From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

"He was the chief researcher at Umbrella Technology? How did things turn out like this?"

Hill quickly came over.

Steve reached out and checked William's pulse, frowning. "Not dead?"

Hilton's eyes widened: "How is that possible?"

William's wounds were so horrific that he didn't die from them; it wasn't just a miracle, it was a divine intervention.

But then they saw William tilt his head, his face contorted in a grimace, his chest and abdomen rising and falling slightly, and his wounds were beginning to heal.

"Ada Wong, did Wesker send you to kill me?!"

William's chest wound was healing at an alarming rate, but his eyes were beginning to become increasingly cloudy.

The vocabulary also started to lag, like a hard drive that was gradually losing data.

In the end, William could only let out a low, beast-like roar. A large number of dense, tiny scales replaced his hair, covering his skin. A tumor resembling an eyeball bulged out of the wound on his shoulder, and his left arm became too long, hanging down past his knee.

The palms were covered by a black exoskeleton, with long, sharp fingers that looked like five daggers joined together.

"Fuck!" Steve immediately threw his shield.

The shield slammed through the wall, tracing an arc, and embedded itself deeply in William's shoulder. The eyeball-like tumor shattered instantly, gushing out a large amount of foul-smelling pus.

William let out a scream, but it was clear that the injury was insignificant to him.

Because the next second, William, under the barrage of fire, swung a punch at Steve, sending him flying. Steve slammed heavily against the wall with a muffled groan.

Everyone immediately unleashed a barrage of ammunition at William, but they had already used up too much ammunition and grenades while fighting the Mountain of Flesh.

While ordinary bullets could injure William, they were not fatal.

William faced the gunfire head-on, bullets constantly leaving new wounds on his body, while old wounds healed rapidly.

As William closed in, the only escape route was blocked by the Mountain of Flesh.

Those damned, blood-red worms were still gnawing at the metal door, the rustling sound sending chills down your spine.

Once the door is opened, a massive swarm of blood-red flesh worms will rush in.

William closed in and struck Hill with a palm strike, but Hill nimbly dodged William's attack, performing a series of backflips to create distance between them.

However, the others were not so lucky, and were about to be killed by William with a single blow.

Suddenly, Steve got up, pulled out a tactical knife, and stabbed it into William's back. William let out a groan of pain and reached out to pull Steve off his back.

Steve seized the opportunity to pull out his shield and used William's body as a stepping stone to move backward.

William turned and slapped the shield, but Steve blocked it perfectly. Then Steve kicked William away.

At that moment, the agents behind William immediately changed their magazines and prepared to fire in unison.

Then, an eye suddenly appeared on William's back, followed by dozens of rhomboid bone spikes that shot out like shotgun shells.

Several unsuspecting agents were hit squarely and immediately let out a scream.

"Damn it!" Hill reacted quickly and dodged behind a metal testing table, avoiding being hit by the bone spikes.

Steve looked anxious, and even more surprised: "Did he immediately evolve a way to deal with me because I attacked him from behind?"

Steve glanced around, realizing there was no way to defeat William and that his only option was to escape.

"The only way out of here is that elevator," Steve gestured to Hill. "I'll hold him off, you guys get out of here in the elevator!"

Hill glanced at the group of people who had been injured; most of them had lost the ability to move.

This decision will inevitably sacrifice some people, and even Steve might die as a result.

"Damn Ada Wong!"

What William just said is enough to explain the whole story.

Ada Wong infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. to lead them into Umbrella Technology, and then kill William and frame S.H.I.E.L.D.

There may be other ideas involved, but the general course of events is undoubtedly as described.

"Run!" Steve, using his agility and the complex environment created by the surrounding furniture, was still fighting with William.

But William's actions have become increasingly agile.

"Damn it!" Hill carried a person who was completely unable to move on his back, and moved towards the elevator with the others who were barely able to move.

William, who had already turned into a monster, realized this and roared in anger.

The chest cavity was open, and the ribs protruded outward like fangs, looking extremely ferocious.

Several tentacles shot out from it and flew towards Hill.

Steve threw his shield, but it was caught by William's deformed arm.

Just as the bone spikes, gleaming with a cold light, were about to pierce Hill's shoulder, Steve suddenly felt someone pat his shoulder.

Then they saw the tentacles severed at the root, falling to the ground and writhing like headless snakes.

"Oh, I'm still a step too late."

Steve stared wide-eyed at the man standing in front of him.

His white hair gleamed silver under the fluorescent lights.

The old man was wearing an expensive suit that was completely out of place in the current environment.

Steve was not very knowledgeable and only thought the old man's suit was very stylish; but the old man's only weapon was a small folding knife held in his right hand.

Could it be that... the knife that cut William's tentacle just now was this folding knife with a blade less than 20cm long?

"What on earth just happened?!"

William let out a scream as his head collapsed into his chest cavity, his body becoming even more deformed, and two strange hands emerged from under his ribs.

The original arms have begun to transform into wings.

"So you're starting to evolve into a second-generation species? It seems your research has been very successful, William." The old man sighed, raising his folding knife. "Unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong path."

"Captain America!" Two Spider-Men, one in red and one in white, emerged from the elevator shaft.

Peter Parker recognized Captain America at first sight. As an Alien, how could he not recognize Captain America, who left a sculpture in Times Square?

"I'm your idol! Can I sign my autograph?" Peter Parker exclaimed excitedly. "The way you got beaten up while carrying a trash can lid really inspired me! But how did you survive? Weren't you dead?"

Steve was exasperated: "You guys are the Spider-Man who fought alongside Stark against the monsters of Umbrella Technology?"

"I didn't expect Captain America to know us too!" Peter Parker exclaimed.

Steve looked at the old man who was fighting with William. His movements were smooth and graceful, as if he were taking a leisurely stroll. Judging from his movements alone, no one would think that the person in front of him was actually an old man with white hair and beard!

"Is he someone you brought?"

"To be precise, we met on the road."

"Whatever, let's all go!" Steve gripped his shield and ordered, "Eject him with our elbows!"

"Hmm?" Peter Parker scratched his head. "We did want to come up with Angers, but what did he say?"

Gwen added, "It's rather shameful to have to call on others to help discipline your own students."

"But..." Steve shut his mouth.

Because the monster that nearly wiped out their entire team escaped like a stray dog ​​on the street, crashing through the wall and fleeing under Angers' attack.