Volume 9 Resident Evil 6: Chapter 41 The Slaughter Begins
"What nonsense are you talking about...?"
Hearing the strange movement behind him, Simmons, who was at the front, turned his head in confusion.
Looking at the white bodyguard with a face full of fanatical worship, Simmons frowned deeply and couldn't help but bark a sharp reprimand.
Being trapped on the rooftop of this hotel building was already infuriating enough, and now a bodyguard from his own Family Organization was going crazy; how could Simmons tolerate this?
But in the next second,
When Simmons saw the small metal sphere held high in the white bodyguard's hand, his expression instantly froze.
His pupils contracted instantly,
A look of terror appeared on his face as he hurriedly grabbed a personal bodyguard nearby to shield himself, while quickly crouching down.
Simmons and Carla were in a cooperative relationship.
Back when they were researching the c-virus,
Simmons had seen many c-virus infection weapons created by Carla, and this small metal sphere was one of them.
Once released,
Dense c-virus injectors would instantly burst out from within, injecting and infecting every enemy in sight with the c-virus; the narrower the space, the more effective this weapon was.
Combined with the fanatical expression of worship on the white bodyguard's face, Simmons didn't need to think twice.
He immediately determined that this must be one of the spies sent by that madwoman Carla; after all, members of the Neo-Umbrella Organization
were all a bunch of fanatical bioterrorism worshippers. That frantic expression, comparable to a cultist's, was something few people could fake.
Bang...!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!!!!!
As expected,
The moment the mechanism on the small metal ball was pressed, the shell instantly popped open, and c-virus injectors roughly the size of a pinky finger shot out in all directions.
It was comparable to a Storm of Pear Blossom Needles.
About twenty to thirty needles flew out in a 360-degree radius with no blind spots. Before the surrounding Family Organization bodyguards could even react to what was happening,
they were instantly hit by these injectors.
Fortunately, the crowd of bodyguards was very dense. Some bodyguards standing behind were not hit by the c-virus injectors and luckily managed to dodge, including the quick-reacting Simmons.
Thus, after the small metal ball's injectors finished their barrage,
Aside from the hidden spy, only about a dozen unfortunate people were hit. Among them, the unluckiest bodyguards were even stuck with about two or three needles.
"Madman..."
"A complete and utter madman! Run, run! Run toward the stairwell! Come over and protect my retreat...!"
However,
Simmons, who knew the horror of c-virus infection weapons, did not lower his guard. Instead, he immediately shouted orders at the personal bodyguards beside him in a panic.
He then scrambled toward the rooftop stairwell, because these c-virus injectors were not meant to kill,
but to infect.
These bodyguards who were stuck
would turn into incredibly terrifying c-virus bio-monsters in less than a minute. By then, the entire rooftop would be the territory of these monsters.
And they didn't have any powerful weapons.
Earlier in the hotel room corridor, a mere two c-virus mutants had easily finished off over twenty of his bodyguards.
Now there were over a dozen bio-monsters.
Simmons didn't think for a second that he and the bodyguards under his command could resist, so retreating to the stairwell was the most correct course of action.
Blech... ugh-ugh-ugh...!!!
Cough, cough... ahhh...!!!!
As expected,
Just as Simmons led his men to retreat and hold the rooftop stairwell, the bodyguards hit by the c-virus injectors immediately began their infectious mutation.
The skin all over their bodies quickly became hot and red, thick steam drifted off them, veins bulged, and blood couldn't help but flow from the corners of their eyes and ears.
Their skin ulcerated, their eyes rolled back showing only white,
And having completely lost consciousness, they instantly turned into zombies, slowly walking toward the rooftop stairwell as they caught the scent of living beings.
Some unlucky bodyguards could only mutate into the lowest variety of C-Virus Zombie, which could be said to be the weakest.
If they were all just zombie-level monsters, then the Family Organization led by Simmons could easily wipe them out.
But unfortunately,
There were only two C-Virus Zombies. Of the remaining ten infected bodyguards, two turned into a Shrieker and a Bloodshot.
Seven turned into chrysalids.
There was no doubt that powerful mutants like Rasklapanje and Strelats were inside. The last one was even 'luckier,' directly turning into a mass of milky-white tumorous growths with a bloated belly.
That was a Beauty Beast.
The only infectious spreader that could actively release toxic gas.
For Simmons and the others, this was simply the worst luck possible; after all, they didn't have any gas mask equipment.
The appearance of the Beauty Beast was a very troublesome existence for them, but for that infected bodyguard,
the luck was quite good.
After all, he had been stuck with three needles at once, and the concentration of c-virus absorbed into his body was too high, allowing him to luckily transform into a mini-boss like the Beauty Beast.
"Fire! Fire...!!!"
"Hold the door! You must not let them get close! Focus fire on that white monster first while those chrysalids haven't broken open yet!"
"You must kill that white monster first! It's the only source of infection! If you don't want to be turned into monsters, kill it first!"
The moment he saw the Beauty Beast,
Simmons' hair stood on end, and he issued commands with rapid-fire urgency.
As one of the researchers of the c-virus,
Simmons naturally knew the terror of the Beauty Beast. This thing was the only creature among the c-virus monsters that could spread the infection.
As long as it was there,
there would be a steady stream of c-virus monsters.
Therefore, the Beauty Beast was the priority target to be focused and killed instantly. The most critical thing was to never let it get close.
Once it got close,
even if it was blown apart,
the Beauty Beast would spray out dense c-virus toxic gas to disperse before dying. If these people were close, they would be re-infected by the c-virus!
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...!!!!
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat...!!!!
In the next second,
A dense net of firepower suddenly erupted from the narrow fire exit stairwell, and all kinds of weapons rapidly opened fire.
The Family Organization bodyguards fired frantically. There were assault rifles, submachine guns, pistols, shotguns—all sorts of gunfire and muzzle flashes.
But without exception, all their sights were aimed at the Beauty Beast, bullets pouring out like raindrops.
Nearly a hundred bullets were pumped into the Beauty Beast's body. The milky-white tumors on its skin didn't even have time to spray lethal toxic gas
before it was instantly riddled with holes by the metal bullets. Blood and bullets flew and splashed together. By the time the first round of the fire net was emptied and entered a cooling period,
the Beauty Beast's massive body had already slowly collapsed, its abdomen looking as if a hole had been scooped out of it.
Blood wouldn't stop flowing from within,
The wound was covered in dense bullet holes. The Beauty Beast struggled on the ground, letting out pained roars. It had only been infected for less than a minute before being hit by hundreds of bullets. Where was the justice in that?
Roar, roar, roar...!!!
Boom—!!!
After an unwilling roar,
the Beauty Beast on the ground could not withstand the side effects of the c-virus,
and it instantly exploded on the spot. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, accompanied by a thick purple-blue toxic gas that continuously spread toward all corners of the rooftop.
Fortunately, the hotel building's rooftop was large enough, and the Beauty Beast was far enough from the rooftop stairwell. Plus, the night wind at high altitude was strong, quickly dispersing the lethal toxic gas.
If it had been allowed to get a bit closer to the rooftop stairwell before exploding, they really might have been affected. Focusing fire on the Beauty Beast first was indeed a very wise choice.
But...
Crack, crack...!
The most lethal mini-boss, the Beauty Beast, was indeed dead, but the remaining humanoid chrysalids had instantly burst open.
One monster after another with different forms appeared before Simmons and the Family Organization people: Rasklapanje, Strelats, Neopteran, and a new species, the Moonlight Crow. How were they supposed to deal with these elite monsters?
Roar, roar, roar...
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
Caw, caw, caw...
Four different types of c-virus mutant monsters let out various sharp and ear-piercing cries almost at the same time. When their gaze fell upon the living beings at the rooftop stairwell,
Several of them launched an attack without any hesitation. The Rasklapanje, with its terrifying armor-like defense, led the front.
The lightning-fast Strelats circled from the left to launch a surprise attack, while the Neopteran quickly deployed its Killer Bee swarm, which surged frantically toward the rooftop stairwell.
The Moonlight Crow also raised its sharp talons and quickly dove down. Every single monster was incredibly horrifying. The moment he saw these c-virus mutant monsters launch their attack,
Simmons had almost no hesitation.
He immediately turned and ran. It wasn't that he lacked confidence; it was just that these monsters were too frightening. There were only a dozen or so bodyguards left at the stairwell entrance,
And without any high-powered heavy weapons, they simply couldn't hold them back. Simmons was forced to choose to flee into room F16.
He hoped that by hiding in the bathroom,
he wouldn't be found by these monsters. As long as he held out until the Government Forces' helicopter support arrived, he could escape this hellhole...!
...
Meanwhile, on the other side,
At the entrance of the hotel building's lobby,
Looking at the first-floor lobby where low roars were constantly coming from, Javier and the other two didn't hesitate for a second and quickly stepped inside.
Behind him were Sherry Birkin, tightly gripping a shotgun, and Ada Wong, holding an explosive crossbow. Javier led the way in front. He didn't carry any high-powered heavy weapons,
but instead held a sharp steel blade.
When one's physical fitness has been strengthened to a very high level, the body itself is a weapon. Therefore, there was no need to continue using firearms to kill zombies.
It would feel a bit like overkill. After all, most current firearms were no different from fire-poker sticks to Javier now.
Step, step, step...
The sound of footsteps was very clear in the first-floor lobby.
Almost the instant Javier and the other two stepped in, the surrounding gathered zombies all turned their gazes toward them.
Their eyes were filled with a thick, crimson, murderous light, looking like famished wild beasts as they couldn't help but pounce forward one after another.
Heh, heh, heh...
Roar, roar, roar, roar, roar—!!!!!!
Eerie gasps and roars constantly came from all directions. The first-floor lobby was filled entirely with C-Virus Zombies.