'Doctor'

MA5B ICWS.

Length: 97.5 cm.

Height: 27.5 cm.

Magazine: 60 rounds.

Caliber: 7.62 x 51mm AP-FMJ.

AP-FMJ.

Armor Piercing - Full Metal Jacket.

The projectile core utilizes a lead-antimony alloy or other metals to increase its specific gravity and mass, allowing the bullet to withstand the propellant force upon firing without deforming or wearing down.

Upon entering high-density targets, such as the human body, it produces a "tumbling" effect, causing deep, extensive muscle lacerations, severing arteries, or shattering bone.

Rate of fire: 900 rounds per minute / 15 rounds per second.

Accuracy: Moderate.

Effective lethal range: 300 meters.

The MA5B features a bullpup design and is constructed from titanium alloy and polymers.

It can be equipped with various modifications, including a silencer, grenade launcher, standard flashlight, and a wider array of ammunition types.

The upper portion of the firearm features an integrated electronic suite that displays remaining ammunition, directional indicators, auxiliary aiming, and other functions.

The MA5B possesses excellent stability; it was designed with the harshest combat environments in mind, making jamming an extremely rare occurrence.

"Hmm... not bad, not bad at all."

Sui Bian looked at the relevant data displayed on the computer screen and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Although the MA5B still utilized live ammunition rather than overly sci-fi energy weapons, its reliability and craftsmanship were far superior to any firearm currently on the market.

Equipped with AP-FMJ rounds, the MA5B could inflict "shredding" damage on biological targets at close to medium range.

Subsequently.

Sui Bian changed into gray trousers, a black shirt, and brown leather shoes. He tucked two USB drives into his pockets, held the MA5B in one hand, left his quarters, reached the second-floor corridor, and headed straight for the elevator in the center of the floor.

Taking the elevator to the third floor of the Hive, he walked through corridors so clean they were reflective, eventually arriving at the high-tech weapons research and development area.

Passing through the large blast doors and entering the R&D zone, Sui Bian could only summarize the place with one word.

Vast.

The space was extremely spacious.

The floors, walls, and even the ceiling were white, illuminated by bright lights, and equipped with a complete range of machine tools and workshops for various specialized tasks.

Walking along the passage in this area, Sui Bian could see many prototype weapons.

Such as the individual electromagnetic railgun from the Resident Evil 3 remake, or the "power armor" mounted on a nearly three-meter-tall mannequin, among others.

When Sui Bian took over the Hive, he had reviewed the detailed data and introduction for that "power armor"; it was a custom model for the Tyrant T-103.

The goal was to provide the Tyrant T-103 with sufficient defensive capabilities to counter ground armor or low-altitude aerial threats.

Equipping the Tyrant with power armor was a concept proposed by the Hive, but the Board of Directors had not provided sufficient support.

On one hand, existing technology was not mature enough to solve the power supply issue; on the other, the budget was burning through far too quickly.

Therefore, the Board of Directors favored the proposal from the Paris Headquarters and the Sixth Research Institute: the "Nemesis" project, also known as the boss from Resident Evil 3—the Pursuer.

Sui Bian, having taken over the Hive, did not scrap the power armor project, but he did propose to the head of high-tech weapons R&D that the target for the power armor be shifted from the Tyrant T-103 to humans.

After all, the Tyrant T-103 could now be mass-produced, and the cost was not high for Umbrella, allowing them to be categorized as disposable consumable weapons.

Furthermore, there was still a significant gap between the intelligence of the Tyrant T-103 and that of humans, so there was no need to place expensive power armor on a disposable weapon.

At this moment.

Sui Bian turned left into the workshop where the power armor was being researched and saw six researchers in white lab coats busy at work.

Four were sitting at a row of computers on the right side of the workshop, analyzing and recording experimental data, while two stood in front of the prototype power armor, whispering to each other.

Five of them were between 20 and 30 years old—young, energetic, and most importantly, possessing thick heads of hair.

However, the researcher standing in front of the prototype power armor, who was balding, stood out significantly from the other five young people.

Wearing black square-rimmed glasses, he was around fifty years old, of Chinese descent, and seventy percent of his remaining hair was white.

This balding man was the head of the Hive's high-tech weapons R&D department, Dr. Wang Zhaofeng.

Born in 1946, 52 years old, Chinese-American.

His parents had been Chinese students studying in the United States in the 1930s and, due to various factors (temptations), ultimately chose to remain in the U.S.

Wang Zhaofeng's parents had even participated in core U.S. military projects, providing significant assistance to the Allied victory in the latter stages of World War II.

Inheriting his parents' intelligence, Wang Zhaofeng was admitted to the Georgia Institute of Technology at 14, entered MIT for his master's degree at 17, and began his doctoral studies at 19.

Unlike his parents, Wang Zhaofeng did not seem to care much for the United States; instead, he harbored a strong desire to return to China.

For a top-tier talent of his caliber, the U.S. government and military were never going to let him walk free.

Consequently, on October 30, 1985, the CIA placed Wang Zhaofeng under house arrest.

It wasn't until January 23, 1991, that Umbrella's U.S. branch negotiated with the CIA, using the promise of deepened cooperation in arms manufacturing as a bargaining chip to successfully poach Wang Zhaofeng and arrange for him to work at the Hive.

The Hive's powered armor, railguns, and other prototype weapons were all developed under Wang Zhaofeng's leadership.

When Sui Bian first saw Wang Zhaofeng's detailed file, his mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of "holy crap" and "what a legend."

If the game's plot were to follow its original course, this brilliant man's ultimate fate would be to get infected by the T-Virus, becoming a mindless, walking corpse—nothing more than a nameless mob in the game.

Back to the present.

Seeing Sui Bian walk into the workshop, Wang Zhaofeng and his team set aside their work and gathered around him.

Wang Zhaofeng, in particular, had eyes that seemed to spark with intensity the moment he caught sight of the MA5B in Sui Bian's hand. He pushed up his glasses with his left hand and asked with unconcealed excitement:

"Mr. Sui... may I take a look at... that rifle in your hand?"

"Of course, that is exactly why I am here." Sui Bian smiled as well, then handed the MA5B to Wang Zhaofeng.

Wang Zhaofeng took the MA5B and began to examine it carefully. As he opened the electronic components, he remarked with a look of genuine fascination:

"The proportions of the frame are excellent, the weight of the empty rifle is very comfortable, and this electronic assembly in particular... hmm, very impressive."

With that, Wang Zhaofeng handed the MA5B to his assistants to continue their examination, then turned to ask Sui Bian, who was standing nearby:

"Mr. Sui, which research institute produced this prototype? Paris Headquarters? Or the Sixth Research Institute?"

"Neither." Sui Bian smiled and shook his head slightly. He then pulled two USB drives from his pocket and walked toward a row of computers on the right side of the workshop.

He said, "Doctor, come with me. There is something I want to show you."

?

"Very well."

Wang Zhaofeng followed Sui Bian to the computer, feeling somewhat puzzled as he prepared to see what exactly Sui Bian was up to.

However, the moment Sui Bian plugged the USB drives into the host and displayed their contents on the screen, the doctor's composure completely vanished.