A Sharp Tongue Feels Good Until You Turn Around and End Up in the Crematorium (Bonus Update)

The limp bait seemed to unleash its survival instinct. He leaped up, clung desperately to this lifeline, and kept climbing.

Though the Rope Gun could bear the weight of two people, it made the trunk shake violently.

After sabotaging each other, Ada Wong had lost all of her earlier elegance. She and the bastard wrapped around her waist and hips slammed into the trunk one after the other.

With a sideways charge, the Tyrant slashed with its claws, leaving the thick tree—so wide it would take two people to encircle it—on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, Ada Wong frowned and glanced at the "deadweight" hanging from her, the corner of her mouth twitching.

"Next time the Rope Gun fires, let go of your claws if you don't want to die. There's a heavy weapon under the truck's driver's seat."

Kevin, who was equally unwilling to die, wisely made a temporary truce with the woman. His hands locked around Ada Wong's waist and abdomen behaved themselves a little better, though they still showed no sign of letting go.

"Whoosh!" The instant the cedar fell, Ada Wong slowed her breathing and pulled the trigger. The grappling hook struck another plane tree with perfect accuracy.

As the rope reeled in, the two swung through the air.

When they reached the point closest to the ground, Kevin let go as promised. He rolled backward at an angle to disperse the impact, then headed for the smoking truck.

His physical ability was poor, and his movements were unpolished, but he seemed to have received professional training.

Yet that hostility from their first meeting—it was as if he knew who I was. Could he be another rookie in the business?

After the earlier probing, Ada Wong, who was responsible for luring the enemy away, came to a simple conclusion. A woman's keen insight showed itself in every detail.

At the moment, Leon was busy digging Claire out of the rubble and bandaging her wounds. He was clearly no help.

Even the Remington and Steel Core rounds could not break through its defenses, so Kevin could only see what kind of heavy weapon Ada had mentioned.

As for running?

He was already exhausted. Such a brainless move would only get him killed faster.

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

Fortunately, the thing had no password. Kevin easily opened the latches.

The contents immediately made his throat bob as he swallowed hard. This thing was brutal, just as expected!

A mere three-minute struggle had shown the lone Ada Wong just how terrifying the Tyrant was: horrifying explosive strength and speed, a body immune to small and medium-caliber bullets, and extraordinary endurance that never tired.

In open terrain, it would be a one-sided massacre against a troop without heavy weapons!

Boom! Amid the violent blast, wood chips flew everywhere. Ada Wong's tan trench coat had already been shredded, the edges of her red lace dress were torn open, and two splinters had even embedded themselves in her wrist.

After the Tyrant's rampage, the area within dozens of meters had been stripped bare of cover. The situation was critical.

Should I...? Ada Wong shifted her gaze to the rookie cop who had just settled his companion, and the thought of shifting the disaster onto him rose in her heart.

"Move!" Just as the female agent was driven into a corner and prepared to risk everything, an excited roar sounded behind her.

Kevin dropped to one knee, shouldering an army-green RPG. He locked onto the hulking figure behind Ada Wong through the sight, then pulled the trigger just as the female agent leaped aside.

The rocket left an orange trail of flame as it spiraled forward, flying straight at the Tyrant's face.

However, to everyone's utter horror, the Tyrant's lowered right hand suddenly shot out and caught the incoming rocket in its bare hand. The people who had thought victory was assured nearly had their eyes fall out.

The rocket's initial speed might not have been high, but nobody had ever heard of a freak catching one barehanded!

This thing was insane!

Under everyone's horrified gaze, the Tyrant took several steps back, halted its momentum, drew its right arm back, and actually hurled the rocket away.

"Fuck!" Beside an abandoned police car, Leon stared at the smoking thing embedded in the road, his brow twitching wildly.

Still cursing, he instinctively grabbed Claire, who had a mild concussion, and leaped behind the abandoned police car.

Boom! Fierce flames shot into the sky, and Kevin shrank his neck.

Had he... just screwed over his teammates?

Bang! Bang! Having just escaped danger, Ada Wong saw Kevin spacing out. Ignoring her injured wrist, she fired to draw the Tyrant's attention and snapped at him furiously.

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

Amateur! Watching her temporary ally fumble around in a panic, Ada Wong pressed one hand to her forehead, contempt flashing in her eyes.

To hell with being in the same line of work. He was just a rookie! She must have had a brain fart to expect him to turn things around.

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

Then he took a deep breath and waited for the best moment to fire, because this was the last rocket in the black case.

At last, because of its massive body, the Tyrant revealed an opening in its defenses the instant it slashed with its claws.

Kevin immediately pulled the trigger. The Tyrant actually caught the rocket between its thick arms against its chest!

Damn it! Again! Fine beads of sweat instantly formed on his forehead.

Bang! At the same time, Ada Wong, her body trembling as she leaned against a tree trunk, gripped her pistol with both hands and fired. The bullet struck the rocket's fuse with precision.

The projectile in the Tyrant's arms exploded at once, and the flying shrapnel blasted the monster's bluish-gray head apart.

Wriggling brain matter, stark white skull fragments, and glittering pieces of silver electronic components scattered over the pitted grass.

After its massive body stopped twitching, the Tyrant crashed heavily to the ground.

Exhausted and battered by the blast, Kevin was equally drained. He panted heavily, then fell backward onto the grass.

"Ding. Virus Strain confirmed dead. Preparing to absorb and convert its leaked Bio-energy..."

As a mechanical synthesized voice sounded in his mind, Kevin suddenly felt the agony of his muscles tearing apart. Unable to hold on any longer, the boy blissfully closed his eyes and passed out completely.

In the minutes after the Tyrant's death, faint human voices gradually seemed to drift through the Acre Mountains. Ada Wong crawled out of the grass, a headache coming on as she pressed her lips together.

The moment her gaze fell upon a certain man "playing dead," the female agent narrowed her eyes, a strange curve lifting at the corner of her lips.

With a "harvest" like this, she had not come back empty-handed after all.

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Chapter 9: Sharp Tongue Feels Good for a Moment, Then Comes the Crematorium

At the Wild Rose motel, a middle-aged white woman lay over the counter watching a soap opera, yawning sleepily.

Thinking of Raccoon City's sudden lockdown during the day, and even the armored vehicles patrolling the streets, she could not help sighing over the coming slump in business.

However, the landlady quickly tossed that depressing thought aside, because guests had arrived.

The tall woman who pushed through the door wore a somewhat damaged dark brown trench coat and had a handsome mixed-race boy in her arms. The two staggered along intimately, clearly a cheating pair who had come out for a little fun.

With her experienced eye, the landlady reached a firm conclusion, the corners of her plump lips rising slightly.

These were exactly the kind of customers she liked. For the sake of their great "Watt Movement," they would definitely be willing to slip her a bigger tip to keep quiet.

"A room with good soundproofing, please. Prepare some dinner as well. Thank you."

Under the motel owner's suggestive gaze, the woman tossed out a man's ID as collateral for the room and left a relatively generous ten-dollar tip.

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

Ada glanced at the transparent package of Smurfs pressed beneath the room key, the corner of her eye twitching slightly. Yet she immediately understood and smiled without showing it.

Dozens of minutes later, the landlady watched the floorboards overhead creak wildly. She expertly dusted off the debris that fell onto her and sighed to herself: youth was wonderful.

Meanwhile, Ada Wong looked at the "artwork" she had secured to the bed, and the corner of her lips lifted slightly.

Then the female agent stimulated several pressure points on the "victim's" head, waking the unconscious man.

After Kevin instinctively moved his body, he discovered that he could barely move.

Hmm... tortoise-shell bondage... professional! The victim could not help letting out a muffled "Mmph" of admiration.

As for why he did not say the compliment aloud, it was because a ball gag had been stuffed into his mouth...

Smack! Ada Wong, wearing a strange smile, flicked a black riding crop as she approached with graceful steps.

Then, under Kevin's horrified gaze, she pulled over a chair and sat down. Supporting her chin with her left hand and leaning forward, she pressed the riding crop in her right hand against the victim's lips.

"The landlady at the counter seems to have misunderstood something. She enthusiastically recommended this room, but it really is suitable for interrogation. Don't you think, little boy?"

The female agent's lips curled slightly. Beneath the warm lighting and amid the suggestive, wild decor, she showed not the slightest trace of embarrassment.

"Mmph... let's talk this out..." Kevin raised his head with difficulty through the muffled sounds, signaling for Ada to remove the thing blocking his mouth.

As the female agent bent down, she leaned close to Kevin's ear and whispered gently.

"Oh, right. I told the landlady not to disturb our intimate exchange unless requested. So be good, sweetheart."

Once the restraint around his mouth was removed, Kevin first coughed and caught his breath. Then he gave the legendary female agent a dry laugh and put on a show of false goodwill.

"Although no method could ever repay you for saving my life, aren't things between us moving a little too fast?"

At that, Ada looked away from the dinner knife spinning between her fingers and smiled faintly.

"When people lie, their heartbeat quickens, their pupils dilate, their gaze flickers, and their breathing becomes rapid. Unfortunately, you have all of those signs."

"Can you tell me now who you work for—or which organization you serve, rookie?"

"Organization? Serve? Is there some misunderstanding between us?"

Kevin relaxed slightly, though he was still completely confused. He tried his best to ease the dangerous tension between them.

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

"When we first met, why did you show such hostility and wariness toward your savior? That's very polite of you, isn't it?"

"My mom said I should stay as far away from pretty women as possible, because they're the best liars. It's a family principle..."

Kevin finally remembered the fatal mistake he had made at their first meeting due to his carelessness.

The excitement of surviving the disaster had made him instinctively reveal his most sincere thoughts at the time, making him show an inexplicable rejection toward Ada Wong, this dangerous woman.

And there was no way to explain that rejection. Was he supposed to tell her that in another world, he had long admired Auntie Wang from afar and respectfully kept his distance?

So Kevin blinked and made up nonsense, hoping to muddle through.

As one of the industry's top talents, Ada naturally would not be fooled by such a clumsy excuse.

She opened an encrypted file on her phone and smiled as she showed it to Kevin.

"Unfortunately, your parents died early. They apparently never had the chance to instill this interesting family principle in you."

"Also, when you fought the Tyrant, your tactical evasive maneuvers were very standard. This sort of thing is basically never shared outside of rigorous military training. So how do you explain that?"

The two consecutive breakdowns left Kevin speechless.

Under Ada's teasing expression, like a cat playing with a mouse, he felt a helpless sense of defeat. He was still far too green.

In the silence, time trickled away bit by bit. Ada looked at her watch, gently helped the victim sit up, then leaned close to his ear and whispered intimately.

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

"If things get out of hand... people die..."

The instant Kevin's body stiffened, Ada grasped both ends of the black riding crop, looped it around the victim's neck, and pulled backward in a reverse choke.

As she gradually increased the force, Kevin's chest rose and fell violently, his face turned purple-red, and his eyes filled with blood vessels. Though his open mouth kept gasping for air, nothing eased the near-death agony of mechanical asphyxiation.

Just as Kevin's vision darkened in waves and his thoughts nearly drifted from his body, the riding crop around his neck suddenly loosened.

Kevin immediately became like a stranded fish returned to the sea, greedily sucking in the surrounding oxygen.

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

After several repetitions, the terror of narrowly escaping death stripped away every trace of wishful thinking.

"BSAA—the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance! I work for the BSAA! And we've successfully turned a senior Umbrella Corporation executive! I'm the contact person!"

This was actually a half-true, half-false answer. The BSAA did exist, but it would only emerge after the Biohazard Crisis in Raccoon City.

The only card he had to keep himself alive was the Alice lead.

After all, the objective of Ada, the mysterious female agent of the industry, was the T-Virus. Compared to blindly infiltrating and searching, the clues in his hands were far more convenient and effective.

Therefore, he definitely had value to exploit!

Driven by his desire to survive, Kevin's brain raced, his thoughts clearer than ever before.

"BSAA? Those Brits?" Ada seemed to know of the mysterious organization that should not have appeared until after the Raccoon City crisis.

This outcome nearly made Kevin's head explode. He had already been troubled enough by the changes to the timeline.