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Chapters 465, 846, and 847: The Zombie Horde Attacks Wakanda

"Oh? You've finally picked up the pace of your work?"

Samuel Stern put down his experiment, picked up one of the freshly generated body test results, and muttered to himself:
"Jill Valentine had a large number of antibodies against the [T-virus] in his body, along with a small amount of an enhancement chemical that was 35% similar to the [Progenitor Virus], and a parasite disguised as brainstem tissue (preliminary assessment indicates that this parasite possessed the ability to self-destruct, releasing a large amount of unknown virus capable of causing severe mutations upon detonation; this parasite has now been eliminated)..."

"Furthermore, tests revealed abnormalities in Jill Valentine's cell division, which could potentially lead to a series of chain reactions, including a halt in changes to her appearance..."

"His mental state has also suffered extremely serious aftereffects from prolonged and intensive brainwashing, and it will take a long time for him to recover..."

"Wait, what kind of trash is this?"

Samuel Stern showed a look of disgust and had no patience to continue reading, so he picked up another set of physical examination data on the table.

However, after examining everything from top to bottom, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he said with a slightly puzzled expression:
"It's really strange. This human named Leon's brain reflexes and physical strength are only slightly stronger than the average person, and he is quite mediocre in other aspects. He doesn't even reach the minimum level of a [Thunder Warrior]. So why does the Boss value him so much?"

Although Lyon's physical attributes were far superior to those of the average person, in Samuel Stern's eyes, he was still no different from trash.

After all, he personally developed the Thunder Warrior.

The more this was the case, the more confused Samuel Stern became, because this guy, who was not even 'trash' in his eyes, had successfully caught the eye of his boss?
This is obviously unreasonable.

"No, no, the boss's judgment is never wrong."

Samuel Stern patted his large head and said with absolute certainty, "There must be some special quality about him that I haven't discovered yet... Yes, that must be it!"

After saying that, Samuel Stern sprang up from his seat like a spring, then ran into the blood testing laboratory to personally conduct a new round of more detailed and comprehensive testing on Lyon's blood sample.

However, if Carl were here, he would definitely tell him that some things cannot be judged by appearances alone.

The man named Leon may seem quite ordinary, but he possesses a hidden buff that even science cannot explain... For example: vehicle killer!!

…………

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Somewhere in Africa.

Inside the secret laboratory of [Trassell Pharmaceuticals], Albert Wesker sat on a sofa, legs crossed, pointing to the image displayed on the large screen opposite him, and said in a questioning tone:

"Are you sure that mysterious guy wearing the Black Panther combat suit that can withstand close-range AK47 fire is from this primitive tribe that's so backward they barely have any pants left?"

Following the direction Albert Wesker pointed, on the big screen, a small-scale primitive tribe was built on a vast plain backed by forests and mountains.

In this primitive tribe, one can vaguely see many adult members of the Mo people wearing simple clothes made of colorful strips of cloth and animal skins that barely cover their vital parts. They move back and forth between the domed thatched huts built of straw and mud.

Some of them carried extremely primitive agricultural tools made of wood or stone, walking all the way to the farmland on the edge of the tribe to carry out their daily work.

Even ordinary people who are completely unfamiliar with this place can, in a very short time, analyze the number of thatched huts to determine that the total population of this primitive tribe is at most no more than a thousand people.

Albert Wesker believed that anyone who wasn't a fool would never believe that such a poor and backward primitive tribe, which couldn't even afford decent clothes, could develop such advanced bulletproof combat suits!
But to his surprise, the answer was far beyond his expectations.

"Yes."

Iscoira Johnny crossed her legs, leaning her voluptuous upper body slightly closer to Albert Wesker, and said with absolute certainty while swirling the wine in her glass:

"Although I was also quite puzzled by this image, you can rest assured about the credibility of the information, because it comes directly from the White House..."

At this point, a hint of pride appeared on her fair and full face, as if she were showing off or deliberately proving her worth. She brought her sexy red lips close to Albert Wesker's ear and whispered:

"This is top-secret intelligence that I obtained from Secretary of State Ross through a friend at great expense!"

"Let me think, this tribe seems to be called... Wakanda?"

Upon hearing this, Albert Wesker frowned.

Although he was still full of doubts, he believed that a Secretary of State would never lie about such a thing.

Especially after receiving huge benefits.

So after a slight hesitation, he picked up the phone and instructed his subordinate on the other end, "We can begin, but don't show yourself yet."

"Yes, Master."

A deep, emotionless voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

……

Meanwhile, in a forest less than two kilometers away from the Wakanda tribe.

In the shadows cast by the dense trees, thousands of zombies stood quietly, like killing robots awaiting orders, waiting for their 'king' to issue a new command.

In the very center of the zombie horde stood a cold, muscular man with a buzz cut, a resolute face, and a stature of nearly two meters.

After hanging up the phone, a crimson light flashed in the muscular man's pale gold vertical pupils. He then raised his right arm and waved it sharply in the direction of Wakanda.

"Roar……"

"Ugh..."

The horde of corpses, which had been standing quietly under the tree, suddenly began to roar like soldiers who had received orders. They then swarmed towards the distant primitive tribe like a swarm of locusts.

Rumbling--

Thousands upon thousands of zombies ran forward together, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

If Leon or Rebecca were here, they would immediately recognize that the muscular man who just commanded the horde of zombies was none other than Chris Redfield, whom they had been searching for for two whole years.

However, unlike when he first disappeared, Chris Redfield has undergone a complete transformation, except for his appearance, which hasn't changed much. His physique and the powerful aura he exudes have both changed dramatically. "Enemy attack..."

"What the hell? It's...it's zombies, at least tens of thousands of them! Quickly, notify Chief Wakkabi!!"

The sentries guarding the perimeter of the primitive village spotted the arrival of the zombie horde almost immediately and sounded the alarm. However, even these battle-hardened warriors felt a chill in the face of such a massive zombie horde.

Soon, a tall Muman, draped in a gray cloth embroidered with mysterious symbols from the neck down and with yellow dotted tattoos on his face, arrived at the outskirts of the village, accompanied by several fully armed warriors.

This man is none other than Wakabi, the leader of the border tribes on the outskirts of Wakanda, and also Prince T'Challa's good brother.

"Damn it, the clothes these zombies are wearing almost all come from several surrounding tribes..."

Wakabi's lips trembled slightly, but not from fear, but from anger. Clearly, the zombies charging at them were all composed of innocent tribespeople.

"Chief, what should we do? Should we fight?"

As the horde of zombies drew ever closer, the guards grew tense, for they spotted a large number of towering figures within the horde.

These giant zombies look like they're not to be trifled with.

Wakabi shook his head and, as he turned, ordered, "Everyone, immediately evacuate to the inside of the defensive shield according to the plan, and report this message to King T'Chaka!"

"Yes."

With the order given, nearly a thousand people from the entire Border Tribe began to evacuate in an orderly manner into the mountains behind them.

Surprisingly, even though these people hadn't reached the mountain, their figures seemed to merge into an invisible wall of air, creating visible ripples, before suddenly vanishing without a trace in the next second.

"Roar……"

By the time the horde of zombies reached the primitive tribe, it was already deserted.

bang bang bang-

The horde of zombies did not pause for a moment, continuing its mad rush toward the direction where the people of the [Border Tribe] had disappeared, but was immediately stopped in its advance by an invisible barrier.

Under a series of fierce attacks, the invisible barrier that had been holding back the horde of zombies finally revealed its true form—a pale blue energy barrier, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloping an incredibly prosperous modern city.

The mountains and forests shown earlier were simply optical reflections simulated on the energy barrier.

Satellites used to mislead countries around the world, as well as those with ulterior motives who attempt to investigate Wakanda.

Currently, facing the fierce onslaught of the zombie horde, the optical reflection background in this area has become ineffective... or rather, it has been actively shut down.

dong dong dong-

Within the horde of zombies, those special mutants, far larger than the Tyrant, swung their massive, bony arms and furiously pounded at the blue barrier in front of them.

However, no matter how they attacked, the energy barrier in front of them remained as solid as a rock!
Before long, inside the blue energy barrier, Prince T'Challa, dressed in his Black Panther combat suit, arrived at the front of the energy barrier with a grim expression, leading a fully armed squad of elite Wakanda warriors.

Looking at the horde of zombies blocked by the energy barrier a few meters away, Prince T'Challa turned his head slightly and said to Okoye, who was standing a step behind him:
"If these monsters remain gathered here for too long, the true state of Wakanda may be exposed."

"Isn't that exactly what you wanted?" Okoye quipped.

Prince T'Challa glared at the other man, somewhat speechless. "It's not the right time yet, otherwise my father would be furious."

"Then what do we do next?"

Prince T'Challa looked again at the horde of zombies outside the pale blue energy barrier and said decisively, "Of course, we open the defensive shield in this area, and then... kill them all!!"

He then gave the order through the communicator: "On my command, deactivate the energy defense shield of Sector 11 in the southeast direction... Hmm, opening it to about 2 meters should be enough."

A surprised voice came through the communicator, "Requesting confirmation of the order, Your Highness. Did you just say you wanted to proactively disarm the outer defenses of Sector 11?"

"Do as I say!"

Prince T'Challa said in a cold voice, "Also, have the entire medical team on standby. These zombies are all carrying a highly contagious virus."

"Yabimbe (pronounced like 'whiter than me' in Chinese, meaning: Get ready for battle!!!)"

After saying that, Prince T'Challa put on his Black Panther helmet and charged ahead of the horde of zombies.

The black panther combat suit he was wearing could even withstand close-range frontal fire from an AK47, let alone those fragile zombies.

So even though the number of zombies was enormous, Prince T'Challa didn't take them seriously at all.

"Long live Wakanda!!!"

Okoye, wielding a vibranium spear, roared and charged forward, closely following Prince T'Challa. Other Wakanda warriors, armed with scimitars and other melee weapons, along with cloaks and shields, also joined the charge.

hum-

The pale blue energy barrier that had been blocking the zombie horde slowly cracked open from the center to both sides, creating a gap about two meters wide. Once the zombie horde found a way in, it surged through the gap.

However, Prince T'Challa was much faster than them.

shhhhh--

With a swing of its sharp claws, it tore apart the brains of several zombies, and foul-smelling black blood gushed out from the wounds.

Prince T'Challa's figure did not stop for a moment, and like a sharp arrow, he went against the tide of the zombie horde.

The scene had a heroic air of 'one man guarding the pass against ten thousand,' and in the end, he single-handedly opened up a safe and smooth exit channel for Okoye and the others in the rear.

(End of this chapter)