"Three days ago, strange small-scale earthquakes appeared in Japan's Dragon Triangle Sea Area, and a fishing boat passing nearby saw a mysterious island sink from afar!"
"More importantly, they happened to rescue two people who had fallen into the water."
"The Crawford family's intelligence operatives compared photos with the crew. One of them was my father!"
Countess Lara, never one for restraint, kicked open the half-closed living room door and waved the documents in her hand at Kevin.
Count Richard had actually escaped Queen Himiko's tomb ahead of time? What a cause for celebration. Sure enough, without that cursed biological daughter around, the chances of survival rose dramatically.
But what the hell was the point of being in such a hurry?
Even if they wanted BSAA field agents to cooperate, there had to be a Biohazard Crisis where he was first.
Otherwise, at most, they could roll out a red carpet for the old patriarch's arrival.
"I checked. The last place they appeared was Toko City, Japan!"
Lara paid no attention to the fact that she was a third wheel. Her excitement left no room for anything else.
The commander, who had been lying resignedly in Alice's arms, suddenly widened his eyes.
Holy shit, Toko City?! It couldn't be that much of a coincidence, could it?
PS1: Let me explain first. The author has decided to delete all the pictures and will no longer upload any pictures. It was originally meant as a kind gesture, but then...
2. A response regarding Ada using a hard drive to duplicate Red Queen's data in Chapter 35.
It was mentioned earlier that Ada was the first to remove the motherboard, so she had enough time to tamper with it and duplicate the data before the motherboard was removed.
The hard drive was merely removed later. There was no logical issue.
3. Also, if personal attacks, insults, or malicious hate comments appear in the review section, they will all be deleted and the users muted.
4. Let me talk about my current situation: every afternoon from 1 PM to 6 PM, I tutor students, then provide feedback in the evening.
So, in order not to affect everyone following the story, I update between 1 AM and 5 AM, with releases scheduled for 6 AM sharp. I have no saved chapters.
I sleep in the mornings during the day. It has been like this for nearly a week.
Some readers like my book, so I have to take responsibility for that. I consider myself a fairly responsible and mild-tempered person, but some recent comments have genuinely made me angry.
I hope everyone came here to enjoy the story, not to flaunt a sense of superiority.
Thank you very much for reading my book. That's all.
Best Friend, Would You Please Die?
Toko City, Oshima Secret Research Institute.
A group of armed men in standard black combat uniforms, strange red Triangle Body insignias hanging from their right arms, burst inside with German MP5 submachine guns and began a frenzied slaughter.
In barely fifteen minutes, the secret research institute's auxiliary personnel had basically been wiped out.
Commander Constantine casually removed his gas mask and took deep breaths of the cloying, bloody scent filling the corridor. His neat buzz cut bobbed to the rhythm of the music.
As his slow steps moved forward, crushing uneven piles of corpses beneath them, he felt a sense of psychological pleasure and relaxation.
This was the fucking life!
Just thinking about how he had spent nearly ten years on that godforsaken deserted island, digging holes and filling them like a damn mole every day.
Even worse, women! Fine liquor! Cigarettes! Those supplies were so scarce that they might as well not have existed!
Even the food was nothing but canned goods and seafood picked up from the shore all day long.
If he had stayed any longer, he did not know whether he would go mad first, or whether that shitty Yamatai Queen's tomb would finally be found.
Luckily, that white-haired man had arrived. Not only had he saved that old bastard Richard, but he had also taken the main artifacts from Himiko's tomb, indirectly bringing Constantine's damned excavation work to an end.
Although the things that might have fallen into his hands had been taken first by that man, Constantine owed that bastard for getting him off that godforsaken island. Strangely, he even felt a slight sense of relief.
Still, the only imperfection was that after the excavation of "Queen Himiko's" tomb, that deserted island had actually sunk beneath an undersea earthquake.
If the ship that regularly delivered their supplies had not happened to arrive, they would have become fish food.
Forget it. Now that he had escaped that sea of suffering, he would indulge himself to the fullest in this wonderful place!
Blood! Wailing! Fear! Death! Only such a perfect symphony could prove that he was alive!
At that moment, Constantine hummed Schubert's gentle serenade as he strolled through pools of blood. He casually grabbed a tall researcher cowering by a doorway and shot him in the head.
The nearby squad members deliberately avoided their commander, who was immersed in the thrill of killing.
The captain had... gone mad again!
During their days on the deserted island, this commander, once reserved and arrogant, had gradually become frenzied and neurotic with the passage of time.
The excavation of the Yamatai Queen's tomb had not actually caused many casualties.
Instead, the souls lost at Constantine's hands accounted for one-third of their total personnel losses.
Past bloody lessons had taught these soldiers that anyone who dared interrupt the commander while he was "performing" would become a note composed of blood.
After a thorough sweep, every area of the Oshima Secret Research Institute except the core laboratory had fallen completely.
The soldiers skillfully dragged away corpses, preparing to throw them outside for mass incineration.
Meanwhile, atop a cliff overlooking Toko City, several missile launchers were being set up with urgency.
"Are they ready?"
Constantine strolled to the edge of the cliff to inspect them. His gaze toward Toko City was filled with bloodlust and madness.
"We can act at any time, sir!"
The technical soldier setting the parameters was somewhat terrified by the commander's arrival and immediately stepped forward with a solemn assurance.
"The Umbrella Corporation has really fallen low. They're even selling off the things they kept hidden away..."
"Good. It makes things easier for us..."
Constantine studied the Umbrella logo on the missiles with great interest and sighed.
Those arms dealers had been left unable to handle their own affairs after the Biohazard Crisis in Raccoon City. Even their European branch had been carved up completely.
On top of that, those shameless higher-ups in the American military had unilaterally torn up their bioweapon orders and imposed judicial sanctions and other measures.
The Umbrella Corporation was now like a plucked phoenix no better than a chicken. To cover the gap in its cash flow, it had even sold off numerous models of bioweapons on the black market.
At such dirt-cheap, bloodletting prices, not only could the well-funded Holy Trinity Church afford a few, even the black brothers in Africa and bearded Arabs in the Middle East could scrape together enough by selling everything they owned.
"Are you sure the stuff inside can cover all of Toko City?"
Constantine asked one final question about the details, so as to avoid any unnecessary mistakes.
"When Umbrella Corporation was trying to please the American military and secure the order, the missile carriers used the most advanced multiple-warhead design..."
"So with only three missiles, the concentrated T-Virus inside can be scattered across Toko City like artificial rainfall. And we... have five!"
"Although Umbrella's latest data says that after that 'influenza,' people around the world have developed some degree of T-Virus resistance."
"This new stuff is still effective against most people!"
The technician held nothing back, afraid that some overlooked detail would anger the commander, whose mental state was clearly abnormal.
"Good. Launch in ten minutes. Let these fools learn reverence!"
Constantine nodded with a smile, then drew his pistol and led his subordinates, who had already taken control of the entire situation, toward the core laboratory.
At the same time, inside the core laboratory.
Hearing that the gunfire outside the blast door had stopped, the director of the Ōshima Research Institute, dressed in a white lab coat, painfully slumped against the wall. Both hands were buried in his messy black hair.
Behind his glasses, his face looked frail and helpless.
"Why! My research was clearly meant to save this world. Did they really want to obtain this uncontrollable power so badly?"
In contrast, the institute's head beside him remained exceptionally calm, as though he had anticipated everything.
"No! We can't let them do whatever they want! I have to protect this achievement!"
"Fight back! We must fight back!"
"That should be able to do it!"
Muttering anxiously to himself, the frail research director seemed to realize something. He cast a tender, guilty gaze toward the glass cultivation chamber in the center.
Inside the vessel filled with a substance like amniotic fluid, a pink-haired girl in a white Restraint Suit floated silently, like a Sleeping Beauty waiting for her prince to awaken her.
"I'm sorry, Mana. Forgive Dad for waking you..."
The frail research director rushed to the control panel and pressed his right hand against the valve for draining the cultivation chamber.
"Next, I'll inject myself with that remaining Void Genome. If anything happens to me, everything will depend on you, old friend!"
The institute head lowered his head, his voice deep.
"Kuroshu, are you really not going to reconsider my suggestion?"
"As long as we hand this thing over to them, not only can we preserve our lives, we can even indirectly prove to the world the miracle that was born in our hands!"
The research director frowned slightly, his attitude resolute as he shook his head once more.
"Shuichiro, handing this thing over to those thugs outside will only turn this world into hell!"
"Science may not have good or evil, but the human heart should be able to distinguish right from wrong!"
Shuichiro took a deep breath. His originally gloomy expression seemed to relax, and there was even a faint smile at the corners of his lips.
"Very well. I respect your decision..."
"So..."
At the same time as this young research director opened the cultivation chamber valve, he gave his friend a brilliant smile.
"Shuichiro, I knew you would..."
Bang!
With the muffled gunshot, a bewitching blossom of blood erupted from the director's chest. His joyful, relieved expression finally froze into shock and incomprehension.
"Please... die... my best friend..."
The institute head took a piece of silk cloth from his pocket and carefully wiped the fingerprints from the gun grip. Then he turned, opened the door, and placed it in Constantine's hand.
PS: Thank you to the many readers for your understanding and comfort. Let's leave the matter of the pictures at that. By the way, does anyone still think the Toko City arc is too weak?
Gate of Eden
"Have you finished explaining your final words to your good friend, High Priest?"
Constantine stepped forward with a smile and opened his arms, seemingly intending to give the institute head, Kendo Shuichiro, a warm embrace.
Shuichiro ignored Constantine's friendly gesture. Instead, he bent down and gently lifted his friend Ouma Kuro's chin, patiently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
It was as though their relationship remained as pure and intimate as ever.
The research director, whose lung had been pierced by the bullet, tried several times to raise his hand and grab his now-unfamiliar friend, demanding an explanation in fury. But in the end, all his strength was gradually drained away.
"Kuroshu, you've always been so naïve and slow. I told you long ago that you would die because of this flaw in your character..."
"Are you thinking of your other best friend, Raiden Ryoma?"
"To avoid his gaze, I waited a long time for this day..."
"So, aside from me, no one can help you..."
Kendo Shuichiro shook his head slightly, a trace of pity appearing on his face.
"I gave you a chance..."
"But your answer... still disappointed me..."
Then, amid his suppressed narration, the institute head's voice gradually became crazed.
"The Origin Stone was clearly a treasure discovered by both of us!"
"Fame! Prestige! Wealth!"
"It carried everything I ever hoped for!"
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