Successful Positioning

BANG!

Accompanied by a thunderous gunshot!

The skull of the zombie researcher lunging at the group bloomed and exploded like a flower bud, brains and bone fragments splattering in every direction!

Its headless corpse ran two more steps due to momentum before collapsing to the ground with a thud, landing less than a meter away from the shareholders huddled together in front.

They stared with wide, terrified eyes, their bodies trembling violently and uncontrollably.

Beside them, Wesker calmly tucked the large-caliber revolver, its muzzle still smoking, back into his coat.

"How could an infected appear here?! And this guy was perfectly fine ten minutes ago, how did he change just like that?!!"

A bloated shareholder shrieked hysterically, his eyes glaring at Wesker with a mix of panic and fury.

As the head of the security department, the fact that a zombie had broken loose inside the base was a dereliction of his duty.

If the shareholders met with an accident due to his negligence, his career would effectively be over.

"Wesker, did you intentionally gather us shareholders here so we would all meet with an accident, just so you could be the sole power in the company?"

"Hmph, I think that's exactly it. Always wearing those sunglasses—are you afraid we'll see through your shifty eyes?"

"I will definitely tell the boss about what happened here!!"

Facing the shareholders' accusations, Wesker remained silent, staring at the headless zombie on the floor.

He also felt it was strange.

Virus detectors were installed throughout the base; once any risk of a leak was detected, the entire facility would flash warning lights and enter a state of Level 1 alert.

After all, the Umbrella base was the last refuge for humanity, and the Cloning Factory Gene Bank was the final spark ensuring the continuation of the species. Once contaminated, humanity would face total Extinction, and relying on a handful of immune individuals would never guarantee the survival of human civilization.

Yet, from the moment the riot broke out in the next room until now, the alarm system had not been triggered.

Could it be that they weren't infected by the T-Virus or G-Virus, but by a new variant not yet recorded by the company?!

"Ah!! It... it's moving again!!"

The shareholders began to wail and howl once more. The aggressive momentum they had displayed while questioning Wesker vanished instantly, replaced by high-pitched, girlish screams.

They watched as the zombie Wesker had just headshot stood up from the ground, its headless torso reaching out with deformed claws toward them—a truly horrifying sight!

This completely defied their understanding that a headshot meant certain death for a zombie.

Wesker was stunned. Wasn't this exactly like that man in the test chamber, who could still move freely even after his head was crushed?!

Could it be...

Just as he suppressed his discomfort and walked over, intending to fire and blast the headless zombie to pieces, a sudden pressure of wind struck from behind!

It was the shareholder who had just been tackled and had his face bitten off; he too had been assimilated into a zombie, his eyes pitch-black and his expression ferocious as he lunged at Wesker!

At the very moment those foul-smelling, rotting jaws were about to sink into him!

Wesker, true to his status as an evolved being who had successfully fused with the T-Virus, dodged with agility far exceeding a normal human, causing the creature to miss!

Unlike the other zombies they had seen, this one did not react sluggishly. After missing its first strike, it violently spun around and launched another biting attack.

SMACK!

This time, Wesker delivered a whip kick, sending the zombie spinning like a top until it slammed heavily into the one-way mirror used to observe the test chamber!

Wesker then raised his large-caliber revolver and fired several shots into the zombie, obliterating its head, arms, and legs, leaving it a limbless torso on the floor, completely stripped of all ability to move.

However, its black blood splattered across the one-way mirror...

At the same time, Xia Tianming, who had been standing silently in the test chamber, suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head toward a specific spot on the gray wall.

That feeling of "kin" was getting closer—it was in that direction!

Without a word, he rushed to the corner of the wall and looked up at the uniformly monotonous, towering gray structure.

Xia Tianming lifted his foot and stepped onto the vertical surface. The soles of his shoes, woven from the Blacklight Virus, immediately extended countless hair-thin tendrils that hooked firmly into the wall.

He then lifted his other foot and stepped up as well. He stood on the vertical wall with both feet, refusing to fall!

Xia Tianming then began to walk faster and faster on the vertical concrete wall as if it were flat ground, eventually breaking into a run, leaving deep indentations in the hard concrete with every step!

Meanwhile, the shareholders in the Safe House had not yet recovered from the thrilling emergency. One shareholder turned his head subconsciously and was shocked to find that the man in the center of the chamber had vanished.

"Wait... where did that guy go?!"

No sooner had the shareholder finished his terrified words than a figure suddenly appeared before him, separated only by the one-way mirror.

It was Xia Tianming, who had vanished from the test chamber!

He had run straight up the vertical wall to the outside of the Safe House's one-way mirror. His cold eyes stared fixedly at the mirror, which matched the color of the wall, as if he could see right through it. His gaze made the shareholder's skin crawl!

The others turned around and witnessed this horrifying scene.

"He... he can see through this one-way mirror?!" The shareholders panicked once again.

Wesker frowned and reassured them, "Impossible. This mirror has a special coating; even a 100,000-lumen searchlight couldn't penetrate it, and the soundproofing is unparalleled. There is no way he could see into our Safe House with the naked eye!"

His confident declaration had barely left his lips before he was immediately slapped in the face by reality.

Xia Tianming stood outside the mirror, morphing his hands into hammer-fists and slamming them viciously against the mirror disguised as a wall!

CLANG!!!

The deafening roar sent a sharp, painful jolt through the eardrums of the shareholders inside!

The one-way mirror, which had undergone special reinforcement, instantly sprouted a massive, spiderweb-like crack!

He actually noticed the abnormality of this wall section!!!

Wesker's eyes widened in disbelief behind his sunglasses; how on earth had he managed to track them down?

A quick scan revealed the dried black bloodstains still clinging to the inner surface of the mirror.

That was the splatter from when he had just executed the Zombie that burst into the room.

Could it be... that he had pinpointed the location of the Safe House based on those few drops of blood?!

And were these strange, suddenly erupting Zombies also infected by him?

While he was still piecing together these bizarre occurrences, Xia Tianming had already swung his Blacklight hammer-fists a dozen times, covering the entire reinforced, thickened one-way mirror in a dense web of cracks; it was estimated that it wouldn't take more than a few more strikes before it shattered completely!

At this moment, the shareholders inside the room began to howl in despair; with Zombies battering the door in front and a terrifying Mutant smashing the window behind, they were completely trapped in a hopeless situation!