"Ah, my bad, I got the wrong person. I thought you were a simp. But even if you aren't, you can still go eat shit. You shouldn't chase beautiful women indiscriminately, but dog shit, you must eat more of it, then your retardation might improve!" Eddie continued to advise.
Lisa, standing behind him, couldn't help but chuckle. Her man was truly interesting; he couldn't speak two sentences without using profanity.
Lisa didn't mind whether Eddie was crude or not; she wasn't a lady herself and didn't care about rules.
If your fist is big and you have strength, every word you speak is the rule.
Those without strength can only become playthings and tools.
Lisa's tragic past experiences had long forged her resolute mind. If she liked someone, everything they said was correct. If she disliked someone, everything they said was wrong.
Simmons began vomiting incessantly. A container next to him opened, revealing a dense mass of corpses inside—perhaps over a hundred!
Simmons sprouted countless tentacles, linking the corpses together to absorb them, attempting to complete his evolution through consumption.
Eddie waved a hand, and Simmons, who was still absorbing, was struck and sent flying.
The invisible force nearly split him in two; his heart could be seen pounding vigorously. Huge eyes also sprouted on his shoulders as his organs mutated and then aggregated together again.
The previous strike was just using a magnetic field to achieve an attack effect, which was already somewhat bullying.
Don't let Simmons' massive transformation fool you; in virology, this is only the second step of enhancement. It is still a long way from the true evolution established by Eddie, spanning several tiers. Does Black Iron think it can solo kill Diamond?
Simmons, falling from high altitude, quickly completed his mutation. After absorbing a large number of corpses, the virus rapidly proliferated, transforming him into a monster resembling a giant lizard.
It quickly climbed the skyscraper, rushing upwards.
Simmons' thoughts were clear; he still maintained his sanity. After transforming into a monster, he felt this was true evolution—this was power!
"Die! Eddie, I will make you die in front of Ada, and Ada will die too! That bitch dared to betray me!" Simmons roared furiously. With this power, he felt he could flatten a heavy tank with a single stomp!
Only a body massive enough can flatten a heavy tank; the strength required is at least 150 tons. What kind of concept is that?
Then, something happened that made Simmons scream in silence!
Eddie was seen calmly smoking a cigarette, using one hand to block the sharp claw of the giant lizard Simmons had mutated into.
The sharp claw couldn't even pierce the seemingly delicate palm; it was firmly gripped.
"This strength is a bit weak. Did you not eat enough? What a foolish fellow. Your virus research is only stuck at the first step. You want to become a true New Human? You don't have the qualifications. Heh heh, want to know the secret? I won't tell you!" After Eddie finished speaking, he slapped the air.
Slap! Simmons' lizard head was left dazed by the slap; many bones were shattered, and half his face was sunken in.
"You just spoke ill of Ada, and that won't do. I am Ada's husband, Ada's spouse. If you speak ill of my wife in front of me, then I must teach you a good lesson." Eddie finished speaking and delivered another backhand slap.
Slap! The other side of Simmons' face was also beaten into a depression, his entire face nearly turning into a sheet of paper!
With shattered bones, he couldn't even speak clearly. Moreover, his brain was painfully compressed, and his sanity plummeted once more.
"Trash! Even mutated, you're just a bigger piece of trash! Hmph, all that painstaking effort, only to get such a trashy virus? Don't make me laugh!" Eddie waved his hand, slapping Simmons off the thousand-meter-high building again.
Jessica remained unmoved. She could tell her man was holding back. It wasn't soft-heartedness, but a game of cat and mouse.
Before catching a mouse, the cat always toys with it, both for exercise and self-amusement. Once they're done playing, they eat it to satisfy their hunger.
Eddie was indeed playing with this idea; killing Simmons instantly would be boring.
Furthermore, satellites in the sky were still filming. Eddie was showcasing his strength.
They want his research results? They treat him like a lab rat? Then let them try!
Not stopping the biochemical terrorist attack was Eddie's way of warning those who coveted his technology.
If they angered him, he could create a scene much grander than this one. He used the attacks of others to display his power, knowing fear only arose through comparison.
Eddie's plan was quite successful; at least the Senators who had received the news tacitly agreed not to bother him.
It wasn't that there were no people unafraid of death, but they all died inexplicably. Who cared how they died? Dead is dead, just a worthless life.
Chapter 632: Simmons Ruthlessly Abused
The falling Simmons regained consciousness again. This time, he changed direction, heading to capture and consume survivors and Virus Mutants.
He used mass consumption to repair his injuries while simultaneously strengthening and further mutating.
The C-Virus originated from Carla's research. It abandoned the hierarchical control of the Veronica Virus, instead strengthening the physical qualitative mutation. It modified the uncontrollability of the G-Virus, reducing its upper limit and enhancing its controllability.
It forcefully allowed Simmons to transform into the monster he imagined, relying on sheer willpower!
Viruses do not possess much willpower. While the most insane G-Virus does consume the host's sanity, its characteristics are limited to propagation, reproduction, and violence, lacking conventional thinking ability.
Willpower can reverse viral evolution—Eddie had already confirmed and tested this point long ago.
Eddie stood on the rooftop smoking a cigarette, watching the distant military legions use a Steel Torrent to assault the monster-filled city. The chaotic battle between the two sides rivaled any war scene.
Shells flew everywhere. Mercenaries injected with the C-Virus had turned into Demon Corpses. Besides being able to quickly heal wounds, they maintained the ability to use weapons, making their combat effectiveness no weaker than that of regular troops.
Tanks and armored vehicles were being sniped by hidden Enhanced Talos Tyrants, which carried large-caliber artillery on their backs, moving flexibly through the streets to bombard the armored vehicles.
Before even advancing into the city, the death toll had already risen to a hundred people, showing the intensity of the battle!
Armed Helicopters began unrestrained fire suppression using mounted small missiles. Except for the large missiles in the Missile Silos, every usable weapon was deployed.
The sound of artillery fire constantly lingered on the city's outskirts; bored people could always find excitement here.
A Helicopter flew in from a distance. The hatch opened, and Chris, dressed in special forces attire, appeared. "Eddie, want to come up? We're going to rescue the BSAA leadership."
"You guys go ahead. I suggest you leave immediately. This city is even more dangerous than Raccoon City!" Eddie waved his hand. Saving people? Impossible.
Moreover, the current BSAA leadership is nothing special. In other words, they are people not worth saving!
Armies around the world were locking down and suppressing cities where crises had erupted within their respective jurisdictions, rescuing and treating surviving citizens, and eliminating mutated monsters.
"Alright then, be careful." Chris did not press the matter further. He needed to complete this final mission, after which he would retire.
In addition to the BSAA squad, the Federation military also dispatched rescue Helicopters, intending to open gaps in the city for multi-point deployment.
Piers looked somewhat puzzled. "How terrifying was Raccoon City back then?"
Right after he spoke, the Federation Helicopter ahead was directly seized by a Giant Snake over three meters in diameter, and both crashed to the ground.
After the Giant Snake cruelly swallowed the Helicopter along with the soldiers inside, it seemed completely fearless of steel, possessing stomach acid capable of corroding even metal.
The Helicopter carrying Chris immediately activated its mounted Gatling machine gun to attack, but unfortunately, the Giant Snake's scales were incredibly tough; even high-speed bullets carrying immense impact force could not penetrate them.
Lines of white marks appeared as the Giant Snake roared continuously from the hits.
Its cold eyes stared intently at the Helicopter in the sky, seemingly trying to memorize every person on board, setting them up for a retaliatory hunt!