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The heavy oak door, carved with intricate patterns, burst open with a bang!
Splinters of wood and fragments of the doorframe flew in all directions into the foyer.
Six figures, carrying the lingering scent of gunpowder and blood from the hall, appeared at the boundary between moonlight and shadow.
Albert Wesker slowly raised his head, his face hidden behind sunglasses, devoid of any expression.
His right hand, which was about to pierce Chris Redfield's heart, stopped in mid-air, only a few centimeters away from Chris's chest.
Chris lay in the ruins of a shattered statue, blood constantly welling from his mouth. His chest heaved violently, every breath accompanied by heart-wrenching pain.
He used all his strength to raise his head and look at the familiar figure at the door. In his bloodshot eyes, filled with agony, a glimmer of hope finally appeared.
"Claire..."
At the doorway, the scene before her made Claire's blood nearly freeze.
It was her brother, the one who had protected her since childhood, taught her fighting and shooting, and was always her strongest support!
Now, he lay like a tattered ragdoll at the feet of the man in black, defenseless and hovering between life and death!
"Chris—!!!"
A roar erupted from the depths of Claire's throat, filled with endless rage and fear!
However, one person's movement was faster than her voice!
At the very moment Wesker's fingers were about to pierce downward again.
Noah moved.
The aura around him underwent a world-shaking transformation in an instant.
The power he had been deliberately restraining, as calm as a deep pool, suddenly erupted!
The hard bluestone floor beneath his feet instantly cracked like a spiderweb, centered around his feet!
Without even a visible starting motion, his figure turned into a bolt of black lightning, nearly invisible to the naked eye. He tore through the air, carrying a sharp whistle as he lunged straight at Wesker!
No fancy Moves, no redundant actions.
Only extreme power and speed!
The inhuman eyes behind Wesker's sunglasses—those crimson vertical pupils—suddenly constricted!
He clearly felt a lethal threat that was enough to endanger his life!
He had no doubt that if he insisted on killing Chris beneath his feet first, the terrifying power carried by that black lightning—enough to pierce steel—would completely shatter his skull in the next second!
Truly, an unexpectedly powerful force.
An Eastern... variable.
Wesker's brain completed the calmest and most rational judgment within a thousandth of a second.
There would be many more opportunities to kill Chris in the future.
But his own life was only one.
In a flash, Wesker's right hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, suddenly retracted.
At the same time, his left hand, which was gripping Chris's collar, ruthlessly flung him backward like a bag of trash!
Almost at the same instant, he drifted several meters backward to the side like a phantom, narrowly avoiding Noah's earth-shattering punch!
"Bang—!!!"
Noah's fist slammed hard into the spot where Wesker had just been standing!
The hard ground, as if struck by a miniature bomb, suddenly collapsed downward into a deep pit!
Shattered stones and soil blasted out in all directions!
Having missed his strike, Noah didn't pause for a moment. He turned his body and locked onto Wesker once more.
By now, Leon, Ada, Claire, Jill, and Steve had also reacted. They quickly scattered, surrounding Wesker in the center of the garden from different directions.
Five dark muzzles were aimed dead at him from five different angles.
"Wesker!"
Jill's voice was filled with uncontrollable hatred and lingering fear. Her ump9 submachine gun trembled slightly from the force of her grip.
This man was a scar that would never heal in the hearts of all S.T.A.R.S. members.
Wesker slowly stood upright and straightened his black trench coat, which didn't have a single wrinkle.
He scanned the people surrounding him: Leon's vigilant face, Ada's eyes as deep as an ancient well, Jill's gaze mixed with hatred and killing intent, and that indignant boy who seemed to be overestimating himself.
Finally, his gaze fell upon Noah.
The corner of Wesker's mouth curled into a sneer filled with mockery.
"A bunch of rabble."
His voice carried a condescending arrogance.
"Except for you..."
His gaze swept over Noah.
"You... have given me a small surprise."
The plan has had a slight deviation.
Originally, he just wanted to get rid of that nuisance Chris, but he hadn't expected to draw out an existence that even he found troublesome.
Behind his sunglasses, Wesker's crimson vertical pupils lingered on Claire for half a second without a trace.
That thought surfaced in his mind once again.
Capture her, and slowly torture her in front of Chris... But he quickly dismissed the idea.
Intuition told him that this girl seemed to hide some sort of unstable factor within her as well.
Moreover, with that Eastern man by her side, he had no confidence in being able to subdue her in an instant without taking any damage.
He couldn't delay any longer.
His plan could not be allowed to be ruined by these ants.
At the very moment Noah's aura rose again, preparing for the next attack!
Wesker moved!
His figure left a blurred afterimage in place!
Like a teleportation, he appeared at the link in the circle that was most advantageous to him!
Jill Valentine!
"Not good!"
A warning sign flared in Noah's heart. He gave a low shout and his figure surged again!
But he was still a step too slow!
Jill only felt a blur before her eyes as an irresistible and terrifying pressure rushed toward her!
She didn't even have time to react!
A palm wearing a black leather glove was pressed against her abdomen, seemingly nonchalantly.
"Thud!"
A dull sound of impact.
Jill's eyes widened. She spat out a mouthful of stomach acid as intense pain, like a red-hot iron rod being thrust into her organs, hit her!
Her consciousness was completely overwhelmed by this intense pain in an instant!
Her whole body went limp, as if her bones had been removed, and she slumped to the side.
Wesker didn't dare to linger for a second. The moment he knocked Jill down, his left hand scooped her up and slung her directly over his shoulder.
Then, he kicked off the ground with both legs!
He shot into the sky like a launched cannonball, landing lightly on the castle roof in a posture that completely defied the laws of physics!
"Bastard!!"
Leon roared!
However, Wesker just stood at the edge of the roof, looking down at them coldly before disappearing.
He casually took a device resembling a remote control from his pocket.
He pressed it gently.
"Boom—!!!!!"
A deafening roar erupted from beneath the ground between the group and the castle gate!
Violent flames and shockwaves instantly overturned the ground!
A trench several meters wide and seemingly bottomless, accompanied by rolling smoke and flames, completely blocked everyone's path of pursuit!
"Jill!!"
Claire helped up Chris, who had just caught his breath. Looking at the demon-like figure on the roof, she let out an unwilling roar.
Just then.
The communicator in Chris's chest pocket suddenly emitted a "zzt-zzt" sound of static.
Wesker's cold and mocking voice came through clearly.
"Chris Redfield, if you want to save your most trusted partner..."
"Then come find me at the Antarctic Research Facility."
"I'm looking forward to seeing how many more surprises you can bring me."
With those words.
The communication was immediately cut.
Wesker took a deep look at the Eastern man below, who had made even him feel a trace of pressure.
His figure then silently vanished into the thick night... The garden was a mess.
The burning flames made a "crackling" sound, reflecting everyone's extremely grim faces.
"Cough... cough cough..." Chris coughed violently. With Claire's support, he managed to stand up, his face pale from the intense pain in his chest.
"That bastard..." He grit his teeth and punched the stone wall beside him. "His strength... has grown again."
Noah stepped forward, looking at the bottomless chasm, his face as grim as water.
He turned his gaze to the boy on the side, who had been clenching his fists the entire time, his body trembling slightly from anger and helplessness.
"You're free now," Noah said calmly. "Leave this island, find a place, and live a good life."
Steve suddenly looked up, the flames of revenge burning in his brown eyes.
"No!"
His voice carried the hoarseness and determination characteristic of a youth.
"I'm going with you! I want to avenge my parents! I want to kill that bastard Alfred with my own hands!"
Noah looked at him quietly.
"You might die."
"I have nothing left anyway!" Steve roared, his eyes red. "So be it! It's better than running away like a coward!"
Noah looked into those eyes filled with resolve and remained silent for a moment.
Finally, he nodded slowly.
Then he looked at Ada.
The two shared a look, and Ada immediately understood.
She stepped aside and took a small satellite communication device from a pocket of her tactical vest.
Her slender fingers quickly tapped a series of complex codes on the screen.
"Coordinates sent. Seven sets of Polar All-Environment Combat Suits and supporting supplies. Deliver to the specified location within thirty minutes."
On the other end of the communicator, there was no redundant chatter, only a concise "Received."
In less than thirty minutes.
Accompanied by the low roar of an engine, an all-black transport plane without any markings glided silently through the night sky like a ghost.
(The entire island was blown up, leaving no place for a plane to dock, so they couldn't board this transport plane.)
A huge airdrop supply crate, under precise guidance and trailing a black parachute, landed accurately on another open space in the garden.
Everyone quickly gathered the sets of black cold-weather tactical suits, which were full of futuristic technology.
After finishing this, they didn't delay any longer. They passed through the mansion to a simple dock hidden under a cliff on the other side of the island.
(In the game, you see this plane by taking a submarine to the underwater facility, which doesn't quite fit the map's logic.)
A Seaplane was quietly moored on the water, ready to go... Meanwhile.
Deep within the castle, in an unknown secret control room.
Countless monitor screens emitted a cold glow, illuminating a face distorted by extreme rage.
Alfred Ashford.
His magnificent white dress had become tattered, and the blonde wig on his head was a mess after being pulled by his own hands.
The makeup on his face, mixed with tears and bloodstains, made him look like a demon crawled out of Hell.
His mind, after a brief breakdown, had strangely regained clarity.
His bloodshot eyes stared intently at one of the screens.
On the screen was the image of Noah and his group boarding the Seaplane one by one.
"Bastards... you're all bastards..."
He grit his teeth, squeezing the words out from between them.
His fingers neurotically and frantically tapped on a dusty red button in front of him.
"You destroyed my game... destroyed my castle... and you think you can just leave?"
"I want you to die... I want all of you to die!!"
"Alexia... my dear sister... soon... soon we will meet..."
A sickly and frantic smile appeared on his face.
"I will personally deliver these freshest and most interesting 'toys' to you!"
"As a gift... for your return!"
His frantic laughter echoed for a long time in the empty and silent secret room.
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