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Heavy footsteps trod upon the pure white floor, creating a heart-palpitating rhythm. Two behemoths dressed in red trench coats, like inquisitors walking out from the depths of Hell, approached with a steady and unstoppable pace. With every step they took, the mirror-like floor seemed to tremble. In the air, a white mist from the low-temperature coolant lingered around their feet, making their figures appear both real and illusory. That pure aura of slaughter rushed toward them like a physical cold current, making the already freezing space even more bone-chilling.
Claire tossed her reddish-brown ponytail, the ends of her hair drawing a sharp arc in the air. There was no longer any fear in her bright eyes; instead, they were filled with a burning battle intent.
"One for each of us," her voice was crisp, carrying a hint of proud confidence. "Let's see who finishes first!"
The moment she finished speaking, Noah exchanged a glance with her. In the next second, they both moved simultaneously, like two arrows shot from a bow. Claire's body displayed amazing coordination, her red jacket trailing an afterimage. Noah's figure was more steady, every step containing explosive power.
"Da da da!"
The MP5 in Claire's hands was the first to spit tongues of fire, several bursts accurately hitting the chest of the Tyrant on the left. On that crimson Leather Power Limiter, the bullets merely kicked up insignificant sparks, but it was enough. The Tyrant's red-glowing mechanical eyes locked onto Claire, and its heavy footsteps turned toward her. On the other side, Noah fired several shots with his Desert Eagle, drawing the attention of the second monster. The open space was instantly cleared as the two red Reapers were separated.
Facing the Tyrant striding toward her, a smile appeared on Claire's face. She hung the MP5 back on her chest and drew the modified Quad-barrel Grenade Launcher. Under the pale lights, the metal glinted with a cold shimmer. She shouldered it in one fluid motion.
Aim. Lock on. Pull the trigger.
"Boom!"
The first grenade slammed into the Tyrant's chest. A violent explosion engulfed the monster in orange-red flames. Claire's finger didn't pause, pulling the trigger repeatedly at an amazing frequency.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three more violent explosions rang out in quick succession. The violent energy stacked layer upon layer, forming a small-scale firestorm. Under this saturated bombardment, the Tyrant let out an inhuman roar. The red trench coat was blown to shreds, revealing the tougher restraint suit underneath. Finally, its tower-like body fell heavily to one knee.
Before it could recover, Claire had already discarded the launcher. In her hand was now her silver Magnum. She walked toward the kneeling red monster, her gaze cold. She reached the Tyrant and raised the revolver high, the muzzle almost pressed against its bald head.
"Bang!"
The first bullet slammed into the Tyrant's skull. The monster's head snapped back, but it didn't explode. Claire's expression didn't change.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
She emptied the remaining five bullets. After six large-caliber rounds, the hard skull finally reached its limit.
"Boom—!"
The entire head exploded like a smashed watermelon. The headless body swayed and finally collapsed forward. The battle was over. Clean, efficient, and full of violent aesthetics.
Not far away, Noah caught a glimpse of this slaughter. As if sensing the death of its companion, the Tyrant facing Noah paused. Its mechanical eyes shifted to look at the corpse in the pool of blood. Then, as if re-evaluating the threat, its massive body shifted two steps away from Claire.
Seeing this, Noah smiled. The Queen of Arms is truly terrifying.
He slowly holstered his Desert Eagle and took out a pair of metallic, ferocious-looking Brass Knuckles. Since the opponent had intelligence, using just firearms seemed a bit disrespectful. He also wanted to test it out: after the fusion with the G-virus, where exactly were the limits of his body?
"Roar!"
The Tyrant lunged forward, the ground shaking. A fist larger than a sandbag smashed straight toward Noah's chest. Facing this, Noah did not dodge. His body sank, and his right foot stomped hard. Power rose from his soles, traveled up his spine, and reached his arm. He met the attack head-on.
"Boom!"
A dull sound of fist meeting flesh exploded. A visible shockwave rippled outward. Noah felt a massive force battering his arm, but his body only swayed back slightly. His feet were firmly nailed to the floor. He could clearly feel that his strength was now sufficient to block this monster head-on.
In the Tyrant's eyes, a stream of data-like confusion flashed. It couldn't understand why this human could explode with such power. The moment Noah blocked the punch, he stepped forward, his left hand striking like a venomous snake at the Tyrant's open ribs.
"Bang!"
The Tyrant's massive body was forced back a step. A clear, sunken fist print was left on its tough restraint suit. It's effective! Noah's eyes grew brighter.
Nearby, Claire stood with her arms crossed, watching Noah's performance with interest. Noah's strength and techniques were several levels higher than in Raccoon City. He was now like a profound ocean, containing energy enough to subvert everything.
The Tyrant, completely enraged, swung its arms like two massive iron hammers toward Noah's head. Noah suddenly ducked low, sliding under the fists with incredible flexibility. The moment he ducked, his right foot pivoted, and power surged from his waist.
Dual Flood Dragon Strike!
"Boom!!"
Under this terrifying upward impact, the Tyrant's massive body was actually lifted off its feet and sent airborne before falling heavily onto the ground. Noah slowly stood up and walked over to the downed Tyrant. He pulled out his Desert Eagle and pointed it at the deformed head.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The magazine was emptied. The Tyrant's head exploded. Crimson blood and white brain matter stained the floor. Claire walked over and stood beside him.
"Much easier than last time at the Police Station," she noted flatly.
Noah shrugged, putting the Brass Knuckles away. "Just like a joyride."
"Beep—" a soft sound rang out. The electronic voice spoke again. "Vanishing of S-rank Experimental Subject bio-signals detected. Alpha-level Security Protocol deactivated."
"Clack—" The heavy metal door behind them made a series of crisp unlocking sounds and slowly slid open.
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