Kamen Rider ZZZ from the American comic book world

The mission is: Harmless disposal of dangerous creatures.

Li Ai silently recited in her heart, the mission has been determined, now it's time to carry it out.

"Henshin!"

With a soft shout, Li Ai kicked open the iron gate, leaped into the air, and the driver and capsule appeared in his hands at the same time.

【Good Morning! Rider! Z·Z·Z! Impact! 】

The moment he landed, Li Ai smashed a black-scaled lizardman to death. These creatures, who had been dreaming of replacing humans, had no time to react. In the blink of an eye, Li Ai killed three more of them, their flesh and blood flying everywhere. They couldn't even withstand a single punch.

Only one black-scaled lizard with impact marks on one side remained standing still, and it became the focus of the struggle.

Li Ai wanted to kill all the lizardmen, while the Blackscale Lizard leader wanted to preserve the only hope for the survival of their race.

The Blackscale Lizard leader shielded its remaining kin behind it and swung its right fist at Li Ai, attempting to stop this unknown enemy.

click-

With a crisp crack, the black-scaled lizard leader's right arm bones shattered, and he was sent flying by the enormous impact, his body flying uncontrollably backward, along with the ordinary individual he was protecting behind him, crashing into the wall.

At this moment, the lizardman group lost its possibility of survival, and the remaining leader was unable to reproduce on his own.

"No!" The black-scaled lizard leader let out a wail as it looked at its kin, crushed into a puddle of flesh. It turned its head, glared at the culprit, and roared:

"I want you to die!"

These creatures consider reproduction their only goal, and now that they can no longer reproduce, the Blackscale Lizard leader only wants to kill the mysterious person in front of him.

The black-scaled lizard leader darted and weaved in the narrow space, and in the blink of an eye, it swung its tail, sending its bony tail hammer crashing down on Li Ai's head.

Seeing this, Li Ai neither dodged nor avoided, and the bone tail hammer, unstoppable, slammed heavily onto his head, and another sound of bones cracking rang in his ears.

Li Ai was completely unharmed, but the black-scaled lizard leader's bony tail hammer cracked, causing it to stagger in pain.

"Since you hate humans so much, why do you learn human languages?" Li Ai seized the opportunity to ask.

'laugh'

The black-scaled lizard leader curled his lip and said disdainfully, "Of course, it's worth learning the language of slaves, otherwise how can I rule you?"

Since they were going to die anyway, the Black Scale Lizard leader had no intention of backing down; it even started digging a pit for Li Ai.

"As for where I learned it, does that have much to do with you? Would you be happier if I said I was from a religion of gods?"

This guy seemed to realize his death was imminent, so he started spewing trash talk in an attempt to interfere with Li Ai's judgment and decision-making.

"It doesn't matter, because no matter who or what caused you to become like this, I will eliminate any factors that harm humanity."

Unwilling to listen to this weirdo's nonsense any longer, Li Ai lightly stepped forward, appearing in front of the Black Scale Lizard leader as if by teleportation, and then threw a punch.

boom--

With a loud bang, Li Ai punched through the chest of the Black Scale Lizard leader. The bone armor that could withstand pistol bullets was rendered useless. The Black Scale Lizard leader's entire body exploded from the inside out, killing him instantly.

After that, Li Ai deactivated her transformation and cleaned up the traces at the scene.

To avoid the possibility that the Blackscale Lizardmen were actually biological experiments by some large company, he also had the ZZZ sensors continue to search the sewers. If anyone tried to retrieve the data from these things, Li Ai would detect it immediately.

Chapter 61 The Conspirators

Several days later, at night, somewhere in America

A figure walked into a dimly lit apartment. The curtains were drawn, and not a single light was turned on. As soon as he locked the door, he began to pour out his grievances.

"Those native reptilians living in the New York sewers haven't reported to me for a long time. They've either rebelled or all died out. If you ask me, the creatures on this planet are just no good. It's a waste of resources to help them improve their intelligence and physique."

A figure sat on the sofa in the shadows, listening to his colleague's complaints, and finally said slowly:

"But we are also taking a solid step on the road to opening up new homes. As for those native reptilians? Anyway, we only modify them to collect genes. If they are eliminated by some human force on Earth, don't try to investigate. We can't let those guys expose us."

"You're right."

"Therefore... for the glory of Skrull, for Queen Vilanco, we will give everything."

........................

Within the territory of a small country in West Africa

The lack of regulation makes it difficult for ordinary businesses to thrive here, but certain forces that need to conduct illegal human experiments love it.

For example, Sanlian Company.

Inside a secret research base, a tall man in a black leather trench coat is examining a deformed monster sleeping in a petri dish.

The man had pale skin, and his golden hair was combed back into a neat slicked-back style without a single strand out of place. His face was stern, and the sunglasses on his face added to his air of mystery.

His name is Albert Wesker.

In the last century, Umbrella Corporation selected a large number of children from all over the world in an attempt to select elite individuals through artificial screening. However, if Umbrella Corporation had simply cultivated these elites as loyal employees, it would have been a good thing.

Because Umbrella Corporation was actually going to inject them with an experimental virus to screen out 'new humans' who could adapt to the virus, and two of them survived the end of the program.

Albert Wesker was one of them. He worked as a researcher and was even placed undercover by Umbrella Corporation in the Raccoon City Police Department to prevent officers from accidentally accessing the research. He eventually took the opportunity to leave Umbrella Corporation during the Raccoon City incident in 1998.

He is no longer an experimental subject, but a high-ranking operator.

The reason for choosing West Africa was not simply because it was a more convenient place to conduct illegal experiments, but for other reasons.

Legend has it that there once existed a tribe in Africa whose leader needed to eat a certain flower to gain immense strength, become invincible on the battlefield, and live a lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary people.

However, this process was also extremely dangerous. Fewer and fewer people in the tribe could withstand the 'trial'. After the generation of leaders with extraordinary physical abilities died out, the tribe disappeared into the long river of history.

It wasn't until the founders of Umbrella Corporation believed this story and organized an expedition to Africa that they discovered the legendary flower called the 'Stairway to the Sun.' They extracted the 'Progenitor Virus' from it, which led to the subsequent T-virus and various biological weapons.

Wesker's laboratory was built on the site where Umbrella Corporation researched the solar staircase. After leaving Umbrella in 1998, he tried to find other useful materials to pave the way for his plans.

But he didn't research viruses to make money; he wanted to become a 'god' who transcends humanity.

As Wesker stared at the petri dish in deep thought, his partner, Exera, walked into the lab and said:

“Wesker, our small experiment has been interrupted.”

The small-scale experiments that Exera mentioned refer to releasing the novel virus in remote locations and testing it on living humans to collect data.

"Was it done by the BSAA?"

Wesker said without turning his head. Although he mentioned BSAA, he was certain that it was the work of his former subordinate Chris Redfield, whom he had worked undercover for when he was in Raccoon City Police Department.

“This is nothing like their usual style.” Exera handed a stack of photos to Wesker, who took them and saw traces of battle.

These marks are unlike those from gun explosions; rather, they resemble the direct vaporization of the building by some kind of energy weapon.

The BSAA doesn't have such a weapon, and Exera knew this, which is why she told Wesker about it.

“Also, according to my investigation, Frank Skriner’s test in New York also ended in failure,” Exera said, adding another piece of bad news.

“That special subject with Plaka III?” Wesker thought for a moment.

To pave the way for their plan to become gods, they searched for subjects with superpower potential around the world to collect data from different fields.

Frank Skriner, who caused a shopping mall incident last year, is one of them.

“Yes.” Exera nodded, adding, “And the same person defeated Frank and the Iron Tyrant.”

“ZZZ…” Wesker murmured.

The Steel Tyrant in the highway incident was provided by them, and as Exera's partner, he certainly knew about the existence of Kamen Rider ZZZ.

That formidable fighting power that easily defeated the tyrant, and that unique healing ability... no one could help but be curious about this power.

"However, the Vanke family's research has recently made even greater progress, and the combat power of the new armor is now comparable to the one Tony Stark wore during the highway incident."

After two bad news items, Axela finally brought Wesker some good news.

Based on information provided by Obadiah before his death, Sanlian Company sent people to kidnap Vanke and his son.

Initially, Anton Vanko's son Ivan was unruly, so Wesker and Exera sent him two items codenamed 'P30'.

P30 is a byproduct they discovered while researching the progenitor virus. It can enhance the physical condition of test subjects and, without reducing their intelligence, make them more susceptible to psychological suggestion, causing them to act only according to the controller's instructions.

However, P30 is not a perfect product, because this drug is excreted from the body through metabolism, requiring long-term injections by the controller into the experimental subjects.

Therefore, P30 needs to be paired with a mechanical device that can be attached to the human body so that the device can inject the drug into the test subject at regular intervals.

Today, Vanke and his son both have such a device installed on the back of their heads. They are manufacturing palladium-powered arc reactors and exoskeleton armor for Wesker at the base.

“I don’t want to catch up, I want to surpass,” Wesker said coldly.

“If the Vanke family could surpass the Stark family, they wouldn’t have been driven out of America back then,” Exera said helplessly.

Then she picked up the box she was carrying, unlocked the combination lock, presented a piece of metal to Wesker, and said obsequiously:

"Finally, this is a metal I bought from a black market dealer called 'vibranium.' It has magical properties and is most suitable to become an instrument in the hands of the gods of the new world."

This piece of vibranium isn't very large, but it's enough to make a sword or similar implement.

"Postpone Project Ouroboros, and even prepare to leave Africa." Wesker looked at Vibranium, his vertical pupils behind his sunglasses narrowing slightly before he finally decided:

"I need power, more power."

Chapter 62 New Classmate Daisy

The first Monday of May, lunchtime at Midtown High School.

During this period, Li Ai had the ZZZ sensor scan other areas of the sewer, but without any results. Since the lizardman group was wiped out, no abnormal heat sources have appeared in the sewer system.

If those lizardmen were experimental subjects of a certain company, then they were completely abandoned, with no one even wanting to recycle their data or remains.

Feeling slightly depressed, Li Ai closed the door of her personal locker and turned to walk towards the cafeteria.

"Li Ai! Wait for me!"

A familiar voice came from behind, and red-haired teenager Flynn Dawson jogged up to catch up. Today, he was wearing a black T-shirt with the band's logo and a silver necklace around his neck, dressed as stylishly as ever.

"Why are you running so fast? Is there something good in the cafeteria today?" Flynn asked breathlessly.

"I don't know, but I'm hungry," Li Ai said truthfully.

The two walked into the cafeteria side by side. While queuing for their food, Flynn leaned close to Li Ai's ear and whispered:

"By the way, you said last time that you were interested in the mysterious paranormal phenomena group, was that true or false?"

"Just out of curiosity," Li Ai replied ambiguously.

“My girlfriend said they have an activity next weekend, something about ‘exploring’ an old house in Brooklyn. If you’re interested, I can put in a word with you,” Flynn said, winking.

"I heard that someone died in that old house, and people often hear strange noises. The neighbors even saw shadowy figures in the windows, but the police searched it several times and found nothing."

Such urban legends are not uncommon in New York, but most are psychological or pranks. Even if there are ghosts, they won't last long because there is a Sanctuary here, and Master Daniel won't give evil spirits too many chances.

"We'll talk about it later." Li Ai didn't agree directly, but changed the subject instead, "By the way, what grade did you get for your club assignment?"

"Don't even mention it." Flynn covered his forehead in pain. "I'm just barely at the level to get credits. It almost broke my hand from drawing so many lines. It's really tough on someone like me who wants to pursue a career in biology."

"Then why did you choose art?" Li Ai asked.

"How should I put it? When you're on a date, do you think it's better to have your girlfriend be your model, or to sit down and talk about biology all night?"

As they were talking, the two of them took their plates to an empty table and sat down. Just as they picked up their forks, another figure appeared in front of them.

"Is this seat taken?" Jessica asked, holding a tray.

"No, please sit down." Li Ai pointed to the seat opposite her.

Jessica put down her plate, sat opposite Li Ai, arranged the food on her plate, and then asked:

"Have you received compensation for that incident?"

"I just got it yesterday afternoon." Li Ai fiddled with the salad in her bowl and asked in return:

"So, what are you planning to do with that money?"

"Let's save it for now. I've got my eye on a nice telephoto lens. If I do some part-time work, I should be able to buy it." Jessica sighed.

For an average high school student, five hundred dollars is indeed a considerable sum of money, but it's not much when it comes to photography equipment.

“You photographers really spend a lot of money,” Flynn complained. “Luckily, I didn’t plan to go too deep into art direction, so I can use all that money on myself.”

"Stop talking, it'll make us feel bad," Li Ai interrupted with a smile.

At this moment, another figure walked up to them and said hesitantly:

"Excuse me, may I sit and have lunch with you?"