On the other side, having just arrived at the home where Sherry Birkin was, Asa woke her from her deep sleep, carried her directly to the warehouse at William's house, and chose a durable sedan.
Sherry Birkin: "Actually, you didn't have to wake me up."
"Lisa, Nemesis, Leon, Chris..."
Through the playback on the tablet, Asa finally understood what Lisa had just experienced.
So that was it; everything made sense now. No wonder this competition was forced into happening, and no wonder the virus spread so quickly.
It turned out that everything was a conspiracy by Umbrella Corporation, all to test real-world combat data for B.O.W.s?
What a shame for such a good punching bag.
Asa checked the distance.
If he went there now and told Lisa not to intervene, he feared only three survivors would be left from the entire S.T.A.R.S. Team.
No, that's wrong—it would be two, since Leon doesn't belong to the S.T.A.R.S. Team.
That wouldn't do; Asa still needed to poach talent from the Raccoon City Police Department.
"Lisa, no need to worry about maintaining your disguise anymore. Just kill that monster."
Although they both belonged to the B.O.W. category, Asa had no interest in such defective products. What he preferred were bio-monsters that appeared to be little girls on the outside but could unleash power far greater than any B.O.W. on the inside.
What if the girls in my family are all bio-monsters? That would be great.
"Kill that annoying big lug?"
Lisa received her new mission, but after looking at the trembling Miller family behind her, a flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes. "What should I do with these people?"
The Miller family was on the verge of tears from fear.
After coming out of the equipment room, they finally witnessed what true brutality was.
What you think a security company is: well-equipped, well-trained, and disciplined.
What Watchdog Security is actually like: one person goes out, one punch per target, and not a single corpse at the scene is left intact—it's even more exaggerated than a B-movie.
Fortunately, Bella hadn't regained consciousness yet; otherwise, Curtis would have had to request psychological therapy for her.
While Lisa was hesitating, several figures suddenly approached from the opposite side. Leading them was Jill Valentine, whose scent Lisa was very familiar with.
"Lisa, what are you doing here?"
A moment ago, Jill had also heard the intense sound of gunfire. Through a limited observation window, she discovered that all the zombies on the playground were pouring into a gap over there.
Fortunately, the gap wasn't large, so not all the zombies could get in. Even so, Jill sensed the severity of the situation; Chris must have encountered something for this to happen.
Therefore, she and Barry picked up the pace. A few survivors, persuaded by them, followed the path Jill and her group had taken to return the way they came.
Jill, who had also fused with the T-Virus, had a deep impression of Lisa. According to the data provided by Asa, the young girl before her had survived after fusing with multiple viruses, and she had even regained her youth and possessed incredible power.
"It's Brother Asa order to take good care of them."
Lisa pointed with her empty hand at the family of four behind her.
"Oh, that's perfect. Jill, you take care of them. I'm going to finish Brother Asa mission."
Jill only had time to reach out, and before she could ask what this so-called order was, Lisa's figure had already rushed out impatiently.
Before leaving, Lisa dropped a black camera, from which a voice emerged:
"Jill, you take the Miller family and leave first. Leave the rest to Lisa."
It was Asa.
"Don't you need help?" Jill asked seriously. "Honestly, I am also a T-Virus fusion subject, so I still have some strength."
"Heh heh, your teammates need you. You are a superhero, but Lisa is definitely not human, so don't worry."
"Oh, by the way, remember to state when you get back that you temporarily requisitioned our security services."
"Uh." Jill looked back subconsciously, only to see Barry looking off into the distance with a vacant gaze, as if he hadn't heard anything.
...
Richard was dead; Chris had to face this fact.
At this moment, only four people remained in the team.
During tonight's operation, due to Umbrella Corporation's conspiracy, their partner had unfortunately perished. Now, enduring their grief and anger, they still had to find a way to escape from this monster's clutches.
Hatred for Umbrella Corporation grew day by day, and Chris felt his hands trembling.
The monster followed closely behind like a hound. No matter how Chris and Leon tried to distract it, it remained locked onto them—or rather, locked onto Chris.
Sometimes, it actually had little interest in Leon, merely swatting him against the wall with one claw.
Then Leon would cough once and stand up as if nothing had happened.
A screech came from behind. The monster that had been chasing them suddenly let out a whimper, emitting a fearful cry like a puppy.
Chris and Leon immediately perked up, and taking advantage of the fact that the monster seemed afraid of something, they hurriedly looked for a place to evacuate.
"Boom!" A violent sound echoed along the circular stadium.
At this moment, Nemesis could no longer care about its mission objective; the chip in its brain had completely lost control because the object it had always feared was approaching.
Nemesis Type-2 looked in the opposite direction, and walking toward it was a tall monster with long, slender limbs.
Of course, compared to Nemesis, this monster was undoubtedly much more pleasant to look at.
Its entire body was wrapped in pitch-black flesh. Standing over three meters tall, by human aesthetic standards, it had an hourglass figure—a devilish physique.
Bone spurs protruded from its elbow and knee joints. Its right arm was a bone blade gleaming with a cold metallic luster, while its left arm was a dense bone hammer. Behind it, a long, flesh-covered tentacle lined with bone spurs extended from its tailbone, twisting in the air.
This was Lisa's second form, which currently had no name.
Lisa had high combat talent, but Asa also had things to teach her. This was the form Asa had prepared for Lisa: agile, with high damage in the left hand and high damage in the right, while the bone spur tentacle on her back was used for sneak attacks and rapid maneuvering.
Compared to her normal state, she was much more powerful now.
Of course, the hourglass figure was to comply with aerodynamics, not because Asa wanted to see it.
Nemesis, having transformed into a hound-like form the size of a sedan, clearly looked much larger than Lisa's second form, yet it couldn't help but take a step back. A feeling from its biological instincts told it that this was not something it could afford to provoke.
As it kept retreating, Nemesis even started panting.
"Hah!" But Lisa would not feel pity because of this; her hatred for these monsters was second only to her hatred for Umbrella Corporation.
Kicking off with her feet, Lisa's body shot through the air like an arrow from a bow, her right arm's bone blade slashing upward from a diagonal angle.
Nemesis's reaction was not slow; the moment before Lisa lunged over, it pounced in another direction.
However, it was facing Lisa Trevor. She changed direction in mid-air in a way that defied aerodynamics, and the upward slash landed directly on Nemesis.
B.O.W.s do not feel pain, but Nemesis still couldn't help but let out a miserable howl as flesh and fluids splattered out.
"S.T.A.R.S.!" Nemesis didn't know why it had to shout, but it shouted it anyway.
Its left forelimb was severed and sent flying. The parasite inside Nemesis seemed to sense a survival crisis, wriggling and twitching violently.
The wall was smashed into a large crater by Nemesis's body. The rumbling sound left Leon, Chris, and the others, who had escaped, confused about what had happened; they only felt as if two prehistoric beasts were fighting each other.
But regardless, they were safe—for the moment.