Javier, momentarily wishing he knew a move like the "Orochi Nagi" to counter Wesker's advanced martial arts, was forced to rely on pure instinct. Despite his initial mockery, he knew Wesker, even without fully awakened Progenitor powers, was lethal. Javier reluctantly pulled the tactical knife he had taken from Enrico, gripping the handle with both hands and positioning the blade outward to block the strike. He hoped the blade's sharpness would deter Wesker's "Reaching Heaven's Palm".
Javier forgot one crucial detail: the Progenitor Virus had made Wesker virtually immune to minor injuries. Simple cuts and gunshots healed rapidly, making deterrence useless.
"Boom—!!!"
Wesker's palm strike hit the tactical knife with devastating force. Even though the knife was quality steel, it couldn't withstand the impact.
"Crack...!"
The blade instantly shattered into countless fragments that sprayed into the air. Tiny shards grazed both men's faces; Javier suffered a small cut, but Wesker's black sunglasses were obliterated. His eyes, now exposed, were a terrifying, inhuman scarlet due to the Progenitor Virus.
The residual force of the strike bypassed the shattered knife and slammed into Javier's abdomen, causing a searing pain that doubled him over.
But Javier was no pushover. Gritting his teeth, he let go of the knife handle and instantly retaliated with a forceful front kick to Wesker's chest.
"Bang...!"
The kick pushed Wesker back a few steps, leaving a red mark on his shirt. However, Javier felt like he had kicked a concrete pillar, a testament to Wesker's immensely enhanced physical strength.
Javier's goal wasn't to wound him. Using the force of the kick, Javier executed a swift backflip, creating distance. His eyes narrowed, and he instantly drew the Desert Eagle, chambered a round, flicked his wrist, and unleashed a rapid burst of .50 caliber Magnum rounds.
"Bang—Bang—Bang—!!!"
Six successive rounds shot out, all tracing impossible, curving arcs toward Wesker. It was an unbelievable spectacle: handgun bullets tracking their target from multiple angles like heat-seeking missiles.
Wesker was truly astonished. Javier was not only able to curve single shots but also multiple, rapid-fire rounds. Dodging six simultaneous, arcing projectiles was exponentially more difficult than dodging one.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!!!"
As the bullets closed in, Wesker's scarlet eyes maximized their dynamic vision. He strained to track the trajectory of all six rounds.
He raised his 9mm pistol against the first incoming .50 Magnum round aimed at his head.
"Bang! Bang! Bang—!!!"
He emptied his clip, but the 9mm rounds were no match for the larger, heavier Magnum bullet; they were smashed aside in a shower of sparks. Wesker managed to deplete his pistol's magazine just in time to stop the first bullet.
With no time to reload, Wesker had to deal with the remaining five rounds aimed at his heart, arms, and—much to his fury—his groin. Cursing Javier as a scoundrel, Wesker made a lightning-fast decision. He hurled his now-empty pistol at the bullet aimed for his heart.
"Clang—!"
The dense metal of the pistol successfully deflected the second Magnum round.
For the remaining four, Wesker pulled off a breathtaking display of agility, channeling his inner Neo from The Matrix. In a blur of motion, he dropped into a deep, flexible stance, bent 90 degrees backward, and fluidly sidestepped the two rounds aimed at his shoulders. He then launched into a series of backflips and a final Thomas Flair spin, flawlessly evading all four shots. The Magnum rounds passed inches from his body, merely tearing his S.T.A.R.S. uniform.
Wesker smoothly rose, adjusted his necktie, and gave a cold, dismissive look, as if to mock Javier's efforts.
Then, "Pooch...!"
Wesker's face instantly contorted in shock. A Magnum round, seemingly out of nowhere, pierced his left calf, shattering the bone and sending blood spraying. His leg immediately gave out, and he staggered in disbelief. He had successfully evaded all the bullets! How did that one hit his leg?
Javier, calmly reloading his Desert Eagle, offered a chilling explanation.
"Captain Wesker, is there a possibility..." Javier said calmly. "My initial target was always your lower leg. The other bullets were merely feints to control your movements. Those bullets didn't miss; that was their intended path."
"So, do you still have a chance to escape...?"
Javier aimed the fully loaded Desert Eagle at the now-immobile Wesker. A foe whose fighting style relied entirely on speed and close-quarters combat was effectively neutralized.
Javier's final shot was achieved using the "Turning Shot" technique—a straight trajectory to disarm the target's guard, followed by a sudden, sharp curve near the target's body to hit a seemingly impossible angle. It was a bizarre, physics-defying move.
Wesker, staring at the muzzle, finally showed a flicker of dread. With his leg broken, his combat capacity was drastically reduced. He now saw Javier's skill not as a trick, but as a true superpower—likely gained, in his mind, through a different strain of virus.
"But if you think you have me cornered, try it, rookie," Wesker challenged, his voice dangerously low. "Don't get cocky just because you acquired a virus-based ability like mine."
Wesker slowly reached into his rear hip pouch and pulled out two injectable vials: one blue-black and one green. Without hesitation, he uncapped them and plunged both needles into the vein of his neck.
"Hmph...!"
Wesker grunted, his face momentarily contorted in pain as he injected the powerful cocktail.
The blue-black vial contained a Progenitor Virus Catalyst, designed to hyper-activate the virus in his system, accelerating his evolution. This was extremely dangerous, as it could destabilize the virus structure and cause rapid death. The green vial was a T-Virus Recovery Agent, which leveraged the healing properties of the T-Virus (a derivative of Progenitor) to drastically accelerate his metabolism and healing speed, allowing him to recover from the broken leg in minutes.
The side effect of the T-Virus agent was a rapid depletion of energy, potentially leading to the same adverse feeding behavior seen in T-Virus-infected organisms—a craving for fresh blood and living flesh to replenish the vast energy expenditure.