Something terrifying happened. After receiving permission from Asa, Lisa's cute and indifferent face remained as calm as ever, but the clothes Asa had put on her were abruptly torn apart. From the position of her left shoulder, black and yellow flesh constantly squirmed and proliferated.
Starting from the left shoulder, all the way down the left arm to the elbow, lumps of flesh fused the entire arm into a single mass. The powerful black and yellow muscles clinging to Lisa's bones unexpectedly revealed a cold, hard, metallic luster. White bones broke through the skin as the muscles grew, and a large glob of yellow fluid splattered onto the ground. The bones growing out of the flesh had actually formed a curved, bony blade.
Immediately after, the clothes on Lisa's back were also torn apart. Several red tentacles, two meters long, shot out from her spine like a cluster of long hair, yet the strands were covered in open eyeballs.
These eyeballs clearly possessed perception and pheromone-capturing abilities far beyond those of an ordinary person. They scanned the surroundings before all locking onto a single direction.
Yet the changes did not stop there. Accompanied by the mutation of her left arm and spine, Lisa's legs also transformed through the growth of flesh into two digitigrade legs, her entire stature increasing by nearly a meter.
It sounds slow, but in reality, the changes in Lisa were fully formed within a second or two, and she transformed from a 14-year-old girl into a monster two and a half meters tall.
"Was she born with these abilities?"
Asa, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. He could also feel that the changes in Lisa had not yet fully manifested; apparently, the girl believed this form was sufficient to handle the current situation.
Lisa lowered her head and exchanged a look with Asa. With a leap, the powerful force sent her flying more than ten meters away, her tentacles constantly sensing the location of the opposing squad.
"Leave it to Lisa from here on out," Asa thought calmly, silently cutting off the communication between Delta Squad.
...
Two hours ago, the U.S.S. Squad, waiting on standby at the Umbrella Corporation headquarters within Raccoon City, received the latest orders from Umbrella Corporation high command.
Proceed to the Spencer Mansion in the Arklay Mountains, initiate the self-destruct sequence in the Mansion, and eliminate the UBCS Delta Team who knew the truth.
The squad immediately departed in their exclusive vehicle, but they were a step too late; the UBCS Delta Team had already returned to the city, and the Mansion had been blown to smithereens beforehand.
Based on the tire tracks left on the grass, Delta Squad discovered the vehicle hidden in the bushes. Clearly, the person behind the destruction of the Mansion had not yet left.
Eliminating all those who knew the truth was the mission issued by Umbrella Corporation.
Delta Squad had installed a bomb on the vehicle in advance—a remote-controlled one—just waiting for the vehicle's owner to return so they could blow them sky-high right on the spot.
Actually, there was no need to go through so much trouble, but the captain of Delta Squad, seeking to play it safe, chose to lie in ambush nearby.
But was that a speed a human could react to?
Clad in pure black tactical gear, tactical vests, and Kevlar ballistic helmets, every member of the U.S.S. Squad wore SF-10 gas masks. Mike, however, fully integrated his racial talents with the effect of the tactical gear; not only were his clothes black, but his skin was black too!
Mike, blending in with the dark forest, watched in disbelief as the human, upon detecting the bomb installed on the vehicle, stepped back five meters in an instant, dodging the explosion.
After that, he even took the girl beside him and darted into the forest in a single bound, disappearing from sight.
The captain's judgment was indeed correct; anyone who could walk out of the Mansion alive was definitely no ordinary person.
The dark-skinned Mike was just about to use his radio to contact the captain and report the situation, but only static could be heard from the radio.
At a time like this, how could the signal...?
It was like walking in the jungle and being targeted by a viper. Through his tactical goggles, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing by in the jungle.
"What was that?"
The question had just formed in Mike's mind when, the next moment, he felt a chill run through his entire body.
"Squelch!"
A pale, bony long blade stabbed in from behind Mike, piercing through his Kevlar bulletproof vest, piercing through Mike's flesh, and protruding from his chest.
Under the dim moonlight, the bone blade gradually lifted. Mike let out a wheezing gurgle, his entire body lifted by the bone blade.
Mike grabbed the bone blade in front of his chest with both hands, straining his head to see who was behind him. But the bone blade simply flicked, and using the momentum, it sliced from his chest along his ribs and shoulder blade, finally flinging him more than ten meters away.
Blood sprayed all over the ground; Mike was dead as dead could be. Lisa didn't even spare him a glance, turning and leaving, her tentacles waving in the air.
The tentacles on her back had mutated to develop keen senses—long-distance vision, night vision, scent, the tiny particles on clothing, as well as the heat sources emitted by humans in the jungle—all clearly marking the location of each target.
The remaining five people were on the other side; this octopus-face was the one who had been left alone.
On the other side.
On the highway in the Arklay Mountains, the five squad members spread out. After the Mansion exploded, they set up roadblocks on the main road back to the city, following high command's orders to eliminate all potential witnesses.
After the radio signal in his helmet was inexplicably cut off, the captain of Delta Squad felt his heart sink.
Just a moment ago, an explosion had come from the forest. He was just about to contact Mike to confirm the status of the operation when the radio signal was cut off.
This gave the captain of Delta Squad a bad premonition. Could something have happened to Mike?
"Captain, something is charging over here!"
A team member's panicked shout pulled the captain back to reality. He saw that from the direction of the car explosion, a monster with four long, black and yellow limbs was charging straight toward their hiding spot!
The captain was terrified and yelled, "Open fire!" The MP5 submachine gun in his hands spat flames.
The other four squad members opened fire simultaneously, bullets pouring out like rain toward the charging monster.
But a scene that horrified the members of Delta Squad appeared: the monster neither dodged nor evaded. Bullets only caused splashes of black and yellow fluid to erupt from the monster's body, without hindering its speed in the slightest.
One moment it was on the other side of the dense forest, and in the blink of an eye, the monster was right in their faces. Its digitigrade legs leaped out, and the bony long blade slashed down from the top of the captain's head.
Everything happened too fast. The captain of Delta Squad tried to perform a tactical roll, but unfortunately, his roll couldn't trigger any invincibility frames.
The bone blade slashed down, and the captain of Delta Squad was cut in half on the spot.
"Motherf*cker, what kind of monster is this!"
The remaining four squad members opened fire while retreating in different directions.
In the hail of bullets, Lisa stood up from the ground, her cute face marred by the line of fire as the members instinctively aimed for a headshot.
But Lisa remained indifferent. Just as Asa thought, she was now nothing more than a moving lump of flesh; the conventional lethal weaknesses like the brain and heart simply did not exist for Lisa.
The reason she maintained this form was because of Asa expectations.
Two of the tentacles on Lisa's back, used for detection, shot out in an instant, piercing through the abdomen and thigh of two members who were firing at her.
After piercing through, the tentacles mutated to form barbed flesh spikes, clamping tightly onto the bodies of the two members.
Lisa controlled the tentacles to bring them back. Both were lifted high into the air. The Delta Squad member whose abdomen was pierced fired bullets frantically at Lisa, while the other, whose thigh was caught, simply dropped his weapon and wailed in agony.
The indifferent Lisa suddenly discovered that, as it turned out, the wailing of humans was so melodious.
Amidst the squirming flesh, Lisa's appearance, riddled with bullet holes, restored itself to its original state. With a wave of her left arm, she sliced one person in half just as he had run out of ammunition and was preparing to throw a grenade. The other, under the movement of the tentacles, was left hanging upside down, staring at Lisa.
Lisa tilted her head. She couldn't see the expression of the person behind the octopus-face mask, but it must have been interesting.
Lisa grabbed the wailing human by the neck with her non-mutated right hand, gradually increasing the force until the opponent's neck was crushed into a pulp of flesh.
As the pulp and blood squeezed out from Lisa's palm, Asa inexplicably thought of a term from his past life.
"Squeezing shrimp paste."
"Too brutal."
Asa walked out from the darkness and sighed.
He quickly fired two shots, killing the last two members who were turning to run, granting them a swift release.
Not dying at Lisa's hands was actually their good fortune.