My plan to rescue the President's daughter is reliable, like suspicious purchases from a country where they hire children to pay them less than adults. I met with Ada Wong — the most unreliable spy in history, capable of betraying anyone in the blink of an eye. However, she is the best choice for the illegal extraction of a Las Plagas specimen from a criminal organization, a particularly dangerous parasite that can change the future of humanity. I entrusted this mission to her. Moreover, Ada revealed all of the Organization's secret data, including the fact that the competing company is not yet aware that it might miss out on a juicy piece of the pie.
But, feeling betrayal on my fingertips, I thought about alternative options. While paying the spy a million dollars and sending her on her way might be enough, there's a good chance she'll succeed. My two best employees, however, are almost guaranteed to complete their mission.
Mr. Death, the great and terrible HUNK, is ready to steal the sample for his salary!
And his sister requested an additional bonus… The scoundrel, she's robbing the boss, but I'm ready to forgive her everything. Wesker, the greedily merciful, is extremely generous today, because I finally have a vacation! My soul was filled with such a joyful atmosphere that I wanted to throw a feast for the whole world. So much happiness in the word "vacation."
I decided to spend it on a luxurious aircraft carrier — pure contraband, but formally compliant with the law. Javier Hidalgo handed it over to me in exchange for the temporary use of Alexia, who is healing his daughter with the T-Veronica virus. I receive dividends and other benefits from this deal. The unbearably pleasant exploitation of Alexia fully pays for itself, and now I am already in Spain with semi-official status on my own ship. Well-equipped, I am monitoring the progress through the monitors, looking for a moment to unnoticeably leave the ship and go to a party.
There were places to go. The Spanish villages reminded me of Russian ones, especially those near the Umbrella factory. Here, however, they are not zombies — all rotten and dangerous, each zombie eager to get a bullet right in the forehead. No, something worse.
Los Iluminados is a religious cult that worships parasites as a holy deity. The fanatics are so obsessed with an idiotic idea that they seriously believe that the parasites grant longevity, bull's health, and horse-sized… well, something protruding.
Ahem… The cultists certainly received something, but it was far from what they expected. The parasites peacefully moved into the brain, beginning to control their hosts for the purpose of maintaining biomass. This led to sacrifices, ritual cannibalism, and… what a surprise: no orgies. The wrong kind of evil cult, but such is their essence — instead of carnal pleasures, they choose food, and they don't have to go far for it, as the neighbors are nearby.
Although there is a grain of truth in every creepy theory. The parasite can indeed be subjugated to one's own will, directing its capabilities to one's own benefit. This phenomenon has been little studied, but there have been recorded cases where it succeeded, and then fanatical scientists and smart cultists got involved. With these groups, the study of parasites continued and developed to the limit, giving rise to new types of bio-weapons. Even the late Umbrella was forced to resort to my genius to illegally conduct experiments on people, implanting artificially grown parasites in their brains — a pathetic copy of Las Plagas that spawned Nemesis.
Ah… Nemesis was magnificent, but if more developed parasites had been implanted in him, he would have represented a much greater threat. That's exactly why I came here! With the new parasites, I will create a more perfect Nemesis 2.0.
— Hmm, any news? — I asked myself, setting up a video call with the infiltration agent. And even if it slightly undermines the honor of the righteous Wesker, there is no other way — I need to keep an eye on the cult that plans to take over the world.
— We have problems, — agent Jack Krauser tried to frighten me. Yes, the same one who attacked my beloved drug lord. Together with Leon Kennedy, they were sent to deal with the incident in South America, but fate smiled on one twice, and bent the other over.
Krauser received a serious wound that put his career in the US Army in an indecent pose. When a soldier is driven to despair, only mercenary work remains — working for the bad guys and earning a bunch of greenbacks. That's how he ended up in GENTEK, learned about the extra zeros in his bank account, and adopted the correct ideology. Correct, because it pays well.
— Report, — I calmly waved, speaking in a tone polished to perfection — demonstrating my superiority over my subordinates.
With those who are above or equal to me, conversations are structured differently — usually with fists and strategic retreat. But not a shameful escape, because honor is above all else.
— Ashley Graham has been taken to the Las Plagas church near the village. Osmund Saddler suspects something, so he is speeding up the process. The parasite has already been implanted in her, but I doubt the girl will be able to cope with it, — Krauser reported, looking around.
He was at a military base, where Saddler's outpost was located. The cultists took refuge here when the "witch hunt" began. In those days, the Los Iluminados were almost completely destroyed, but a few lucky ones managed to survive and develop into something much more dangerous.
— Bad news. But everything is within my forecasts. The Black Watch and my people should handle it. Continue monitoring the cult leader. And remember, the life of the President's daughter is paramount. We must snatch her from the clutches of the evil cultists, and fulfill our duty to the country, — I said good-naturedly, imagining something pleasant.
— We… what… Wesker, but you yourself ordered me to kidnap her and deliver her to the cult, — he stated confidently, but to me, it sounded like a blatant lie.
— Communication interference, — I frowned. — Report if anything changes.
After that, I disconnected and wiped the sweat from my brow. Fortunately, there were not many people on the equipped ship capable of handing me over to the authorities. And generally, I didn't exactly order the President's daughter to be kidnapped to receive benefits from the government for saving her… It happened unintentionally! Oh yes, right… It's all my evil twin brother's fault again; he's always stirring up trouble and dealing bad cards.
To distract myself from the unpleasant conversation with the agent who disclosed confidential information, I contacted the Black Watch. They should have not only landed in the cult's base area by now but also cleared most of the territory, destroying any imperfect Las Plagas samples.
The connection was soon established, but instead of joy, I only felt emptiness and a sea of broken shards in my heart. What happened? Oh, my unscrupulous subordinates were having fun to the fullest, forgetting to invite the boss to the party.
From the chest camera installed on HUNK, I saw him deftly and nimbly destroying a squad of parasite carriers. Several shots to the head, a couple to the legs, and an instant grab, twisting a neck in a matter of seconds. And the joyful throwing of grenades at enemies right under a fiery barrage of expensive guns.
Dozens of elite fighters were easily clearing the Spanish village, causing an unpleasant and uncharacteristic feeling of envy in me. I'm envious, what can I do — I want to dive into a sea of fun and excitement.
— Mr. Death, — I addressed my subordinate, comfortably settling into the leather chair. — The plans will have to change. The President's daughter is infected with the Las Plagas parasite and is in the Los Iluminados church. Find traces of special equipment that will help extract the parasite before Ashley is sent to the States. She is not within my jurisdiction for me to place her in GENTEK without unnecessary questions.
— Acknowledged, — he answered dryly, his voice lowered not only by the mask but also by the noise of the battle. During our conversation, the grim reaper dodged the chainsaw of one of the infected, making a surgically precise cut with his knife in the process.
A guy with a chainsaw and a fast-food restaurant bag on his head… An interesting opponent, but not for the elite. HUNK calmly finished what he started, shoved a grenade into the wound, then leapt away with the agility of a cat and ducked. The explosion tore the opponent apart — not bad.
— Do you require support? — I asked, trying to hide the hope in my voice. Come on, you have a perfect chance to please the boss. Just say you can't do without me, and then I, perhaps, will magnanimously descend to your party.
— Everything is going according to plan, without complications, — he replied emotionlessly, making me internally resent him. The nerve, he doesn't respect his generous boss.
— I plan to pay you a visit, — I went all in. — Depending on the circumstances, I allow improvisation, but remember: you must destroy all traces of Las Plagas, clear the road to the church, and, if possible, capture the "Amber."
— Acknowledged, — again, he agreed to all instructions without any emotion. Perhaps HUNK was too busy, as an infected militia arrived. Dozens of peasants with dynamite. They lit the fuse and threw it at the mercenaries. But the peasants overestimated their capabilities. The Black Watch is used to unconventional enemies; they opened fire on the dynamite, preemptive fire, leaving the enemies no chance of escape.
I want to shoot dynamite too…
— Transferring to Command Center, — I announced, disconnecting the call and discontentedly crossing my arms.
Let the Command Staff deal with the universal soldier who, if ordered, will exterminate all of humanity. Orders are paramount, formalities aside, as are idle conversations. Only results matter to him.
And I need someone more interesting, who needs my help, like fields in a time of drought. Therefore, I switched the connection to Ada Wong. If this femme fatale doesn't please me, I won't find happiness in this world. Ah, I feel like the hero of a sappy drama, one of those under glass, not for the faint of heart…
— Connection unavailable? — I muttered in surprise, having failed to reach Ada Wong. Fine, let's try switching to an unsecured channel and contacting Jen, my favorite hacker. She is probably hacking data from the cult leader's servers right now. — How's the progress?
As soon as I connected with her, I started the conversation with something simpler — a report.
— I finished this morning… but, Wesker, — she whispered ominously, and I felt that her tone boded nothing good. — I checked all the girls you asked for. So, you have a son, he's…
— Some interference, — I quickly interrupted her, disconnecting the call and adjusting my sunglasses. Because, as they say: I didn't father him, he was just dropped off. Hmm, wise thoughts come to my mind, but it's a shame that I usually anticipate them. But seriously, the situation is not pleasant.
Upon my return, I should transfer compensation from an anonymous source or fabricate a lottery win to ensure a decent life for my offspring. I don't want him to experience the worst and rebel against his father; otherwise, the plot will be too cliché. A son raising a sword against his father… Horror. How could the world sink to such an abyss where such a concept is even viable?
— Still not answering? And moving too intermittently, — I said thoughtfully, scanning all the sensors, including the tracking bugs.
Ada Wong is not answering and is moving slowly. Perhaps she has encountered some problems, for example, the spy has been infected with the Las Plagas parasite. When the parasite enters the human body, there is an adaptation period, which is why her metrics are currently unstable. Her movements seem, hmm, as if she is either sneaking or about to faint. I'm ready to bet Alexia's virginity… fine, I'm ready to bet Claire's virginity…
Hmm…
Frowning, I tried to remember who I could bet on. I concluded that I don't have such assets available for betting. Jen is more of a friend, and Sherry still has to grow and grow… Or does she? The girl has already reached the age of consent, moreover, almost legal adulthood by American standards. I have something to bet!
Standing up solemnly, I quickly headed towards the shore, running part of the way on the water. After the meat processing plant, I had more than enough resources for any events and contests. For example, I can run at the speed of sound and win any race without a car.
Continuing to run, I tried to track my sweet spy's metrics. She gave me an excellent excuse to slip away from the stuffy ship right into the fresh air.
A feeling of freedom and nostalgia completely enveloped me; even my sunglasses couldn't withstand it and cracked while running. I had to take them off, run to the red dot, and put on new ones. And speaking of the red dot…
Ada Wong wasn't hiding; she was staggering, breathing heavily, and often missing her opponents. A good scene, but I forgot to bring something to snack on, just a trifle. Such a spectacle can be watched without appetizers.
The fight of the century: in the left corner of the ring — a charming Asian woman, in the right — frightening peasants, as if they had emerged from a plague. Who will win? I'm ready to bet Sherry's virginity on the invincible spy! And here's a surprise — after several shots, Ada Wong lost consciousness and fell. I will collect the payment for the bet with Sherry later; first, I need to deal with a more pressing problem.
The only question is which hand to use. Or why choose when I can use both, in a kung-fu style, deal with the crowd of enemies and rise as the incomparable Wesker?! That's what I wanted to do, until I heard gunshots.
A bad feeling crept up unnoticed, and it was justified.
The Black Watch support squad commanded by Lady HUNK was located nearby, and that cursed girl rushed past me, threw a flashbang grenade, and shot all my enemies. She stole my kills!
— All clear, — she nodded in passing, reloading her submachine gun and rushing forward. Wait… Give back my enemies! As a dwarf would say: "She has no honor, no conscience, no…" What was instead of breasts? Oh, well, it doesn't matter. The dead enemies cannot be resurrected, unless the G-Virus is used, but that's purely for an experiment.
Hmm, do I seem to have forgotten something? Lowering my gaze, I surprisingly found Ada Wong under my feet. A damsel in distress! Not the one I was looking for, but she'll do too. Just pick her up and take her to a safe place, for example, the dangerous village chief's house. A perfectly contradictory plan; maybe I'll meet someone there that the Black Watch hasn't destroyed yet. At least someone!
Oh, a plan… I don't have a plan, but I have something better, a drawing of a plan!