Lisa took Eddie's cigarette and started smoking it herself, not caring that he had already used it. "Is that so? I was just reminding you. You are indeed very strong. I'm going to close my eyes and rest!"
Lisa looked a bit weak; she truly needed rest. She would recover in just a moment.
Sometimes, being a bodyguard truly wasn't simple, especially when a female bodyguard encountered her male employer; it could become rather awkward.
Half an hour later, on an unnamed island, the European Union fleet combined forces to launch an attack on the Church of Light.
Under the bombardment of naval cannons, the island's area was almost completely covered. This sudden strike left the mercenaries on the island somewhat bewildered.
After half an hour of continuous fleet shelling, the BSAA team and armed forces from the European Union region advanced onto the island.
Eddie had just arrived. As soon as he stepped off the plane, Lisa was the first to lightly jump down, looking radiant, her fair face still bearing the flush from their intimate moment, stunningly beautiful.
After getting off the plane, he spotted an old acquaintance: Dawn, the profit-driven former Umbrella researcher and current WilPharma Chief Researcher.
This British gentleman greeted him heartily, "Hi, Dr. Eddie, long time no see. I didn't expect us to meet again under these circumstances."
"So-so. I don't really want to see you. It's best for two foxes to hunt in their own territory rather than trespass into the other's territory to hunt, isn't that right?" Eddie tossed him a cigarette, lit one for himself, and Lisa very tactfully lit his.
Dawn laughed heartily after seeing this and picked up his own lighter. "Dr. Eddie never lacks such virtuous beauties by his side. I didn't seek this job; headquarters commanded it, and I couldn't refuse."
"The vaccine research must have earned you enough already. Just watch the show from the sidelines. The waters here are deep, and I don't even want to enter them." Eddie finished speaking and left.
Dawn lowered his head, "Thank you for the reminder!"
The island covered by artillery fire had already resulted in a large number of casualties. Even the few factory facilities were mostly destroyed.
Krauser surprisingly survived. The Dominant species Plaga not only restored his left arm but also granted him greater power.
Clear-headed and powerful—wasn't this what he had always dreamed of? Now that the island was under attack, it was time for him to find a way out. If only one special agent had come onto the island, he would have unhesitatingly risked his life for Sadler. But now facing an entire army, he wasn't stupid; he absolutely wouldn't clash head-on with a steel legion—that would be courting death.
Just as Krauser was about to leave, Sadler walked over, holding a bizarre staff covered in parasites. The strange eyes and tentacles of the parasite could be seen at the top of the staff.
"Krauser, I command you to block those people. Drag it out for as long as you can." Sadler ordered.
"I think now is the time to retreat, not to attack." Krauser was clearly unwilling.
"Is that so? Do you think that just because you gained power, you can resist me?" Sadler said coldly, his expression incomparably frigid. Coupled with his extremely hideous appearance, it was truly nauseating.
"I just want to live, and I'm reminding you, this is not the optimal time to attack." Krauser snorted, unconsciously pulling out his tactical dagger.
Sadler raised his palm. "Hmph, my servant, go block those enemies for me. Go, go!"
Following a burst of infrasound, Krauser's consciousness was controlled, and he obediently walked out.
Sadler sneered, "Idiot, do you really think a Dominant type cannot control another Dominant type?"
As Krauser left, the joint forces encountered the most stubborn resistance. Various high-powered weapons tore the stealth reconnaissance soldiers to shreds.
These mercenaries controlled by the Plaga used improvised explosives and modern weapons, coupled with considerable experience. For a time, even the experienced special forces personnel were suppressed and unable to raise their heads. It wasn't that they were incompetent, but that the opponents were too powerful.
On the BSAA side, Team B and Team C launched a frontal assault together, while the Alpha Team led by Chris quickly maneuvered to prepare to surround the last enemy, preventing the Church of Light's leader, Zhang Wuji—I mean, Sadler—from escaping.
Eddie brought Lisa to fight alongside Sheva's squad, and they immediately saw several gigantic giants rush out, smashing several soldiers to death with boulders.
They weren't arrogant for long before they were taken out by a direct rocket launch.
To deal with these monsters, the rocket launcher, a divine artifact for infantry combat, was carried most frequently. To deal with difficult enemies, one must be simple and crude. Don't waste time talking; talking means a rocket launch.
As they continued to push forward, there were also dozens of Dobermans here. These hounds had been parasitized by the Plaga and turned into Parasitic Hounds.
After being killed, they would also burst out with parasites to attack. At close range, they could directly pierce body armor and kill soldiers!
After Sheva killed one Parasitic Hound, two more rushed over. She could only deal with the Parasitic Hound on the right first, and then the hound on the left.
Unfortunately, the hound that was just killed burst out with a parasite, which wrapped around Sheva's foot, preventing her from turning. She was about to be bitten to death by the hound—she was capsizing in the drainage ditch!
Eddie intervened immediately, shooting the hound on the left dead, then turning and kicking the hound on the right dead. He pulled Sheva over, then stomped on the Las Plagas parasite on the ground. The action was seamless, a textbook example of a hero saving a beauty!
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Sheva hadn't quite recovered her senses. After a moment, she said, "Thank you. You've saved me so many times."
Eddie nodded seriously, "That's right. So when are you planning to repay me by offering yourself in marriage? I'm quite looking forward to it."
"Huh?" Sheva was stunned. She didn't know how to answer. How could this guy be so shameless?
Eddie just smiled. "Don't be silly, I'm joking. Next time, don't be so aggressive. A steady, gradual tactical approach is always the most effective when dealing with biological weapons!"
Sheva's beautiful eyes flickered. Although she was a black woman, she was strikingly attractive, and her figure was excellent—even models would feel inferior—and she didn't suffer from the typical facial recognition difficulties often associated with some black people.
In the central area, the temporarily controlled Krauser was indeed very tricky. Even when hit by bullets, he could recover quickly. His skilled trap setting and close-quarters combat had already led to the annihilation of one special forces unit, specifically the squad sent by France.
"We've encountered a tricky target, requesting air support, requesting air support!" an Iberian Kingdom squad leader said into his walkie-talkie while hiding behind a rock.
The next second, Krauser's left hand rapidly mutated, transforming into a sharp, blade-like spike that shattered the ten-ton boulder and accurately killed the squad leader.
Pierced through the heart, the corpse was flung to the side.
Krauser quickly reverted his left hand back to normal, though his arm had many cracks that hadn't healed immediately.
The Law of Conservation of Mass failed Krauser for the first time; the fact that this mutation could revert was quite outrageous!
Krauser, before encountering that special agent who could use a magical first-aid spray and survive being blown up by bombs, was still very capable and extremely tricky.
At the rear of the island, Sadler sent some research personnel onto a ship, while he himself prepared to leave on a second vessel.
Just then, a bomb fell in front of him. The other cultists were unprepared and were instantly blown away, lying on the ground twitching.
But Sadler was completely unharmed, only his bizarre robes were slightly damaged.
Wesker, wearing sunglasses, slicked-back hair, and a pitch-black suit and leather shoes, appeared. He jumped directly from a distance of three meters, landing in front of Sadler.
"Friend, are you here to stop me too? I don't think you are my match." Sadler sneered, showing no panic.
Wesker extended his hand. "Give me the Dominant species Plaga, and I'll let you go."
"And if I don't give it to you, you'll kill me?" Sadler grinned menacingly, raising his head, his eyes filled with utter disdain.
That look reminded Wesker of the way Sergei looked at him—a look of superiority, contempt, intense mockery, disdain, and condescension.
That look irritated Wesker, so he moved instantly and punched Sadler, sending him flying.
Bang! Sadler slammed directly into a steel pillar, deforming it, before finally falling onto the steel plate, looking extremely disheveled.
Wesker spoke in an incomparably cold tone, "I will repeat myself: Give me the item, or you die!"
Sadler was still laughing heartily. "No. You have great strength. Why not join me in the struggle? Join the Church of Light, and you will find salvation, child. Come, join my faith!"