Item Name: "T-Virus · Harmless · Basic Version"
Item Category: [Bloodline]
Item Compatibility: [100%]
Originating Plane: "Resident Evil";
Rating: [F-]
Item Price: F-Rank Voucher × 2, Plane Coin × 25;
Function Description: Enhances and reorganizes the characteristics of biological genetic factors, allowing the user's physical body to reach adult peak;
Slogan: If you are the only sapling, then in a biological sense, your family will be cut off here.
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This "T-Virus · Harmless · Basic Version" is an optimized and weakened version of the "T-Virus", which Royce used as a "universal vaccine".
In his plane, every citizen was injected with it.
It will modify the user's genes to a unified template, making them naturally immune to symptoms as large as smallpox, rheumatoid arthritis, AIDS, and as small as myopia, asthma, and cavities.
It only has one drawback.
It can only give the user a strong physique, no superpowers, and no physical enhancement.
Of course.
The zombie-like gene fragments must be removed.
Victor naturally didn't exchange this for his own use.
Not only is this bloodline weak, but the Superman bloodline cannot be compatible with it. Once injected, it will be swallowed and digested, a waste.
This is for a dying old fox.
Opening the [Inventory], the first thing he saw was the familiar virus injector. He placed his right hand under the table, extracted it, gently pressed the plunger, squeezed out a small drop of liquid, and then stored it back in the [Inventory].
With his Psychic power, he held the drop of liquid suspended in mid-air, took out the previously purchased dropper, and with a press and release, sucked the liquid into it, then sealed the dropper with tape.
It was a bit ugly, but it guaranteed no leaks.
He placed the dropper on the table, with a newly bought document bag underneath.
After finishing these, he continued to leisurely sunbathe and recharge while sipping coffee.
He showed no signs of impatience.
A few minutes later.
A UPS delivery truck appeared outside the cafe, and a delivery man, who was on the phone, got out of the car.
At the same time, Victor's Huawei phone, placed on the table, rang.
He unhurriedly took out a mask and put it on, and then answered the phone.
"Yes, I need to send a package. I'm at table 17, I can see you."
He waved to the delivery man who was looking at him, hung up the phone, and the delivery man quickly entered the cafe and walked over.
"Hello, what would you like to mail?" the delivery man asked politely.
Victor didn't rush to answer, but stood up, took out his wallet, and pulled out five hundred-dollar bills.
"I hope you can deliver it for me right now. The location is the front desk of the Osborn Building. What do you think?"
Facing Victor's request, the delivery man was a bit surprised, looking at the building across the street outside the glass. Yes, it was the Osborn Building.
This... The delivery man glanced at the 500 dollars in Victor's hand and cautiously said, "What do you want me to deliver? If it's too big, I don't want to get involved."
He was afraid of being asked to deliver dangerous items like bombs.
Victor picked up the dropper with the sealed tip from the table and shook it at the delivery man.
"This is a specimen, it won't explode. Don't worry, there are cameras here, even if something happens, you won't be held responsible."
The delivery man looked around.
The cameras inside the cafe and the cameras on the street outside the glass were all working normally.
Thinking about Victor's words again, it did make sense.
He immediately reached out, took the 500 dollars and the dropper, and was about to turn and leave.
"Wait a moment," Victor called out to him.
"What, regretting it?" He quickly stuffed the 500 dollars into his pocket: "It's no use regretting, you can't get these dollars back."
Victor didn't say much. He picked up the document bag from the table with one hand, and with the other, picked up a piece of paper and 20 dollars from under the document bag.
"I also need to mail this. Please check if the location and fee are okay."
The delivery man cleared his throat awkwardly.
He first took the paper, which had a Philadelphia address. The shipping fee was only 17 dollars.
Then he opened the folder and glanced at it. It was just a piece of parchment with strange runes drawn on it, and he could vaguely smell a faint sheepy odor. It wasn't anything valuable.
The delivery man nodded to Victor, indicating that it could be mailed.
He then asked, "Anything else? If not, I'll go deliver this for you first."
Victor waved his hand, signaling that the other party could leave.
Watching the delivery man walk out of the cafe, he first went back to the delivery truck. When he came down, the document bag in his hand was gone. He exchanged a glance with Victor inside the glass, then turned and walked towards the Osborn Building opposite.
Only after the other party walked into the main entrance of the Osborn Building did Victor take out 50 dollars, place it under the coffee cup, and turn to walk out of the cafe.
Walking on the street, Victor said softly, "Alice, watch for the timing of the action."
"Leave it to Alice, Chen."
--- Osborn Building, Chairman's Office on the 108th floor.
Norman Osborn sat at his desk.
At only 27 years old this year, his face was as withered as a 70-year-old man.
This was the genetic hereditary disease he inherited from his damned father — Retroviral Cellular Hyperplasia.
To this day, no one in the Osborn family has lived past 30.
Originally, by his generation, there was hope of ending this nightmare.
Osborn's "Super Soldier Serum Project" in cooperation with the military was already close to success. Richard Parker was simply a genius, having found a breakthrough from spiders.
But what he didn't expect was that Richard, as his best friend, colleague, and subordinate, despite knowing he suffered from a genetic hereditary disease, actually destroyed all the data and fled, citing "the research results being too dangerous"!
Bullshit dangerous!
A treacherous hypocrite, still caring about social safety?
Eating my food, using my equipment, spending my money, and in the end, when there were results, you tell me this thing is very dangerous and needs to be destroyed, and as for your illness, we'll think of other ways?
Damn it, you just wanted to enjoy the results all to yourself, didn't you!
Since you cut off my only way out, then you should die too!
And so.
Richard and Peter, the couple, died in a plane crash.
As for Norman.
After losing the Peter couple and all the data, even though he had the finished product, he and Connors were still unable to reverse-engineer the formula.
The core decay formula was missing!
With only three years left in his life, Norman saw no hope.
He was gradually despairing and beginning to go mad.
Just as Norman's mind was churning with various crazy ideas, the desk in front of him suddenly lit up — the desktop was a display screen.
An heroic, neutral face lit up on the screen. Her eyes met Norman's through the desktop.
Norman's face instantly darkened.
Without his permission, to be able to connect directly to the video, one would have to hack into Osborn Group's terminal server and modify permissions to do so.
Norman, with anger, demanded, "Who are you!"
No matter who it was, since they provoked him, they should be prepared to bear his wrath!
However.
When the other party spoke their first sentence, his anger instantly vanished.