One Shot to End It

04:47.

The eastern sky was turning pale with the first hint of dawn.

Raccoon City was still quiet. Only an occasional dog bark proved that the city had not yet become a "ghost town."

A mile north of the Raccoon Police Department, in a residential district, stood several American apartment buildings in the architectural style of the 1970s and '80s.

One of them was a seemingly newly built, upscale apartment building with twenty-two floors, located beside the main road leading to the city center.

At that moment,

a convoy consisting of a black van, a white SUV, and a blue pickup truck was driving along the main road.

The lead SUV turned right, guiding the convoy off the main road, then turned left into the front courtyard of the upscale apartment building.

All the doors opened at once. Sixteen fully armed members of Omicron swiftly exited the vehicles in teams of four.

Sui Bian, dressed in a suit, also climbed out of the van and followed Omicron's four combat teams toward the apartment's main entrance.

As an upscale apartment building, the entrance could only be opened with an access card, and the building was equipped with the latest surveillance system.

However...

"Beep." The access control "automatically" unlocked, and the surveillance system stopped working along with it.

That allowed Omicron and Sui Bian to enter the lobby without issue.

In fact, this was all thanks to Red Queen's covert intrusion. She had also cut off the building's communications to prevent the security guards from calling the police.

"Hey! Who are you?"

At the mention of security guards, one came rushing out of the security office on the right side of the lobby, holding a baton. He was heavily overweight, balding, and dressed in a white uniform shirt.

But when he saw that the intruders were fully armed members of Omicron, with several gun barrels pointed at him...

"Clang!" He dropped the baton straight onto the floor, raised his hands in terror, and fell to his knees to show that he posed no threat to Omicron.

Seeing this,

Lieutenant deliberately gave the order in Spanish. "Cuff him (Esposarlo)."

One of the Omicron members left the team and went behind the guard, taking zip ties and tape from the tactical pouch on his belt.

With practiced ease, he bound the guard's hands behind his back and taped his mouth shut. Then he dragged the helpless man back into the security office.

The door closed.

He rejoined the team.

The four teams continued onward.

Team A, which Lieutenant was part of, Team B, and Sui Bian took the only two elevators straight to the ninth floor, where Wesker lived.

Teams C and D waited in the stairwells and fire exits to ensure no one could escape from the upper floors.

Soon after,

both elevators arrived in the central lobby on the ninth floor, one after the other.

The moment the doors opened, the eight Omicron members in Teams A and B swiftly exited and moved quietly down the hallway to the right.

Since the hallways above the second floor were carpeted, and Teams A and B were deliberately moving quietly, they made very little noise.

As for Sui Bian, who had no actual combat experience, he stayed in the lobby and waited calmly.

Before long,

Teams A and B reached room 0907.

Lieutenant then gave the order with a hand signal, directing Teams A and B to take positions on either side of the door.

Next, the Omicron member farthest from the door in Team B left the group. He crouched in front of the door to examine the lock, then took two lock-picking tools from a pocket in his tactical vest.

In less than a few seconds, he put away the tools, raised his left thumb to signal that the lock was open, and returned to his position on the right side of the door with Team B.

Next,

the Omicron member at the front of Team B turned the handle and opened the door, gently pushing it inward to test it.

There was no resistance.

It seemed Wesker didn't use a security chain, or perhaps the door didn't have one at all.

After confirming this, the Omicron member pushed the door open and charged into Wesker's apartment, with the other three members of Team B following close behind.

Lieutenant's Team A stayed outside to provide support.

The four members of Team B rushed into the living room, quickly spreading out and checking every corner.

Wesker's apartment had a layout similar to Sui Bian's studio.

The kitchen and living room were combined. The bathroom was on the right side of the entrance, and the bedroom, with its door shut, was on the left.

There was nothing unusual in the living room. Three members of Team B aimed their guns at the bedroom door, while the fourth hurried forward, ready to kick it open.

With a single kick, the bedroom door flew open.

The moment he kicked it in, the man quickly retreated to give his teammates a clear line of fire.

Then...

Several muffled "pfft" sounds rang through the apartment.

"Crack! Thud!" Furniture, walls, and the mattress were torn apart by the bullets.

The two Team B members with the clearest line of fire pulled their triggers and fired controlled bursts into the bedroom, leaving it in ruins.

Looking inside,

they saw Wesker lying on his back on the bedroom carpet, wearing nothing but black shorts.

The bedside table not far from him was half open. Inside lay a Samurai Edge handgun, shaped like a Beretta 92F and made exclusively for S.T.A.R.S.

Wesker had always been alert, and he woke the moment Team B entered the living room.

But just as he rolled out of bed and tried to retrieve his gun, the bedroom door was kicked open, and two Omicron members opened fire on him.

Wesker had sustained injuries of varying severity to his abdomen, shoulder, arms, and legs. Blood had already soaked the carpet, and he had completely lost the ability to fight or move.

"Cough... cough..." Wesker coughed up blood and glanced at the two Team B members who had entered the bedroom. Using nearly the last of his strength, he managed to voice his confusion:

"How... did the company find out...?"

Wesker couldn't understand it. His operation had been airtight, and the company's higher-ups had no way of discovering evidence of his betrayal before he made his move. So why had the USS shown up here?

But...

No matter how cautious Wesker had been, he could never have imagined that Sui Bian was a time traveler.

"..." (x2)

The two Omicron members ignored Wesker's final question.

Before long, Sui Bian entered the bedroom as well. But when he saw Wesker lying in a pool of blood, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

He had mentally prepared himself for the many bloody scenes he would encounter in the future, but the first time was still hard to stomach. The smell of blood, like rust, was especially nauseating.

Still, it was within what he could handle.

Suppressing his discomfort, Sui Bian borrowed a pistol fitted with a suppressor from one of the Omicron members, then approached the dying Wesker.

He gripped the gun in his right hand and pointed it at Wesker's forehead. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze meeting Wesker's look of resentment.

"Pfft!"

"Thud!"

In the end, Sui Bian pulled the trigger, putting Wesker out of his misery with a single shot.