FBI: Chapter 153/154

Chapter 153: Monsters

Chris and the others were all trapped in the same illusion, entangled with that terrifying monstrous infant in different places.

But the next moment, they all woke up from the illusion at the same time.

Besides Dante, who looked as normal as ever, there was also Harley, scrolling on her phone screen.

"I guarantee you'd never guess what your expressions looked like while you were in the illusion."

"As top Agents and operatives from various organizations, it's really hard to describe… Speaking of which, Coulson, your face was the most twisted. Looks like you're really scared of this kind of thing."

"Ahem, ahem, I just haven't watched a horror movie in a long time." Coulson's face was awkward. "Actually, I'm very brave, yes, very brave."

"Your statement…" Dante patted Coulson's shoulder. "It's as unconvincing as an impotent man insisting he's fine."

After teasing Coulson, Dante glanced at Donna, who was huddled in the corner.

This woman was already a severe social phobic, and now she only dared to speak through the doll that had shared its "Blessing."

"Do you want to live, Donna-chan?"

Dante's voice wasn't loud, but in Donna's ears it was like the low roar of a death-seeker.

"Y-yes, I want to live, of course." Donna said tremblingly.

When her illusion couldn't affect people, she was useless. Even a skinny ordinary person could snatch the doll Angie from her hands.

"Very good. Ojisan likes women who know what's good for them the most."

Dante came to Donna with great appreciation, squatted down, and looked directly into her eyes, the ones not covered by her naturally ugly scars.

The dead silence and despair in them were finally replaced by a desire to survive.

"Now I have a question for you. You need to think carefully about the answer, because it concerns your life and the life of the doll in your hand."

Dante pointed at the doll in Donna's hand, a bright smile on his face.

He knew that this type of introverted personality needed an object to rely on emotionally.

Threatening the doll was more effective than threatening her directly.

"…Mother Miranda and Spencer didn't tell the Four Lords many things, but I'll try my best to tell you everything I know."

"Very good." Just as Dante expected, she chose to compromise. "Actually, it's not a difficult question. You just need to tell me, has anything strange happened recently within your organization?"

"Strange things…"

Donna began to painstakingly search her not-so-many memories. After all, most of the time she just wanted to stay indoors.

"Oh, right, one day after arriving in Raccoon City… about a week ago, Mother Miranda gathered everyone, and we jointly witnessed the Mold Master changing from its original black color to purple."

"From that day on, the Mold Beasts that had completely transformed after infection became much stronger than before."

"Also, those humans who hadn't been fully infected began to mutate, normal during the day, crazy at night, then forgetting by tomorrow… This cycle repeated until they completely lost their minds and became Mold Beasts."

Dante nodded.

Most of the known information matched what she said. It seemed the source of all this was the Mold Master's mutation.

Turning purple?

There wasn't a similar mutation in the original game, was there?

But the Mold Beasts he killed did have traces of purple light in them.

If it were Dante when he had just transmigrated, he would have racked his brain and still not believed that the Resident Evil incident had anything to do with the Violet Light of the Emotional Spectrum.

But now, he was no longer a novice. He could be said to have some understanding of the quirks of this Universe.

That was, don't doubt your intuition. As long as you find evidence, then proceed in that direction, and you'll be right.

The old man who created this Universe had no brains.

"Very good, stay here quietly, don't move around, wait for me to go buy some sweets," Dante said while taking out a pair of handcuffs made of uru alloy.

On them, the Federal Bureau of Investigation's first mage, Loki (self-proclaimed), had passionately carved three types of Runic runes that confined energy, the human body, and the soul.

Even Dante would need some time to break free if he wore these handcuffs.

Not to mention Donna, this bankrupt half-baked Poison Ivy.

The reason Dante cuffed her instead of killing her wasn't kindness.

It was because she truly had no blood on her hands.

That was all.

She was just autistic, not like that foolish fish Moreau, who had personally killed many people.

As for whether she would be sentenced by the Federal Bureau of Investigation, that wasn't Dante's business.

That was Internal Affairs Department work, so Agent Hill should be the one to handle it.

Thinking of this, Dante waved to the others, and just as he was about to continue, both Lantern Beasts, the Green Lantern and the Red Lantern, popped out.

Butcher and Butcher's twin perched on his shoulders.

As for Jörmungandr, she was probably clinging to her mother right now, wasn't she?

"Dante, you should know what I want to say."

"Me too."

"Alright, since we all know the answer, why play coy… It's the Purple Lantern!" Dante shrugged indifferently. "Judging from the intensity of this energy fluctuation, it's probably a Lantern Beast awakening, and not in the newborn state you two were in back then."

Dante negotiated with the two Lantern Beasts as if no one else was there, while everyone except Harley Quinn and Ada Wong stared unblinkingly at the two energy beings that had suddenly appeared on his shoulders.

"Ah, what—what is this? Some kind of special effect?"

The one who found it hardest to accept was Ethan.

After all, even among the Resident Evil protagonists, he was the least experienced.

"Dante, is this what you once mentioned as 'Lantern Beasts'?" Coulson was relatively calmer, but his eyes stayed glued to the two Lantern Beasts. "Energy beings… it's truly amazing."

"Alright, we're in Raccoon City right now, a place where a Resident Evil incident is happening, not a zoo."

Dante quickly cut off their curiosity and questions, leading the team toward the subway that led to the underground facility.

No matter how curious the rest of the team was, they didn't ask more and just followed along.

The Resident Evil protagonists, on the other hand, exchanged glances.

After a long while, Chris lit a cigarette.

He took a deep drag, then exhaled.

"I originally thought traveling far and wide to resolve Resident Evil incidents was already an outrageous life."

"I didn't expect there to be even greater monsters out there."

(To be continued.)

Chapter 154: Being Confused Does Not Hurt Your Brain

Ingrid Hunnigan, as the only true internal Agent in the Star Team, usually cooperated the most with Skye.

Today, Skye was on other missions, so this Raccoon City mission would be solely led by her for support.

After receiving the energy fluctuations emanating from Raccoon City, she arranged for other Agents to begin calculating detailed data, and then immediately rushed to Fury's office.

"Director Fury, a massive amount of energy fluctuations have been detected in Raccoon City, but the energy type is unknown."

"Energy type unknown?"

Fury frowned, subconsciously looking at Amanda Waller beside him, but found that her expression was also one of astonishment.

"That's right, but based on my speculation, it should be similar to Agent Dante's Lantern Ring energy, possibly another color of Emotional Spectrum energy," Ingrid pushed up her glasses and continued, "But this energy also contains a large amount of bio-electrical signals, which greatly affects the accuracy of the determination."

"Continue to monitor. What we can do well now is not to hold back the team executing the mission. Tell all departments to accelerate the deployment of single-item energy barriers to create a perfect mission environment for Agent Dante."

...

"This vehicle is heading to the Hive."

As the announcement played in the car, Dante had already led his people onto the subway heading to the underground facility.

At the same time, many others, like Dante, detected and perceived this massive energy.

For example, Tony Stark, who was performing routine maintenance and upgrades on the Mark series. For example, the bald master who was slacking off on the roof of the New York Sanctum. And for example, Doctor Doom, far away in Latveria, who was using Will Green Light to simulate new magic constructs.

Why didn't the emergence of the first three Lanterns or Lantern Beasts attract such widespread attention?

The reason was that the environments of the Red, Orange, and Green Lanterns were relatively special.

When the Green Lantern power battery was discovered by Dante, the Ion Shark already existed within the Lantern Furnace, and coupled with the stability of the Will Green Light, it was normal that it did not cause a large-scale energy disturbance.

The Red Lantern Corps was even created by Dante's Ion Man mode. According to the situation at the time, it was born in the gap between the real Universe and the Crimson Cosmos. Compared to the energy levels of the major dimensions themselves, the Red Lantern Corps was like throwing a match into a bonfire.

There is even less to say about the Orange Lantern, which was directly forged on a forging star in another dimension.

Those dwarves have forged no shortage of artifacts from ancient times to the present, and they've seen plenty of powerful energy.

After all, their forges are even powered by stellar energy.

And now in Raccoon City, if Dante was not mistaken, the Violet Lantern Beast had awakened.

It was normal for a non-newborn Lantern Beast to awaken and not be restricted by a Lantern Furnace, unable to suppress the energy burst.

He kept feeling the continuous massive energy output, then his eyes looked toward Ada Wong.

Sure enough...

Under the massive energy radiated by the Violet Lantern Beast, the thick, unyielding Love Violet Light around Ada also began to become active from a relatively static state.

Correspondingly, Ada's state also began to change.

"Hey, Dante, do you trust me?"

"Trust you in what aspect? Ability or intelligence?"

Dante sat next to Ada, feeling the slight warmth radiating from the beautiful witch beside him.

"Of course, the fact that I fell in love with you ten years ago."

"...Why did you suddenly bring this up?" Dante was a bit shocked. Although Ada was usually very playful, she would maintain absolute rationality during missions. "Alright, of course, I completely trust you, just as you trust me."

"It seems that way indeed." Ada pouted playfully, feigning teasing. "Trust is mutual. If you hadn't accepted my confession by Lake Inari back then, then you should have been evenly divided into three hundred portions by me, each weighing two hundred and fifty grams. And this morning, before going out on the mission, I would have even fried a piece of your tenderloin for a sandwich."

"I didn't expect you to have the talent of a deadpan comedian, able to call back after more than a hundred chapters."

"I... I'm not joking with you." Ada's face grew redder, and she even straddled Dante's lap, ignoring the dozen or so people in the carriage watching the show. "Eating you bite by bite, isn't that another way to grow old together?"

Dante shivered, involuntarily imagining Ada cooking his gun, bullet, and cannon set. It must be very amusing.

No. What was he thinking about?

Dante suddenly looked up, his face almost touching Ada's.

"Indeed..."

Ada's eyes were filled with Violet Light.

And the negative attribute belonging to love was frantically eroding Ada's brain.

Dante was about to use Will Green Light to help Ada suppress the Violet Light, but he didn't expect someone to use a more direct and less troublesome method.

"Bang!"

A familiar edman alloy bat landed on the back of Ada's head.

Ada fell in response.

"Hey hey hey! At times like this, I'm the most reliable! I've been practicing this bat swing for a long time; it only knocks out, it doesn't hurt the brain!"

Harley casually carried Ada, who had no external injuries but was in a coma, on her back.

Then she gave Dante a subtle glance.

Trying to sneak off?

No way.

"When did you even develop such a boring skill...?" Dante's mouth twitched, but since Harley had already made her move, so be it. "Then you must constantly pay attention to Ada's state. The energy that erupted is related to the Love Violet Light and has already affected Ada."

"Oh, Pudding, I might not be good at other things, but when it comes to controlling hostages, I'm an expert."

The subway to the Hive arrived at the station just as Harley was thumping her chest loudly.

As the car doors opened, in the darkness untouched by the dim lights, pairs of eyes immediately lit up, shimmering with purple ripples but devoid of any emotion.

"Everyone prepare for battle. A large number of Mold Beasts have appeared ahead."

The Federal Bureau of Investigation team and the bio-protagonist group all gripped their weapons. With a wave of Dante's hand, everyone charged forward.

Only Harley, who was shouting "Harley time!" was grabbed by the collar and pulled back by Dante, her long legs dangling.

"That's enough! Charging into a fight with over a hundred pounds of weight? And are you planning to let Ada on your back take the damage for you?"

"...That's a good idea!"

"Am I giving you an idea?"

Dante flicked Harley's forehead with a Green Lantern brain flick, then materialized a radar.

After scanning, the situation in every corner of the Hive was clear at a glance.

Dante looked up, locking onto the Mold Master that was continuously emitting energy.

"Let's go."

"What do you mean? Isn't it better for you to fight your BOSS and for me to protect the black-haired one here?"

"Nonsense, you haven't failed to notice Ada's abnormality. Maybe through this incident, I can take the opportunity to let Ada directly master the Violet Lantern."

"...Damn, I want a cool Lantern Ring too!"

"What can I do? I've tested the Red, Orange, and Green Lantern Furnaces in front of you, and there's really no reaction. Be good, next time for sure."

He removed the radar, then materialized a rocking horse, and Harley sat in it with a gloomy expression.

(To be continued.)