Ian just opened his mouth to say something to ease the situation, but William suddenly made a move and showed his hands. He held a grenade with the latch unplugged, and pressed the safety lever firmly with his thumb to prevent it from exploding.
"No one is allowed to move," William said. "If you kill me, this thing will explode and we will all die together." The atmosphere instantly became tense.
"There is no need to do this," Ian said. "The virus cannot kill you within 2-3 hours, which is enough time for us to complete the task. There should be an antidote in the Samsara Hall."
"That's right," Nate suddenly saw hope and echoed. "Everyone, please calm down."
"Shut up," William snapped. "I need you to throw all your weapons 20 meters away from you, otherwise we will all die."
Booth's hand was still on the gun, with calculations in his eyes. However, William's eyes were fixed on him.
"I know you are Superman, but if you dare to act rashly, this grenade will explode immediately," William threatened. "Now, do as I say. Time is running out." Zombie in the distance is approaching this area because of the movement just now.
"You didn't do this because of the virus at all, right?" Ian suddenly asked. "You want to leave the team. The question is why?"
"Your intuition is quite keen," William said, looking at him. Since childhood, William has found that his sense of existence is extremely low, almost transparent. This ability makes it difficult for him to make friends, maintain relationships, and even succeed at work, because his boss often forgets his name or ignores his work results.
Once, William was in urgent need of money, so he went to the casino to try his luck and won a lot of money. However, it was an underground casino and they didn't like losing so much money. William used his ability to avoid the pursuit of gangsters, and from then on, he began his life in the criminal world.
Before being summoned to the Samsara Hall, William was being hunted by a group of people to whom he owed a large sum of money, and who seemed to have military-grade equipment, rendering his abilities useless.
"I just don't trust your plan," William said.
"No, that's not the real reason - at least, not entirely," Ian said. He observed William carefully. "You want to join Alice's team and get the extra 200 points. Maybe you can also complete a few side tasks."
William narrowed his eyes. "So what? Look at that bastard's behavior, don't you understand yet? Points are everything here."
"Idiots. Meeting Alice's team will make the mission difficulty soar to the highest level," Booth sneered. Following Alice's team means encountering Tyrant and the bastard who is taking complete control of Raccoon City's situation - Dr. Isaacs.
"The greater the risk, the greater the reward," William retorted, revealing his gambler side.
"We do what he says," Ian said, his instinct warning him of impending danger. He took the lead and put his weapon aside.
"Throw away hers too," William pointed at Dr. Frey. Ian had no choice but to remove her weapon while she was unconscious. William looked at Nate.
"Should I throw it too?"
"Do you think I will go easy on you just because we are all infected?"
Nate sighed and put down his weapon.
"It's your turn," William said, looking at Booth who was still unmoved. "I'm not kidding." However, seeing Booth's calm reaction, he suddenly laughed. His eyes were full of malice and madness. William waved the grenade in his hand like a flag.
"Now is not the time to be a hero," Ian cursed at Booth. He could see that this person named William was really crazy, and he would probably risk everyone's lives.
"Okay," Booth compromised. He threw away the gun, grenades and sword.
"And the knife in your boot," William said. Booth snorted and threw the knife away. "Now, I need you to retreat 20 meters away from the weapon."
"Don't push yourself too far."
"Don't force me," William sneered. This man was Superman, which meant that he was still fast enough to pick up the weapon and kill them. Booth glared at him fiercely, and then did so. When he retreated far enough, William suddenly took out a smoke bomb from nowhere and threw it on the ground.
Everyone covered their faces, and when the smoke cleared, William had disappeared. 'This is definitely not the first time he has done this kind of thing,' Ian thought to himself. He heard the footsteps of William running to the nearest street corner and disappearing from sight.
"What... what happened?" Dr. Frey suddenly said. It seemed that the smoke had woken her up, but she was still a little groggy.
"Let's go," Booth said, he had already taken back his weapon.
"Then what should I do?" Nate asked.
"You'd better hope his plan works," Booth said. The team headed towards the university. Booth seemed to be ignited with anger and went on a killing spree along the way. He eliminated every small group of corpses he encountered along the way.
Ian feels that he is very Luck to have such a "dedicated" nanny, otherwise with his frail mortal body, this mission would be much more difficult. The team's destination is the computer laboratory, and what Luck knows is that the power system there is still functioning. So, after cleaning up Zombie in the laboratory and sealing all entrances with barriers, Ian started working.
He first connected his watch to the computer with a USB cable and woke up Morgana. 'What a crude program,' he cursed secretly. Even by usual standards, this program - although considered advanced on Earth - is too crude. Alas, there is no way, after all, although his clone is set to be a genius, it is still limited by the knowledge and resources of that Earth.
Ian took the opportunity to upgrade the program before invading Umbrella Corporation's network. He found a lot of valuable intelligence, including T-virus's formula, antidote, and other research data collected from Tyrant and Alice. But he suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?" Booth asked. He had been closely monitoring Ian.
"Raccoon City's network is physically isolated from their headquarters," Ian revealed.
"In other words, your plan won't work?" Booth asked, with a hint of solemnity in his tone.
"That's not necessarily the case. I just need to work around it a little bit," Ian said calmly. He quickly wrote two programs: an algorithm program and a program for bypassing the firewall. Umbrella is a listed company, which means that information about its employees can be found online. In addition, Raccoon City's network also contains some information.
His algorithm analyzed many employees and picked one who was gullible and prone to making mistakes. The algorithm showed him Helen Trow, an older woman who was the secretary to Umbrella Corporation's chief financial officer. She was old, had poor eyesight, and showed signs of diminished mental acuity. She had kept her job only because of years of loyalty.
Ian sent her a fake email that looked like it was sent from Raccoon City and had the highest security level. As expected, Helen clicked on the email and downloaded the content in the link, which contained the second program of Ian. As soon as the download progress reached 100%, Ian successfully penetrated into the network of Umbrella headquarters.
"It was a stupid mistake for these people to shut down Red Queen," he commented. After the first movie, Red Queen, the artificial intelligence that was Umbrella Corporation, was shut down. They didn't have a chance to build its successor - White Queen.
Without this high level of AI protection, Morgana easily bypassed all of their protective measures and gained access to their network and data center. Ian then quietly created a profile for himself and gave him the second-highest security access after the President.
Umbrella Corporation has his own private guard, so Ian used that account to issue an order to them, asking them to go to Raccoon City to evacuate a team that was performing a secret mission. The team was not included in the evacuation list when the virus initially broke out in the city.
"The helicopter will arrive in 25 minutes," Ian said.
"Very good," Booth said. If three people survive this mission, his bonus will be very generous.
"Can we finally leave this hellish place?" Dr. Frey asked.
"Yes," Ian nodded. However, his attention was already focused on studying T-virus.