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Inside the portal, there was a constant clanging and banging!
A series of exaggerated metallic clanging sounds, like those from an old-fashioned cartoon about a factory rushing to finish a project, rang out!
The light dissipated.
A uniquely designed... three-wheeled motorcycle appeared before the crowd.
It's called a motorcycle because it has two parallel rear wheels and a front wheel, as well as handlebars.
However, its overall structure is exceptionally robust, covered with thick metal armor plates, and even has rivets on the armor plates.
The headlights were disproportionately large, and the exhaust pipes looked like they had been taken directly from a tank, with the nozzles pointing upwards.
The most outrageous thing is that the main color of the car body is a cartoon-style matte gray, and a simple line drawing of a grinning cat is painted on the side in white!
[Herrscher of Reason Fragments + Talking Tom Fragments: a high-tech solution that allows three people to ride an armored motorcycle!]
"..."
Nami stared at the oddly styled motorcycle, her lips twitching uncontrollably a few times.
"Captain... what kind of taste do you have..."
"Shut up! As long as it works!"
Zhou Ye interrupted her, pointing at the motorcycle.
"Nami, you drive! This thing shouldn't be too complicated to operate!"
He then looked at Saeko Busujima:
"Saeko, you sit in the back and provide cover! Watch out for the sides and rear!"
Finally, he looked at Jill:
"Jill, you sit in the middle! Find an opportunity to shoot! There's an MG3 heavy machine gun in the car, with 800 rounds of ammunition!"
He quickly assigned tasks, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Stick to it!"
After Zhou Ye finished speaking, he stopped looking at them, turned around and looked up at the T-101 Hanged Man and the bat-shaped dark cloud that were getting closer and closer in the sky.
He was going to deal with the biggest aerial threat.
Nami gritted her teeth. Although she disliked the incredibly ugly motorcycle a hundred times, now was not the time to be picky.
She quickly stepped forward, climbed into the driver's seat, and gripped the handlebars with both hands.
It has a cold, metallic feel to the touch, surprisingly calm and composed.
Without hesitation, Saeko Busujima nimbly turned over and sat in the last seat, her long sword resting on her lap, her sharp eyes scanning her surroundings.
Jill glanced at Zhou Ye's back as he faced the threat from the sky alone, then at the strange motorcycle, before quickly sitting behind Nami.
She looked down to check and sure enough, she found an MG3 heavy machine gun next to the seat. This weapon was definitely a killer against ordinary zombies, but against the armored T-100 tank, it could only produce a series of clanging sounds.
"Let's go!" Zhou Ye shouted in a low voice.
Nami twisted the handlebars hard.
[Buzz—Boom! ...
The exhaust pipe, which resembled a tank cannon barrel, suddenly spewed out a plume of black smoke, and the engine roared deafeningly!
In the monitoring room, cold light cuts through the darkness.
Dozens of screens flickered intermittently, most of them still displaying invalid snow or distorted interference.
On a few screens, chaotic scenes from the arena are playing out.
The bizarrely designed three-wheeled armored motorcycle, trailing thick black smoke, carrying Nami, Saeko Busujima, and Gil, was attempting to rush towards the edge of the arena while being pursued by the [T-100 tank].
Zhou Ye remained alone, looking up at the T-101 Hanged Man rapidly swooping down from the sky and the dark swarm of bats.
Albert Wesker stood in front of the surveillance wall, his sunglasses reflecting the light from the screen.
His gaze was mainly focused on Zhou Ye.
Just now, the spatial gate was used to devour the flying axe, and now the spatial gate is used again to drag out that strange motorcycle.
All of this is beyond Wesker's understanding of known technologies or biological capabilities.
He pushed up his sunglasses, turned to the Lower Moon Five sitting in the chair next to him, and looked tired.
His blood-red pupils were also fixed on Zhou Ye's figure on the screen with great interest.
"Mr. Tired".
Wesker's voice was steady, devoid of emotion.
"That man... Zhou Ye, a physical education teacher at Fujimi Academy High School in Raccoon City."
"He's really not a 'ghost'?"
Wesker had wanted to ask this question before: Zhou Ye's abilities, especially his ability to conjure objects out of thin air and create spatial portals, are, to some extent, similar to some of the "blood demon techniques" described by Lei.
For example, there's Nakime, who can control the Infinite Castle and change space at will.
Tired, he tilted his head back, looked away from the screen, and gazed at Wesker.
His face was expressionless, only displaying an inhuman indifference.
"No."
Tired, he answered very decisively.
"He doesn't have Lord Muzan's blood on him. He doesn't have the aura of a 'demon'."
"The power of the demon originates from that lord. This is the fundamental difference."
He paused, seemingly thinking about how to explain it in a way that Wesker could understand.
"In your human language..."
"He's more like... a superhuman."
"Yeah, like the space-manipulating type in the Americana comics... like in the X-Men."
Lei's tone was very calm, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.
But the words "superpowered" and "space manipulation" made Wesker's heart skip a beat.
Wesker's expression was obscured by his sunglasses, but his fingers paused briefly on the control panel.
Spatial capabilities...
This is an extremely rare type of ability in Umbrella's research archives, and it may even only exist in theoretical deductions.
Unlike biological mutations induced by viruses, and unlike purely physical technology.
This is a more fundamental force, closer to the essence of the world.
A living example of a creature with spatial abilities!
Its research value may far exceed that of the T-virus, or even the G-virus! Even the Blood Demon Art—Wesker certainly doesn't want to become the kind of monster that can't live in the sunlight.
Wesker made a decision instantly.
He tapped rapidly on the console, bringing up an internal communications channel.
"Command changed".
Wesker's voice was transmitted through encrypted lines, cold and absolute.
"Target priority adjustment for all combat units."
"Target Zhou Ye, threat level raised to highest, but combat objective changed to [live capture]."
"Repeat, [Live Capture]."
"Non-lethal weapons may be used for suppression, but it is essential to ensure the target's vital signs remain stable and to avoid any form of viral infection or fatal physical damage."
"He cannot die. Nor can he be transformed."
Wesker cut off communications.
Lei listened from the side, a playful expression on his face.
"Oh? Captured alive?"
"Looks like this 'superhuman' is quite useful to you, Wesker."
“His value far exceeds that of a corpse, Mr. Lei.” Wesker turned around, his sunglasses pointing at Lei.
“Umbrella needs this kind of data. I need it too.”
Chapter 22 Fierce Battle Against Biological Weapons
"data……"
He repeated it over and over, then hummed softly.
"You humans are always fixated on things that are visible but intangible. Even Muzan-sama sometimes enjoys pursuing so-called data because he has been in contact with humans too much."
"I don't know if it's because times have changed, but we old-fashioned folks still think that power is power, direct and pure."
He stretched out his finger, and several blood-red threads wrapped and danced around his fingertip.
"However, capturing them alive is also a good option."
"Now that we've caught him, maybe we can study him and see if we can turn him into a ghost."
"A demon with spatial abilities... that sounds intriguing. Even among demons, only Nakime possesses such an ability; the others have some degree of it, but they're too weak to have true spatial abilities."
Lei's tone was no longer as manic as before; instead, it carried a childlike curiosity, but the content was chilling.
Wesker didn't reply. His eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, were full of calculation.
Turn Zhou Ye into a ghost?
This is not in Wesker's interest.
What he needed was a "sample" that could be studied, dissected, and from which abilities could be extracted, not an unpredictable "space demon" controlled by Muzan Kibutsuji.