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"Where have you gone?"
Tiredness seemed to have piqued his interest, and he leaned forward slightly.
"Based on the structural diagram of the mansion and the location where the signal last disappeared..."
Wesker paused, pointing his finger at a certain area on an electronic map.
"They most likely entered the staff dormitory area."
"Dormitory area?"
He repeated it over and over again, as if savoring the word.
"Where are the security cameras?"
It's damaged.
Wesker answered.
“During the initial outbreak of the virus, that area was one of the hardest hit, with most of the monitoring equipment and lines destroyed, becoming a blind spot.”
"what."
Lei let out a short, ambiguous laugh.
"The things you humans make are truly pathetic."
"They can't even keep an eye on the trouble they've created."
Wesker adjusted his sunglasses but did not refute.
He knew better than anyone that Umbrella's internal management was in disarray due to factional purges and that its equipment was outdated.
But it is not important.
What matters is the results.
This group... is more capable of creating 'surprises' than expected.
Wesker was making plans in his mind.
The woman with the knife, using the Water Breathing technique, did indeed have a restraining effect on "ghosts," although she seemed unconcerned about the dead plant ghost.
That woman named Nami, her magic is very peculiar and requires more data analysis. As for why it's considered magic, please, cannibals and so-called blood demon magic have appeared, so what's wrong with a witch who can use magic?
As for Zhou Ye... his ability to conjure objects out of thin air, the powerful flamethrower, and the RPG he gave Jill at the end.
Spatial capabilities? Or some kind of unknown technology?
interesting.
A very valuable sample of observations.
"It's no fun if you can't see it." The tired voice pulled Wesker back to reality.
He seemed to lose patience, jumped off the chair, and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor.
"Should I send some spiderlings in to take a look?"
He stretched out his fingers, and several almost invisible, blood-smelling threads were wrapped around his fingertips.
"unnecessary."
Wesker refused.
"It's pointless to alert the enemy."
"Besides, don't you think... struggling in the unknown darkness can better unleash their 'potential'?"
Wesker turned around, his sunglasses pointed at Lei.
"Umbrella needs complete combat data. Demon Slayer Corps, magicians, and that Zhou Ye with unknown abilities... as well as STARS' elites."
"Their reactions in dire circumstances are more valuable than mere torture and killing."
"certainly,"
Wesker added.
"This applies to both you and me."
Lei stared at Wesker for a few seconds, his bloodshot eyes devoid of any emotion.
"Ok."
He retrieved the silk thread.
"Then wait."
"Let's see if these bugs can crawl out of that 'blind spot'."
He jumped back onto the chair, hugged his knees, like a child waiting to watch a play.
But the indifference in those eyes was even colder than the temperature in the monitoring room.
Wesker turned back to the surveillance wall.
My fingers started moving again, bringing up the T-102, the Tyrant's incubation tank.
The enormous, muscular figure was submerged in green culture medium, its outline blurred, yet exuding a terrifying sense of oppression.
Real-world data... naturally, the more the better.
Jill Valentine, a member of STARS, will be a key piece in initiating the final test. Barry Burton… it’s about time to ‘guide’ him to do something.
As for being tired...
Wesker glanced at the "child" on the chair next to him.
A powerful, inhuman being.
The basis of cooperation is mutual benefit.
Maintaining a facade of peace is in the interest of both sides until the ultimate goal is achieved.
Immortality and power?
Wesker's lips curled into a slight smile.
The demon's power is indeed unique, but he has his own path.
A more controllable path, one that better aligns with his aesthetic.
"Wesker." Tired voice rang out again.
"Ok?"
"Do you think that if the Demon Slayer Corps, who uses swords, turned her into a 'demon,' she would still be able to use Water Breathing?"
The question of being tired is full of malicious amusement.
Wesker did not answer immediately.
He pulled up a surveillance camera showing footage of the storm raging outside the mansion.
"Perhaps. You should be the ones to ask that. In the long battle between the Demon Slayer Corps and the demons, I simply don't believe that no Demon Slayer Corps member has ever betrayed them."
His voice was like the raindrops outside the window, cold and unreal.
"Therefore, the prerequisite for your idea to come true is that you need to capture her first—Saeko Busujima."
The monitoring room fell silent again, with only the monotonous hum of the equipment continuing.
The snowflakes on the screen were jumping around.
Zhou Ye and his group are currently moving in the darkness, beyond the reach of surveillance cameras.
Unbeknownst to them, two inhuman eyes are watching their fate through cold screens and invisible networks.
Or rather, we are hoping they can put on a truly spectacular show.
Wesker's fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the control panel; a man-made crisis had already taken shape.
Chapter 17 Release the Zombies
Wesker's fingers stopped tapping. The oppressive atmosphere intensified suddenly.
Since you find it tiring and boring, let's make it a little more difficult for them.
Wesker's voice carried a calculated nonchalance as he turned to the control panel and brought up a 3D diagram of the mansion. Red warning signs flashed on the screen for the second and third floors.
Most of the zombies on the second and third floors were locked up for experimental purposes.
Wesker's long fingers slid across the touchscreen, marking out several enclosed areas.
All you need to do is open the locked door, and then use your tired spider with some blood to get to the dormitory area.
Wesker turned to look at Lei, his eyes behind his sunglasses unreadable.
The swarming zombies will surround them, and whether they can break through depends on their skills.
Lei straightened up from the chair, a hint of interest flashing in his bloodshot eyes. He tilted his head, like a child observing a toy about to be taken apart.
interesting.
His voice was soft yet chilling. He raised his pale hand, and a few almost invisible blood vessels reappeared at his fingertips.
Blood of living people
He looked down at his fingers.
It must be very appealing to those zombies, right?
"Naturally, zombies are very sensitive to flesh and blood."
After Wesker finished speaking, he turned to the console and entered a series of commands. Several red unlock icons appeared on the screen.
Security protocols lifted. The second-floor east wing isolation zone is now unsealed.
The electronic female voice coldly confirmed Wesker's instructions.