"Bang—!!!"
Javier fired the Desert Eagle, flicking his wrist in an extremely unorthodox manner. The bullet shot out, and from a purely scientific perspective, Wesker saw it as a fool's shot.
As a genius forged by the "Wesker Project," Wesker had physics ingrained in his mind. He knew Newton's First Law dictated that once the bullet left the muzzle, it was only subject to gravity and air resistance. It would follow a parabolic curve downwards, but it could not curve horizontally, regardless of how much force was applied to the gun on firing. Scientific theory did not support this "trick shot." Wesker believed in science above all else—even above the notion of natural superpowers.
But then, as the Desert Eagle bullet flew, Wesker's eyes behind his sunglasses violently contracted. His Progenitor Virus-enhanced dynamic vision allowed him to track the bullet perfectly, and he saw it: the strange arc of its trajectory.
The bullet was actually curving! It didn't follow a straight path but accelerated along a bend, the visible air trail twisting with it. Wesker doubted his own senses. Was it the virus giving him visual side effects?
"Clang—!!!"
A sharp metallic sound and a burst of sparks shattered his self-doubt.
Wesker's own 9mm bullet, halfway to Javier, was intercepted by Javier's larger Desert Eagle Magnum round. The Magnum bullet, arcing like a homing missile, smashed the 9mm round to pieces. The larger bullet, still carrying momentum, continued toward Wesker.
The bullet actually curved! Wesker realized, stunned.
"Whoosh—!"
"Thud...!!!"
Wesker, relying on his powerful dynamic vision and agility, effortlessly sidestepped the slower, residual bullet, which buried itself deep in the tunnel wall.
"..."
"What method did you use? How can a handgun bullet curve? Or is that Desert Eagle of yours modified?" Wesker adjusted his sunglasses, his eyes locked on Javier. His cold facade remained, but his interest was intense. Wesker's Progenitor enhancements gave him raw physical superiority, but no special powers like telekinesis or energy projection. He was hungry for any technique that could further enhance his combat effectiveness, and Javier's skill was precisely that.
"You want to learn it? I can teach you!" Javier instantly reverted to his planned, cocky one-liner, utterly nonchalant.
But Wesker was not the comic villain to be placated by a generous offer. He saw it as mockery. His usually icy face began to twitch, turning red with fury, veins visibly bulging on his forehead.
Javier, ignoring the rising temperature, continued to explain his bizarre theory:
"It's called Gun-Fu (Gun-Jitter). The principle is simple: while Newton's First Law states that bullets only follow gravity and air resistance, that theory is actually flawed! If you violently jolt your wrist the instant the bullet leaves the muzzle, you give the projectile a new external force, allowing it to curve. This is an advanced technique; only shooting geniuses like me can master it."
"I call it Javier's Second Law of Inertia. It requires intellectual property maintenance, naturally. You shouldn't be surprised or confused. The ignorant always struggle to understand the ideas of a genius. That's why they say, 'Genius on the left, madman on the right.' Since you're clever, you'll see me as a genius. Fools like the others see me as a madman...!"
Javier delivered this outlandish explanation with absolute seriousness, gesturing with the Desert Eagle, unfazed by Wesker's enraged expression.
"Silence!" Wesker finally roared, cutting him off. "What pseudo-science is this? A simple jolt cannot make a bullet curve! Theoretically, only optical guidance could achieve that, but no such handgun exists!"
Wesker, his intelligence not yet fully corrupted by the virus's influence, sharply rejected Javier's absurd claims. He wasn't going to let his 4090 Ti brain be ruined by a knock-off CPU's ridiculous ideas.
"Heh," Javier smirked. "If my theory is pseudo-science, then what do you call this?!"
"Clack... Bang————!!!"
Javier quickly raised the Desert Eagle again, fiercely jolted his wrist, and fired the .50 caliber round.
"Whoosh—!"
The bullet once again arced, this time aiming for Wesker's shoulder blade. This was a ridiculous target, as Wesker was facing him, meaning the bullet would have to bypass his body and curve inward to hit his back.
Yet, Wesker's heightened dynamic vision confirmed it: the bullet was indeed curving around his side, tracking toward his back. He was utterly dumbfounded. Was this a flawed scientific theory, or a profound truth of the universe? Could a simple wrist flick truly defy physics?
Throwing caution to the wind, Wesker decided to test the theory himself. He quickly ducked to avoid the curving bullet, then, gripping his 9mm pistol, he imitated Javier's motion, violently flicking his wrist as he pulled the trigger.
"Bang—!"
The bullet shot out, but to Wesker's extreme frustration, it flew perfectly straight, impacting the tunnel wall in a flash of sparks. He had failed.
Practice had yielded the truth. Wesker concluded it was a trick—perhaps a flaw in the gun, certainly not a flaw in his perfect mind.
Javier, seeing Wesker's frustrated failure, poured salt on the wound.
"If you don't succeed, don't blame the road," Javier said casually. "Gun-Fu requires skill and talent. Only a true genius can learn it. Captain Wesker, you're clearly not that kind of genius! And the most crucial element is belief. Yes, belief!"
"You've let the Law of Inertia be burned into your mind. Subconsciously, you've already accepted that bullets can't curve. If you don't even believe it's possible, how can you ever succeed? You need to believe for the bullet to curve!"
Javier continued his nonsense, explaining the unexplainable with absurd conviction. In truth, Javier's "Gun-Fu" was a system-granted ability that allowed him to bend physics, whereas Wesker was still trapped by the "laws" set by Newton's bearded genius.
"Shut up!" Wesker bellowed, his face twitching violently. "I've decided—you're better off dead!!!"
Having completely lost patience with the "madman's" theories, Wesker inhaled deeply. His Progenitor-enhanced body allowed him to draw in a massive amount of oxygen, immediately accelerating his heart rate and fueling his muscles. It was an instant, full-body power surge.
"Stomp—!"
"Boom...!"
In a single breath, Wesker's coiled muscles exploded. His boot slammed down, cracking the ground into a spiderweb of fissures. He covered the distance between them in a mere blink, closing the gap instantly.
"Hoo..."
Exhaling sharply, Wesker, his eyes glinting cold fury behind his sunglasses, unleashed a devastating strike. He drove his palm forward with terrifying force, generating a visible air blast. The powerful gust even made the long, straggly stubble on Javier's chin flap wildly, stinging his cheek.
Javier instantly recognized the sheer power of the blow. If that strike landed on his abdomen, he was sure he'd be spitting up everything he'd eaten, turning his last meal into a rainbow-colored projectile!