William Birkin did not answer directly, but turned back to the control console, his fingertips pressing the encrypted start key.
“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t.
We only need to execute orders and then focus on what we should be doing.”
Albert Wesker stood at the entrance of the closed tunnel, not taking another step forward.
Cold wind blew in from the underground ventilation, bringing a bone-chilling cold.
He looked at the woman in the disposal capsule who was once revered by the entire Umbrella Corporation as a treasure, and for the first time, clearly realized that Oswell E.
Spencer was quietly discarding old chess pieces.
And the new game had already been quietly laid out in the shadows.
The system prompt was short and cold.
The red indicator light flashed and vanished.
William Birkin turned around, his expression calm, as if he had just completed an ordinary experiment.
“Disposal complete.”
Albert Wesker nodded faintly, suppressing all doubts in his heart.
There is still handover work to do at Arklay.”
The vehicle drove back into the darkness, leaving the secret disposal point codenamed [Cabin in the Woods] forever abandoned in the unknown depths underground.
William Birkinofficially entered the Nest laboratory, completely leaving Arklay.
And Chloe was left behind in this research facility buried deep under the mountains.
The experimental area returned to deathly silence, but it was completely different from before.
The experimental area returned to deathly silence, but it was colder and more empty than ever before.
Gone was William Birkin’s fanaticism, gone was Lisa’s roaring.
Replacing them was a brand-new team brought by John Clemens.
They were rigorous, rigid, and methodical, performing blood draws, monitoring, and recording on time every day.
The process was flawless, yet they never spared a glance for Chloe.
In their eyes, she was no different from the Tyrant prototypes in the culture tanks, the predators in the cages, or the virus strains in the petri dishes.
“Subject S01, body temperature 36.7°C, T-Virus activity stable, no signs of frenzy.”
“Blood draw complete, sample ID AK-70-114, stored in the cold storage.”
“Sedative concentration maintained at standard value, containment capsule safety lock normal.” Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Cold mechanical reports replaced all emotions.
In the higher experimental area, the roar of the Tyrant Project’s machinery could be faintly heard—that was Umbrella Corporation’s most lethal biological weapon being gestated; while on the second underground level where Chloe was, only the ceaseless low hum of instruments remained.
She still lay in the corner of the containment capsule, looking at the pale light.
Albert Wesker was gone, heading to Raccoon City to secretly lay out his escape plan;
William Birkin was gone, taking her samples, plunging headlong into his fanatical obsession with the G-Virus;
And she had been handed over to a strange, emotionless research director, and along with the Tyrant Project, was locked in this research facility that was heading toward destruction.
Chloe gently closed her eyes, feeling the calm T-Virus within her.
She could faintly sense that, hundreds of kilometers away in the underground of Raccoon City, her blood, her cells, and her genes were being thrown into a horrific experiment.
A virus more frenzied, more evil, and more uncontrollable than the T-Virus was slowly awakening, using her as a reference.
That was William Birkin’s insatiable obsession.
That was the omen of the G-Virus’s imminent arrival.
And she could only wait quietly in this lonely cage.
Waiting for the storm to descend, waiting for the cage to shatter, waiting for a chance of her own to escape hell.
The Arklay Mountains were silent.
But the entire research facility had long been nailed to the countdown of destruction by fate.