Raccoon City Police Department.
"West Office, clear."
"East Office, clear."
"Archives and Command Center, clear."
"Press Room and Lounge, clear."
"Alright, gather in the lobby."
Soon, four people gathered in the center of the first-floor lobby of the police station.
It was Ethan, Chris, Jill, and Rebecca, all fully armed.
"After so many years in bio-terrorism countermeasures, this is the first time I've encountered a situation without zombies or Lickers."
Jill tossed her golden hair that could no longer return to its original color, her tone filled with unprecedented curiosity.
When she and Chris were pursuing Wesker a few years ago, they had crashed off a cliff with Wesker, seemingly perishing together.
But she was taken away by Wesker and subjected to viral alterations. However, due to a mutation of the T-virus within her body, she gained immense power and a head of golden hair.
It wasn't until Wesker inexplicably died in Westchester County, America, some time ago that she was rescued during a BSAA operation.
Although she had endured much inhuman torture, and the BSAA's psychological evaluation team believed she should continue to rest, she still insisted on following Chris here.
This was the beginning of her nightmare.
She wanted to personally eradicate the source of the nightmare.
And her reason for convincing Chris was simple.
She was now the strongest person in the entire BSAA, bar none.
Jill, who had transformed with the power of various viruses, was now a human-shaped Tyrant. The Nemesis who had chased her like a dog back then, she estimated she could now directly tear apart with her bare hands.
"So, you really have been resting for a long time," Rebecca patted Jill's shoulder. "I envy your current hair color. If I wanted to dye it like that, I'd probably have to bleach my hair until it looked like dead grass."
"If I had a choice, I'd still prefer my original appearance."
Jill shrugged, then looked at Ethan Winters, who still had a worried expression.
"Ethan, as a BSAA system engineer, we're old acquaintances. Just relax, we'll definitely rescue Mia and Rose."
"Thanks for the good wishes," Ethan forced a smile. "How long do we have to wait here?"
"Leon and the others will come directly from the underground waterway. If there's no obstruction, they should arrive very soon," Chris shook the communicator in his hand, which had already become a brick. "The communicator is out of order. Umbrella Corporation probably has some tricks up their sleeve this time. It seems they've indeed teamed up with those guys from the village."
They had also seen many Molded on their way.
Although they weren't particularly strong, their peculiar distortion left a deep impression on Chris.
"Did you encounter this kind of thing at the Baker house three years ago?"
"That's right, Molded, products of E-Mold," Ethan shook his head. "But we got intelligence that these Molded and infected individuals who haven't yet transformed into Molded will recover completely, no matter how severely injured, by the next day. This I have never heard of."
Ethan was very certain that this time, the Molded were definitely off.
The biggest problem with his nightmare night at the Baker house was actually insufficient firepower.
Both the Molded and father-in-law Jack Baker only hunted him, who was unarmed.
And didn't even succeed in killing him.
If he had had this entire set of standard Delta Force single-soldier equipment back then, how could he have been in such a sorry state?
When Ethan mentioned Molded, Chris's gaze toward him became complex.
Because after the BSAA rescued Ethan back then, they had already conducted a comprehensive examination and research on him.
The conclusion was…
Ethan was already dead.
The current him was merely a human-shaped Molded born from Ethan's corpse, possessing all of Ethan's memories and emotions.
Only he, Rebecca, and Barry Burton, who was commanding the BSAA in his place, knew about this.
Even Jill was unaware.
And Rebecca at this moment also showed a look of regret and pity, letting out a silent sigh.
But in the vast police station, several footsteps suddenly echoed.
"Alright, alright, your reunion, you commoners, ends here. Next, you only need to act as a flock of silent lambs, offering your necks to be slaughtered."
A seductive and cruel noblewoman's voice emanated from the corridor at the end of the lobby.
No sooner had the voice fallen than a noblewoman in a simple long dress was seen bending to pass through the door frame, which was over two meters tall.
And when she straightened up, even more striking than her beautiful face was her nearly three-meter height.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, neither the Tyrant I encountered in the mansion back then, nor the Nemesis I faced, were this exaggerated in height, right?"
Jill stood up from the table in shock, then subconsciously looked at herself again.
Exaggerated!
"Alcina Dimitrescu… She can be confirmed as one of Mother Miranda's Four Lords."
"Hehehe, what about us?"
What followed was an overwhelming swarm of flies, which then divided into three parts, gradually coalescing into three young women, equally pale but beautiful, like Lady Dimitrescu.
Jill looked down again, then proudly straightened her back.
How can a girl always lose!
(To be continued.)
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