"Oh? Your work speed has finally picked up?"
Samuel Sterns put down his experiment, picked up a freshly generated body examination report, and muttered to himself:
"Jill Valentine: Large amounts of T-Virus antibodies and a small quantity of an enhanced chemical substance with 35% similarity to the Progenitor Virus are present in her body, along with a parasite disguised as brainstem tissue (preliminary assessment indicates this parasite possesses self-detonation capabilities; upon self-detonation, it can release large quantities of unknown viruses capable of causing strong mutations from within the body; this parasite has now been removed)…
"Additionally, post-examination, abnormal cell division was discovered in Jill Valentine's body, which may lead to a series of chain reactions such as the stagnation of facial appearance changes…
"Her mental state has also suffered extremely severe after-effects due to prolonged high-intensity brainwashing, and it will take a long time for her to possibly recover…"
"No, what is this trash?"
Samuel Sterns showed a look of disdain on his face, having no patience to continue reading, so he picked up another body examination report lying on the table.
However, after scrutinizing it from top to bottom, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he said with a slightly puzzled expression:
"How strange, this human named Leon, his brain nerve reflexes and physical strength are only slightly stronger than ordinary people, and other aspects are very mediocre. This level doesn't even reach the minimum standard for Thunder Warriors, so why does the Master value him so much?"
Although Leon's physical data was significantly stronger than that of an ordinary person, in Samuel Sterns' eyes, it was still no different from trash.
After all, Thunder Warriors were developed by his own hands.
But the more it was like this, the more confused Samuel Sterns became, because this guy, who was even worse than 'trash' in his eyes, successfully caught the eye of his Master?
This was clearly illogical.
"No, no, the Master's judgment is absolutely infallible."
Samuel Sterns patted his big head and said with absolute certainty, "There must be some special quality about him that I haven't discovered yet… Yes, it must be so!"
With that, Samuel Sterns sprang up from his seat like a spring, then jogged into the blood testing laboratory, personally conducting a new round of more detailed and comprehensive tests on Leon's blood sample.
However, if Karl were here, he would definitely tell him that some things cannot be judged by appearance alone.
Although the man named Leon seemed very ordinary, he possessed a hidden Buff that even science couldn't explain… For example: Vehicle Terminator!!
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… …
Somewhere in Africa.
Inside Trasel Pharmaceutical's secret laboratory, Albert Wesker sat on a sofa, legs crossed, pointing at the images displayed on the large screen opposite him, and said in a questioning tone:
"Are you sure that mysterious guy wearing the Black Panther combat suit, which can withstand close-range AK47 frontal assault, comes from this primitive tribe that is so backward they can barely wear pants?"
Following the direction Albert Wesker pointed, the large screen showed a seemingly small-scale primitive tribe, built on a vast plain backed by forests and mountains.
In this primitive tribe, one could vaguely see many adult Majini tribesmen wearing crude clothing made of various colored rags and animal skins, barely covering key areas, walking back and forth among dome-shaped thatched huts built from straw and mud.
Some of them held extremely primitive farming tools made of wood or stone, walking to the farmlands at the edge of the tribe for their daily labor.
Even an ordinary person completely unfamiliar with the place could, in a very short time, analyze from the number of thatched huts that the total population of this primitive tribe would not exceed a thousand people at most.
Albert Wesker believed that unless one was an idiot, they would never believe that such a poor and backward primitive tribe, unable to even afford decent clothes, could develop such advanced bulletproof combat suits!
But who would have thought, the answer was greatly beyond his expectations.
"That's right."
Ikosera Johnny crossed her legs, leaning her voluptuous upper body slightly towards Albert Wesker, and while swirling her red wine glass, she said with extreme certainty:
"Although I also feel very confused seeing this scene, you can rest assured about the credibility of the information, because it comes directly from the White House…"
At this point, a hint of triumph appeared on her fair, full face, as if showing off, or perhaps deliberately proving her worth, as she brought her sexy red lips close to Albert Wesker's ear and whispered:
"This is top-secret intelligence that I spent a fortune to get from Secretary of State General Ross through a contact!"
"Let me think, this tribe is called… Wakanda, right?"
Albert Wesker frowned upon hearing this.
Although he was still full of doubts, he believed that the esteemed Secretary of State would never lie about such a matter.
Especially after receiving a huge sum of benefits.
So, after a slight hesitation, he picked up the phone and instructed his subordinate on the other end: "You can start, but don't show yourself for now."
"Yes, Master."
A deep voice, devoid of any emotion, immediately came from the other end of the phone.
… …
At the same time, in a forest less than two kilometers from the Wakanda tribe.
Under the shadows cast by dense trees, tens of thousands of zombies stood quietly in place, like killing robots awaiting orders, waiting for their 'King' to issue a new round of commands.
And in the very center of the zombie tide was a cool, muscular man with a crew cut, resolute features, and a robust physique nearly two meters tall.
After hanging up the phone, a crimson light flickered in the muscular man's golden vertical pupils, then he raised his right arm and swung it sharply towards the direction of Wakanda.
"Roar…"
"Ugh…"
The zombie horde, which had been standing quietly under the trees, immediately let out eerie roars as if receiving orders, then surged forward like a swarm of locusts towards the distant primitive tribe.
Rumble—
Tens of thousands of zombies running forward together made the ground tremble slightly.
If Leon or Rebecca were here at this moment, they would surely recognize at a glance that the muscular man who had just commanded the zombie horde to attack was Chris Redfield, whom they had been searching for two whole years.
However, unlike when he first disappeared, the current Chris Redfield, apart from his appearance not changing much, had undergone a tremendous, earth-shattering transformation in both his physique and the powerful aura he exuded.
"Enemy attack…"
"What the hell? It's… it's zombies, at least tens of thousands! Quickly go notify Chief W'Kabi!!"
The Sentinels guarding the outer perimeter of the primitive village discovered the arrival of the zombie horde almost immediately and quickly sounded the alarm, but even these battle-hardened warriors couldn't help but feel a chill facing such a massive zombie tide.
Soon, a tall Majini man, draped in a grey cloth embroidered with mysterious symbols from the neck down and with yellow circular tattoos on his face, arrived at the outskirts of the village accompanied by several fully armed warriors.
This man was W'Kabi, the chief who governed the Border Tribe in the outer region of Wakanda, and also the good brother of Prince T'Challa.
"Damn it, the clothes these zombies are wearing are almost all from the surrounding tribes…"
W'Kabi's lips trembled slightly, but not from fear, but from anger, as it was clear that the charging zombies opposite were all composed of innocent tribespeople.
"Chief, what should we do? Should we engage?"
As the zombie horde drew closer, the guards became nervous, as they saw numerous large figures within the horde.
These giant zombies clearly looked formidable.
W'Kabi shook his head and, as he turned, ordered: "Everyone immediately evacuate into the defensive shield according to the plan, and report this news to King T'Chaka!"
"Yes."
With the command given, nearly a thousand citizens of the entire Border Tribe began to orderly evacuate into the mountains behind them.
However, what was astonishing was that even though these people had not yet reached the mountains, their figures seemed to merge into an invisible wall of air, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, and then suddenly vanished into thin air the next second.
"Roar…"
By the time the zombie horde surged into the primitive tribe, it was already deserted.
Bang bang bang—
The zombie horde did not pause for a moment, continuing to rush towards the direction where the Border Tribe citizens had collectively disappeared, but was immediately stopped by an invisible barrier.
Under a series of fierce, successive impacts, the invisible barrier blocking the zombie horde finally revealed its true form—a light blue energy barrier, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloping an incredibly prosperous modern city.
And the mountains and forests displayed earlier were merely optical reflection backgrounds simulated on the energy barrier.
These were used daily to deceive satellites from various countries and those with ulterior motives attempting to investigate Wakanda.
Now, facing the fierce impact of the zombie horde, the optical reflection background in this area had become ineffective… or rather, it had been actively shut down.
Thump thump thump—
Among the zombie horde, those special mutants, much larger than a Tyrant, swung their huge, bone-spiked arms, frantically pounding the blue barrier in front of them.
However, no matter how they attacked, the energy barrier in front of them remained as solid as a rock!
Before long, inside the blue energy barrier, Prince T'Challa, wearing the Black Panther combat suit, arrived at the front of the energy barrier with a grim expression, leading a fully armed squad of Wakandan elite warriors.
Looking at the zombie horde a few meters away, blocked by the energy barrier, Prince T'Challa slightly tilted his head and said to Okoye, who stood a step behind him:
"If these monsters gather here and don't disperse, the true situation of Wakanda might be exposed because of this."
"Isn't that what you're hoping for?" Okoye teased, pouting.
Prince T'Challa gave her a speechless glare, "Now is not the time, otherwise my father, King T'Chaka, would definitely be furious."
"Then what do we do next?"
Prince T'Challa looked at the light blue energy barrier outside the zombie horde again and said decisively: "Of course, we open the defensive shield in this area, and then… kill them all!!"
Then he ordered through his communicator: "Hear my command, deactivate the energy shield in Sector 11 in the southeast direction… Hmm, opening about 2 meters should be enough."
A surprised voice immediately came from the communicator, "Requesting command confirmation, Your Highness, did you just say to actively deactivate the outer defense of Sector 11?"
"Do as I say!"
Prince T'Challa said with a cold voice: "Also, have the medical team on full standby. All these zombies are carrying highly infectious viruses."
"Yabimbe (sounds like 'be me white', translates to: Prepare for battle)!!!"
With that, Prince T'Challa put on his Black Panther helmet and charged first towards the zombie horde ahead.
The Black Panther combat suit he wore could even defend against close-range frontal AK47 fire, let alone those fragile zombies.
So, even though the number of zombies was extremely large, Prince T'Challa didn't take them seriously at all.
"Long live Wakanda!!!"
Okoye, holding a Vibranium spear, roared and charged out closely behind Prince T'Challa, while other Wakandan warriors, armed with various cold weapons such as scimitars and cloaked shields, also launched their assault.
Whirr—
The light blue energy barrier that had been blocking the zombie horde slowly split open from the center, creating a gap of about two meters. The zombie horde, finding a breakthrough, immediately surged inwards through this opening.
However, Prince T'Challa's speed was far greater than theirs.
Swish swish swish—
The sharp panther claws, as they swung, directly tore apart the brains of several zombies, and foul-smelling black blood immediately spurted from the wounds.
Prince T'Challa's figure did not pause, charging against the zombie horde like an arrow, going against the flow.
The scene had a heroic stance of 'one man guarding the pass, ten thousand cannot break through', and he ultimately, by himself, carved out a safe and smooth offensive path for Okoye and the others behind him.