"As expected—William's gone ballistic. None of what happened here has anything to do with me; I've got a little dirt on William and Brandon. Help me clean up William's leftovers and the file's yours." Wesker flicked the memory card straight at her.
Carla caught it effortlessly. Compared with Ada she preferred a sundress and a crimson scarf, a big hoop earring flashing—wild and bewitching. "What did William leave behind?"
"Two ninety-percent clones, infected with both the G-Virus and the Uroboros Virus." Wesker jerked a thumb at the monsters behind him.
Eddie wasn't offended by Carla's manner; the woman was actually rather pitiable. "Looks like you and William have finally cut all ties, old friend."
"That's exactly why I'm talking to you. That old dog Spencer created Alex and me for his ugly scheme, and I intend to make him pay! Alex married you—she must have wanted revenge on Spencer too. We can join forces." Wesker spoke with icy calm.
"Or you could just join the BSAA and atone as a soldier—sounds better, doesn't it?" Eddie snorted.
Trying to strike a chord? Sorry, nothing here.
Besides, Alex never even had Spencer on her radar. Hatred? She dissolved it the moment she seized half his assets—unlike Wesker, who toiled half a lifetime and ended up with nothing.
Chapter 544: Excella's Substitute
"Join the BSAA? Hmph—only O'Brien is halfway decent. What if he gets transferred? The rest are idiots; I've got no interest in working with fools." Wesker was proud; even without dreams of world domination or annihilation, he would never bow to anyone.
Being under another's thumb simply wasn't his style.
"I heard some former Umbrella weapons R&D people are forming a Blue Umbrella Corporation to fight global bioweapons—under supervision, of course. You could try it; at least you'd walk in the open." Eddie offered a decent suggestion.
Wesker adjusted his shades. "We'll see. For now let's deal with these two—and with Morpheus."
The moment he finished, Morpheus was swallowed by Uroboros; thanks to his genes he grew even larger while keeping a mostly human silhouette.
The warped creature snatched Leon; had Eddie not slashed off the Uroboros tentacle with a knife, Leon would have been dragged in and absorbed.
"Move out. I'll tell the fleet to open fire—let the navy handle it. Leon, guess you're about to be dumped again," Eddie teased.
"Bull—no such thing! I'm just repaying a life debt!" Leon protested.
Wesker's eyes narrowed; he opened fire on Morpheus with his pistol, round after round.
But Morpheus's actions activated the backup monster program—besides watching for Wesker's escape, they were to keep him safe.
The goal: ensure Wesker died gloriously in battle, leaving no loose ends.
Eddie dialed O'Brien and ordered armed choppers to lock down the area and mark targets for naval bombardment.
Meanwhile Carla dashed to the server room, uploading a program so January and her mother could transmit the data.
Wesker came under attack; William's two G-Creatures and Morpheus's mutated Uroboros form tore into one another.
The three lumps of noodles devoured each other frantically. The G-Virus multiplied rapidly—unable to produce a mature G-organism, it spread like the Las Plagas parasite, continuing as long as nutrients held out.
Leon sprinted away; now that Morpheus's fate was sealed, he had to send his dear "bro"—ahem, dear friend—off to rest in peace.
Wesker stayed put, making sure William's beasts couldn't escape. He flicked out a knife and carved a chunk from his arm, digging out a micro-tracker.
Chris, fighting nearby, pulled Leon back. "We're falling back—stop playing lone-wolf agent, idiot."
"I'm only acting on my convictions. Morpheus is dead—William killed him, turned him into a colossal monster. Only naval guns can finish him off and give him peace. Also, William is heading to Vienna with a load of viruses—there's a United Nations conference underway!" Leon rattled off everything he knew.
"What? Move out—now!" Chris realized the situation had become a nightmare that could shock the entire world.
On Goddess Island, January and her daughter had finished copying all the data via satellite. Mampel had even wiped out a few viruses trying to snoop around.
"All set, Carla. You can pull out," January replied over the radio—relayed by satellite, the message arrived in a flash.
Wearing only a bikini, Mampel hammered at the keyboard. "Mom, when are you and Dad having a second kid? Give me a little sister?".
January rolled her eyes. "No way—ten months of pregnancy is torture."
At the other base, Morpheus had devoured two William clones and a swarm of nearby Majini, ballooning to nearly fifty meters tall. From afar he was the most terrifying bio-weapon ever—an apex abomination.
Eddie dragged Carla and Jill out of the lab-ship, racing to the perimeter.
By now Morpheus's human form was gone; under the Uroboros Virus he simply spread—those deemed unfit were absorbed.
If even Morpheus's physique failed the cut, what body could pass?
"My God, that thing!" A valiant BSAA squad member gasped.
"A waking nightmare for the world," O'Brien murmured, horrified.
A tentacle of the titanic Uroboros creature whipped twenty meters, snaring an attack helicopter and dragging it in to be gruesomely swallowed.
BOOM! A heavy naval shell detonated against the monster's bulk.
The result was poor: only one eye blown out, a small chunk of torso lost. The missing parts regenerated quickly; the more Majini corpses it absorbed, the mightier it grew.
It seemed doomed to the same warped growth path as the G-Virus, destined to become a shapeless blob of monstrous dough.
Wesker seized the chance to flee the lab. A small humanoid Uroboros blocked his way—he sent it flying ten meters with a Buddha-Palm strike. Meek to Eddie, ruthless to trash.
Against low-tier monsters Wesker looked like a war-god: left punch launches one, right punch smashes a Crimson Head Zombie away.
Eddie lit a cigarette. "Only missiles can kill this thing, or maybe thermobaric bombs—definitely not nukes. Who knows what new horror we'd get if it soaked up radiation."
"I'll try to establish contact," O'Brien said wearily. The abomination had to be stopped here.
Almost the moment the intel reached them, officials at the Vienna conference panicked and began evacuating.
Meanwhile British missile batteries locked onto the ship-lab, and EU bases everywhere aimed at the harbor, labeling the strike a live-fire drill.
Chapter 545: Sherry Makes Her Dashing Entrance
WHAM! A missile slammed into the aircraft, blowing it to pieces.
A second followed, setting off a planned secondary blast. A third punched through the fireball and detonated as well.
The fourth carried only incendiary gel, prolonging the aerial inferno.
Protected by two clone bodyguards, William crashed into Vienna. The G-Virus clones cushioned the fall with their bodies, letting him survive.
The doubles died on impact, their corpses punching craters into the road.
William coughed up blood—he didn't have long. He pulled out an upgraded G-Virus, refined with Wesker's blood.
This enhanced strain would keep his mind intact and push him to an evolutionary peak that normally takes eons—powerful, but fatal after twenty-four hours.
A single day of ultimate power in exchange for his life. Mock fate and you choose: be a coward forever, or a hero for one day?