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After the last of the Umbrella Corporation soldiers were eliminated, Jack stepped forward toward Cain with calm precision. The air around him seemed to thrum with energy, the ground trembling slightly under his measured pace.
Cain stumbled backward, panic twisting his features. "You—don't come any closer! Quickly! Kill him! Kill him!" he bellowed at Nemesis, his voice cracking with fear.
"Roooaaar!" Nemesis responded, letting out a deep, primal howl. The massive creature tore a heavy iron pole from the ground, his movements precise despite his size. He advanced slowly, the Gatling gun in his grasp vibrating with lethal potential.
"Yes! Kill him!" Cain screamed, desperation making his voice almost brittle. But before Nemesis could fire, a hail of bullets ripped through him, tearing his body apart. Cain's eyes widened in shock as he crumpled to the ground, disbelief frozen on his face.
Alice watched the scene unfold, her gaze shifting to Nemesis. "Thank you, Matt," she murmured, relief and awe mixed in her tone.
Jack tilted his head, a faint smirk playing across his lips. "Touching. Really touching. Might even make me tear up," he said, his voice carrying a casual amusement.
Alice turned sharply to him, suspicion flashing in her eyes. "Jack… who are you, really?"
Before he could answer, two armed helicopters descended, searchlights slicing through the darkness. Their rotors cut the night air, and a loudspeaker crackled:
"Hands up! Surrender immediately!"
Jack raised both hands slowly, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright… since you've come all this way, let me give you a little souvenir."
From his palms, light-red Transformium particles coalesced in the air. They moved with intent, fusing into the shape of a bazooka as Jack's fingers waved delicately.
"Holy—he's doing magic now?" L.J. exclaimed, eyes wide.
The others could hardly believe it. "Impossible…" Teri whispered. "How is this even happening?"
Ashford's face lit up with excitement. "These particles… coming from his body? Incredible! Absolutely unprecedented! I need to study this…" His scientific mind raced at the impossible phenomenon before him.
Pēng! Pēng! Pēng!
The helicopters opened fire, a barrage of bullets ripping toward Jack. But as if striking an invisible wall, every round halted midair just a meter from him, suspended in a perfect, deadly pattern.
"You've seen my treasure," Jack said smoothly, his grin widening. "Now it's yours."
Boom!
The bazooka fired, the rocket streaking toward the first helicopter.
"Evade! Move!" one pilot shouted as they twisted in the air. But Jack shook his head. "Running won't help," he said lazily. "When I give something, you take it. No exceptions."
The rocket corrected its trajectory midair, tracking the evasive chopper like a living predator.
"It's locked onto us! We're going down—!"
BANG!
The explosion tore through the sky. Flames and shrapnel rained down as the first helicopter disintegrated, burning fragments scattering across the cityscape.
The second helicopter, caught in the shockwave, spun out of control. It crashed into a nearby building, erupting in a violent fireball. The heat and smoke engulfed the area, lighting the night in a hellish glow.
Angela grabbed Ashford's arm, her voice trembling. "That… that's terrifying."
Carlos's eyes were fixed on Jack. "He's a monster… fierce beyond belief."
Jill shook her head. "Didn't know he was capable of this level of power."
L.J. whispered in disbelief, "This isn't human. Nothing we've seen is even close."
Teri's voice was almost a murmur. "He's beyond our comprehension."
From above, the scattered Transformium particles began drifting down, reassembling and flowing back into Jack's palm with a soft, glowing hum.
Alice's eyes narrowed, curiosity and caution warring on her face. "What are those things?"
Jack smiled. "Nothing special—Transformium particles. You probably haven't heard of them."
"Transformium?" Alice repeated, her voice sharp. "Jack, what exactly are your goals?"
Jack's smirk widened. "You're getting cautious. Good. My goals are simple, Alice. I'm just… playing the game."
"Playing?" she asked, raising a brow.
"Exactly. Consider me the player, and all of you… the pieces." His eyes flicked to Nemesis. "Looks like you've regained some of your memory. Let's see what you're capable of now."
Alice stepped in front of Nemesis, her posture protective. "What are you planning?"
Jack tilted his head, amusement in his eyes. "What I want, Alice. And you won't be able to stop me."
Alice clenched her fists. "Let's test that." She launched herself forward, striking with precision.
Jack dodged with effortless grace. "You have power beyond human limits… but you've never faced true power. I'll give you a taste."
"Beat me first!" Alice yelled, throwing another punch.
Jack caught her fist with one hand, twisted, and flung her aside as if she weighed nothing.
"Roooaar!" Nemesis roared, raising his Gatling gun and unleashing a torrent of bullets toward Jack.
Jack's arm rose, a clang! echoing as the barrel struck him. He didn't flinch. "Impressive strength," he said. "You've earned some praise."
He kicked suddenly, his boot smashing into Nemesis's stomach. The massive creature flew backward, crashing into the ground with a thud that shook the street.
Alice darted back in, attacking relentlessly. Jack's body weaved and shifted with preternatural precision, dodging every strike as if he could predict the moves before they happened.
Nemesis recovered and charged again, joining Alice in a synchronized assault. Together they struck from both sides—raw power and speed combined in a whirlwind of motion.
From the sidelines, Jill's face was taut with worry. L.J. muttered, "Feels like a father letting two kids play while he barely moves. Disparity is insane."
Carlos gritted his teeth. "We can't just stand here! We need to help them!"
He tore open his handcuffs with a knife, freeing himself. Jill followed, unlocking hers and then releasing Teri and L.J.
Teri looked around, panic in her eyes. "What do we even do?"
Jill exhaled, shaking her head. "Wish I knew…"
Carlos barked, "We help them fight! That's what we do!"
Jack suddenly seized Alice by the throat mid-charge, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. "Playtime's over," he said coldly. "Any longer, and this gets… awkward."
The wind from Nemesis's movements whipped debris around them, the cityscape becoming a battlefield of fire, smoke, and shattered concrete. Jack's eyes gleamed with calculation and malice, every movement measured yet overwhelmingly fast.
Alice struggled in his grip, fury burning in her eyes. "You won't get away with this!" she spat.
Jack chuckled softly. "Oh, I already have. But you'll get your chance… in my own way."
Nemesis swung the Gatling gun again, trying to land a strike on Jack. The sheer force of the weapon would have obliterated any ordinary human, but Jack parried, sending a shockwave through the barrel. The monster staggered slightly, a growl rumbling from deep within his chest.
The city around them groaned under the chaos. Sparks from shredded wires lit the streets. Broken glass scattered like diamonds in the firelight. Jack moved through it all like a predator, dodging, weaving, striking—untouchable, untamed.
Alice, Nemesis, and Jack were locked in a deadly dance, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and burning metal. The night itself seemed to tremble under their power.
Jill, Carlos, L.J., Teri, and Ashford watched helplessly but ready, knowing that any intervention could mean life or death. The air was electric with tension—the kind that precedes the final move in a high-stakes game.
Jack's smirk never faded. "You've seen my power," he said softly to Alice, his gaze sharp. "Now you'll see the game I play."
With that, the three—Jack, Alice, and Nemesis—moved again, faster, stronger, more unpredictable than ever. The battlefield had shifted into a spectacle of chaos, fire, and brilliance, and the night would remember the events it bore witness to.