The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 490, 896, and 897: Wesker's New Plan: The Great Purification

【F Continent】.

Inside the underground base, Icosella Johnny stared at the red 'signal interrupted' warning on the large screen, her slender fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

Since the satellite network signal was cut off, they have been almost completely cut off from the outside world, except for being able to see images of the area around the bunker.

“Wesker…”

Icosella Johnny's voice was a little hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor, as she asked softly, "How long... how long are we going to keep hiding in this damned place?!"

She whirled around, looking worriedly at the man sitting in the shadows behind the desk. Her voice unconsciously rose considerably from its usual volume. "So many BSAA agents have died before, they won't let this go... They'll definitely intensify their efforts, sending more troops... real troops to wipe us out?!"

She swallowed hard, her pupils contracting sharply as a terrifying image flashed through her mind, and she exclaimed in alarm:

"Maybe... they'll use bunker buster bombs to drill right through the rocks above us... or... or they might just use H-bombs to wipe everything out of here!!"

As Icosela Johnny spoke, she grew increasingly frightened, and her voluptuous body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

She instinctively hugged herself, rubbing the suddenly bristling hairs on her bare arms with her fingers. Because of the excessive force, her knuckles turned slightly white.

But she was completely oblivious, continuing to exert force until her fingers almost dug into her flesh, as if only in this way could she dispel the chill spreading in her heart.

The emotional ups and downs of the past few days have almost exhausted her—from initial ecstasy to current fear, it's like riding a runaway roller coaster with wild swings.

When Albert Wesker successfully released the bio-virus, turning the entire F continent into a 'zombie continent' ruled by death, she felt a sense of relief and exhaustion, despite some worry and fear.

Because in this way, at least she wouldn't have to spend the rest of her life in a cold and violent prison.

What's even more enticing is that the grand vision that Albert Wesker had painted for her now seems less unattainable.

It seems that if we wait for the other side to further improve the [Ouroboros Virus], perhaps one day in the future, the 'perfect new world' that they created with their own hands will truly be realized.

So during those days, she could even faintly taste the sweet and pungent scent of power in her nightmares!

However, this beautiful dream, like a fleeting bubble, shattered after only a few days.

The sudden emergence of the "universal vaccine" was like a bucket of ice water poured over her head.

No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say it's like a death knell from hell.

When she learned from a secret informant within the BSAA that the Subspace Group had used the same method Albert Wesker had employed to spread the virus, leveraging monsoons and specific air currents, to restore nearly 99% of the infected on the entire F continent to human form in just a few hours, completely reversing their plans.

Icosella Johnny felt her blood freeze instantly, her legs went weak, and she almost fainted on the spot.

It's actually the [Subspace Group]?!

If the Subspace Group were to make a move next, she and Wesker would probably have no chance of survival whatsoever.

After all, the Subspace Group is a formidable force capable of handling even Titans and alien invaders.

Fortunately, an informant from the BSAA organization secretly told her that the Subspace Group had only agreed to the Security Council's deployment of the 'universal vaccine' and would not participate in the subsequent crackdown.

The appearance of BSAA troops outside the bunker confirmed this, which slightly eased Icosella Johnny's tense nerves, but only slightly.

Even after witnessing firsthand the terrifying power displayed by the monsters deeply infected and mutated by the Ouroboros virus in their battle against agents of the BSAA organization, her worries did not diminish.

Instead, as time went on, the fear and anxiety in my heart grew bigger and bigger like a snowball.

What she truly couldn't understand was the attitude of her old flame, Albert Wesker.

With the underground base exposed and completely at the mercy of the BSAA, he remained as stubborn as a rock, ignoring her repeated pleas to leave and insisting on staying in the base.

Today, with the complete loss of satellite signal, Icosella Johnny's fear finally reached its breaking point, and she mustered the courage to ask the question.

"If they really want to blow it up..."

Albert Wesker's deep voice followed, calm yet carrying an almost arrogant indifference.

He sat in a large black leather chair, leaning back slightly. His ever-present black sunglasses concealed his scarlet eyes, and only a faint smile played at the corners of his lips. "Then let them blow it up."

"Why do you think I chose this one out of all the secret bases scattered across [F Continent]?!"

He leaned forward, his hands crossed on the table, his gaze behind his black sunglasses falling on Icosella Johnny's panicked face across from him.

He paused, deliberately slowing his speech, as if afraid the woman opposite him wouldn't understand the meaning behind his words, and then added, "Johnny, think about it carefully. If a bunker buster, or what you're afraid of, the H-bomb, could really penetrate the base's protective layers..."

"Do you think they'll just sit here with a bunch of fighter jets and wait patiently after their first attack failed?!"

"Therefore, compared to other places, the base we are in right now is the safest place."

“Oh, I see…” Icosette Johnny nodded as if she understood, her rapid breathing calmed down a little, some color returned to her pale face, and even her tense shoulders relaxed.

"only……"

Albert Wesker abruptly changed the subject, slowly standing up, his tall figure casting a long, imposing shadow under the overhead incandescent light.

He walked to the huge panoramic monitoring wall, which was now filled with only static and noise, and for the first time, his voice revealed a hint of solemnity.

"I definitely underestimated the [Subspace Group]!!"

When he uttered the name, Wesker's arrogant and disdainful attitude seemed to be briefly suppressed, and a hint of fear appeared in his scarlet eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.

"I never expected that they would develop a 'universal vaccine' in such a short time... The timing was too perfect, completely disrupting my original plans."

"plan?"

Iscolla Joni's heart, which had just settled back into her chest, leaped up again. She looked at Albert Wesker's tall, gloomy back with a puzzled expression. "What plan? Wasn't the Ouroboros Project already completed ahead of schedule?"

Clearly, she was referring to the large-scale release of the virus previously.

"Hmph." Albert Wesker let out a short, cold chuckle, making no attempt to hide the contempt on his face, as if deliberately mocking the other's stupidity and shortsightedness.

He slowly turned around, his gaze behind his sunglasses fixed on Ixela Johnny's face, and said calmly:
"Do you think I'm staying here just to watch those BSAA scum perform outside the door?"

His deep voice carried a chilling excitement, "Wrong, terribly wrong... The reason I chose to stay here, to attract the attention of the BSAA and other forces, was actually to cover up a larger-scale 'purification'!!"

"A larger-scale...purification?!"

Icosette Johnny was taken aback at first, then a terrible thought flashed through her mind like lightning, making her feel a chill all over her body, and even her round face, which had just regained some color, turned deathly pale again.

Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her voice shook slightly. "This...this plan, could it be related to Chris who left before?!"

"Yes."

Albert Wesker's lips finally twitched upwards in satisfaction, forming a slightly cruel arc.

He quietly admired the undisguised fear on Icosella Johnny's face, which gave him a sense of control.

“Chris Redfield, my most loyal ‘hound’… Before he left, I gave him a more stable and adaptable strain of the Ouroboros virus, which I personally improved.”

"His mission is to go to one of our top-secret overseas bases in Europe and use the state-of-the-art equipment there to mass-produce and replicate the Ouroboros virus."

"Then, while the world's attention is firmly drawn to us, and all the armies and resources are used to deal with me...the 'greatest' threat in their eyes..."

Albert Wesker suddenly opened his arms as if to embrace a new world that was about to arrive, his voice filled with seductive and fanatical energy.

"Chris will strike the entire Old World from their most unexpected rear... letting the plague bloom in the heart of Europe!!"

"By then, whether it's the BSAA, the Security Council, or any other country in the world... they'll all be overwhelmed by the raging fire in their own backyards, too busy to continue their encirclement and suppression of us!"

“Then…and now?” Icosette Johnny felt a tightness in his throat, swallowed hard, and asked instinctively.

Although Albert Wesker's vision was grand, the reality was... the emergence of a 'universal vaccine' shattered their dreams.

"The plan remains unchanged..."

Albert Wesker's fervent voice gradually lowered, tinged with obvious irritation. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, somewhat annoyed. "However, the current situation is far more 'mild' than I expected."

"After the vast majority of civilian infected people were restored to human form, the attention focused on us weakened considerably... and the offensive efforts of the [BSAA] organization were far from sufficient, failing to create the global panic and resource diversion I had anticipated."

"Chris's actions will likely be greatly affected. He will need to proceed with production more covertly and slowly... It is estimated that even the release of the virus will be greatly delayed."

Albert Wesker sighed helplessly, a sigh filled with anger at the Subspace Group's meddling and a deep sense of powerlessness.

If it weren't for that damned [Subspace Group] suddenly interfering, his plan would have been flawless.

But things can change in an unpredictable way.

Now, he could only gamble like a gambler, placing all his chips and his and Ixela Johnny's increasingly slim chances of survival on Chris.

I hope the other party can complete the task successfully.

If Chris succeeds, the pressure he's under will instantly vanish.

More importantly, the improved version of the Ouroboros virus will sweep across Europe like wildfire, selecting thousands of powerful 'new human' adaptors for him.

At that time, he will only need to raise his arm and call upon tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, or millions of 'new humans' to flock to his banner like a tidal wave, following in his footsteps to rewrite the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing overall structure, overall situation, and overall character) and reshape the destiny of this planet!
Albert Wesker seemed to sense the approaching 'success', his hands clenching unconsciously as he roared in his heart: Chris, you absolutely can't let me down!!
Ok?
As Albert Wesker was letting his thoughts wander and imagining a bright future, he suddenly felt a strange sensation coming from somewhere on his body.

Looking down, he saw that Icosella Johnny had somehow slipped through the gap under the desk and was now kneeling in front of him, her small, fair hands skillfully performing some kind of craft.

Her slightly pale face lifted slightly, and she looked at Albert Wesker with seductive eyes, saying in a sweet, coquettish voice:

"Honey, you just said you've improved the [Ouroboros Virus] again, right?"

"When will you be able to create a special version that suits me? I really want to become a 'new human'... glug glug!!"

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【Inland F continent】.

The sun is shining brightly and the sky is clear.

The scorching sunlight shone down from the sky, as if it wanted to melt away all the vegetation on this vast land.

At this moment, a dilapidated military Hummer, riddled with bullet holes and clearly battle-hardened, sped wildly forward on the rugged, dusty, and scorching dirt road.

The engine occasionally emitted a bellows-like roar, and with each violent bump, the body frame would emit a teeth-grinding metallic scraping sound, as if indicating that this military Hummer was nearing its end.

However, Chris Redfield, in the driver's seat, ignored it.

His massive, mountain-like figure almost filled the entire space.

Now, having been infected by both the Ouroboros virus and the P30 control agent, he is no longer the sharp-featured BSAA ace agent that Leon and the others remember.

His muscles were so bulging they were almost deformed, stretching his specially made bulletproof combat vest to the point of bursting. Beneath his slightly bluish-gray skin, black veins writhed like a spider web, giving him a powerful and oppressive presence, like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Even the most powerful tyrant pales in comparison to him.

His face, with its sharp, chiseled features, was devoid of any expression. Only his deep-set eyes gleamed with a beast-like, cold, inhuman crimson light, similar to that of Albert Wesker.

suddenly!

From a sparse grove of trees to the right of the road came a sharp, piercing sound of wind being cut, followed by an RPG with a long trail of flames galloping toward the oncoming military Humvee.

(End of this chapter)