While Orsaga was diligently providing high-grade technical support to the world of Resident Evil's bioweapons industry…
Li Wei's Purgator squad was getting absolutely wrecked by the dual-claw Tyrant, to the point of near mental breakdown.
With strength capable of tearing apart tanks, speed fast enough to outrun a car, and armor so tough it practically laughed at small arms fire—even a few tank shells couldn't guarantee a kill.
To a group of relatively ordinary humans, it was a walking nightmare.
Despite round after round of gunfire, their rifles barely scratched it—it was like trying to shave a boulder with a butter knife.
As casualties mounted and morale plummeted, a creeping sense of despair began to take root in everyone's heart.
Gasping for breath, Huang Liu glanced at a few of their fallen comrades. The weariness showed on his face.
As the team's core fighter—and the man who had single-handedly taken down the first Tyrant—he'd become the prime target of the dual-claw Tyrant.
Compared to everyone else, he was under immense pressure—both physically and mentally.
And at this point, he was barely holding it together.
Give it two or three more minutes, and he'd be completely spent.
Realizing this, he looked over at Leon and Draco beside him and said grimly, "We can't drag this out any longer. We're almost out of ammo and stamina. Time for one final push."
Leon, still panting heavily, nodded without hesitation.
As a rookie, he lacked the experience he'd later become known for. In this moment, all he could do was follow Huang Liu's lead.
Draco, on the other hand, remained calm.
"I'll draw its attention. You go for the kill."
Having spent years on real battlefields, he wasn't afraid to die—and he knew that now was the time to take risks.
So he volunteered for the most dangerous role without flinching.
Huang Liu nodded. "Alright. Let's do this."
As for Jill, Li Wei, and the two others—he didn't even look their way.
Their physical condition was far worse than the core trio's. After the grueling battle, they could barely stand, let alone fight.
At best, they could squeeze off a few suppressing shots to distract the Tyrant.
That was the extent of their usefulness.
The moment Huang Liu finished speaking, the dual-claw Tyrant sprang into action, each of its massive strides covering three or four meters as it barreled toward them.
Without hesitation, Draco raised his rifle and unloaded a burst into its face.
The Tyrant snarled in rage and grabbed a nearby corpse, hurling it at him like a missile.
Sensing the sheer force behind it—enough to crush him outright—Draco dove to the side without delay.
SPLAT!
The spot where he had been just seconds ago was obliterated by the corpse's impact.
Bones cracked audibly, and the red-and-white mush of brain matter exploded everywhere.
Unfazed, Draco rolled back to his feet and whipped a grenade from his belt, tossing it straight at the charging Tyrant.
Before it could hit the ground, Huang Liu raised his rifle and fired a pinpoint shot, detonating the grenade mid-air—right above the Tyrant's exposed, bald head.
The resulting explosion didn't fully destroy its skull, but it did send a shockwave through the bone and damaged the brain tissue underneath.
The Tyrant stumbled mid-sprint.
Its massive body crashed to the ground, shattering the floor tiles beneath it.
Seeing the result, which had exceeded even his expectations, Huang Liu immediately opened fire.
The others didn't waste a second either—guns blazing in unison.
Unfortunately, only half of them had any decent aim. The rest were like stormtroopers with a vendetta against accuracy—missing everything except the air around the target.
By the time the gunfire stopped, Huang Liu had already pulled out his last grenade and was sprinting toward the downed Tyrant.
Though their combined barrage hadn't inflicted fatal damage, it had opened up several bullet holes in the creature's hide.
If he could shove the grenade into one of those wounds before they closed and detonate it from the inside...
That might just end this.
Meanwhile, in Umbrella Corporation's remote command center, the commander—watching everything through drone feeds—suddenly understood what Huang Liu was attempting.
His face turned pale as he shouted at his technician:
"Shit! Get that thing rebooted now!"
Losing two Tyrants wasn't a disaster in itself.
But if they got taken out by a bunch of civvies, a few ex-soldiers, and a couple of beat cops? That would be humiliating.
Especially when this was supposed to be a live demonstration of their latest bioweapon.
Dozens of corporate execs were watching in real time.
This was not the time for failure.
The Tyrant was designed for modern military conflict. It was supposed to be an elite answer to war—not something that got dunked on by people with no heavy weapons.
It was supposed to dominate, not get outplayed.
Perhaps spurred on by the panic in the command room, the Tyrant rebooted just as Huang Liu reached it.
With a lightning-quick motion, its muscular right leg lashed out.
WHAM!
Huang Liu was launched seven or eight meters into the air, the grenade flying from his hand and landing in a patch of grass nearby.
He crashed to the ground hard and immediately felt a stabbing pain in his chest.
He knew instantly—at least one or two ribs were broken.
He couldn't fight anymore.
So he just lay there, helpless.
With a bitter smile, he muttered to himself, "That's it… I gave it my best."
As the dual-claw Tyrant shrugged off his teammates' covering fire and strode toward him, Huang Liu remained calm.
He watched as it raised its massive fist and brought it down.
BOOM!
The punch landed—not on Huang Liu, but beside him, cracking the ground.
Why?
Because a split-second before the blow landed, a crimson burst of blood erupted from the Tyrant's skull.
A heavy-caliber round slammed into its head, staggering the beast.
Though it didn't fully penetrate the skull, the impact fractured it.
From the shape and power of the bullet, Huang Liu immediately realized:
A large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle—
The kind used to punch through tanks, bunkers, and armored vehicles.
None of them had that kind of weapon.
Which meant…
Reinforcements had arrived!
Realizing this, Huang Liu didn't hesitate.
Before the Tyrant could recover, he scrambled away, rolling and crawling like a man on fire.
He moved so fast that he aggravated his chest injury again, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
His face went pale.
"VROOOOM—!!"
From a distance, the roar of a motorcycle engine echoed.
"VROOOM!!"
A sleek figure riding a massive Harley roared out from the shadows at full speed—headed straight for the Tyrant.
Seconds before impact, the rider performed a mid-air backflip so clean it defied the laws of physics, dismounting in midair.
As the motorcycle collided with the Tyrant's skull, the rider drew a shotgun and fired—
BOOM!
Blowing up the gas tank and turning the Harley into a blazing fireball.
The Tyrant was instantly engulfed in flames—a walking inferno.
One of the nerdy guys beside Li Wei immediately recognized the rider and squealed in joy:
"Boss lady! You're gorgeous! Please save our pathetic asses!!"
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