On the screen, those humiliatingly pathetic fleas were pierced through by purplish-red flesh tendrils and hung stiffly from the wall behind them, wailing and begging for mercy.
"Die! Die! Die!"
Wesker laughed madly as he continued tormenting his "enemies"—several battered, hole-riddled stretchers. Around him gathered thousands of vines with grotesque maws.
Hunting required patience...
This prey was dangerous, but he was already quite weak, and nearly every blood vessel in his body flowed with highly concentrated viral matter...
The memories of humans within the "brain" told them...
Sometimes, the greater the risk, the more sumptuous the feast...
The "Queen's" summons grew ever stronger. I needed to complete my evolution as soon as possible, transform into an apostle of the new god, and go worship our sovereign!
In the underground laboratory, everyone who had fled for their lives collapsed onto the floor, nearly drained of strength, gasping heavily.
"Bang!" Yet after a brief rest, the grim-faced commander staggered to his feet and drove a fist into Chris's nose.
"You brute! Your stupidity just now nearly got everyone killed!"
Chris fell backward onto the ground. His nose burned with pain, and bright red blood streamed out.
"Captain..."
Rebecca cried out in alarm and hurriedly tried to get up to stop them, but Barry firmly held her back.
He had once been one of the most senior members of S.T.A.R.S. and had even introduced Chris to the Raccoon City Police Department. As such, Barry understood Chris's character flaws better than anyone.
Stubborn and reckless—especially after the Mansion Incident, Chris's trust in his superiors and the system had fallen to rock bottom.
On top of that, he had left too early and never fought alongside Kevin. So when Rebecca was captured, he had directly ignored his superior's orders and acted as he saw fit.