One Shot Ends It

04:47.

The horizon was painted in the pale, fish-belly white of pre-dawn.

Raccoon City remained silent, save for the occasional bark of a dog, the only proof that this place had not yet become a "ghost town."

One kilometer north of the Raccoon City Police Department lay a residential district, home to several American-style apartment buildings dating back to the seventies and eighties.

Among them was a twenty-two-story high-end apartment complex that looked newly constructed, situated right beside the main thoroughfare leading to the city center.

At this moment.

A motorcade consisting of a black box truck, a white SUV, and a blue pickup truck was traveling along this main road.

The lead SUV turned right, guiding the convoy off the main road, then made a left turn into the front courtyard of the high-end apartment building.

All vehicle doors opened simultaneously, and sixteen fully armed members of Omicron exited the vehicles in four-man squads.

Sui Bian, dressed in a suit, also stepped out of the box truck and followed the four combat squads of Omicron toward the main entrance of the apartment building.

As a high-end complex, the main entrance required an access card to open, and the building was equipped with the latest surveillance system.

However...

With a "beep," the lock "automatically" disengaged, and the surveillance cameras ceased operation in tandem.

Thus, Omicron and Sui Bian were able to enter the lobby on the first floor without incident.

In truth, these were the results of the Red Queen's covert intrusion, which also included cutting off the building's communications to prevent the security guards from calling the police.

"Hey! Who are you people!"

No sooner had the thought of security crossed their minds than a guard—overweight, balding, and wearing a white uniform shirt—rushed out from the security office on the right side of the lobby, brandishing a baton.

However, the moment the guard saw that the intruders were fully armed Omicron operatives, with several gun barrels aimed directly at him...

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

Seeing this.

The Lieutenant deliberately issued an order in Spanish: "Esposarlo."

An Omicron operative stepped out of the formation, went behind the guard, and retrieved nylon zip ties and duct tape from the tactical pouch on his waist.

He skillfully bound the guard's hands behind his back, sealed his mouth with tape, and finally dragged the incapacitated guard back into the security office.

Door closed.

Back in formation.

The four squads continued forward.

Team A (the Lieutenant's squad), Team B, and Sui Bian took the only two elevators directly to the ninth floor, where Wesker resided.

Team C and Team D remained on standby in the stairwells and fire escapes to ensure no one could escape from the upper floors.

Shortly after.

The two elevators arrived at the ninth-floor central lobby in succession.

The moment the gates opened, the eight Omicron operatives from Team A and Team B quickly exited and moved lightly toward the right corridor.

Because the hallways above the second floor were carpeted, and both teams moved with deliberate stealth, they made very little noise.

As for Sui Bian, who lacked any real combat experience, he stood in the lobby and waited calmly.

Soon.

Teams A and B approached room number 0907.

The Lieutenant then used hand signals to issue orders, directing Teams A and B to stand on the left and right sides of the door, respectively.

Next, the Omicron operative furthest from the door in Team B stepped out of formation, crouched before the lock to examine its construction, and retrieved two lock-picking tools from the pocket of his tactical vest.

In less than a few seconds, the operative stowed his tools, gave a thumbs-up with his left hand to indicate the lock was open, and rose to return to his position in Team B on the right side of the door.

Following that.

The lead operative of Team B turned the handle, opened the door, and pushed it inward tentatively.

There was no resistance.

It seemed Wesker did not have the habit of using a security chain, or perhaps the door lacked one entirely.

After confirming this, the operative pushed the door wide open and charged into Wesker's apartment first, with the remaining three members of Team B following closely behind.

Team A, where the Lieutenant was positioned, remained outside to provide support.

The four members of Team B rushed into the living room, quickly spreading out to maintain distance while checking every corner.

The layout of Wesker's apartment was similar to Sui Bian's single-occupancy unit.

It featured an integrated kitchen and living room, with a bathroom to the right of the entrance and a bedroom with a closed door to the left.

There was nothing unusual in the living room; three members of Team B kept their weapons trained on the bedroom door, while the fourth stepped forward, ready to kick it open.

"Bang!" With a single kick, the bedroom door was easily forced open.

The moment the door flew open, the operative quickly retreated to provide his teammates with a clear line of sight.

Afterward...

"Pu! Pu-pu!" A few muffled sounds echoed through the apartment.

"Pa! Pu!" followed by the sound of bullets tearing through furniture, walls, and the mattress.

The two members of Team B, having secured the optimal firing angle, pulled their triggers to unleash a burst of fire into the bedroom, leaving the room in shambles.

Looking into the room, one could see Wesker, dressed only in black shorts, lying face-up on the bedroom carpet.

Not far from Wesker, the nightstand was pulled halfway open, revealing a Samurai Edge handgun, a custom model based on the Beretta 92F used by S.T.A.R.S.

Wesker, naturally vigilant, had been jolted awake the moment Team B stormed into the living room.

However, just as he rolled out of bed to reach for his sidearm, the bedroom door was kicked open, and he was immediately struck by the two Omicron operatives.

Wesker suffered varying degrees of injury to his abdomen, shoulder, arms, and legs; blood had already stained the carpet red, and he had completely lost the ability to fight or move.

"Cough... cough..." Wesker coughed up blood. Glancing at the two Team B members who had stormed into the bedroom, he used his remaining strength to voice his confusion:

"How... how did the Company find out..."

Wesker was utterly baffled. His security measures had been flawless, and the Company's upper management should have had no opportunity to discover evidence of his betrayal before he actually made his move. Why, then, would the USS appear here?

But...

No matter how cautious or meticulous Wesker had been, he never could have anticipated the existence of a transmigrator like Sui Bian.

"..." (x2)

Faced with Wesker's dying question, the two Omicron operatives simply chose to ignore him.

Before long, Sui Bian arrived in the bedroom. However, when he saw Wesker lying in a pool of blood, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Although he had mentally prepared himself to witness many bloody scenes in the future, he still found it difficult to adapt the first time, especially the rust-like scent of blood, which was truly nauseating.

Yet, it remained within his tolerance.

Suppressing his discomfort, Sui Bian borrowed a suppressed pistol from one of the Omicron operatives and approached the dying Wesker.

He gripped the gun in his right hand, aimed it at the forehead of Wesker—whose eyes were filled with resentment—and hesitated for a brief, conflicted moment.

"Pu!"

"Puchi!"

In the end, Sui Bian pulled the trigger with his index finger, ending Wesker's life with a single shot.