzzled eyes of the other Family Organization bodyguards, this disguised traitor slowly walked to the center of the crowd,
holding the c-virus infection weapon high above his head,
respecting it as if holding a holy relic, and then without hesitation, he began to praise loudly. The next second, he quickly pressed the activation button.
"Click..."
"Bang... Swish swish swish swish swish swish—!!!!!!!!"