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Jack felt the warmth and elasticity of Jill's cheek beneath his fingers, savoring her reaction as his eyes gleamed with mischief. There was a spark of evil intent flashing within his gaze. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward, dragging his tongue across Jill's face as if claiming her.
Her body went rigid with disgust. Rage burned in her eyes. "Wu Yang," Jill spat, shoving him hard, "do you even know how to write the word death?" The gun in her hands came up in one smooth motion, its barrel pressing coldly against Jack's chest.
Jack only smirked, amused rather than threatened. "The Pinyin for dying is sǐ. In English, it's death. Am I right, Jill?" His tone was mocking, deliberately provocative.
"You think I don't dare to kill you?" Jill's voice was icy, every word sharp as a blade.
"You dare. Of course you do," Jack said, shaking his head slowly, smiling like a gambler certain of his win. "But Jill, someone as good as you… would you really kill me? No. You won't pull the trigger."
"I will."
Her finger tightened, and she pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Click.
The chamber was empty.
Jack didn't even flinch. His smile remained, calm and infuriating, while Jill's stomach dropped at the hollow sound. Her gun had no bullets.
Her lips tightened into a thin line as she realized the truth. His psychological strength, his nerve—it was terrifying. He had stared down the barrel of her gun without blinking, and for a moment, she hated herself for underestimating him.
"Jill," Jack said, theatrically patting his chest, "you nearly scared me to death just now. Honestly, I thought you really meant it. Terrifying."
Grinding her teeth, Jill glared at him with fury. "You bastard…"
Carlos, who had been watching silently, finally spoke. His expression was grim. "What exactly did you inject into him?"
Alice answered calmly, her voice steady as her eyes flicked to Angela. "An anti-virus serum. The T-Virus regenerates dead cells. In simple terms, it can resurrect the dead—or in the living, trigger uncontrollable mutations. But used together with the serum, the mutation can be suppressed. It helps stabilize the host."
Carlos's eyes narrowed. "So… Angie was infected?"
"Yes," Alice said softly. "Her cells regenerated rapidly—enough to bring her back—but she didn't mutate."
"And you?" Carlos asked. "Were you infected?"
Alice nodded. "Yes. But relax. I won't spread it."
Jack leaned casually against a wall, his voice carrying an edge of irony. "The T-Virus evolves quickly. No one knows how far it will go. These anti-virus serums… they're only temporary. Given time, they'll work no better than drinking cough syrup."
Alice studied him for a moment. "You know a lot about the T-Virus."
Jack shrugged with false modesty. "Don't praise me. It's only surface knowledge." He waved dismissively, but his eyes gleamed with something unspoken—he knew far more than he let on.
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Outside Raccoon City Hall, the night air was thick with smoke and ash. A military helicopter descended heavily, its blades chopping through the fog. The building was ringed by squads of Umbrella Corporation soldiers, their weapons gleaming under the searchlights.
Jack and the others crouched in the shadows, observing through binoculars. The perimeter was tight, but not impenetrable. After a brief exchange of nods, they split up, moving silently through the mist to eliminate guards one by one. Knives flashed, muffled shots echoed, and bodies dropped.
Within minutes, the group regrouped near the helicopter. The operation had been smooth, efficient, though every step carried the risk of disaster.
Alice stepped forward, her eyes drawn to the screen inside the helicopter's cockpit. A flood of data scrolled across it, and her face changed instantly. "We need to move quickly."
Carlos frowned. "No rush. We've got time."
Alice snapped her head toward him, voice sharp. "No—we leave now."
Her words hung heavy. Then, through the dense fog, a shadow appeared. A massive figure lumbered forward, each step shaking the ground.
L.J.'s jaw dropped. "Oh, hell no… We just stole its ride." His voice cracked with dread.
The creature's enormous form broke through the mist, an aura of menace radiating off its hulking body. L.J. would never forget the sight.
Alice ran ahead, gun leveled at the pilot. "Start it! Now! Faster!"
"What's the rush?" a smooth, mocking voice interrupted.
Alice spun around. From the darkness, a man in a pressed black suit emerged, his pistol pressed against Angela's head. His calm expression contrasted with the chaos around them.
"My name is Major Cain," he said with a thin smile. "And I've been expecting you."
In moments, Umbrella's soldiers swarmed them. Wu Yang, Jill, Carlos, and the others were beaten down and dragged to one side, weapons stripped away.
"Dr. Ashford," Jack said with a crooked grin, spotting the old man on the ground nearby. "Well, looks like you led us straight here."
Ashford's weary eyes looked up, full of defiance. "I don't care what happens to me. As long as my daughter is safe."
At Cain's signal, Alice and Angela were forced out of the helicopter at gunpoint.
"Encirclement complete," a soldier reported. "All sectors secured."
"Angie!" Ashford cried, his voice breaking.
"Father!" Angela rushed into his arms. The two clung to each other desperately, reunited after unthinkable horrors.
Jack watched quietly. In the original chain of events, he knew Ashford died here, shot by Cain. To let that happen again… it felt like a waste. This time, he thought, he would intervene.
"Put down your weapon," Cain ordered, turning to Nemesis.
The towering monster obeyed. With mechanical precision, it lowered its Gatling gun and set it on the ground.
Shock rippled through the group.
"Damn…" L.J. muttered. "Didn't think they had him on a leash."
Cain studied Alice and Jack with cold amusement. "The two of you show remarkable promise. Extraordinary speed, strength, killer instinct. Exactly what we designed. But now… we must see who is superior. Fight."
His gaze locked on Alice.
Alice's jaw tightened. "No."
"Fight," Cain repeated, his tone darkening. "Or they die." He gestured at the others held at gunpoint.
Alice's eyes narrowed. "And how do you know I care?" she asked softly.
Cain smirked. Without warning, he raised his pistol and fired.
The shot cut through the night.
Bang!
Dr. Ashford froze. The bullet was aimed directly at him.
But before it could strike, Jack moved. In a heartbeat, he hurled himself forward, interposing his body between Ashford and the bullet.
The shot struck him squarely, the impact echoing like thunder.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Everyone stared—Jill, Alice, Carlos, even Nemesis.
"Jack…" Jill's voice cracked with disbelief.
Ashford's eyes widened. The man who had mocked, teased, and acted with selfish arrogance—had just thrown himself in harm's way to save him.
Jack gritted his teeth, blood welling, but he forced a grin even through the pain. "Tch… I guess even devils can play hero once in a while."
The tension in the air was electric. Cain's smile faltered for the first time. The balance of the story had shifted.
And Jack had changed everything.