"Red Queen, initiate the base's self-destruct sequence with a delay!"
Sergei approached the cylindrical central processor of the "Red Queen," preparing to copy the Umbrella data stored there, but—
"Red Queen?"
There was no response. The computer had locked up completely. Sergei's face showed shock. At some point, the "Red Queen" had stopped supporting the control room's operations, and the base's most secret direct elevator was actually running?!
Could it be Vera Adelheid? When did she...
Yet the situation gave Sergei no time to think it through. Hiss—
The automatic door connected to the control room opened.
Thud, thud, thud.
Amid intermittent gunfire, heavy, orderly footsteps poured into the control room.
Click, click, click.
They formed a semicircle. Heavy rifles gleaming with cold metallic light, along with laser sights, aimed at Sergei, whose back was against the "Red Queen" supercomputer's central processor.
"M.S.F. It's a pleasure to meet again. I'm curious whether the veterans of the U.S.F. still remem—" Sergei slowly extended the hand resting on the console. Just as his expression changed drastically and he let out a low roar—
Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!
Before the mutation could fully occur, his ocean-blue coat had already been punched through by conical kinetic rounds, deforming into rippling craters. Flesh burst open, and bone fragments scattered amid the searing muzzle flashes.
A few seconds later.
"The base control room has been secured."
(○｀ 3′○) Looking at it this way, I've actually been updating pretty diligently.
Sergei's End, My Rise
Sergei Vladimir was dead.
He had died smoothly.
Smoothly in a bland, unremarkable, utterly ordinary way.
Shot into a bloody honeycomb of flesh, his partially mutated corpse still gave off heat like rising blood mist after it collapsed.
Vera tapped the holographic touchscreen projected before her. Beep.
She closed the interface compiling