Oswell E. Spencer

Guided by the head of Leech Marcus, the distance to Oswell E. Spencer grew ever shorter.

Hundreds of patrol soldiers on this floor had already been assimilated by Xia Tianming, becoming vessels for the Blacklight Virus!

They stood with stiff expressions and hollow eyes, resembling wax figures in a house of horrors.

With a single command from Xia Tianming, they could instantly transform into a Blacklight army to wage war for him!

"Smash through this wall; the space inside is hollow, providing a shortcut to reach that man's location," the Leech Marcus head in the fishbowl prompted him.

Xia Tianming looked at the wall before him, shifted his arm into Whip-fist Form, and slammed it against the surface!

BOOM!

The wall shattered as easily as tofu, and dust billowed into the air.

Before the dust could settle, Xia Tianming stepped into the hole, finding the space inside dim and gloomy.

Seeing how easily he had destroyed the wall, Marcus expressed surprise before continuing: "Keep hitting. Smash through all the walls behind this one as fast as you can, and we can reach him in the shortest time possible via this shortcut."

"Won't the noise we're making alert them?" Xia Tianming questioned.

"That is exactly why you must smash through these walls at maximum speed, so he has no time to react or escape," Marcus replied with a smile.

Maximum speed?

That was easy. Xia Tianming immediately entered [Rhino Armor Form], his size and strength surging exponentially in an instant!

He hunched his body slightly and launched a rhino-charge toward the wall ahead!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!!

The sturdy walls were no match for his unstoppable, violent form; they were shredded like paper, unable to offer the slightest resistance!

In less than five seconds, over a dozen walls were destroyed in succession. Five-meter-tall human-shaped holes appeared in their wake, leaving the floor littered with rubble and twisted steel—a scene of utter devastation!

As he smashed through the twentieth and final wall, a blinding light suddenly flooded in, causing his pupils beneath the viral helmet to contract.

It was a spacious, brightly lit hall in a classical style, with ancient Greek murals painted upon the high dome and a luxurious crystal chandelier hanging from the center.

This was clearly a reception hall, and a young woman sat at the front desk, holding a small vanity mirror while applying lipstick.

The sudden, deafening crash and the appearance of a massive, armored monster made her hand jerk, smearing the lipstick all the way to her ear.

Behind her stood an exquisite office door with a nameplate that read "Oswell E. Spencer."

There was no doubt that through that door lay the ultimate mastermind who held the rocket launch codes.

As the receptionist regained her senses, she let out a scream and reached for the elegant telephone on the desk to report to her boss.

SWISH!!

Xia Tianming immediately shifted his arm into Whip-fist Form, using a sweeping strike to tear her and the desk to pieces before consuming them. Her scream was cut short!

Seeing this, the Leech Marcus in the fishbowl couldn't help but remark: "Tsk, tsk. You really have no appreciation for beauty; you actually had the heart to kill such a pretty woman."

Xia Tianming ignored it. Beyond silencing the woman, he did it to harvest the memories from her brain.

Moreover, having been stripped of all human emotion by the Blacklight Virus, he saw no difference between man or woman, beauty or ugliness; they were all just food.

Through the vast amount of memories gained from consuming the receptionist, he learned that the door behind her was indeed the final entrance to Spencer's office.

Beyond that, there were some rather colorful memories between the receptionist and Spencer that played in his mind like an adult film...

He hadn't expected that even with this old man paralyzed in a wheelchair and hooked up to an IV, he was still so vigorous. Could he have used biochemical viruses to enhance that particular aspect of himself?

Since he had found Spencer's office, he no longer had any use for this chatterbox of a leech head.

Seeing him suddenly lower his head to stare with pitch-black eyes, Marcus felt a sense of foreboding and hurriedly said: "Hey, we reached a consensus! I brought you to Spencer, and you were supposed to let me watch him die. You can't just burn the bridge now and abandon me. A young man shouldn't go back on his word..."

Xia Tianming smiled without a word, carrying the fishbowl toward the office door labeled with Spencer's name.

Marcus finally breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't watch that old man die a miserable death with his own eyes, this whole trip would have been for nothing.

BOOM!

Arriving at the door, Xia Tianming politely kicked the entire thing off its hinges, revealing everything inside.

The room featured the same opulent, luxurious decor, but the dense barrage of gunfire he had anticipated never came.

There were no security forces waiting in the spacious room. Behind a massive conference table in the center of the office sat only a withered old man, his face a map of deep wrinkles, staring at Xia Tianming from his wheelchair with cloudy eyes.

He spoke in a hoarse, world-weary voice: "You have arrived. I knew you would eventually find your way here, though I did not expect it to be so soon."

This man, with one foot already in the grave, was one of the founders of the Umbrella Corporation—the very Spencer that Xia Tianming had come to find!

He seemed to have known Xia Tianming would come, yet he had made no attempt to flee, nor had he even set up security measures in the office.

"You old bastard, it's been a long time since you came down to visit me, so I've brought this young successor with infinite potential to see you myself, hehe," the Leech Marcus in the fishbowl cackled.

It couldn't wait to see how Spencer would be tortured to death.

Spencer stared at the fishbowl in Xia Tianming's hand with a confused expression, hesitating for a moment before asking: "Who... are you?"

Marcus...

"You senile old piece of trash, have you lost your mind?! I was reduced to this state because of you, you %...&"

Marcus froze, then flew into a rage, cursing at the top of his lungs. He wished he could crawl into Spencer's mouth and gnaw his aged brain to nothing.

Xia Tianming had no desire to listen to the two old men bicker, so he casually tossed the fish tank onto a nearby table and began walking toward Spencer, who sat in his wheelchair.

By consuming this old man, he would be able to obtain the launch codes for the rockets.

He had no intention of asking him personally; there was no need to waste his breath when he could simply seize the memories directly.

"Before I die, could you tell me what you came here for, and where this virus of yours came from?"

Watching the man who had destroyed most of the base's facilities walk toward him, Spencer asked with eyes wide with curiosity; even in the face of death, nothing could extinguish his lifelong passion for the virus.

However, the only answer he received was a Blacklight Whip-Blade surging with a murderous aura!

The force of the incoming whip-blade tore through the air, emitting a deathly shriek.

Just as it was about to pierce through Spencer's skull, a massive, pustule-covered hand suddenly lunged from the side and seized the Blacklight Whip-Blade!

The sharp barb stopped less than a fist's distance from Spencer's clouded eyeball...