Hosts parasitized by the Las Plagas parasite willingly lose this function; the elderly and children cannot withstand the parasite's power.
In other words, using the Dominant species Plaga does grant immense strength, but it also strips the host of reproductive ability—much like the chieftain who became immortal after eating the Stairway to the Sun, as desireless as the Supreme Lord.
"No, no, I'm not into black women. Come on, get in the car—we need to move." Carlos waved them over.
On the other battlefield, the squad lost three more members. A colossal bat had appeared, its tail grotesquely swollen with a hideous parasite.
Caught off guard, it sprayed sulfuric acid and hurled mature Las Plagas parasites; one unlucky soldier was infected and promptly shot by his comrades.
Eddie finished reading the files and now understood Brandon's plan. William had been brainwashed, injected with an even higher-grade Dominant species Plaga, and given the Uroboros Virus formula. He intended to wipe out European Union cities and make Tricell pay for what it once did!
Eddie copied the data, edited it, and ejected the memory card.
Sophia said, "Eddie, many EU regions are ready to ally with the Western Federation to take you down. Your successful self-enhancement with the virus has made them green with envy. Regions have poured hundreds of billions into this project and got nothing."
"If I throw out a bait first, can I split them apart?" Eddie sneered.
Sophia pondered. "Possible, but don't pick pig teammates. If I had to choose, the British Isles and the Western Federation look decent."
"Looks like you still have feelings for the Western Federation," Eddie chuckled.
"Our family rose from Eastern Europe through military merit," Sophia replied. "We've always stood outside the Federation's hub, focused only on the army."
"True. I know what to do." Eddie left.
On the front line, a new giant appeared. Without Eddie's help, Chris's team struggled until fuel drums exploded, blowing the parasite out and letting them burn it with oil!
"Chris, send reinforcements—watch this and you'll understand." Eddie produced a memory card.
"Where did you get this?" Chris took it, returned to the vehicle, and began analyzing it on the laptop.
"Found it after beating Krauser. He fell into the swamp—no idea if he's dead." Eddie wasn't lying; he really didn't know.
The card revealed Umbrella's traitor William's plot to destroy the world—if Uroboros were released in a city, it would be a catastrophe!
Chapter 540: Unlucky Rebecca
Given the stakes, Chris immediately sent the data to HQ and let OBrien deal with the headache.
The mess involved EU joint-defense treaties, Tricell's involvement, plus balancing the Western Federation's interests.
Only professionals could untangle it—and Kaplan craved exactly this kind of stage.
The down-and-out man had even sold his wife to claw back onto the political stage; now, with every faction converging, it was his moment to swagger.
At a private marina, black mercenaries packed the docks, their faces twisted like Plaga-controlled hosts.
William, in his wheelchair, stared at a photo of Annette and Sherry. Where Annette was, he didn't know—he couldn't find her.
Sherry, however, was studying at Vienna University. The beautiful city drew countless lovers; its hotel industry was famed for every style imaginable—perfect for couples.
William glared coldly. "Sherry, my daughter, you'll evolve into a new human. Hmph, Annette, you bitch—you dared betray me and bear that bastard's child. Damn you!"
Clearly he'd learned Annette had remarried and had another child, driving him insane.
Nothing terrifies a man like cuckoldry—worst of all when he's worn the green hat so long he can't take it off.
"Move it! Start loading the cargo and deliver it to the drop zone!" William waved; a giant gas canister began rolling onto the plane.
"Wesker, you're in charge here. Entertain your old friend properly—if I find out he's still breathing, I'll put a bullet in you myself!" William's eyes blazed with madness as he clapped Wesker on the shoulder.
"Understood." Wesker's face stayed calm while inside he was cursing William to hell.
William suddenly handed something over. "Use this if you have to."
It was a dose of the Uroboros Virus; at the brink of despair it could turn a man into a monster and hold the enemy at bay.
The better the genetic match, the greater the mutation. With a special enough constitution, full absorption—and a corresponding power-up—wasn't impossible.
William boarded the departing plane, leaving the harbor behind. The base had been nothing more than bait to draw BSAA's attention.
Even Brandon hadn't seen it coming; his plan had been for William to identify the perfect Uroboros host here, then tweak the carrier's genes so Brandon could achieve a second-stage enhancement—possibly even rejuvenation.
Instead, William went off-script, apparently intent on destroying the world.
Meanwhile, Chris and the others were still tracking Irving. They finally caught up aboard a massive freighter and cornered the isolated Irving.
Eddie had just completed his first leap via Electromagnetic Imaging, jumping from West Africa to Goddess Island. Sparks danced as an invisible surge of energy shredded the surrounding seawater.
Alexia, humming a tune and wearing open-toed heels, was building the spacecraft. "Back already?"
She wasn't surprised by Eddie's sudden arrival—she and Alex had jointly calculated the Magnetic Positioning jump. Only Eddie could pull it off: a body strong enough and absolute mastery of magnetic fields.
"Sweetheart, wait for me in the room. I need to see Annette first." Eddie shot into the air and dived to the underground lab.
He handed the standard Uroboros sample to Annette for study. Rebecca had also returned—she had a gift for developing vaccines and cracking viruses.
Spotting Rebecca, Eddie flashed a wicked grin and slung her over his shoulder. "Perfect timing, Rebecca. I need a favor."
Three hours later Eddie was back in West Africa—another magnetic burst. Within a meter of the jump-point, rock collapsed and solid stone crumbled to shards.
Jill, cigarette in hand, caught her husband's scent—notes of Alexia and Rebecca's perfume. She understood instantly: balancing the cost and restoring stamina?
Sophia watched thoughtfully. "If we weaponize that method, Eddie's exit point alone would shatter any tough target."
"Not a bad idea—worth exploring," Jill said, exhaling smoke rings.
Eddie caught his breath and tore open a pack of compressed biscuits; Pinpoint Magnetic Jumps burned huge amounts of energy. It was science beyond ordinary comprehension—already a qualitative leap.
How pitiful for Simmons and company. Eddie was entering the qualitative stage while they were still stuck at phase one, unable even to fully analyze human enhancement methods.
On a broad river, a freighter crawled forward while a grotesque sea beast battered its hull.
Support choppers circled overhead. Whenever the beast opened its protective plates, Irving's hideous face appeared—like a worm parasitizing the monster; who was leeching off whom was anyone's guess.
"Hah, this is power—what do you know? You did this to me! Now you'll all die—die with me, straight to hell!" Irving lashed out with tentacles mutated from devoured fish and shellfish.
"Irving, come out—let's talk!" Chris suddenly shouted.
Sure enough, Irving reappeared. "Talk my ass! Die, you damn Federal Agent!"
Bang! A sniper round slammed into Irving before his protective carapace could close.
From the chopper, Sheva aimed a heavy rocket launcher and sent another warhead into the dazed Irving's forehead.
Boom! A shriek followed as Irving's fragments rained across the deck. The huge carcass sank into the riverbed; the remains had to be recovered or the whole waterway would spawn uncontrollable mutants.
One truth was proven: reality isn't a game. Chris and company weren't fools—they'd use any "dirty" tactic necessary to win.