Helena drew her pistol to deal with the fast-moving zombies, only to see Eddie's three bodyguards slaughtering everything in sight.
Jessica and Lisa were clearly enjoying themselves, exploding zombie heads with single punches.
C-Virus mutants aren't your average undead; unlike T-Virus strains they keep basic human features and their skulls are rock-hard. Smashing one with a bare fist should be impossible.
Helena was starting to believe Eddie had used a virus to boost himself—without that kind of enhancement, how could anyone have such strength? It defied common sense.
Compared with Jessica and Lisa's savagery, Hilda was almost gentle, punting the zombies away like footballs with every swing of her stilettos.
One kick sent a zombie flying twenty metres, bowling over a whole group and snapping their bones so badly they couldn't even crawl.
Helena swallowed; this level of power was insane—were these people even human?
"Surprised?" Eddie flashed a wicked, meaningful grin that made Helena's heart race.
"Mm… is it contagious? I'm worried about Deborah." Helena found an excuse to avoid his gaze; she was afraid she might fall for him.
A handsome man is dangerous enough, but one who's handsome, bad, and rich? Practically irresistible.
"None of my viruses are transmissible. I'm not some third-rate researcher—don't question my expertise!" Eddie leaned in and said.
Helena blushed. "I wasn't questioning you, just worried."
Chapter 609: The Price Might Be Pregnancy
"Eddie, you'll treat Deborah well, right?" Helena asked hesitantly.
Eddie nodded. "Of course I will. And if you stay single for life, I'll treat you well too."
"Why 'for life'?" Helena batted her long lashes.
"Because I can't stand fickle women." Eddie was firm.
"What if my boyfriend were you?" Helena asked playfully.
"Then I'd spoil you even more. Duh. I'll get you a supplementary gold card—spend whatever you want." Eddie waved a hand in instant approval.
"You're still the man women can't resist. You know, I never really wanted this job." Helena suddenly opened up.
"Why?" Eddie gestured, and the bartender brought over a bottle of spirits. "I've got the booze—got a story?"
Helena took the red wine, cheeks flushing. "I just wanted to protect Deborah. Now she's safe, and I feel I can finally do something I like."
"Such as?" Eddie clinked his bottle against her glass.
Helena shook her head as a zombie flew past. "Not another job—I want to travel. Can't you fly? Take me. I want to see the world, to understand it!"
"Sightseeing? No problem. I'll fly you there—only there's one thing that might offend you." Eddie's expression turned dead serious.
Helena was intrigued. "Tell me."
"You might get pregnant." Eddie spouted nonsense with a straight face.
Pfft! Helena burst into laughter, tipsy and carefree. "Is that so? Then I'm looking forward to it!"
While they chatted, Jessica's trio were having a ball—massacres were their favourite sport.
Using raw strength to pound these fast, vicious monsters felt great—so what if they could pounce? One punch and they were done.
Bang! A Regenerator leapt over and Jessica's stiletto boot sent it flying.
Even with its spine shattered, the twisted humanoid quickly regrew its head.
Sure enough, the mangled Regenerator twisted back, spine fully mended.
If even pulverised bones could heal, it was hard to imagine any injury it couldn't recover from.
Jessica tore the thing into pieces, yet the severed limbs began writhing, regrowing at visible speed in an attempt to duplicate an entire new monster.
Far from scaring Jessica, it only ticked her off.
Lisa stopped her. "Mom, let me handle them—they look delicious!"
Lisa stretched out her left hand; the red-nailed fingers curled, skin split, and countless tiny tentacles shot out, skewering the Regenerator.
The fearless monster began convulsing as if facing something terrifying.
Lisa looked like a foodie about to feast, eyes sparkling. She had a taste for the exotic and adored bizarre treats.
Eddie knew: Lisa could eat anything and stay perfectly healthy—she had a cast-iron stomach.
Soon the tentacles yanked a parasite from the Regenerator; though small, it seemed a peculiar variant.
"Hubby, can I eat this?" Lisa tossed one parasite to Eddie.
Eddie levitated the wriggling worm with magnetism, eyes flickering as he analysed it via magnetic resonance.
The parasite bore C-Virus traces; looked like Type-3 Las Plagas cultivated with C-Virus to boost its power.
That explained the Regenerator's immortality, plus a hint of Uroboros Virus making it weak to high heat and flames.
Come to think of it, both Uroboros and Plagas fear intense heat; apart from fire, nothing else can kill them outright.
"Should be fine, just take extra nutrients to digest them." Eddie ran his brain at full throttle—huge energy drain, but within a minute he'd mapped the Plagas without any instruments.
Lisa beckoned; a bottle of vodka flew over, she used her tentacles to absorb the parasites, then chugged the spirit.
She downed the full two-litre bottle in one go, burped, and hurled the empty container, shattering it mid-air with a sonic blast.
The shards turned into tiny blades that pierced dozens of zombie skulls, sniping over a hundred with pinpoint accuracy.
Helena stared, stunned. "Everyone has tentacles now?"
"Not at all—it's Lisa's exclusive. Her past gave her that ability. Trust me, no one chooses to recall painful memories. Umbrella's inhuman scientists pumped her full of viral strains just because her body tolerated them, leaving her brain damaged." Eddie's tone was heavy.
Helena frowned. "Those sick bastards should've been wiped out humanely!"
"Most of them are gone. A few still breathe, but not for long. Their families will die too. When they committed those atrocities they should've known the price—and since their kin lived lavishly off that blood money, they deserve the same end." Eddie crushed the wine bottle to splinters in his fist.
Helena found it brutal to target families, yet she couldn't refute him. "You're right. Have you always done this?"
Eddie nodded. "Of course. Without Jessica and Lisa I'd be long dead. They're my family—avenging them is my duty."
Chapter 610: Helena Opens Her Heart
A man who stands up for his women—what more need be said? Any woman would dream of a husband like that.
Helena's eyes glimmered; she said nothing more, raised her pistol and joined the slaughter.