Zombie animals like Zombie Dogs are also indispensable; after all, pets quickly become infected after inhaling the virus.
And compared to human zombies, these agile Zombie Dogs are undoubtedly the most troublesome existence. They are likely to hide in the shadows and ambush you with a bite, making them nearly impossible to guard against.
The familiar Shriekers and Bloodshot won't be missing either—one can scream its lungs out to gather a horde, while the other is essentially a standing version of a Licker.
Finally, there are the massive Whoppers, which are obese zombie types. Besides their great weight and strength, the amount of stomach acid stored in their bodies is far greater than that of a typical C-Virus Zombie. Once they are blown apart, they turn into acidic, corrosive suicide trucks, disgusting people even in their final moments.
These six varieties are likely the types of bio-monsters formed by the rapid infection on the downtown streets. Most of the infected belong to these six categories.
They are densely packed everywhere on the streets. Under the destruction of these zombies, Lanxiang City has already begun to fall into a state of chaotic ruin.
The imagined apocalypse arrived quickly, and with such speed that it gave the residents almost no time to prepare. Only those who obediently hid in high-rise buildings managed to survive.
Fortunately, because Javier forged a warning message from members of the BSAA, the local HK Government reacted very quickly. They not only surrounded the entire Lanxiang City to prevent the further spread of the c-virus, but also dispatched a large number of armed forces to begin entering the Resident Evil infection zones of Lanxiang City for support and rescue.
In some of the outer areas of the city, around the third and fourth ring roads, a large number of survivors have already been rescued.
After all, the location where the c-virus missile fell and exploded was the center of Lanxiang City; these peripheral areas suffered little impact, so the rescue speed there was the fastest.
"..."
"So, did you see Carla? Ada... how do you plan to deal with her?"
On the rooftop,
after looking at the chaotic streets in the city center, Javier slowly took off his gas mask. The danger from the first wave of gas diffusion had vanished.
From now on, only the threat of spreaders like the Beauty Beast remained.
Therefore, there was no need to continue wearing the gas mask. Taking advantage of this moment, Javier asked Ada, who was beside him, wanting to hear her opinion.
"Do you even need to ask me that? Javier, you should have had the answer in your heart long ago."
"That woman has gone mad. Although she's a clone and was deceived by Simmons, I actually pity her quite a bit. But if any woman wants to replace me, then there's no need for negotiation."
"Just follow the original plan. Once we obtain her c-virus data and samples, just dispose of her."
Hearing Javier's question,
Ada explained helplessly, a look of deep displeasure appearing on her pretty face. Of course, this wasn't dissatisfaction with Javier, but with the woman named Carla.
It was one thing to be her clone,
one thing to live with her face, and even one thing to beg for mercy between Simmons' legs, but Carla absolutely should not have tried to replace her.
She even used Ada's name to take the blame,
causing her to be misunderstood by the BSAA. This had already crossed Ada's bottom line, so Carla could not be allowed to stay. She had brought this upon herself.
However, from his tone,
it seemed Javier had some intention of keeping her?
This indeed caused a small spark of dissatisfaction to rise in Ada. She now highly suspected if Javier was thinking with his lower half—was having the real deal like her not enough, and he wanted to go for a twin threesome instead?
Facing Ada's resentful, pouting expression,
Javier didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hadn't expected Ada to have such a feminine, jealous side; it was truly adorable.
At the same time, he felt very wrongly accused.
The reason he asked was mainly because he didn't want to meddle in Carla's affairs, but rather intended for Ada to handle it herself.
After all, they had made an agreement before; he couldn't go back on it. One's own double, one's own 'Six-Eared Macaque,' must be dealt with by oneself.
As for a threesome,
that is indeed every man's dream, but unfortunately, Carla had already been touched by Simmons, so Javier wasn't interested.
"Don't overthink things..."
"I just wanted you to deal with Carla yourself, but I was afraid you might let her go out of the kindness of your heart, so I wanted to hear your thoughts first. But now it seems... I didn't need to worry about that."
"But for now, let's go find Simmons first. We'll deal with Simmons before handling Carla. As long as we have Simmons in hand,"
"then that woman Carla shouldn't be able to run very far. After all, in a sense, Simmons is her lifeblood; she wants nothing more than for Simmons to die at her hands."
Shaking his head,
Javier explained calmly. To this, Ada gave a cold snort, her expression once again saying 'at least you're sensible.'
She then also removed her gas mask, brushed back the hair at her temples, and prepared to follow Javier off the rooftop to capture Simmons.
"Gag, gag, gag..."
"What disgusting, expired dog food. Uncle, and Auntie Ada, before you two start being all lovey-dovey, could you have a little consideration for me, the bystander? Or rather... the third wheel."
"Also... Javier, I am definitely going to tell Auntie Lisa about today. You're dead meat; you absolutely won't be able to change my mind."
However,
at this very moment,
an ill-timed voice suddenly rang out. Turning around, they realized it was Sherry, the third wheel.
Because her young heart had suffered through the public display of affection from these two old-timers, Sherry was currently in a very foul mood.
She simply started speaking rudely, while also planning to report Uncle Javier's philandering behavior when they got back. Although Javier was good in every other way,
he was just too much of a playboy.
He already had her, his precious daughter, and Auntie Lisa, yet he still had to mess around outside.
And he even blatantly showed off his affection in front of her. How could Sherry accept this? You have to know, she hadn't even been in a relationship in all her years. It was too hateful!
"Are you sure...?"
"Then I won't give you any more pocket money, and I'll stop your cards as well. After all, Sherry, you're not a child anymore; it's time you lived independently."
Hearing the girl's threat, Javier couldn't help but chuckle as he spoke. He had plenty of ways and means to deal with this little girl.
"Hmph, stop them then..."
"I, Miss Sherry, have long been able to support myself. I don't care about your money at all, Javier. For making me eat dog food and be a third wheel, I'm definitely going to tattle to Auntie Lisa when I get back."
To this,
Sherry crossed her arms, wearing a very disdainful expression. This girl's wings were getting stronger; if she wasn't disciplined for three days, she'd be tearing the roof off.
The reason Sherry was so fearless
was that she had a backup hidden energy source. Not counting the millions, the private savings she had accumulated since she was little amounted to hundreds of thousands of dollars, enough for Sherry to live comfortably for a long time.
She wasn't afraid at all of her guardian, Javier, cutting off her money. This was her confidence.
As for supporting herself... ahem,
because she had been spoiled by Javier,
Sherry had never actually been self-reliant. She could neither cook nor wash clothes; she was a proper young mistress.
She was indeed quite different from the original, sensible Sherry. After all, that Sherry's personality had only changed after suffering through the US Government's experimental torture.
"Oh, I remember your private savings are hidden in a small iron box under your bed, right? Eight hundred thousand dollars, that really is quite a lot...!"
Unfortunately,
the little fox was no match for the old fox. Javier had plenty of ways to handle Sherry. As soon as he said this, Sherry's face immediately fell, and she quickly changed her tune, stepping forward to flatter Javier with a giggle and beg for forgiveness.
Just kidding... if her private savings were also confiscated, then it would truly be over. After all, Sherry knew very well who held the economic lifeblood of the family.
Although Javier's status in the family wasn't as high as Auntie Lisa's,
Auntie Lisa didn't manage the money. After all, she was responsible for researching bio-viruses and had no time for such things. Thus, Sherry ultimately had to bow to the 'evil forces.'
At this,
Ada, who was nearby, covered her mouth and chuckled. This little girl—though your future stepmother might not be able to educate you, your future stepfather certainly can do so with ease.
Ahem... wait, that's not right. She didn't want to be the 'other woman,' but why were so many strange thoughts popping into her head?
"But, Javier,"
"are we not going to save those residents?"
Just as Sherry realized Javier and Ada intended to leave directly to find that guy named Simmons, she looked back.
Seeing survivors desperately running and calling for help on the streets, Sherry couldn't help but ask. She had thought she was here for atonement and to save people, but currently, it didn't seem that way.
"No need. The local Government Forces and the BSAA Squad will go to save those survivors. We have our own more important mission."
"Only by dealing with the source will these bio-crisis disasters stop happening in the future. Besides... how many survivors can the three of us really save?"
Facing Sherry's inquiry and plea,
Javier decisively shook his head and refused. Although he knew Sherry was kind-hearted, Javier still declined. After all, they couldn't lose the forest for the trees; Simmons and Carla were the real big fish.
Leave professional matters to professional people. The few extra survivors they might save wouldn't change the outcome of the event.
But only by grasping the source could such things be prevented from happening again. This could be considered Javier's first lesson to Sherry about entering society: one cannot be blindly kind.
Because the world's beggars and sufferers can never be fully saved. Rather than giving charity to these beggars and sufferers,
it's better to change and improve their quality of life and reduce the creation of such people. That is solving the problem at its source.
"..."
To this,
Sherry seemed to understand something, yet also seemed not to. She could only nod heavily to indicate she understood...
Volume 9 Resident Evil 6: Chapter 40 Fanatical Cultist
Lanxiang City——
Vroom vroom vroom...
Roar——!!!
On the congested streets,
Javier was driving a vintage motorcycle,
weaving freely through the chaotic streets. Possessing riding skills, driving a motorcycle was as simple for him as controlling it with his mind,
as if the engine beneath him wasn't an inanimate object but a living horse, the kind that would automatically dodge and jump when encountering obstacles.
Behind him sat the girl Sherry,
holding a riot shotgun and pulling the trigger willfully in the streets. With each gunshot, the zombies blocking the way ahead and to the left fell one after another.
The marksmanship she had practiced through devilish training for so long finally showed its use.
Blood splattered onto her pretty little face, but Sherry wasn't afraid at all; instead, she cheered loudly with extreme excitement.
Bang bang bang——!!!
"Successfully took one down! Javier, a fat guy is chasing us, and there's another blood-covered monster behind him that's also very fast!"
The magazine was exhausted,
and Sherry quickly took out bullets to reload the shotgun. In the moment she turned her head, Sherry's water-blue eyes immediately noticed two figures chasing closely behind them.
One was an incredibly huge fat guy who, despite his size, wasn't slow. The other was a blood-covered zombie that crawled very quickly,
almost as if it were walking on walls, biting at the heels of the motorcycle, only a few dozen meters away from catching up.
"..."
Hearing this, Javier glanced at the motorcycle's rearview mirror.