Whether it's a black cat or a white cat, if it catches mice, it's Tom!
Chapter 541: Fake Aunt, Carla
Irving lay on the Deck, only half a body left, head still attached, writhing and still breathing. He stared at Chris with hatred. 'You despicable, shameless bastard—disgusting, no honor!'
Chris waved it off. 'On the battlefield, life and death have no set rules. Tell me: what does William want?'
Irving cackled. 'He'll drag you all to hell. Cough—so what if I was used? I had my fun with those black women. I don't care—ha, I've got AIDS!'
Chris, Piers, and Leon leapt back, terrified the dying man would spit blood on them.
With that, Irving died. A warlord who'd ruled the African arms trade for years, done in by the seemingly honest Chris.
After killing Irving, they found little else.
Soon Sheva uncovered a file in the Control Room, sent from a Harbor sixty kilometers away.
The instant it was located, the EU dispatched a Joint Fleet alongside BSAA heavy assault. The Western Federation sent only a token force.
As soon as she boarded, Sophia cornered Eddie. 'I'm heading home to secure more intel and leverage. Wait for my signal!'
'Not even a hot coffee before takeoff? A two-hour delay's no big deal,' Eddie grinned.
Sophia blinked, then lowered her eyes. 'If you want, I'll stay.'
Three hours later she was on a Private Jet, returning to persuade her family to marry her off and leak false intel to lower their guard.
As Eddie watched Sophia leave, a woman in a blue dress and heels—spitting image of Ada—appeared, Hook Gun in hand, smiling at him.
'Carla! What brings you here?' Eddie walked over.
Carla hugged him. 'Thought you'd mistake me for Ada.'
'No chance. You're you, she's she. Only I can spot the differences. What's up?' Eddie smoothed her hair.
Carla narrowed her eyes, enjoying it. 'Came to throw in with you—problem?'
'So your experiment's finished?' Eddie smirked.
Carla shook her head. 'Half done. I left the data behind. Daniel took over after I left. I walked away clean.'
Eddie swatted her, making her yelp. 'We were never married. Keep talking and I'll smack you—people might get the wrong idea.'
Carla giggled. 'Worried they'll think you're jealous? Relax, I only have eyes for you. I'm here to help—what choice do I have?'
Jill strode over in boots. 'Welcome aboard, Carla.'
Carla shook her hand. 'Thanks, Jill. Boss lady—I'm all yours.'
'Don't be so formal. We're family now. Profit or loss, it's all ours.' Jill sounded like the head wife.
Carla didn't mind. She was a latecomer—just wanted to stick with Eddie. 'I'll do my best.'
Eddie lit a cigarette for both women. 'Carla, you came for something. Name it—I'll get it.'
Carla nodded. 'I need the real Uroboros data, not the sample. Uroboros is high-purity Progenitor mixed with Las Plagas. I can craft a stronger C-Virus. From there, we push toward immortality.'
Eddie told Carla about what had happened to him—how, after passing the fear test, he'd been injected with the T-Phobos Virus and gained magnetic abilities, including the power to use magnetism for point-to-point teleportation.
Carla kept listening, cigarette in hand, and finally said, "It's impressive, all right. The C-Virus I'm researching isn't the bioweapon the Simmons family envisioned; it's meant to enhance the body. But that other idiot is still fixated on making biological weapons, and Daniel isn't working for Simmons alone."
"Why does this feel like we're stuck in Infernal Affairs?" Eddie muttered, confused.
Jill was enjoying every minute of it; she loved having her sisters sit around and chat—gossip about their husbands' antics and the like.
Carla shook her head. "Not that dramatic. Daniel's discreet; he knows some of my little moves, and I know some of his. We keep it unspoken and just milk Simmons's resources for our own projects."
"The Uroboros Virus data should be in the Harbor lab—or only William knows where. Can't we recreate it without the files?" Eddie frowned.
"We can, but it wastes time. Easier is easier—just like how you always look for convenience and do your business in the restroom."
That left Eddie embarrassed. "A-hem, don't change the subject. Got it—I'll head out now. Come with me."
Carla nodded, slipping her arm through his. "Of course. I'm your wife, you're my husband; wherever you go, I go. Don't even think of shaking me off!"
After Chris and Leon, Eddie too boarded a Private Jet. Bodyguard Hilda took the controls, while Eddie and Carla sat in back catching up on old times.
At the Nunarlai Harbor, Wesker was with a Tricell executive: a balding middle-aged man named Jacob, another power broker at Tricell who had long been suppressed by Anruka.
"William has already set out; you can go prepare," Wesker said coldly. His friendship with William Birkin was beyond repair.
Chapter 542: William—Avenging the Green Hat
Wesker smirked. "I'll arrange everything flawlessly. You can leave now and set your stage. Give me the money and I'll do the job—short me by a cent and I'll kill you."
Jacob snorted. "You've been watching too many Hong Kong Gangster Flicks." He walked off, planning to use the window to lay his groundwork and strike at Anruka, seizing more of the family's resources.
Colluding with an unknown organization, manufacturing bioweapons, and tarnishing the company's reputation—those charges combined would give Anruka a headache.
With Anruka toppled, Jacob could step in; it was a shrewd calculation.
Wesker quietly produced the Type-2 Dominant Plaga he had developed. With his strength, merging with a parasite wasn't hard—but he still worried about unforeseen risks. Yet without the parasite, he couldn't leave this hellhole.
He lifted the syringe and injected himself with the Type-2 Dominant Plaga.
In an instant Wesker's eyes blazed scarlet. The sensation was far from pleasant; he could feel the Plaga growing rapidly, claiming his spine and linking to his brain.
Dominant species Plaga were powerful and among the few strains that wouldn't seize control of the host; they were exceedingly rare.
Beneath Salazar's castle, the Plaga Matriarch could only spawn three-form subordinate Plaga, never a Dominant variant.
Because of that scarcity, this type of parasite had become even rarer.
Compared with viruses, Dominant species Plaga granted all-around enhancement while letting the host remain human, able to mutate at will and unleash greater combat power.
Wesker had made up his mind: no mutation. Only an idiot would give up being human to survive as a monster.
Chris and the others soon arrived at the Harbor again, having rested barely two hours on the plane.
The surrounding area had been cordoned off, leaving the local armed factions unusually docile.
The European Union's Joint Fleet and the Western Federation's Marine Corps had both deployed—enough to make the local warlord panic and rush envoys to negotiate.
When he learned the force wasn't aimed at him but at the tax-dodging gang occupying the Harbor, the warlord even wanted to buy firecrackers to celebrate.
After Chris arrived, another rescue group showed up—not TerraSave, but some unknown organization.