There were also logistics personnel and drivers.
Night was unfavorable for Helicopter operations; on the infrared radar screen, dense clusters of militants could be seen beginning their assault on the military base.
Flying parasites swooped down from the sky—huge bat-like vermin, grotesque and hideous, landing inside the base to gnaw and slaughter.
The Federation's troops reacted fast, blowing the giant bats to bits with vehicle-mounted missiles.
Yet the bats and the flying bat-type parasites had already achieved their goal: to buy time.
Time for the outer-ring demon corpses—Ji-awa—to storm the base.
In the Eastern European tongue, these demon corpses are called Ji-awa—meaning fiends.
High alloy-concrete walls were blasted open with powerful explosives; hijacked vehicle missiles pounded the outer ramparts, tearing holes in the defenses.
Chapter 601: The Biowar Begins
As the walls crumbled, hordes of Ji-awa poured into the Federation's overseas base and clashed with the defenders.
Gunfire crackled without pause. From a watchtower, Eddie watched the show alongside Carla.
Carla kept yawning—clearly short on rest. Work and being a good wife at the same time; you really can't have your cake and eat it.
"Any special changes after they're hit?" Carla asked between yawns, lids heavy. If Simmons saw her like this, he'd probably cough up blood.
"They turn into monsters, yet keep their reason—impressive virus. Only one pity," Eddie nodded.
"Pity what? Tell me, little husband." Carla's beautiful eyes flashed dangerously; if he didn't give a good answer, she might explode.
Eddie eyed the carnage below. "Shame these rejects do almost nothing for our own enhancement."
"True—no matter how many demon corpses, they can't learn; they just repeat old tricks." Carla agreed.
On the field, a single hit meant death for Federation soldiers.
But when an attacker's head was blown off, the Las Plagas parasite would seize the corpse and keep fighting.
An arm shot off might regrow as a colossal centipede limb, stretching to drag soldiers from cover and kill them.
Legs shot off could regenerate—or sprout butterfly-like wings that kept the gunman alive, let him skim low, dodge bullets, and strike from impossible angles.
The disciplined Federation troops were rattled; some were struck by needle bombs, a vial of Pupa Virus injected straight into their veins.
In an instant flames rose inside the depot; dead soldiers pupated into monsters.
Their skin, super-heated, hardened into nigh-impenetrable carapace, able to shrug off rifle fire while boasting vast strength and regeneration.
Bang! A squad fighting nearby heard the rear wall rupture. A limp soldier's corpse flopped in, bent double, bones seemingly snapped.
They spun to see a three-metre behemoth, stone-like carapace plating—reminiscent of a Fossil Tyrant yet far more grotesque, barely human.
Thud! The armored fiend punched a Gatling gunner; soldier and gun flew apart in mid-air.
Rat-tat-tat! Bullets sparked off stone.
Deformed rounds clattered at its feet. Pain maddened the already irritable beast; it charged the shooter.
In under a minute, a ten-man heavy-fire team was annihilated.
Hideous lotus-seed monsters spilled from supply crates, screeching as they vented toxic gas.
The vapour was aerosolized C-Virus, lethally infectious within range.
Inhaling it turned victims into zombies—unlike the shambling waste produced by T-Virus.
C-Virus undead were agile, kept considerable IQ, used weapons, and—like common zombies—craved fresh meat.
"Lotus-seed fiends—monsters Simmons accidentally created while cloning Ada." Carla snapped awake, hatred flashing in her eyes.
Eddie patted her shoulder. "Relax. His end is near; I'll personally send him to hell."
Carla shook her head. "I worry more about you, husband. Stay humble—don't capsize in some gutter."
"Of course. I'll wait for a one-shot chance—don't worry, I'll be fine." Eddie vowed solemnly.
Down below, gas spread; unprepared Federation soldiers collapsed in agony, dying swiftly as the virus ravaged them.
Some troops opened gates, boarded Helicopters and tanks, ready to blast their way out.
In the control room, Kevin slipped in and slew the soldiers before they could trigger demolitions.
Helicopters lifting off were downed by rocket fire; a giant flipped a tank. Eighty-ton steel behemoths were overturned by three-metre armored fiends working together.
Only a handful escaped the camp—yet more demon corpses waited outside; survival was uncertain.
After venting their gas, the Lotus Monsters ignited, burning to ash—erasing all evidence.
Thus a heavily fortified overseas base fell.
bioweapons had slipped in through impossible routes, butchered the garrison, and converted Federation troops into demon corpses under Dominant species Plaga command.
Convoy trucks hauled away the converted soldiers, destination unknown.
Eddie, Carla, and two female bodyguards hovered in the air, coldly watching; no rescue—this was pure spectacle.
A familiar figure emerged; behind him, injected demon corpses received a strange serum.
Kevin directed the demon corpses to loot—taking anything of value, especially guns and ammo.
Eddie couldn't fathom Kevin's plan, but one thing was sure: Kevin was a man out for revenge.
Whoever had sold him out in South America had better watch their back—Kevin might come knocking, blade in hand.
Night made reinforcement impossible; the Western Federation could only dispatch recon planes, finding the Vadoren base already ablaze.
Calls to the base's comms went unanswered.
The brass were terrified—if tomorrow's headlines read "Federation base sacked," real trouble would follow.
Only now did Wesker board a plane to investigate Vadoren.
What exactly was this so-called Neo-Umbrella, and how was it structured?
Chapter 602: Wesker's Wife Ran Away
When Wesker arrived, scavengers had already picked the ruined base clean.
A faint trace of C-Virus lingered in the air—detected instantly by the ever-alert Wesker.