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Neither of them was willing to give in.

However, when the attacks collided with each other, the result was beyond everyone's expectations. The palm-wide dog-leg knife did not break on the spot when it touched Nosferatu's huge black segmented scimitar?

on the contrary……

“Puff…!!!”

“Crack——!!!”

What is extremely surprising is that

The first thing to be cut off was Nosferatu's black scimitar. Of course, it was not the sharpest part of the blade, but the joint connecting the blade. It was extremely fragile. Unfortunately, even if it was very fragile, it was not so easy to cut off.

This brings us back to the cold weapon equipment, the dog-leg knife, that Javier bought. In terms of hardness, it can be said to be barely usable, but the most important thing is that it has a passive skill, that is, once it hits the joint, it will trigger the passive effect of bone cutting, immediately increasing the sharpness and penetration bonus.

Thus,

As long as you hit the right joints,

This small dog-leg knife can also become a magical weapon in the world that can cut through iron like mud!

"Crack...!"

The huge sharp limb scimitar was cut off and thrown out, hitting the ground heavily, splashing green blood.

Because Nosferatu was only injected with the original T-Veronica virus, rather than merging with the virus to become an advanced species, its blood does not have the same ability as Alexia to burn the air into flames when it comes into contact with it, so there is no need to worry about its limbs and arms flying around.

"tread--!"

And on the other side,

Javier had already rolled down from mid-air, his hands still in the same position as when he had chopped off Nosferatu's huge black limbed scimitar. It was clearly a short sword, but in Javier's hand it gave off the feeling of a swordsman.

This made Javier unable to let go for a long time...

Because just now he felt that he was really a loser,

The feeling of leaping and killing with one strike made him obsessed. It turned out that this was the ability that you virus supermen had always enjoyed. This was so exciting. No weapon or firearm could match the feeling of fighting with your own hands.

Because here you can feel and feel from the bottom of your heart that this is your own strength. Every punch, kick, knife and sword comes from yourself, which will make you feel extremely solid and confident.

On the contrary, it is true that firearms are very powerful.

But he is still a tool after all. Once he loses his weapon, he is still an ordinary person who is powerless. This is why Javier has always wanted to become stronger. At least simply enhancing the power of firearms has never been one of his goals!

No matter how powerful the sword is,

It also requires a qualified sword wielder...

"..."

"Cool……!"

He murmured softly,

Feeling that the effect of the breathing method in his body did not disappear immediately, Javier took advantage of the situation... He wanted to try more close combat like this. After all, he had only dared to consume from a distance before.

“Come again——!!!”

Javier, with green eyes in the gas mask, looked at Nosferatu excitedly and said something. Then he continued to rush up at full speed. Nosferatu, who saw that one of his limbs had been cut off by the black scimitar, was also extremely angry and roared at Javier: "Ah ...

Because its hands and feet are inconvenient to move,

The only thing it can rely on is the four black limbs on its back. Just like a spider, it can hook the scimitars onto other things and pull its body over. Or, like Dr. Octopus in Marvel, the four black scimitars can directly lift it up and move it.

but now,

One of its four indispensable limbs, the scimitar, was broken, which meant it would no longer be able to move normally. How could it not be angry?

But Javier didn't care at all.

No one said anything when the two small front wheels of the old man’s wheelchair in the nursing home were removed, but why is it so troublesome for this guy? Only one black tentacle was removed, but there are three others, right?

“Sensensensen——!!!”

There was a loud sound of breaking air beside my ears.

Nosferatu's three scimitars attacked at the same time. Javier's eyes lit up and he quickly dodged on the ground. The attack trajectory was too messy and he couldn't rush in rashly. Nosferatu's three black scimitars were frantically destroying everything around them. The railings were cut into several pieces and the ground was also cut with several cuts.

And seeing Javier dodge,

Not entering the attack range,

Nosferatu temporarily ran out of strength, and three black scimitars fell down. This was a "monster", with no wisdom at all, and it couldn't even conserve its strength.

see,

Javier knew it was the best time to attack.

He quickly unzipped his backpack, took out the prepared Molotov cocktail, took out his lighter, lit it, and threw it fiercely in the direction of Nosferatu. He also decisively pulled out the Desert Eagle pistol from his waist, and when the Molotov cocktail was about to fall on Nosferatu, he instantly pulled the trigger.

"Crack——!"

“Bang————!!!”

The bullets were fired quickly.

It attacked quickly in a straight line, and instantly delayed hitting the target. The bullet and the Molotov cocktail collided with each other, and it was the familiar fire magic. The fuel, air, flame, and the wind that boosted the combustion, these four elements merged together to maximize the power of the Molotov cocktail.

"Crack!"

“Puff… Boom boom boom…!!!”

The moment the Molotov cocktail shattered,

The flames inside instantly expanded and burned violently, and the bullets produced a cavity air wave. The small Molotov cocktail bombarded Nosferatu like a small fireball. Countless fire rains were sprinkled on its thin body, and the high temperature continued to corrode its flesh. The three huge and heavy black limb scimitars had no effect at all, because they could not extinguish the flames at all.

“Aa ...

This time, it was finally a shrill scream.

Nosferatu crawled on the ground and struggled madly.

Seeing this, Javier did not intend to embarrass the old man. Although his name was Nosferatu, he was still one of the heads of the Ashford family, Alexander Ashford. If it weren't for his two rebellious sons and daughters stabbing him in the back, maybe this guy could really sanction Spencer's control of the Umbrella Corporation.

"tread--!"

"call out--!!!"

Next second,

Javier rushed out quickly,

The speed was like a ghost. No one could stop him at this moment. After all, Nosferatu was busy putting out the high temperature flames on his body. How could he have time to care about the people around him? Because Javier easily approached Nosferatu, and used the same trick again to jump into the air and pulled out the dog-leg knife.

only,

This time the target is not the scimitar, but the head of Nosferatu!

“Mori——!”

“Pfft——!!!”

No surprises,

As the blade fell, Javier plucked out Nosferatu's head, and he rolled over and quickly escaped from the flaming corpse. Fortunately, his combat suit was waterproof and fireproof, and could serve as a fire suit, otherwise he would have been entangled by the flames.

"Nosferatu... No,"

"Mr. Alexander Ashford, I will soon help you teach your two unfilial sons and daughters a lesson. Please rest in peace. After all, you have already prepared a surprise gift for your lovely genius daughter Alexia as an adult, right?"

Looking at the Nosferatu head in his hand, Javier smiled faintly and said, then he threw the head into the sea of ​​fire for cremation. The venom in the old guy's body will turn into poisonous gas and pollute the air, so it is better to cremate it.

What about the fire caused by the Molotov cocktail?

What to do, let's just chill...

This is Antarctica, and that little flame won't burn for long. In other places, Javier might be hesitant to use Molotov cocktails, but forget it in Antarctica. Even if this thing spreads, it won't have any impact...

"It's over, let's keep going, the fire will go out on its own in a while."

Nosferatu was dead. Javier shook off the blood on the dagger and put it back into the scabbard. He turned around and said to Claire, Lisa and others,

Steve was confused. He thought this guy who was a few years older than him was not that good. How could he be so amazing? And what about the series of speed just now? Is it really something a human can do?

In fact, this is all the effect of breathing method.

Now the time is up. With Javier's current physical condition, he can only maintain it for about ten minutes. If he continues for too long, his body will not be able to bear it. Once he exits this state, Javier feels that all the muscles in his body begin to ache.

It seems that this thing is not as useful as imagined, but it feels good to use it to pretend to be Superman.

"uh-huh……"

Lisa beside him snorted in dissatisfaction.

It was just that the sound was too quiet, and Javier didn't notice it, because to be honest... Lisa was not particularly happy to see Javier's progress. She had a strong possessiveness. If the G virus had a strong desire to reproduce, and Javier was the only "close relative",

Then Lisa actually doesn't want her private property to become stronger and then run away. She prefers the Javier who needed her protection before. Of course...it is also possible that when they were fighting fiercely with the G3 monsters in the G virus underground laboratory, Javier desperately saved her to buy time for evolution, which also moved her.

……

And on the other side-

Rockford Prison Island,

After about ten minutes of recovery, Wesker's broken limbs returned to their original state. Although the missing trouser legs and cuffs made their shape a little strange, this did not affect Wesker's special and cool temperament. He still sat there coldly, thinking about something under his dark sunglasses.

He was thinking about the direction in which Javier and the others would escape.

He knew the coordinates of the Antarctic Research Institute because as a senior executive of Umbrella Corporation, he was very familiar with it. However, he was stubborn and felt that things might not be that simple. What if Alexia secretly built a new base to cover up her tracks?

Then didn’t he make a wasted trip?

therefore,

Wesker was troubled by this.

This time it is no longer about finding a needle in the vast ocean, but about finding a hair on the earth.

but,

While he was busy thinking, he didn't know... Another group of uninvited guests had arrived on the island. A fighter plane also landed slowly. Two middle-aged men jumped out of the plane. They were wearing standard tactical vests and short-sleeved shirts, with assault rifles and shotguns on their backs, and various grenades, smoke bombs and flash bombs on their waists. They were very well prepared and didn't look like they were barging in rashly.

What is particularly noteworthy is...

The words STARS on their backs and shoulders showed that they were Enrique, the former captain of the Bravo team who left without saying goodbye, and Chris, who came to Rockford Prison to save his sister.

Originally, the two were busy organizing people to destroy the branch bases of the Umbrella Corporation around the world, but Leon, an international agent, used his special rights to find Chris's location and communication method, and told this sister-protecting maniac that Claire was captured by the Umbrella Corporation and taken to Rockford Prison Island.

without hesitation,

No matter how important the task at hand is, it is not as important as his sister. Chris decisively drove the fighter jet to Rockford Prison Island, and the old captain Enrique was worried about Chris and followed him...

Unexpectedly, because of Javier's butterfly effect,

It is unimaginable that Enrique, the old captain, did not die in Resident Evil 1 and can now work with Chris to achieve great things. It is true that those who survive a disaster will be blessed in the future. However, it seems that Chris is much more dangerous than Javier. After all, who dares to be my teammate?

"anyway……"

"Chris, is it really possible that your sister is trapped in this godforsaken place? And it looks like this place has been bombed before,"

Captain Enrique, who was following behind Chris, looked at the environment of Rockford Prison Island and asked uncertainly. He was nearly 40 years old and still fighting for justice in his heart. He was a soldier and old policeman with a full sense of honor. His brown hair at the temples had gradually begun to show a few silver strands. It seemed that during the time he was away, he and Chris were too busy running around.

"I am sure!"

"The location where the signal is locked is right here, and even if it's been bombed, my sister will be fine!"

Faced with this inquiry,

For the first time, Chris was full of stubbornness. At this moment, he no longer had the youthful face of the past. Instead, he became mature and resolute, his eyes were bright, and his whole body was much stronger, completely transforming into a real "real man"!

When facing his sister, Chris becomes much more emotional. He can be emotional with anyone... except his own sister. Chris doesn't believe that anything will happen to Claire -!

Chapter 15 Wake up, my dear sister!

"Forehead……"

"Okay, you have the final say. After all, you are the leader of this mission, and I am just a follower."