Alex wasn’t the type to sit around doing nothing.
She had been developing a very special kind of serum all along.
With Spencer determined to pursue immortality on the basis of the Progenitor Virus, and with Alex being among the most outstanding minds in R&D, she was undoubtedly the best choice.
As the head of the Wesker Project, and the one Spencer placed great hopes in, Alex possessed not only beauty and intelligence, but also an indescribable presence.
Unlike Wesker’s arrogant habit of treating everyone as chess pieces, she could make her subordinates worship her fanatically—and willingly risk their lives for her.
“Lately, what has Delta Team been doing?” Alex asked as she flipped through a book—her favorite work of literature—looking cultured and elegant.
Standing before her was a member of Delta Team: the Cold War-era spy, Vladimir Bodrovski.
“Respected Ms.
Alex, Lupo has been leading us on Rockfort Island for ambush and assassination training against bioweapons.”
“Continue monitoring.
Report to me immediately if anything happens,” Alex said blandly.
“Yes, ma’am!” Bodrovski saluted respectfully, clearly subdued by Alex, faithfully carrying out his mission.
All of this was a performance Alex put on for Spencer.
From beginning to end, Alex had chosen to stand on Eddie’s side.
Who would stand with an old man whose life was nearly over?
A decaying elderly man—even if he was an ambitious one!
Spencer only had value as a tool; he didn’t even have basic “decorative” value.
Lupo, leading the team’s training on Rockfort Island, also knew there was a spy within the unit—but she kept silent.
Here, she wasn’t called Karena; she used Lupo as her codename—meaning “Wolf Mother,” a ruthless mother wolf with a starving wolf’s heart!
With Delta Team gone, the defensive level around Eddie dropped several notches.
That was inevitable.
Only the training facilities on Rockfort Island could truly sharpen Delta Team.
Among them, only the karate expert Vector had graduated from Rockfort Island.
On Rockfort Island, all kinds of bioweapons—B.O.W.s—existed.
The reason HUNK could be called the Grim Reaper, surviving missions nobody should survive, was because he had endured strict training on Rockfort Island.
Zombie dogs, Reapers, Lickers, Hunters, and other bioweapons—he knew them all, and could pinpoint their weaknesses with deadly precision for a one-strike kill.
Compared to ordinary people, anyone seeing these bioweapons for the first time would definitely be scared so badly their limbs went soft.
Even if you were well-trained, it wouldn’t matter—you’d still be as fragile as paper in front of those fangs.
“Dear, I need to leave for a while—go to the French branch.” Alex held a tablet, with the old butler Stuart standing behind her.
“You watch your own safety.
And when it comes to Spencer, you’d better be careful.
He and Sergei are still in Raccoon City.
Don’t let your guard down.
That old man is a fox.”
“Be careful over there too.” Someone who aimed to do big things couldn’t afford to be trapped in sentimental weakness.
Alex smiled with seductive charm.
“I originally wanted a proper farewell, but there’s no time.
Watch yourself.
I’m going to the branch for something very important.
Raccoon City isn’t peaceful.
Be careful of everything—Spencer, Sergei, and my ‘brother,’ Albert!”
“I know.
You’re the one who needs to be careful.” Eddie handed her a bottle of half-finished serum.
“Take this with you.
I wanted it to be a surprise, but… this should help with your coughing.
If you feel any reaction, remember to tell me.”
“What is it?” Alex’s eyes brightened with curiosity.
“A modified serum, diluted countless times.” Eddie shrugged.
“It was extracted by combining your cells with Stairway of the Sun.
It should work for you.
It’s only a semi-finished product, but as a medical treatment, it’s still usable.”
He had done his best.
Wanting to perfectly obtain superhuman strength and speed was, frankly, very hard.
Relying on luck to successfully mutate—what did he think this was, a superhero movie?
Or that he was the protagonist of some novel?
From what Eddie understood, the number of test subjects had reached well over a hundred thousand, yet only one or two had succeeded.
He didn’t believe he was one of the lucky ones.
Depending on luck?
Unless he was the literal husband of the Goddess of Fortune—forget it.
Alex smiled—bright, radiant, and with a hint of happiness.
In the past, she truly wouldn’t even spare other men a second glance.
Then she met Eddie Cai.
This “little man” felt special to her.
Maybe a cougar romance really wasn’t so bad.
“I’ll take it,” Alex said softly.
“If the timing is right, I’ll use it.
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I don’t want to hear any bad news.” Like a wife, she reached up and adjusted Eddie’s collar—turning from a cool ‘mature lady’ into a sweet spouse in less than a second.
The shift in aura didn’t even require a breath.
“I’m terrified of dying,” Eddie said, squeezing one eye and flashing a mischievous grin.
“Relax.
I’m still waiting to see our children be born.
I’ll be fine.”
“When my illness is cured, I’ll give you one,” Alex said with a charming smile.
“Alright, I’m leaving.
Take care of yourself, dear.” She waved and walked away.
As a ‘mature lady,’ she knew exactly what mattered when—right now, career came first.
Love and tenderness?
Save that for when things were stable.
Meanwhile, after making contact with William, the federal military gradually began to understand the potential of the G-serum.
The T-serum already enabled limitless possibilities—so what level could the even more promising G, extracted from the T, truly reach?
If they wanted to extract the Birkin family from Umbrella-controlled Raccoon City, the best method was to scope the area in advance—do a recon pass.
Umbrella was a massive multinational corporation, its influence so vast it was almost outrageous.
Eddie planned to visit Jill at the police station.
After a full day of work, it was necessary to communicate with his new girlfriend.
He walked down the street with a cup of coffee in hand.
As he was walking, someone bumped into him.
Coffee splashed directly onto his clothes.
A fashionable beauty with flashy gold, side-parted short hair apologized profusely.
“I’m sorry, sir—I ran into you.
I’m really sorry.
Let me buy you another cup of coffee.”
Getting bumped into just by walking?
Eddie honestly didn’t know what to say.
He looked up—and the woman in front of him was very beautiful, with an oddly familiar feeling.
That aura… like she often moved among the upper class—elegant, polished, never letting a single leaf touch her sleeves.
“It’s fine.
Go on.
It’s just coffee.” Eddie shook his head and didn’t engage further.
His instincts told him—this woman definitely had a problem.
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