The other four team members quickly reacted, each activating their own cybernetic abilities.
Facing the counterattack from the four members of the terrorist squad, Wesker remained unfazed. With a cold glance, he began gathering the viral energy within his body, preparing for the next round of battle.
One member, equipped with optical camouflage implants, hid in the darkness, attempting to disrupt Wesker's movements with rapid gunfire. But suddenly, the virus inside Wesker's body erupted, enhancing his reflexes even further. He moved like a phantom, predicting his opponent's every shot, easily dodging each bullet.
Another member, possessing enhanced muscular strength, charged forward for close combat. His attacks were fierce and powerful, but Wesker was no pushover. Using expert martial arts techniques, he evaded the blows and counterattacked with deadly precision. Each strike was sharp and brutal, forcing his opponent back step by step.
Meanwhile, the bio-sensing member stayed alert, trying to predict Wesker's movements by detecting biological energy in the area. He relayed this information to his teammates, providing real-time updates on the battlefield.
The terrorist squad's captain, who had composite cybernetic limbs, watched calmly, analyzing Wesker's every move. He knew that to defeat such a cold-blooded opponent, he needed to find a weakness. So, he began dissecting Wesker's combat style, looking for any flaws.
The warm-up was over.
Wesker had fought this terrorist task force many times before. With his unmatched combat skills and powerful augmentations, he always dominated the battlefield. His attacks were ruthless and precise—each one capable of inflicting devastating damage.
"Is this guy even human?" the bio-sensing member muttered as he watched his visor display Wesker's speed, strength, and energy readings—all far beyond human limits. Cold sweat ran down his face as he shouted, "Watch out! He's attacking from the right!"
The camouflaged member kept shifting positions, trying to find Wesker's blind spot. The muscle-augmented one continued his brutal assaults, hoping to wear Wesker down through sheer power. The bio-sensing member tracked Wesker's movements closely, feeding critical data to his squad.
"No more holding back!" the squad captain roared.
"Yes, sir!"
The five-member terrorist strike team launched an all-out coordinated assault.
They combined their unique cybernetic powers into a deadly web of attacks, surrounding Wesker from every direction.
The camouflaged operative disappeared again, gliding like a ghost through the night, suppressing Wesker's position and disrupting his rhythm.
Wesker frowned at his opponent's speed.
"Come take a punch, bastard!"
The muscle-enhanced soldier threw a devastating punch. Wesker raised his arm to block but was sent flying, crashing hard into a concrete wall.
"Is he dead?" the muscle-augmented one asked.
"No. He's standing up," replied the bio-sensor, scanning the battlefield with his visor.
The member equipped with a flamethrower launched his attack, sending torrents of fire roaring toward Wesker. At the same time, another operative activated his Sian Westin chip, creating a localized slowdown field to restrict Wesker's movements.
Wesker reacted with terrifying efficiency, countering every attack. His limbs blurred through the air, leaving afterimages as he struck back, sending opponents flying.
"Left front!" shouted the bio-sensor.
The squad concentrated their fire toward Wesker's left flank, unleashing a synchronized volley. Their combined strikes created a massive shockwave.
Wesker felt the pressure of their assault—but he didn't retreat. Instead, the virus energy inside him exploded outward, forming a biological shield that absorbed the impact.
When the smoke cleared—
"What… what is that?" gasps filled the air.
Wesker's transformation horrified them all. His body twisted and mutated into something monstrous. His skin turned corpse-white, muscles distorted beneath dark red veins. His limbs grew thin and sharp, his fingers lengthened into knife-like claws, and his spine jutted out like jagged spikes.
Even his face had changed—horns sprouted from his forehead, his eyes glowed blood-red, and his demonic grin sent chills down their spines.
The squad felt the overwhelming pressure of Wesker's presence. They realized this was no longer a human opponent—but a true monster.
"Everyone, be careful! He's stronger now!" the captain warned, though his voice trembled with fear.
Wesker stared at them coldly. As he stepped forward, the ground beneath his feet cracked—the air itself seemed to tremble from his sheer power.
He launched a sudden attack—faster than anyone could track.
The camouflaged operatives vanished again, trying to avoid detection. The muscle-enhanced fighters charged to meet him head-on. The bio-sensors tried desperately to predict his movements.
But Wesker's viral form had no weaknesses. Every strike was lethal. The muscle-enhanced member was hit once—just once—and was instantly knocked unconscious, sent crashing into a wall.
The camouflaged sniper tried to retaliate with rapid gunfire, but Wesker dodged effortlessly, as if reading his mind.
In a blink, Wesker appeared behind him—and drove his arm straight through his torso.
"He's behind me—" The bio-sensor froze mid-sentence. Wesker's speed was beyond comprehension; he could only watch helplessly as his comrade was impaled.
The squad captain flexed his augmented limbs and charged with a roar.
BOOM!
The ground beneath Wesker exploded, yet he didn't budge.
"I'll tear you to pieces," the captain snarled.
Wesker smirked coldly.
"Die!" The flamethrower-wielder unleashed a torrent of fire.
Too explosive!
Suddenly, the flamethrower operator blinked in confusion. "Wait… why does that corpse on the ground look just like me?"
Too explosive!
"In the—" the bio-sensor screamed as the Sian Westin-implanted teammate was sliced cleanly in half.
And then—
Too explosive!
"This body… looks so familiar…" the bio-sensor thought in his final moment.
Zzzzt… crackle…
The squad captain staggered backward, staring at the figure crackling with electricity.
"Y-you! Who are you?!"
"Wesker, you're a bit slow," said Electro, smirking as arcs of lightning danced across his body.
Wesker slowly reverted from his monstrous form. "This isn't really my kind of fight."
Electro knew Wesker was right—but he couldn't stop himself.
That intoxicating illusion of invincibility was consuming his mind.
The terrorist captain clenched his jaw—he knew this was his final stand. Activating his full cybernetic power, his body swelled with raw muscle and energy.
Electro barely glanced at him. A bright arc of lightning shot from his palm, piercing straight through the captain's chest.
The captain's eyes widened. He couldn't even react. The bolt burned through him completely, sending him crashing into the wall as the rubble collapsed over his body.
At the National Police Command Center, alarms blared—the bio-signals of the entire terrorist strike team had vanished. The room erupted into chaos as senior officers demanded answers.
"What the hell happened? Why did they suddenly disappear?" one commander shouted.
"I don't know… maybe they encountered something far stronger than expected!" another replied grimly.
"Send reinforcements immediately! We must find them!" the senior officer ordered.
Within minutes, NCPD units mobilized—sirens wailed as convoys sped through Night City's streets toward the last known location of the special ops team. Tension filled the air; everyone knew that if their elite unit had fallen, the consequences would be catastrophic.
Meanwhile, Electro and Wesker silently walked away from the scene.
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