"Oh my God!"
"This is what real special effects look like!"
The director excitedly grabbed his assistant by the arm, pointing toward André, who was floating midair. The assistant, equally moved, stared in awe at André suspended above the set.
Following the script, André slowly descended. The girl in his arms looked up at him and said softly, "André, you're my hero." Her eyes fluttered closed, and a faint smile curved her lips.
"Cut!"
The director waved his hand in satisfaction, a broad grin never leaving his face.
"André, tonight…" The girl in his arms blushed, her arms wrapped around his neck as she gazed at him seductively.
"Tonight? What about it?" André asked, though the surge of hormones in his chest said he already knew.
"Would you come with me somewhere? A place just for you and me…" she whispered in his ear, her voice so melodic that it sent a thrill down his spine.
"Sure, sure, sure. Tonight, I'll drive—you can ride in my new car." André grinned and kissed her again.
"You're terrible. See you later." She pushed him away playfully, winked, and ran off shyly.
André licked his lips and closed his eyes, savoring the moment with a satisfied smile.
The staff nearby simply smiled knowingly.
"Boss."
"What is it?" Wesker answered through his earpiece.
"Firefly plans to take André somewhere tonight. I've already sent the footage to the host."
"Got it. Keep an eye on the situation."
"Yes, sir."
Wesker watched the video sent by his subordinate, his cold eyes fixed on the screen showing an elated, confident André.
Meanwhile, on another set—
"Max, would you like to come with me tonight? Somewhere secret, just for the two of us?" The seductive female co-star approached Electro, who was reciting his lines alone, whispering in his ear.
The actress was confident—she only needed to crook her finger, and men usually obeyed. She remembered how Max's eyes had lit up the first time he'd seen her.
But—
"Ah? Sorry, I don't have time. My priority right now is finishing Electro," Max said apologetically. If this had been their first meeting, he might have been tempted.
But he knew this was part of Nathan Hawke's plan.
If it was a mission from Nathan, he had to take it seriously. He still remembered the day Nathan took him underground—to witness him summon the War Tyrant, Limma. The sight had left him wondering if his movie could ever compare to the summoning magic Nathan commanded.
"Hey!" The actress stared at him, shocked. This wasn't what she'd heard. Wasn't this guy supposed to be easy to charm?
"I'll wear your favorite heels and outfit. Anything you want, hero," she purred, eyes flickering with desire.
"I told you, I'm working right now. If you really want to talk, wait until we wrap."
The killing intent in Max's voice chilled her to the bone—she almost wet herself.
"Tell me—who sent you?" he asked coldly, glancing toward the shadows. From the darkness, a man in a weapon division combat suit dropped down.
"Didn't you screen everyone coming in?" Max snapped. Wasting Nathan's time meant wasting his own.
"Our mistake," the armored man admitted. "We've discovered she's been in contact with… certain individuals. We just haven't found them yet."
"I—I was just following orders! They told me to bring Mr. Electro somewhere. I don't know anything else!" the woman sobbed, collapsing in terror.
"Take her away. Report back once you've found where they're hiding." Max waved dismissively.
"Yes, sir." The armored man knocked her unconscious and dragged her off.
"You people never learn," Electro growled. "Tonight, I'll end you all."
—Night fell.
Under the bright stars, André sped down the highway in his convertible, the girl in his arms. He inhaled her perfume and smiled.
"Liz, if this place you're taking me isn't worth it, I might have to punish you, little fox," André teased, patting her on the rear.
"Hmph, you'll love it," Liz winked playfully.
"I'll hold you to that," he said, slamming the accelerator. The engine roared.
—Inside Umbrella Headquarters.
"How's the A1 combat experiment going?" Wesker asked the warrior woman beside him.
War Tyrant Limma rolled her eyes. "Mediocre."
She glanced at the massive cylindrical tank before them, filled with nutrient fluid—and inside, a hulking experimental Tyrant.
"A1's stability is still poor," she continued, pushing up her glasses. "But its strength and power output are twice that of the stabilized prototype."
"In normal mode, it can operate for one hour. In berserk mode—twenty minutes before cellular collapse. Then it'll explode into a pile of blood and pulp."
Wesker gave a noncommittal grunt.
"Got any work tonight?" she asked casually.
"Mm."
"Fine. Just send me the battle data later," Limma said, turning to leave.
—A cool breeze swept over the overgrown, dry countryside. A few houses stood in the distance.
"This is your 'nice place'?" André asked skeptically.
"Not yet." Liz pointed to one of the houses. "That's my country home. Lots of cosplay costumes inside."
"Oh~" André drawled, smirking. He wondered why she'd taken him so far. With his money, they could've gone straight to a luxury suite. But the thought quickly faded—he grinned. "You just wanted more alone time, huh?"
"Hehe." Liz smiled silently, cupped his face, and kissed him deeply.
A few minutes later, André parked in front of the house.
The moment he stepped out—
Danger.
Goosebumps ran up his spine.
Bang!
A bullet pierced Liz's skull.
André's telekinesis flared, his eyes widening. "That many?!"
"Capture him!" a voice shouted.
Gunfire erupted, bullets flying toward André.
"That's it?" He waved a hand. A wave of telekinetic force froze the bullets midair.
Then—he flicked his wrist. The bullets shot back faster than before.
Ping! Clang! Screams!
Silver light flashed in André's eyes.
"Who's that?" he muttered, spotting a man leaping toward him—his right arm gleaming silver as it swung forward.
André grabbed a nearby corpse with his mind and hurled it.
Clang! The silver-armed man batted it aside, then lunged again, stabbing through another body.
He closed the distance, ready to strike André.
"That all you got?" André sneered, unleashing a telekinetic blast.
Boom!
The man crashed through a nearby house.
"Looks like they want to teach me a lesson," André muttered. "Hydra, huh? Figures."
He frowned, sensing the man in the rubble getting up again.
"This one's different…"
Overhead, a helicopter's blades roared through the night sky.
"We can't go any further—they'll spot us," the pilot said through comms.
"Good. Drop the A1 Tyrant."
"Yes, sir."
The pilot released the massive iron crate, lowering it gently to the ground before opening it.
"A1 Tyrant deployed."
"Copy. Return to base."
Inside Umbrella HQ, Wesker stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the feed silently.
"Boss, orders?" a scientist asked.
"Everyone except André—eliminate them."
The scientists began activating the Tyrant's systems.
"What the hell is that?"
Hydra agents at the perimeter noticed a towering figure emerging from the shadows.
"Is that one of ours?"
"I don't think so…"
As the creature stepped into view, their faces went pale.
The Tyrant was massive—muscles bulging beneath ashen-gray skin that radiated death. Its face was no longer human but twisted, monstrous. Its eyes glowed with feral hatred and cunning malice.
From its head jutted a demonic horn, its clawed hands capable of tearing through steel. Thick biological armor covered its body, shrugging off conventional fire.
Its very presence exuded terror.
"This isn't one of ours!" a Hydra agent shouted, frantically calling his superior.
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