Bang! The next second, the teleporting Wesker maximized his speed, turning his palm into a blade, and pierced Spencer's heart with a hand chop.
"Go to hell, you demon, old ghost, old immortal!" Wesker cursed with every word he could think of.
Bang! The next second, the special forces kicked open the door and burst in.
The man leading them was Chris, who looked at the scene in surprise. "Wesker! What are you doing here? Let go of Spencer, he's a suspect, don't do anything foolish!"
Wesker sneered, "Revenge also has a pecking order!" With that, he carried Spencer's corpse and crashed down the cliff.
The ancient castle was built on a cliff over 170 meters high. Falling from here, even into the sea, one could easily die from hitting rocks!
"No!" Chris shouted, running over, only to see the two fall into the sea, the storm blurring his vision.
Leon, meanwhile, asked, "Eddie, why are you here?"
Eddie wasn't flustered. "Spencer sent me a private email; I came to see what he was up to."
On the other side, the butler, Patrick, remained calmly in place. When someone went to check on him, they discovered he was already dead, having passed away at some unknown time, no wonder his expression had been so blank.
With the help of Chris and Leon, plus Eddie's own connections, they weren't given a hard time.
Wesker jumped off the cliff not to die, but to escape the ancient castle. Facing the BSAA team, who had already arrived with professional equipment, he chose the most direct and safest method.
This was Wesker's personality: always choosing the most assured path, rather than taking risks.
Two days later, in the romantic capital of France.
In front of a cafe, Alex, with light makeup and casual clothes, was still effortlessly stunning, her sunglasses obscuring most of her face, yet her Return rate (rate of people turning their heads) remained high.
Some women are just beautiful, even if they do nothing. There's a kind of love that, even if hidden in a closet, will still be found by the other person's husband.
"Wesker is nowhere to be found, and Spencer's body hasn't been recovered either." Eddie took a small sip of coffee, looking at the lightly dressed women around him. Indeed, it was truly the romantic capital, a feast for the eyes.
Alex held a newspaper, a charming smile playing on her lips. "It's normal, I expected this. Even if Spencer isn't dead, Wesker will use him as an experimental pawn. That New Human Creator project is contagious. Albert and Spencer have very similar personalities: arrogant and aloof."
"Perhaps one day, he'll stand up and declare he wants to destroy the world?" Eddie responded with a smile, his eyes constantly appraising his wife; she was simply beautiful, simply lovely.
"Perhaps. We've got what we wanted, it's time to go back. The last item should be found in the deep sea of the Bering Sea, a special kind of sea mud." Alex gently stroked the golden hair by her ear, a gesture that imbued her with mature and intellectual beauty.
"Before we go back, how about we go somewhere to have some fun?" Eddie said, looking at the large hotel in the distance.
"Heh heh, as long as you're happy, I'll accompany you to the end!" Alex chuckled; anyway, she didn't want a second child for now.
In a secret base, a revived Spencer found himself being used as an experimental subject.
Wesker stood in front of the operating table, performing an Ouroboros transplant on Spencer, to test the dosage and conditions for Ouroboros assimilation.
"What are you doing, you little beast!" Spencer had an inexplicable fear of the operating table; lying there, he felt no different from a dying man.
"You are the best experiment. Didn't you say you wanted to become the god of this world? You won't have that chance; that chance is reserved for me!" Wesker sneered.
"Haha, don't forget, there's also Alex, that woman won't let you succeed," Spencer retorted.
Wesker paused. "You're wrong, I've talked to her. Eddie's ambition isn't here; his idea is to explore space, and his ideas are even more laughable to me."
"If you believe what she says, you're an idiot!" Spencer tried to sow discord.
Pfft! "Ah!" Spencer immediately screamed; his finger had been severed, and without anesthesia, the pain was unimaginable.
Wesker stood up, picked up the red wine from the operating table, and tasted it. "The taste is good, '83 red wine, priceless."
"Beast, you'll die a horrible death!" Spencer cursed weakly.
"It's no use, old man. I can wait, continue to wait. When Eddie leaves, the world will be my stage. I originally wanted to implement my plan, but thanks to you fools paving the way, I'm not in a hurry now; I can afford to wait!" Wesker laughed maniacally.
In the empty laboratory, Albert shed his disguise, laughing manically, as if venting years of resentment and dissatisfaction.
Meanwhile, on an island in the Bering Sea, the elderly Brandon stood on the island's tall tower.
"So, Spencer is dead?" Brandon sneered.
"He shouldn't be dead, but he definitely won't live a good life, a fate worse than death." The speaker was none other than the butler, Patrick, who had been pronounced dead!
How did this scumbag survive? No one knew, and no one cared.
"It seems the Western Federation will be knocking on our door soon. Starting today, transfer the data away, and you leave too, go to Eastern Europe. Heh heh!" Brandon smiled sinisterly, lost in thought.
Chapter 588: Fighting Alongside the Queen
"Master, aren't you going to retreat with us?" Patrick asked.
"No need, I will prove to the whole world my death, ah haha!" Brandon laughed nervously.
"Alright, Master, I'll make the arrangements. Once in Eastern Europe, what should I do?" Patrick continued to ask.
"Assist Daniel and his team with regional control and retaliate against the high-ranking officials of the Western Federation." Brandon's expression showed no change.
No one knew that Daniel was actually Brandon's illegitimate son; this father and son pair had hidden their relationship very deeply. No one, not even professional spies, had ever uncovered this secret.
"Understood, Master, I will handle it. I believe it would be better to have all personnel perish to keep the secret, so no information leaks out," Patrick said.
Brandon waved his hand. "If they survived, let them live, let them go. This place is already hell on earth; let's not add more sins."
All of this was detected by the hidden Ada and Sienna, both top spies.
Even upon hearing such explosive content, they remained calm.
With invisible magnetic field protection and special clothing material, not even infrared temperature detection equipment could detect them.
It wasn't until Brandon left that Ada and Sienna, still in stealth, entered the interior of the high tower.
The next second, Brandon returned to where he had been standing, feeling a sense of being watched, though he didn't know by what.
There were also red-eyed crows in the sky, seemingly watching him. Were the crows monitoring him?
There wasn't much on the ground, only some wanderers, not even a single living creature.
Brandon was somewhat suspicious; could it really be that he was just being overly cautious?
Although Brandon had undergone one enhancement, he still couldn't detect Ada, who had undergone several enhancements and passed the fear test.
Inside the high tower, Ada was sifting through data, while Sienna was on alert and simultaneously collecting data.
Christine, on duty on Goddess Island, extracted and converted the received data, which presented itself as experimental data.
The data showed experiments with the T-Phobos Virus; they were still searching for the perfect physique and conditions for complete fusion.