AN: here your another bodus chapter.
50 power stone=1 bonus chapter for this week.
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Upon arriving at Spencer Memorial Hospital, Allen was greeted by a middle-aged African-American man (A/N: I wanted to say black man, but I was afraid it might sound racist, so this is better) named Mark Wilkins.
Allen quite liked this man. Every time he came to work at the laboratory, Mark always welcomed him warmly.
I hope this man can survive the upcoming outbreak and escape from this city, Allen thought to himself.
He had no idea that Mark would later become one of the few survivors in Raccoon City.
"Hey, Mark… how's your wife doing?" Allen greeted him.
"Hahaha, she's fine… but could you, for once, stop asking about my wife every time you come here? I'm afraid my marriage might fall apart because of you," Mark replied jokingly with a laugh.
Allen chuckled. "Alright, alright… here, I brought you some donuts and a few snacks to enjoy while working."
"Ohhh, thank you!" Mark said happily as he accepted the food without hesitation.
Yes, their relationship was quite close—one could even say they were good friends.
After chatting with Mark for a while, Allen entered the hospital and headed toward the elevator, descending to the underground laboratory owned by Umbrella.
Soon, he was sitting in front of a computer, working on several formulas sent by Dr. William through the main server. Hours passed before he finally finished reviewing and adjusting everything. He saved the data and sent it back to William.
Allen couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. The man never once showed his face and only handed him trivial tasks that felt like a complete waste of time.
Once that was done, Allen shifted his focus to his real research.
He pulled out a mini memory card—one of his own designs—and accessed the formula created by Annette. As he carefully reviewed it, genuine admiration crossed his face.
"This is impressive…" he muttered.
He immediately began running several tests in the laboratory, initiating a new sample trial based on her updated formula.
Not long after, the lab door slid open.
Annette entered after swiping her ID card across the access panel. She stepped inside and found Allen leaning back in his chair, waiting calmly for the test results to finish processing.
"What are you doing?" Annette asked as she approached.
"I'm testing your new formula for the T-Virus," Allen replied.
He glanced at the monitor. "You know, this formula is truly remarkable. I think we're close to discovering a new type of serum. However… there are still some side effects that need to be eliminated."
The issue Allen had discovered was troubling.
Although he had successfully combined the serums, there was still a residual strain of the T-Serum mixed within the final compound. Allen had no intention of taking unnecessary risks—if that T-Virus strain adapted or mutated further, it could create unpredictable problems.
He had already conducted several prior tests. The observed side effects included infertility and abnormal mutations that caused certain parts of the body to transform in unstable ways.
"Yes," Allen continued, "even though reducing the T-Serum concentration makes it less potent, if we combine it with another stabilizing serum, I think we can solve the problem."
His eyes remained fixed on the screen, watching the data update in real time.
In his mind, he was planning to combine the super soldier serum, the Extremis serum, and the T-Virus. He hoped that with this, he could enhance several aspects such as regeneration and reflexes—at the very least, he wanted his women to be able to withstand large-caliber bullets and even dodge them.
"So, did you manage to overcome the problem with the T–Virus?" Annette asked.
"Yeah. Not completely, but for now it doesn't seem like a big issue," Allen replied. "And this is also thanks to you, since you were able to separate some of the unnecessary components from the T–Virus."
Annette truly was a genius in that regard, and Allen was genuinely grateful that he could obtain the data he needed from her.
Her gaze lingered on him, full of admiration.
It seems my decision to help him wasn't wrong, Annette thought to herself.
"By the way, Annette… I hope you'll be careful around Spencer," Allen continued, his tone turning serious. "I found several spies in the laboratory who seem to be watching William. And… you should also pay more attention to your husband."
He didn't want Annette to get dragged into trouble because of William.
"I also found some irregularities in the case of Marcus' death, one of Umbrella's founders. It seems your husband and Spencer were involved in that case."
Annette was momentarily shocked.
She couldn't believe Allen would suspect her husband. She wanted to get angry—especially because he was accusing William of being involved in something like that—but seeing how concerned Allen looked about her safety left her feeling conflicted.
She knew about Dr. Marcus' death.
And it was true… William had always kept the details hidden from her.
"Alright. I'll be more careful," Annette replied flatly. "And about your accusation against my husband… just consider that you never said it."
She remembered how, when they first met, she had even thought about killing Allen. But after getting to know him better—after becoming friends—she sometimes felt as if she were betraying her husband just by being this close to another man.
And that made her feel ashamed.
After more than a decade working at Umbrella, she had rarely interacted with the opposite sex. As for intimacy—even with her own husband—it had long stopped. Probably since she gave birth to their daughter.
"It's fine. I understand your doubts," Allen said softly as he gently took Annette's hand. "I'm just worried about your safety."
Annette's breath caught.
"Is that really so? In that case—"
Ding…
Her words were cut off by the sound of the laboratory machine finishing its process.
Inside the glass tube, a dark blue serum shimmered under the light.
"Looks like we did it, Annette," Allen said.
They immediately checked the data on the computer, and the results matched perfectly.
Allen then took three new vials of serum—a combination of the Super Soldier serum, Extremis virus, and T–Virus. Amazingly, there was no rejection between the three serums.
"May I touch it?" Annette asked, her eyes sparkling in awe after seeing the data.
Even though the serum was still in the beta stage—and to Allen it wasn't perfect yet—to a researcher like Annette, this was an incredible breakthrough.
"Of course," Allen replied as he handed her the vial. "After all, this is the result of our work together."
"Do you think I should personally test this serum?" Allen asked in a serious tone, as if trying to see how Annette would react.
"No!!" Annette answered immediately. "Please don't act like an idiot… As a scientist—and also as your friend—I hope you don't do something reckless like a mad scientist, Allen."
Her voice was sincere.
Without realizing it, her hand tightened around his, as if she was physically trying to stop him from even considering such a thing.
Allen gave her a faint smile. "Relax. I won't do that. But I will test it on one of my bodyguards later. Annette, would you like to take one of the samples? You might need it someday."
"No need," Annette replied quickly. But deep down, she felt relieved knowing Allen wouldn't recklessly inject himself with the serum.
"And you don't have to worry," she added. "I won't report your serum to anyone—not even to William."
"Thank you, Annette," Allen said softly. "I don't know what to say. Don't worry—after I finish testing it, I promise I'll come back and give you the same dose."
"You don't have to do that, Allen," she said gently. She truly didn't need the serum, nor did she want to feel indebted to him.
Allen looked at her seriously this time.
"You know Umbrella uses the Arklay Mountains as a testing ground for their biological weapons," he said quietly. "There have already been many cases of people disappearing there. I'm afraid a disaster will happen here soon too."
His grip on her hand tightened slightly—not forceful, but protective.
"With this serum, I'm sure I can protect the people I care about… including you. So please, don't refuse it."
Allen said that while pulling Annette into a hug.
Strangely, the mature woman didn't resist. Instead, she stayed still, letting her body lean against his, her chest pressing against Allen's chest, as if savoring that brief MILF warmth.
"By the way, Annette… I want to give you the first injection of my Super Soldier serum. Don't worry, I've already tested this serum. One of my bodyguards and even my wife also received the same injection, and now their physical condition is equal to that of a small elite unit."
"I told you before, you don't need to do that, Allen," Annette replied, hesitant.
"Annette, this is for you. You're already like an older sister to me. I want you to stay safe, and this will also help you protect yourself and your family," Allen said seriously. He truly was worried about Annette.
However, at the same time, those words were also one of Allen's ways of woing Annette.
And it worked.
Annette fell silent. Allen's words made her reconsider. In the end, she nodded slightly, agreeing to his offer.
"Good. Then let's do it in your private room. Luckily, I brought my equipment," Allen said. He then pulled out a portable tube from the pocket of his coat. Annette immediately recognized it—Pym technology created by Allen. She was always amazed by the practicality of the man's tools, especially the mini Arc Reactor capable of producing energy equal to a nuclear reactor.
"Okay, if you're ready, take off all your clothes and step into the tube," Allen said seriously.
Annette felt embarrassed for a moment about having to be naked in front of Allen, but in the end she still did it. While covering her chest and crotch with both hands, she slowly stepped into the tube.
"Don't worry, the process won't take long," Allen reassured her.
After making sure all systems were running, Allen injected the Super Soldier serum into Annette's body. This serum was indeed an upgraded version of the one he had given Jill and Alex. Even though Annette wasn't the combat type—so the dose she uses is less than Alex, Jill and Lupo use, but this serum was more than enough to enhance her strength, stamina, and durability to the level of Captain Carter.
Allen enjoyed the view of Annette's beautiful body while waiting for the fusion process to finish. Besides being beautiful, Annette was also a smart woman in the field of biology. She was even one of the few people who knew about the G–Serum and was able to create its antivirus.
Allen thought that if one day he wanted to dig deeper into the G–Virus, Annette would be the right person to talk to.
Allen's gaze then shifted to the computer screen displaying the countdown. The process would take about three hours—relatively short because the dose used was different from his other women.
Three hours passed. The chamber slowly opened, revealing Annette who was now opening her eyes. She stepped out, her body looking much younger, as if she had returned to her twenties. Her face was fresh, the fine wrinkles around her eyes completely gone. She stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection with a faint smile.
Her eyes then shifted to Allen, who was sleeping on the sofa. Annette almost approached him, but she realized she was still naked. She quickly put on her clothes; she knew if she didn't, that naughty man would surely tease her.
"Hey, Allen, wake up," Annette called softly.
Allen slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes. "Ohh… hey, Annette. So, how was it? Did the process go smoothly? Any side effects?" he asked, making sure Annette was fine.
"Well… I feel like my body is perfectly fine. In fact, now I feel full of energy, as if I could kill a cow with a single punch," she replied with a chuckle.
Allen smiled faintly. "Hmm, it seems you're still not used to your new strength. I hope you'll be more careful, use just a little strength when walking or touching something. Oh, how about we test your limits in the experiment room?"
"Okay," Annette replied briefly.
She then walked out, but not long after, the heels of her shoes broke easily—too fragile to withstand her new strength. Annette could only let out a small sigh. It seemed she really needed time to get used to her new body.
After conducting a series of tests, the results were quite satisfying. It could be said that Annette was now a version of Captain Carter in the Marvel universe—her body strong, fit, and full of energy. She was very happy with this change, because with her new strength, at the very least she could protect her family.
However, Annette was not a fool. She realized that even though her body was much stronger now, it didn't mean she could easily defeat bioweapons, let alone face a Tyrant. Her combat skills were still very low, and confronting Umbrella directly was nothing but a dangerous dream. In fact, if she were captured, she feared her new body would only become material for their serum experiments.
The silence of the room was suddenly broken when Annette's stomach growled loudly. Her face immediately turned red with embarrassment.
Allen gave a small smile. "Hey, how about we eat outside? After all, it's already lunchtime."
Annette turned and nodded quickly. "Of course… I won't refuse that invitation."
With that, the two of them left the laboratory and walked toward a café within the area of Raccoon City University, a place where researchers usually relaxed while having lunch.
When they went out, they were greeted by Mark. "Hello Allen and Mrs. Birkin, are you going out for lunch?"
"Yep… hey Mark, can you lend me your vehicle? We want to go to the university for lunch."
Allen hadn't brought his own vehicle when he went to the lab since the distance between his apartment and the lab wasn't far.
"Of course, here's my car key," Mark casually handed his car key to Allen.
"Thanks, I'll bring you some snacks later."
"Hahaha, okay. I have to go now since there's a security meeting soon."
After that, Mark went to the elevator and headed to the upper floors of the building.
"Allen, you seem to know that security guy quite well," Annette asked curiously. It seemed Allen was the type who got along easily and had many friends.
"Yeah, something like that. He's someone I can trust…"
Then they walked toward the parking area while talking about how they first met Mark and other things along the way to the university.