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The smell, a mixture of rotting flesh, fermenting organs, and a sickening slime, pierced the nostrils as if it were trying to completely soak one's Soul in this ultimate filth.
Waves of churning pain in her stomach turned Manuela's already pale face even whiter in an instant. She covered her mouth tightly, struggling to suppress the nausea rising from deep in her throat.
Leon's brows were tightly knit. He instinctively took half a step back, his nostrils flaring slightly, yet he was forced to face this stench that challenged the limits of human physiology.
Even Krauser, who was usually iron-hearted, couldn't help but frown, a flash of undisguised disgust appearing in his eyes.
Noah didn't speak. His face appeared even more calm under the sickly green glow of the emergency lights.
He simply raised the desert eagle in his hand silently, the beam of the Tactical Flashlight illuminating the pitch-black crevice.
The flashlight's beam swept across the depths of the crevice, instantly outlining a hair-raising passage.
Rather than a passage, it was more like a massive, slowly writhing biological esophagus.
The surrounding walls, the ceiling above, and the floor beneath were all covered in layers of flesh and blood tissue that shimmered with an eerie, moist luster.
This flesh and blood was a mixture of dark red and grayish-green, as if it were still breathing, slowly expanding and contracting rhythmically.
The fleshy walls were covered in dense networks of blood vessels and nerve bundles, wriggling like earthworms beneath the tissue; occasionally, several pustules would burst, spraying foul-smelling green slime.
"What the Hell is this thing now?" Krauser's voice was gruff, yet it carried an unprecedented level of horror.
He had never seen a sight so beyond imagination; it completely exceeded his understanding of biological weapons.
He stared wide-eyed at the passage that seemed like a living creature, his rifle gripped tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
Leon's gaze held a deep sorrow and anger as he looked at the skeletons adhering to the fleshy walls. The skeletons were half-encased in flesh, with only the white bones exposed; some skulls were tilted, and some ribcages were gapped open.
Ragged strips of cloth were still wrapped around them, which could be vaguely identified as the uniforms of the "Sacred Snake" organization members.
"Are these... are these all victims?" His voice was somewhat raspy. This was no longer ordinary cruelty; it was a complete contempt and desecration of life.
Manuela's body shook like a leaf in a gale, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
She looked at those familiar uniforms, those figures that once bustled around her father, now reduced to this tragic and inhumane state.
"Why... why did he do this..." Her voice became broken, heavy with a sob.
Tears blurred her vision, but those horrific scenes were like brands, seared into her mind, impossible to banish.
She couldn't understand, nor could she accept, that her own father would do something so insane and heartless.
Just as Manuela's words trailed off, a spine-chilling "rustling" sound suddenly came from deep within the passage.
The sound was faint but dense, as if something were rubbing against the damp flesh as it advanced, gradually getting closer.
Noah quickly turned the Tactical Flashlight beam toward the source of the sound. Amidst the interlacing of the sickly green light and the strong flashlight beam, he saw several large dark shadows crawling toward them from the ceiling along the writhing fleshy walls.
It was a swarm of mutated insects.
Their bodies had been grown abnormally large by the virus, each one about the size of a large dog.
Their bodies were covered in dark green carapaces with barbs growing on the surface.
Their sickle-like mouthparts opened and closed incessantly in the air, making a tooth-grinding scraping sound.
Their compound eyes reflected a cold luster, displaying an inhuman cruelty and hunger.
Their limbs were long and thin yet powerful, firmly grasping the slippery flesh as they moved quickly and erratically.
"Bang! Bang bang!" Noah was the first to open fire.
The roar of the desert eagle was deafening in the narrow passage.
The first giant insect in the lead was torn apart by the large-caliber bullets, its dark green carapace shattering into pieces and thick green body fluids splashing everywhere.
However, along with this destruction, an unprecedented stench instantly spread outward from the point of impact.
It was the scent of rotting insect pheromones concentrated to the extreme, mixed with the stench of flesh and the foul odor of excrement, rushing straight to their heads, making everyone present feel a strong sense of suffocation and dizziness.
"Ugh—!" Manuela could no longer bear it; she leaned against the fleshy wall and dry-heaved violently, gastric juices nearly erupting.
Leon's face was twitching. He covered his nose and mouth tightly with the back of his hand, but the stench seemed alive, penetrating his respiratory tract through every possible opening.
Krauser also let out a low curse. His hard face was somewhat distorted due to physiological discomfort, yet the rifle in his hand still steadily spat fire, blasting apart one giant insect after another as they lunged.
"Dammit, let's go! This place is disgusting!" Krauser's voice carried a strong physiological revulsion; he was even more impatient than when facing those infected by the t-virus.
This sensory torture, which could not be combated with force, made him nearly go mad.
Noah didn't hesitate. He knew that continuing to stay here would only lead to their mental and physiological collapse.
He grabbed the still dry-heaving Manuela and practically dragged her as they charged deeper into the passage.
Leon followed closely behind, his firearm continuously spitting fire to clear a path for them.
Krauser brought up the rear, his bullets like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, harvesting those giant insects attracted—or rather, disturbed—by the stench.
Each time an insect was shattered, it brought a new wave of stench, filling the entire passage with a foul and nauseating odor.
The four of them practically crawled and scrambled through this living passage of flesh and blood.
Every step on the slippery, fleshy ground beneath their feet made a "squelch" sound.
The surrounding fleshy walls writhed even more violently, as if sensing their presence and attempting to swallow them whole.
Fear, nausea, and exhaustion—all sorts of negative emotions surged in like a tide, pressing down on them until they could hardly breathe.
After an unknown amount of time, just as they were about to despair, the flashlight beam finally illuminated the end of the passage.
There was still a stone door there, with that blurred "Sacred Snake" mark carved on its surface.
Manuela lunged forward almost instinctively, her trembling fingertips pressing onto the cold snake-shaped totem.
"Rumble!" The stone door let out a dull roar once again, slowly opening inward.
Behind the door, unexpectedly, it wasn't another world of living flesh, but a small and simple room.
The walls of the room were built from rough stones, with some rusted tools piled in the corner. A faint smell of mold permeated the air, which, in sharp contrast to the intense stench outside, actually felt somewhat "fresh."
Noah swept the flashlight beam upward. On the wall of the room, a simple ladder was revealed. The surface of the ladder was somewhat decayed, but it still looked usable.
"Go up!" Noah didn't hesitate for a moment. He let Manuela go first while he followed closely behind, with Leon and Krauser also climbing up quickly.
Climbing up that wobbly ladder, they felt as if they were breaking free from the abyss of Hell bit by bit.
When they climbed out of the opening, an open vista appeared before them.
Above them was a gloomy sky, with gray clouds hanging low. The air carried the humidity and heat characteristic of the rainforest.
Tall trees all around blotted out the sun, completely isolating this place from the outside world.
They were in a courtyard surrounded by high walls, where weeds grew in profusion and some abandoned equipment was entangled in vines, appearing dilapidated and desolate.
This courtyard, while lacking the extreme horror of the underground passage, exuded a deathly silence and an eerie tranquility.
This was Javier's hiding place.
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