A1 Tyrant Appears

"Excellent! Amazing!"

"Oh my God!"

"Now this is real special effects."

The director excitedly grabbed the assistant director beside him and pointed at Andrew floating in the sky. The assistant director was equally moved as he watched Andrew soar through the air.

Following the script, Andrew slowly descended. The girl in his arms began to speak. "Andrew, you're my hero." As she spoke, her eyes gradually closed, and her lips slowly rose toward his.

"Cut!"

The director waved his hand grandly, extremely satisfied. The smile on his face had never stopped.

"Andrew, tonight..." The girl in his arms blushed shyly, wrapping her arms around Andrew's neck and gazing at him seductively.

"Tonight? What about it?" Although Andrew said that, the "hormones" in his heart were already surging wildly.

"Can you take me somewhere? Somewhere with just you and me." The girl whispered into Andrew's ear, her pleasant voice making him feel both eager and excited.

"Sure, sure. Take my car tonight. I just bought it." Andrew looked at the girl in his arms and kissed her again.

"You're awful. See you later." She pushed Andrew away in mock resistance, gave him a wink, and ran off shyly.

Licking his lips, Andrew closed his eyes and savored the memory of that moment.

The staff present merely smiled at the sight.

"Boss."

"What is it?" Wesker answered his subordinate's radio call.

"Firefly intends to take Andrew somewhere. I've already sent video footage of the scene to the main system," the subordinate said.

"Understood. Keep watching the scene."

"Yes, boss."

Wesker watched the video sent by his subordinate, his icy gaze fixed on the excited and self-satisfied Andrew on the screen.

Elsewhere.

"Max, can you come with me tonight to a secret place that belongs only to you and me?" The sexy, curvaceous third female lead noticed Electro rehearsing his lines alone and walked over. She leaned close to his ear and spoke seductively.

The third female lead was very confident that Max would obey with just a crook of her finger, already fantasizing about their beautiful date tonight.

After all, she had noticed the desire in Max's eyes when he first saw her.

But then—

"Huh? Sorry, I don't have time. My main task right now is to make the movie 'Electro' a success." Electro spoke to the third female lead with an apologetic expression. If it had been the day they first met, he really would have gone out to have fun with her.

But this had been arranged by Nathan Hawke.

If Nathan Hawke had seriously arranged something, then he had to do it well. At the same time, Electro remembered following Nathan Hawke underground that day and watching Nathan Hawke summon Ryoma Sengoku. He could not help wondering whether his movie was somehow connected to Nathan Hawke's summons.

"Eh!" The third female lead stared at his apologetic expression in astonishment. This was different from the information she had gathered. Didn't he love this sort of thing? Why was he rejecting someone as sexy and voluptuous as her?

"I'll wear your favorite shoes and clothes. As long as my hero likes it, I can do anything." After saying that seductively, the third female lead widened her eyes at the fingertips crackling with electric arcs.

"I said it already. I need to work seriously right now. If you want, wait until filming is over." Killing intent enveloped the third female lead, nearly scaring her into wetting herself.

"Tell me, who sent you?" Electro stopped pretending and asked directly. At the same time, he nodded toward a hidden corner, and a figure wearing Weapon Research Department armor jumped down.

"Didn't we check everyone who came in?" Electro said irritably. Delaying Nathan Hawke's business meant delaying his own.

"Sorry, it was our negligence. But we already know that she came into contact with some 'special' people. We just haven't identified them yet," the armored man said.

"Yes, yes, yes! I was only doing what the higher-ups told me! They told me to bring Lord Electro somewhere. The rest isn't something I was supposed to know!" The third female lead collapsed to the ground and begged desperately.

"Take her away. Once you get the address, tell me. I need to hurry up and get into character." Electro waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes." The armored man immediately knocked out the third female lead and took her away.

"More idiots who don't know their place. I'll wipe you all out tonight," Electro said viciously.

The starlight was especially brilliant that night.

Andrew drove his convertible supercar out into the countryside, holding the girl in his arms and breathing in her fragrance. The corners of his mouth could not help rising.

"Liz, if I'm not satisfied with this 'nice place' you mentioned, I'll have to teach you a proper lesson, little fox." Andrew patted her raised, perky rear.

"Hmph, you'll definitely get excited," Liz said, throwing Andrew a seductive glance.

"Then I'll look forward to it. Hehe." Andrew stomped down on the accelerator, and the engine roared to life.

Inside the Umbrella Corporation.

"So, can A1 begin combat testing?" Wesker asked Ryoma Sengoku beside him.

Ryoma Sengoku curled his lip disdainfully. "It's mediocre."

Ryoma Sengoku looked at the experimental Tyrant specimen before him, sealed inside a two-and-a-half-meter-tall tank filled with nutrient solution.

"The A1 Tyrant's stability is a little poor, but its strength and explosive power are twice what we calculated for the stable version." Ryoma Sengoku held up one finger to Wesker.

"It can operate for one hour under normal conditions, or twenty minutes after activating Berserk Mode. After that, its cells will collapse, and its entire body will burst into a puddle of 'slurry.'"

Seeing Wesker ask about this, Ryoma Sengoku pushed up his glasses. The glare on his lenses made him look especially sharp.

"Got work tonight?"

"Mm." Wesker merely gave a casual hum and did not explain the specifics.

"Okay. Just have someone send me the combat data afterward. I'll be leaving first." Ryoma Sengoku waved and left.

A cool breeze swept across the weeds and dry earth. In the distance stood several houses.

"This is the 'nice place' you were talking about?" Andrew looked around at the scenery speechlessly.

"We're not there yet." Liz pointed at one of the houses. "That's my house in the countryside. There are lots of costumes inside for role-playing."

"Ohhh." Andrew dragged out his voice, though inwardly he wondered why they had come somewhere so far away. Wouldn't a hotel have been better? It was not like he lacked money. But then he thought again.

He could not help grinning. "You little vixen. If you wanted more of my time, you could've just said so. Why go through all this trouble?"

"Hehe." Liz merely smiled without speaking. She held Andrew's head with both hands and kissed him.

A while later, Andrew drove to the house Liz had indicated and stopped in front of it.

The instant he got out of the car—

Danger!

Goosebumps instantly rose across Andrew's back.

Biu~

Andrew looked at Liz, who had been shot in the head, and instantly spread out his Psychic Power. His eyes widened. "This many people!"

"Capture him!" A roar rang out.

Gunshots erupted one after another, bullets flying toward Andrew from all directions.

"Is that all?" Andrew waved his hand, and a swamp-like field of Psychic Power trapped the bullets coming at him.

The bullets filling the air stopped before him. Andrew waved his hand again, and the bullets shot back even faster.

Clanging sounds, muffled groans, and cries of pain rang out...

A blinding silver flash struck Andrew's eyes.

"What is that?" Andrew saw the newcomer leap into the air, a silver right arm swinging toward him.

Andrew lifted a dead enemy's body with his left hand and hurled it at the attacker.

Clang! The newcomer swung an arm and blasted the body away, then pierced another flying corpse with one hand. Splat!

He stepped in front of Andrew and prepared to throw a punch.

"That's it?" Andrew sneered disdainfully and shoved at him with Psychic Power.

Boom!

The opponent crashed straight into a house.

"Looks like I'll have to get serious." Andrew looked at the growing number of enemies. Is this Hydra? That style... it probably is.

He then frowned and looked at the enemy he had blasted into the house as he stood back up.

"This guy's body seems different from the others."

A helicopter flew through the sky, its rotors slicing through the air with a deep roar.

"We can only stop here. If we go any farther, we'll be spotted," someone in the helicopter said through an earpiece.

"Good. Deploy the A1 Tyrant here."

"Yes!"

The pilot operated the controls and buttons, gently lowering an iron container before opening it.

"A1 Tyrant deployment complete."

"Received. Pilot, return by the original route."

"Received."

Back inside the Umbrella Corporation, Wesker stood with his hands in his pockets, silently watching the screen.

"Boss, give the order." A scientist turned to Wesker.

"Other than Andrew, exterminate everyone you see."

As Wesker's order fell, the scientists began activating the control devices on the Tyrant's body.

"What is that thing?"

The Hydra agents immediately noticed a tall figure appearing at the perimeter.

"A new weapon?" one Hydra agent beside him asked.

"I don't know."

Only when they got a clear look at the newcomer did they see his enormous, powerful body, muscles bulging with incomparable strength. His skin was grayish-black, radiating an aura of death.

There were no human features on the Tyrant's face. In their place was a twisted, grotesque visage. His eyes were filled with brutality and cruelty, revealing endless cunning and evil.

Devil-like horns grew from the top of his head, making him seem like an emissary from hell. The Tyrant's arms were exceptionally powerful, his fingers transformed into sharp claws capable of tearing through steel. Thick hide covered his entire body, shielding him from most attacks.

The Tyrant's very presence radiated a terrifying aura that made people tremble.

"He's not one of ours!" A Hydra agent who had contacted his superiors immediately said.

"Eliminate him!"