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Chapters 491-899: Li Sanguang VS Ke Ni Si (Part 898)
"RPG?!"

Chris Redfield, who was driving the vehicle, immediately noticed the abnormality. His combat instincts, honed through years of real combat, caused his muscles to tense instantly, and he reacted subconsciously.

However, given the current speed and bulky body of military Humvees, they simply don't have enough time to make effective evasive maneuvers on bumpy dirt roads.

The next second—

Rumble——! ! !
A ball of scorching fire exploded violently from the right rear wheel of the military Humvee.

The massive shockwave, like an invisible hammer, slammed heavily onto the military Humvee.

The heavy vehicle, like a tin can kicked by a giant, emitted a piercing metallic creak as its rear was lifted off the ground by the violent shockwave.

Clang—Clang—

The military Humvee rolled several times on the ground with a loud, teeth-grinding thud before plunging headfirst into a shallow, dry ditch beside the road, while the remaining three wheels continued to spin in the air.

Thick, acrid black smoke, mixed with sparks from a short circuit, quickly rose from the severely deformed hood and fuel tank, suggesting it would soon catch fire and explode.

boom!
With a dull thud, the severely deformed door on the driver's side was kicked out from the inside by an overwhelming force, and then smashed onto the earthen slope a few meters away like a discarded aluminum can.

Chris Redfield's massive, mountain-like frame, like a demon crawling out of hell, emerged expressionlessly from the driver's seat.

Even though the cockpit was twisted and deformed in the recent rollover collision, he was still unharmed, which shows how incredibly strong his skin is now.

He slowly straightened up, shook off his dusty hair, and his scarlet eyes, like searchlights, coldly and warily scanned his surroundings.

Especially from the direction the RPG came from.

Sparse trees, swaying vegetation... as far as the eye could see, all was silent, and no trace of any ambushers was found.

The only sounds were the occasional birdsong in the woods and the soft rustling of leaves rubbing against each other as the hot wind blew through.

Upon seeing this, Chris Redfield's brows furrowed tightly.

Where are the attackers?

That RPG obviously couldn't have appeared out of thin air.
Furthermore, the fact that the other party chose such a perfect ambush location suggests that their intention was definitely not just to blow up a car.
Just as Chris Redfield was pondering, a very faint 'whoosh' sound, almost completely drowned out by the wind, came from the dense canopy of a huge baobab tree to his left and behind.

Chris Redfield's senses, heightened to the extreme by the bio-virus, instantly detected the unusual movement behind him.

Without even turning his head, his beastly instincts drove every muscle in his body, and his massive, mountain-like frame instantly displayed an astonishing explosive power completely disproportionate to his size.

He immediately lunged to the side.

shhh-

A military-grade capture net, woven from high-strength Kevlar fiber, incredibly tough and virtually indestructible even when cut with a knife, slammed down almost grazing the spot where he had just been standing.

The net slammed onto the dry soil, instantly raising a small cloud of dust.

"Huh? What's going on!"

A question flashed through Chris Redfield's mind. He had just checked that direction and had not found any trace of the enemy there.

However, just as he landed and rolled over, trying to get up and search for the enemy again, the attacker had clearly anticipated his possible reaction.

Just as his legs were bent, his body was not yet upright, his center of gravity was unstable, his old strength was exhausted, and his new strength had not yet been generated, a figure that was almost completely integrated into the surrounding environment, and could only be detected by a very slight distortion of light when facing strong light, appeared silently in the blind spot of his broad back like a ghost.

Poof! ! !

A sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shot through the back of Chris Redfield's neck.

A cold needle pierced the skin of his neck, precisely piercing an artery. The powerful injection piston pushed forward instantly, injecting the entire 'universal vaccine' into his veins in less than a second.

"Roar--!!!"

The furious roar exploded like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Chris Redfield didn't even bother to identify who attacked him; driven purely by rage at being offended and ambushed, he swung his arm, thicker than a normal man's thigh, backward at a horrific, unnatural angle.

A giant fist, the size of a rice cooker, slammed down behind him with a piercing shriek as it tore through the air.

boom--! ! !
A dull, heart-stopping sound of flesh colliding rang out.

The attacker was instantly struck head-on by a speeding truck, leaving no time to dodge. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

The extremely expensive advanced optical camouflage combat suit covering him also instantly overloaded and failed during this thunderous attack, revealing its true shape.

Lyon crashed heavily into a thick tree trunk, causing leaves to fall in a rustling sound, and he let out a painful groan as he hit the ground.

Instead of launching an attack immediately, Chris Redfield on the other side roughly pulled out the syringe that had been injected and whose end was still trembling slightly from the back of his neck.

A flash of anger crossed his crimson eyes. He let out a low growl and suddenly tightened his grip with his fingers.

click-

The syringe, made of stainless steel and reinforced glass, was easily crushed in his hands like a fragile plastic toy.

The sharp shards and metal edges couldn't even scratch the rough skin of his hands.

"Hey Chris, long time no see..."

A familiar, slightly trembling, teasing voice came from a dozen meters behind Chris Redfield.

"Looks like you've been doing pretty well lately? Eating well? This figure... tsk tsk, you've gotten so fat I almost didn't recognize you. Could it be that Wesker has been giving you special treatment?!"

Chris Redfield turned his head sharply, his scarlet eyes piercing the source of the sound like a sharp sword.

Leon was leaning against the tree trunk he had just bumped into, using the leverage to slowly straighten up.

His signature roguish smile remained on his face, but a fresh wound on his forehead was oozing blood that slid down his temple, somewhat ruining his feigned composure.

Leon deliberately tore off the malfunctioning optical camouflage combat suit that was draped over his body, which was flickering with messy light spots, revealing a dusty tactical vest underneath.

"Oh dear, I heard this thing is really expensive to make... I guess it'll have to be deducted from my salary when I get back?"

“By the way… I should be paid as a temporary worker, right?” Leon reluctantly tossed the optical camouflage combat suit to the ground, shrugged at Chris Redfield across from him, as if they were just catching up as old friends.

However, what responded to him was a ferocious charge by Chris Redfield, like a rhinoceros charging.

Roar--! ! !
There were no words, no warning.

Chris Redfield's massive, mountain-like body sprang into action in an instant, his heavy military boots creating two shallow craters in the ground.

He was like an ancient tyrannosaurus rex that had been completely enraged, carrying a terrifying aura that could crush everything, and he covered a distance of more than ten meters in just a few steps, rushing towards the direction where Lyon was.

His enormous fist was raised high, the bulging muscles on his arm like coiled steel cables, the air compressed in front of his fist producing a sharp popping sound.

The target is Lyon's head!
The power contained in that punch was enough to dent and deform a bulletproof steel plate. If Lyon were hit by this blow, his professional career would probably end on the spot, and his head would definitely explode like a ripe watermelon.

"Hey! You bastard!"

The smile on Lyon's face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme solemnity and a hint of embarrassment.

He dared not take the hit head-on, nor could he catch it. At the critical moment, his body suddenly fell to the side and backward, performing a clumsy but extremely effective tactical roll.

Movements as fast as lightning.

Almost at the same moment Chris Redfield's fist landed, his body had already left his original position.

boom--! ! !
Chris Redfield's massive fist slammed into the tree trunk that Leon had just been leaning against.

The thick tree trunk, nearly half a meter in diameter, emitted a sickeningly loud cracking sound.

Wood chips mixed with bark scattered like shrapnel.

This punch left a terrifying fist mark several inches deep on the tree trunk, with spiderweb-like cracks around the edges.

The entire tree shook violently, and leaves fell like rain...

Leon rolled to his feet and ran headlong towards the direction he had scouted beforehand, where the trees were denser, while still chattering away, trying to distract the other person with his words.

"Damn it, you're trying to kill me the moment we meet?!"

"Hey Chris, you're not still jealous about the time three years ago when Jill and I spent the night drinking at her house, are you?!"

"God, I swear... I swear to God!!"

His voice trailed off as he ran, but his feet moved with lightning speed, his body darting and changing direction nimbly through the bushes and trees like a cunning rabbit, trying to use any obstacles to block Chris Redfield's straight-line pursuit from behind.

Because even if ten of them ran in a straight line, they combined couldn't match the opponent's speed!
Leon yelled, "Didn't I already explain this to you? That day... that night, Jill and I were really just drinking and chatting about your embarrassing childhood stories and Raccoon City. Then... then she got me drunk."

"When I woke up again, it was already the next morning... I clearly remember that the sunlight was very bright that day!!"

"Chris, I swear, nothing really happened between Jill and me!!"

Roar--! ! !
Chris Redfield behind him let out another deafening roar.

The roar still contained overwhelming anger, but it also seemed to be mixed with a hint of mania caused by having one's innermost thoughts exposed, and a deeper level of violence.
It was as if Leon's explanation had not only failed to quell his anger, but had instead, like pouring cold water into boiling gasoline, causing his anger to explode completely.

Even his pursuit speed seemed to have increased.

A small tree, at least thirty centimeters in diameter, blocked his way, but Chris Redfield didn't dodge or avoid it; instead, he rammed it head-on with his shoulder.

click-

Boom——

The sapling snapped in response, and Chris Redfield's mountain-like frame only paused slightly before continuing his relentless pursuit.

However, Leon, who was fleeing for his life ahead, was filled with bitterness and had no time to appreciate the subtle changes in Chris Redfield's roar behind him.

Sweat had already soaked through his tactical vest, streaming down his forehead and stinging his eyes, making his breathing rapid and heavy.

He originally thought that by referring to the fearsome "Tyrants" he had previously fought against, he had a good understanding of Chris's strength after being modified by the bio-virus.

However, when they actually started playing against each other, he realized with dismay that he was completely wrong.

The Tyrant, known as the strongest biological weapon, is nothing more than a clumsy, slow, and easily defeated inferior toy in front of Chris now.

Chris's strength, speed, explosiveness, and ability to withstand damage have all reached an unbelievable level.

In this way, his previous meticulously designed 'temporary capture plan', which used terrain, traps, and guerrilla tactics to wear down the opponent's stamina and wait for the vaccine to take effect, appeared so pale and powerless in the face of Chris's absolute overwhelming strength.

His only hope now is that the 'miracle vaccine' Rebecca gave him before he left will take effect soon.

If he could weaken this humanoid beast's power to the level of a 'human,' Leon was confident that he could use his seasoned skills and experience to subdue it in the end!
And so, the dense jungle became a brutal arena for the two.

Lyon, like an antelope dancing on a knife's edge, used every rock, every thorn bush, and every tree for cover, performing thrilling dodges and back-and-forth runs.

He sometimes rolled to dodge the huge rocks that Chris threw from behind, rocks that could easily crush a human body;

Sometimes he would use the thick tree trunks as a barrier to create distance the moment Chris crashed into the trees;

At times, they would use the terrain, such as downhill slopes and large pits, to accelerate their gliding and jumping.

However, the overwhelming sense of oppression emanating from Chris Redfield was ever-present.

Several times, Leon could feel the enormous fist, accompanied by a gale, whistling past the back of his head.

He could even clearly hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears like a drum.

Swah——

After a near-miss, a tree trunk, as thick as a battering ram, which Chris Redfield had casually uprooted, grazed Leon's calf and slammed into the spot where he had just landed, embedding itself deeply in the soil.

Under the immense force, even the tip of the tree trunk was trembling violently, and the splashed dirt and gravel hit Lyon's face, causing an instant burning pain.

(End of this chapter)