This World Is Quite Unwell

The seemingly weak bait suddenly burst with the potential for survival, leaping up to firmly grasp this lifeline and continuously climbing upwards.

Although the grappling hook's endurance could support the weight of two people, it caused the tree trunk to vibrate violently.

Under their mutual sabotage, Ada lost her previous elegance, crashing into the tree trunk along with the scoundrel whose limbs were already wrapped around her waist and hips.

With a sideways lunge, the Tyrant swung its claws, and the thick tree, hugged by each of them, swayed precariously.

Seeing this, Ada Wong frowned and glanced at the "burden" hanging on her, her lips twitching slightly.

"Next time you fire the grappling hook, if you don't want to die, let go of your claws. There are heavy weapons under the truck's driver's seat."

Kevin, who also wasn't ready to die yet, wisely made a temporary truce with the woman. His hands, locked around Ada Wong's waist, became more compliant but showed no signs of letting go.

"Whoosh!" The moment the fir tree fell, Ada Wong slowed her breathing and immediately pulled the trigger, the hook accurately hitting another plane tree.

As the rope tightened, the two swung through the air.

When they swung to the point closest to the ground, Kevin let go as agreed, performing a backward diagonal roll to dissipate the impact, then reached for the big truck spewing black smoke.

Her physical fitness was inferior, but her movements, though clumsy, seemed to have undergone professional training.

But that hostility from the first meeting, as if she knew my identity, could she be a fellow newcomer?

Ada Wong, responsible for luring the enemy, came to a simple analysis after the previous probing. The woman's keen insight was evident in the details.

At this moment, Leon was busy digging Claire out of the rubble and bandaging her wounds, clearly not someone to rely on.

Neither Remington rounds nor even steel-core bullets could penetrate its defenses, so he could only see what kind of heavy weapons Ada was talking about.

As for escaping?

He was already exhausted; such a brainless action would only hasten his death.

As Kevin's thoughts wandered, he finally climbed into the truck's driver's seat. He kicked open the deformed driver's seat and pulled out an intact black rectangular metal case.

Fortunately, this thing wasn't password-protected, and Kevin easily opened the latch.

The contents of the box immediately made his throat bob, and he swallowed hard: this thing was truly ferocious!

A mere three minutes of entanglement allowed the lone Ada Wong to experience the Tyrant's terrifying power, its explosive force and speed, its shell immune to small and medium-caliber bullets, and its tireless, extraordinary endurance.

In an open area, facing an unprepared unit without heavy weapons would be a one-sided slaughter!

Boom! Amidst the violent explosion, wood chips flew. Ada Wong's yellowish-brown trench coat was already tattered, the hem of her red lace dress was torn, and two wood chips even pierced her wrist.

After the Tyrant's torment, the area within dozens of meters was cleared, leaving no cover, and the situation was precarious.

Should I... Ada Wong's gaze shifted to the rookie cop who had just settled his companion, and a thought of diverting trouble arose in her mind.

"Get out of the way!" Just as the female agent was cornered and preparing to fight back, an excited growl sounded from behind her.

Kevin knelt on one knee, shouldering the olive-drab RPG. He locked onto the big guy behind Ada Wong through the scope, and as the female agent leaped away, he pulled the trigger.

The rocket left an orange-yellow trail, spiraling forward and heading for the Tyrant's face.

However, to everyone's horror, the Tyrant's lowered right hand suddenly shot out, directly grabbing the speeding rocket, causing everyone who thought the situation was under control to stare in disbelief.

Although the rocket's initial velocity wasn't high, no one had ever heard of a freak who could catch a rocket with their bare hands!

This thing was defying the heavens!

Under everyone's horrified gaze, the Tyrant, after taking a few steps back, stopped its momentum, raised its right arm, and actually threw the rocket it was holding away.

"Shit!" Beside the abandoned police car, Leon watched the thing smoking on the road, his brow twitching.

Cursing, he instinctively grabbed the slightly concussed Claire and leaped behind the abandoned police car.

"Boom!" Flames erupted into the sky. Kevin flinched at the sight.

Did I... just screw over my teammate?

"Bang bang!" Ada Wong, having just escaped danger, saw Kevin in a daze and, ignoring the wound on her wrist, opened fire to attract the Tyrant's attention and yelled angrily at him.

"Don't zone out, you bastard! Keep going!"

Amateur! Looking at the clumsy movements of her temporary ally, Ada Wong held her forehead with one hand, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

What a joke, a fellow professional? This was clearly just a rookie! I was out of my mind to expect him to turn the tables.

After the female agent held on for more than ten seconds, Kevin finally loaded the second rocket into the launcher.

Then, he took a deep breath, hoping for the optimal firing time, as this was the last rocket in the black briefcase.

Finally, due to its massive size, the Tyrant exposed a defensive gap as it swung its claws.

At this moment, Kevin immediately pulled the trigger, and the rocket was caught between the Tyrant's thick arms against its chest!

Damn it! Not again! Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Bang!" At the same time, Ada Wong, her body trembling, leaned against the tree trunk, gripping her gun handle with both hands, and fired, the bullet accurately hitting the rocket's fuse.

Instantly, the projectile in the Tyrant's embrace exploded violently, and the shrapnel directly blew apart the monster's grayish-green head.

Wriggling brain tissue, white skull fragments, and glittering silver electronic component shards scattered across the pitted grassland.

The Tyrant's massive body stopped twitching and then fell heavily.

Exhausted and drained from the explosion's impact, Kevin, his heart and mind weary, also gasped for air, lying on his back on the grass.

"Beep, virus strain detected dead, preparing to absorb and convert leaked bio-energy..."

As a mechanical, synthesized voice echoed in his mind, Kevin felt his muscles tear apart. Unable to support himself any longer, the boy finally closed his eyes in relief and passed out completely.

Within minutes of the Tyrant's death, faint human voices seemed to gradually drift from the Arklay Mountains. Ada Wong, emerging from the grass, felt a headache coming on, her lips pressed tightly together.

The moment her gaze fell upon a certain "dead man lying on the ground," the female agent's eyes narrowed, a strange curve forming at the corner of her lips.

With such a "harvest," it seemed she hadn't returned empty-handed.

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Section 9 Chapter 9: A Moment of Sharp Tongues, A Lifetime of Burning Ashes (Extra Chapter)

At the "Wild Rose" Inn, a middle-aged Caucasian woman, leaning over the counter watching a soap opera, yawned sleepily.

She recalled the sudden martial law in Raccoon City during the day, even armored vehicles patrolling the streets, and couldn't help but sigh that business would go through a period of decline.

However, the proprietress quickly put the sad thought out of her mind, because a customer had arrived.

A tall woman entered, wearing a slightly torn dark brown trench coat, holding a handsome mixed-race boy in her arms. They stumbled in, their postures intimate, clearly a pair of illicit lovers out for a secret rendezvous.

With her seasoned eyes, the proprietress reached a firm conclusion internally, her plump lips curving slightly upwards.

These were the kind of customers she liked; they would definitely be willing to stuff more cash as a tip to keep quiet about their grand "Watt Movement."

"A room with good soundproofing, and please prepare some dinner, thank you."

Under the innkeeper's suggestive gaze, the woman produced a male ID card as collateral for the room and left a relatively generous tip of $10.

"You're in luck, little girl." The proprietress gave a strange smile and took out a key with a red tag from the bottom of a drawer, handing it to the tall woman waiting at the counter.

Ada glanced at the "Smurfs" in transparent packaging pressed under the room key, her eyelids twitching slightly, but she quickly smiled knowingly, leaving no trace.

Tens of minutes later, the proprietress looked up at the creaking floorboards above her, skillfully dusting off the falling dust, and secretly mused: youth is truly wonderful.

Meanwhile, Ada Wong looked at the "artwork" she had secured on the bed, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Then, the female agent stimulated certain acupoints on the "victim's" head, waking the unconscious person.

Kevin instinctively tried to move his body, only to find himself unable to.

Hmm... Shibari... Professional! The victim couldn't help but let out muffled sounds of admiration and amazement.

As for why he couldn't praise her directly, it was because of the gag in his mouth...

"Slap!" Ada Wong, with a strange smile, flicked her black riding crop and walked over gracefully.

Then, to Kevin's horrified gaze, she pulled over a chair, sat down, leaned forward with her left hand supporting her chin, and pressed the riding crop held in her right hand to the victim's lips.

"The proprietress at the counter seemed to have misunderstood something. She very enthusiastically recommended this room, but it's indeed very suitable for interrogation, don't you think, kiddo?"

The female agent's lips curved upwards, and amidst the warm lighting and the ambiguous, wild decor all around, she showed no trace of shyness.

"& # @ & % (Let's talk it out)..." With muffled speech, Kevin struggled to lift his head, signaling Ada to remove the object blocking his mouth.

As the female agent leaned down, she whispered softly into Kevin's ear.

"By the way, I told the proprietress: unless requested, don't disturb our [deep communication], so remember to behave, cutie."

As the restraint on his lips was removed, Kevin first coughed and gasped for breath, then gave a dry laugh, showing feigned goodwill to the legendary female agent.

"Although no amount of gratitude can express my repayment for saving my life earlier, aren't we moving a bit too fast?"

Ada's gaze shifted from the steak knife she was twirling between her fingers, and she smiled slightly.

"When people lie, their heart rate quickens, pupils dilate, eyes dart, and breathing becomes rapid. Unfortunately, you exhibit all these basic characteristics."

"Now, can you tell me who, or which organization, you work for, rookie?"

"Organization? Work for? Is there some misunderstanding between us?"

Kevin breathed a slight sigh of relief but was still bewildered, trying his best to ease the dangerous atmosphere between them.

The female agent used the steak knife to lift the boy's chin, her eyes narrowing.

"This is our first meeting, why would you show such great hostility and wariness towards your savior? Is that polite, wouldn't you say?"

"My mom always told me to stay away from pretty women because they're the biggest liars. It's a family value..."

Kevin finally recalled the fatal mistake he had made due to his impulsiveness during their first encounter.

The excitement of surviving the ordeal had caused him to instinctively reveal his most sincere thoughts at the time, showing an inexplicable rejection towards the dangerous Ada Wong.

And this rejection was inexplicable. Should he tell her that he had admired her from afar in another world and kept his distance?

So, Kevin blinked his eyes and bluffed, hoping to get away with it.

As a top talent in her field, Ada naturally wouldn't be fooled by such a clumsy excuse.

She opened an encrypted file on her phone and showed it to Kevin with a smile.

"I'm afraid your parents passed away early, and they didn't seem to have the time to instill this interesting family value in you."

"Also, your tactical evasion maneuvers when fighting the Tyrant were very standard. Such things are generally not leaked unless one has undergone rigorous military training, so how do you explain that?"

Two consecutive analyses left Kevin speechless.

With Ada's playful, cat-and-mouse expression, he felt an even greater sense of powerless frustration. He was still too green.

In the silence, time dripped away. Ada glanced at her watch, gently helped the victim up, and leaned in to whisper intimately in his ear.

"Little one, do you know there are many exciting games in this room?"

"If you play too rough... people can die..."

The moment Kevin's body stiffened, Ada grabbed both ends of the black riding crop and, after wrapping it once around the victim's neck, twisted it backward.

As the force gradually increased, Kevin's chest heaved violently, his face turned purple, and his eyes became bloodshot. Even as his gaping mouth drew in ragged breaths, he couldn't alleviate the agonizing pain of mechanical asphyxiation.

Just as Kevin's vision darkened and his thoughts began to drift away from his body, the riding crop coiled around his neck suddenly loosened.

Kevin immediately felt like a beached fish returned to the sea, greedily drawing in the surrounding oxygen.

Then, before he could react, his neck was tightened again, loosened, tightened, loosened...

After several repetitions, the fear of having narrowly escaped death left him with no room for luck.

"BSAA! I'm working for the BSAA! And we've successfully flipped a high-ranking Umbrella Corporation executive! I'm the contact!"

This was actually a half-truth. The BSAA organization did exist, but it only emerged after the Raccoon City biohazard crisis.

The only trump card he had to save his own life was the connection to Alice.

Because Ada, the mysterious female agent of the industry, was after the T-Virus. Compared to aimlessly infiltrating and searching, the clues he held were more convenient and effective.

Therefore, he definitely had value!

Driven by the primal urge to survive, Kevin's mind raced, his thoughts clearer than ever before.

"BSAA? You mean those British guys?" Ada seemed to know about this mysterious organization that should have appeared after the Raccoon City crisis.

This outcome made Kevin, who was already struggling with timeline changes, feel like his brain was about to explode.