“What about Chloe?” Annette asked.
“Stay in Arklay?”
William sneered, his tone dismissive, as if he were talking about a piece of discarded equipment.
“Her?
She has no value anymore.”
“The Nest is the holy land of the G-Virus, not a prison for old test subjects.
She will stay here, along with the Tyrant Project and those other B.O.W.s, to be handled by the new arrivals.”
Every word of their conversation fell into Chloe’s ears.
She did not look up or move, maintaining her curled-up posture, but her fingertips hidden in her sleeves quietly tightened.
So that was it.
She had been abandoned.
William was going to take her blood, her cells, and her clones to the underground of Raccoon City to create a new nightmare, while she, the real one, was to be abandoned forever in this cage in the mountains.
The T-Virus in her body suddenly stirred slightly, as if responding to some more terrifying power about to be born in the distance.
Chloe closed her eyes, forcibly suppressing that subtle unease, and hid all her emotions behind a mask of calm.
She knew her fate was about to be rewritten once again.
Three days later, the transfer documents from Umbrella Corporation headquarters were officially delivered to the Arklay Research Facility.
Arriving at the same time was a middle-aged man in a white researcher’s uniform with a calm and serious expression. This chapter is updated first at novelping.com.
He stood in the center of the experimental area, his gaze sweeping calmly over his surroundings.
There was no fanaticism like William’s, no coldness like Wesker’s, only a rigor and rigidity that adhered strictly to the rules.
The accompanying security personnel whispered to William: “Mr.
William, this is John Clemens, the new Research Director of the Arklay Research Facility appointed directly by headquarters.
He will take full control of the facility’s management and be responsible for the supervision of the Tyrant Project and all remaining test subjects and B.O.W.
projects.”
John Clemens nodded slightly and took the initiative to extend his hand to William, his tone formal and polite: “Mr.
William, I’ve heard much about you.
I will take over all operations at Arklay and ensure that Mr.
Spencer’s orders are executed smoothly.”
William shook his hand lightly, his eyes carrying a hint of imperceptible perfunctoriness.
He didn’t care who John was; he only cared about whether he could successfully take Chloe’s samples and leave this dilapidated facility as soon as possible.
“Director John, since you are here, I will hand over directly.” William gestured, and Annette immediately handed over a thick file.
“This is all the data on Test Subject S01, Chloe—a T-Virus stable variant.
Mr. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Spencer has personally marked it: do not let her die, do not let her escape, sample regularly, and cooperate with B.O.W.
data comparisons.”
He paused, deliberately emphasizing his tone: “She is a high-value control sample, but there is no need for deep experimentation; just maintain the status quo.
My core energy will be entirely focused on the G-Virus project at the Nest.”
John took the file and flipped through it quickly, his gaze lingering for a moment on words like “Chloe,” “T-ε Stable Variant,” and “Project Eris Material,” before solemnly closing the document.
“I understand.” He nodded.
“I will manage the test subjects strictly according to headquarters’ instructions, and the Tyrant Project will also proceed steadily.
It will certainly not affect your research at the Nest.”
William curled his lips in satisfaction.
John Clemens was obedient, disciplined, and kept to his duties—exactly the kind of “jailer” he wanted.
That afternoon, the cryogenic sample boxes and sealed clone cultivation chambers were loaded one by one onto the armored transport vehicle.
Annette personally inventoried and checked them; every sample was clearly labeled: S01 Chloe — G-Virus Control Exclusive.
William stood at the entrance of the facility and took one last look in the direction of the second basement level.
Chloe was still sitting quietly in the isolation chamber, like a forgotten doll.
He felt not the slightest bit of reluctance.
He turned and boarded the special vehicle.
The engine roared, and the car sped away in the direction of Raccoon City.