FBI: Chapter 151/152

Chapter 151: Out of Control, Purple Light Bursts

"You... are you human or ghost?"

Chris and Leon's group first witnessed Lady Dimitrescu, who had thrown Jill, their strongest combatant, then saw the nearly three-meter-tall female tyrant bound to the ground by the man in just a few moves.

Then, a portal, only seen in sci-fi and fantasy movies, opened, sending Lady Dimitrescu and three fly-women, who were confined into human form by some power, into the Federal Bureau of Investigation Headquarters laboratory.

"Me? Just an ordinary Federal Bureau of Investigation agent."

Dante shook his short hair, which he couldn't shake at all, and smiled at his teammates, the killer and the Vehicle Killer.

Successfully giving them goosebumps.

The Resident Evil protagonists, unaware of the truth, showed awe toward the mysterious Dante.

Meanwhile, Coulson and the others were already trying to suppress their laughter.

Especially Wade Wilson, who had to think about the saddest things in his life three times to barely keep his mouth from curving upward.

This isn't humble-bragging.

This is showing off.

Dante was also exceptionally pleased to see the Resident Evil protagonists awestruck by his even aura.

However, this was just an interlude. Dante was mostly serious during his missions.

At this moment, although his mind was already filled with the large truck that was Lady Dimitrescu, he still reserved a part for thought.

In the underground waterway, the Molded creatures they encountered all had obvious Love Violet Light within the mold residing in them.

Although still weak, they were definitely much stronger than simple E-Mold Molded creatures.

But the recent Lady Dimitrescu had no trace of Love Violet Light on her, only pure, original E-Mold.

The three fly-women were the same.

This also indicated that this special situation was not always present, but had only recently appeared.

This... is interesting.

Dante twitched his lips.

Of course, this is just a preliminary deduction. Aren't there four great noble families in total? Just eliminate the other three nobles and see if they are all like Lady Dimitrescu.

"Alright, we should continue forward," Dante said, then walked deeper into the police station. "I can feel that there are still a few bugs in the darkness that need to be cleared out."

"Bugs?" Chris and the others quickly followed Dante. "You mean there are still B.O.W.s present?"

"Although they are essentially B.O.W.s, their ability classification is closer to superpowers."

"Look at other B.O.W.s. They are nothing more than evolutions for higher, faster, and stronger."

"But the parasites, Gifts, created with E-Mold as a base give the infected abilities related to what they desire in their hearts or what they are good at."

"This is no longer simple genetic mutation, but rather the highly intelligent Mold Master reading their thoughts and perfecting their flaws."

Dante spoke eloquently, combining the Resident Evil knowledge from Spencer with his understanding of the game's settings, making it easy to fool these protagonists.

Ethan had also already stood up with the help of Coulson and the others.

Dante's peripheral vision glanced at Ethan's wrist, which had a large gash but wasn't bleeding much.

Coulson and the other Federal Bureau of Investigation agents had already noticed the unusual condition of the wound, but seeing Dante subtly shake his head, they all chose not to speak out.

Dante sighed inwardly.

Ethan... what a hard-luck man.

If Resident Evil 0 to 6 were epic adventures of heroes, then 7 and 8 were the desperate chapters of a husband and a father.

He saved his wife, saved his daughter.

But he couldn't save himself.

Ethan Winters, throughout his life, walked the path of giving everything for his family.

Fortunately, in this Universe, Ethan met him, Dante.

He will soon be able to continue being a good husband and a good father.

"Alright, next, it's hunting time!"

...

"Teacher! Look! The Mold Master is starting to show abnormal reactions!"

"What!?"

"Violent fluctuations that have never appeared before!" Spencer immediately looked at the screen displaying energy readings. "My goodness! This energy... how immense! How violent!"

"But the Mold Master has never had such an anomaly..."

Mother Miranda was completely lost in confusion.

They had smuggled themselves into the U.S. and laid low in Raccoon City for over half a month.

During this period, the Mold Master had always been normal.

But since a week ago, on a night when an aurora swept across the surface, the Mold Master turned purple overnight and its form became more and more like a cocoon.

It was from that time that she temporarily lost her link with the Mold Master.

A hundred years of stability, a sudden anomaly, left Mother Miranda with no choice but to take things one step at a time.

The result was that the Mold Master, which had turned into a purple cocoon, could still produce E-Mold, and both its infectivity and mutability were greatly enhanced. Even the fully mutated Molded creatures were stronger than the previous E-Mold.

But she never thought it would possess such immense energy.

This...

It was already beyond her and Spencer's control.

(To be continued.)

Chapter 152: Harley Quinn: Amusement Park

At the police station, Dante led a group of people to hunt down the other three nobles.

The first to suffer was Salvatore Moreau, whose intelligence was clearly below standard.

As the one among the Four Lords who integrated the worst with the Gift, this fish-like freak genuinely caused Dante physiological discomfort when he played the game.

He was a complete amalgamation of stinky fish, nematodes, and pustules.

Dante basically cleared this boss while covered in goosebumps, cursing and feeling his scalp tingle.

So when Dante found Moreau in another section of the underground waterway, the same place where Leon encountered the mutated alligator, he incinerated him with his heat vision without hesitation.

It was like getting revenge for himself.

Of course, some might ask, why were Lady Dimitrescu and the three fly-women only sent for vaccine research, while Moreau was directly burned to ashes, his bones scattered? Did Dante's habit of judging people by their looks resurface?

Dante could confidently thump his chest and guarantee...

He was a face-lover.

Lady Dimitrescu had the height, the looks, and the ample bosom. In this world, beauty is justice, so why not spare her life?

Not everyone likes to watch R18G.

However, with this, Dante, in the eyes of the Resident Evil protagonists, had evolved from Holy cow, he's so strong to Where the hell did this monster come from.

But their hearts became increasingly relaxed.

After all, when you're teammates with a monster, your biggest worry is that the opponent won't be able to hold on and will surrender early.

The second to be dealt with was Karl Heisenberg.

Heisenberg should be the one who best endured the Gift.

Because he didn't suffer any side effects. Instead, it granted all his organs the ability to discharge electricity, connecting to his nerves and subsequently forming a magnetic field around his body, giving him abilities similar to Magneto.

From his performance, he could indeed be called a bankrupt version of Magneto.

But Dante believed that Heisenberg was actually more like a beggar's version of Eustass Kid.

That is, the user of the Magnet-Magnet Fruit in One Piece.

Especially his final ultimate attack form, which looked like a distorted version of Kid.

Purely in terms of combat power, Heisenberg was even above Mother Miranda. If not for being suppressed by the Mold Master's authority, he would have directly rebelled long ago.

And he secretly did not shy away from being a traitor. The village in Romania was almost isolated from the world, yet BSAA was able to obtain such complete intelligence, thanks to this guy.

But...

A traitor has no other path but death.

If you can betray one master, then betraying again is not impossible.

So Dante was very decisive. After crushing every inch of Heisenberg's bones after diamondization, he balled him into a still-breathing blob of flesh and casually threw him into an empty pocket dimension.

Then he severed the connection, letting this pocket dimension fend for itself in the gaps between various dimensions.

As for the last noble, the Doll Maker, Donna Beneviento.

Although Donna was called the Doll Maker, her actual ability was to secrete substances with biological signals, using this substance to control infected mold plants.

She could also control these mold plants to release hallucinogenic pollen, plunging people into deep and terrifying illusions...

Dante was currently... searching for her alone.

Why alone?

Because he had fallen victim.

But... he wasn't flustered at all. He was even playing hide-and-seek with Donna in the illusion.

"Hehehe, Donna, you must hide even more stealthily."

"I'll give you three chances. If I find you three times in a row, then I'll kill you without hesitation."

"Now... let the game begin."

Dante was completely having a blast in the illusion, because he didn't know why this little girl would use an illusion against someone who had simultaneously gained the willpower of Bruce Wayne and Hal Jordan.

"But that's no reason for you to smile like a pedophile stalker."

Accompanying this remark was an adamantium bat.

It was swung directly at the back of his head, emitting the sound of metal clashing.

Slight pain and numbness instantly pulled him out of the illusion.

Then the woman who had just swung the bat at Dante the second before was now hanging on him, leaving compensatory hickeys.

It was Harley Quinn.

In the corner beside her was a woman dressed in black, clutching the doll Angie and sobbing softly.

"Oh, what's wrong? Why are you so scared?"

"Duh, if there was a pervert more villainous than a villain chasing you, wouldn't you be scared?" Harley Quinn shrugged. "But thanks to you scaring her to tears, I was able to find her location in my illusion."

"You weren't affected by the illusion?"

Seeing Dante's curious expression, Harley Quinn revealed a playful smile.

"Oh, Pudding."

"For a lunatic, her illusion is simply like an amusement park."

(To be continued.)