Marvel's Death Merchant

After Chris finished speaking, he adjusted his posture again, aiming the crosshairs of his scope at the passenger plane's door in the isolation zone. The searchlight on the helicopter was also moved to that position without hesitation. This tactic worked. Two minutes later, the passenger plane's door slowly opened, but there were no lines of passengers rushing out.

With a wave of his right hand, a gap was opened in the sealed barbed wire fence, and the gangway vehicle, protected by a squad of soldiers, slowly approached it. Once it came to a stop, dozens of gun barrels equipped with laser sights were aimed at the dark cabin door of the passenger plane.

Chris didn't hesitate, his eyes fixed intently on the cabin door. If any zombies ran out, he would be the first to fire. He was only there to assist; the others were resting.

After waiting a few more minutes, the first person emerged from the cabin door. He had his hands raised high, his face filled with panic. As he walked, he clutched his luggage and mumbled rapidly in English. Chris understood it to mean something like "Don't shoot." Then, the second and third people began to disembark. As Chris had instructed, they covered their heads with their hands and crouched down, afraid to move. These were areas that were almost completely infected and in quarantine.

Upon seeing this, the ground troops immediately surrounded the plane, maintaining a certain distance, and one of them went up to negotiate with the captain. Chris looked down from the air and felt a little relieved; it seemed they were just ordinary passengers. However, he still had a question: why did the passenger plane make an emergency landing here without any authorization? And in such a dangerous area as the safety barrier.

Chris counted the number of people through the scope of the helicopter: fifty-six in total. They were dressed in all sorts of outfits—some in suits, others in casual travel clothes. Judging from their bewildered expressions, they probably didn't know how they got there and were being held at gunpoint by a group of armed men. Chris chuckled to himself, thinking, "These days, there are still people traveling like this? Heh… Instead of staying home, they're out here looking for zombies to play with!"

However, one person caught Chris's attention. This person was wearing a dark gray trench coat with a high collar that completely covered his face. He was wearing a light gray top hat and was tightly holding a not-so-large leather suitcase. The only thing visible about him was his eyes, which were constantly scanning his surroundings.

Chapter 502 Discovery

Although he was crouching in the crowd, one hand covering his head, his darting eyes gave the impression of remarkable calm. Unlike the other passengers, he didn't show any panic, appearing as if he were searching for something. Christopher glanced at him a few times, finding him somewhat suspicious, but didn't give it much thought. He was simply there to cooperate with the Umbrella branch to accomplish some valuable tasks.

A moment later, the soldier who had been talking to the captain on the ground rushed to the commander and hurriedly reported, "Commander, report!"

"How's it going? Did you get anything out of them?" the commander asked hastily.

"Reporting to the commander, this man seems to know nothing about this matter, but he revealed to us that the plane suddenly received a signal from the mainland halfway through the flight, telling them to land for inspection and to shut down all communication equipment and not to contact the outside world, otherwise they would be shot down. That's why they landed here!"

"What?" The commander was utterly bewildered. "Sent from the mainland? What kind of international joke is this! Could it be that the ground command deliberately staged this as a live-fire exercise? I need to find out the truth!" With that, he hurriedly ran to the ground command to inquire, only to receive a two-word reply—"No!"

However, he received a seemingly important piece of information related to the incident: the military command and control system had been attacked by hacker code an hour before the passenger plane's emergency landing, successfully stealing some raw signal data! However, this code was quickly discovered by the maintainers and completely removed within a short time. Furthermore, the stolen raw data only contained very ordinary information and was not of any significant confidentiality, so it was treated as a common malicious attack. Although this wasn't Umbrella Corporation, Umbrella still possessed considerable strength.

The commander had no time to worry about hacker attacks; the sheer number of people disembarking from planes in the distance was enough to give him a headache! His mind was solely focused on the scene before him. He was filled with confusion and doubt; if something went wrong, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing his position. Although he was in charge of all affairs here, he dared not act on his own. He could only order all the outsiders to kneel in place with their heads in their hands, forbidding them to move, while simultaneously instructing his subordinates to report to their superiors.

Just then, a loud bang erupted from the nose of the massive passenger plane, followed by a burst of flames that shot into the sky. In the next few seconds, the rear of the fuselage began to explode in rapid succession. The powerful shockwaves instantly knocked many unsuspecting soldiers and passengers to the ground, and the deafening explosions began to spread in all directions!

Chris's helicopter was also suddenly hit by the strong wind, and the entire helicopter began to shake violently. Fortunately, it was not hit by the scattered debris of the passenger plane. After only a few shakes, the pilot stabilized it again and quickly piloted it away from the flames. Weaver was caught off guard and almost fell out of the helicopter.

The driver quickly turned around and asked with concern, "Mr. Chris, are you alright?"

Chris adjusted his riot helmet to steady himself, cursing under his breath, "Damn it! Someone must have planted a timed high-explosive explosive in the plane! I can't believe we called the passengers out but overlooked this!"

Amidst the crackling flames on the ground, the previously controlled crowd erupted into chaos, recklessly charging through the gaps in the barbed wire, ignoring the troops' attempts to stop them. They pushed forward with all their might, displaying an attitude of "I'll kill them all!"

Passengers on the other planes panicked upon seeing the distant explosion, fearing their own planes would also be blown to pieces or mangled beyond recognition. Everyone screamed and ran in all directions, the airport runway a chaotic scene of terrified people. Cries for help filled the air! Meanwhile, troops were deployed to defend against a potential biological or chemical attack.

Chris immediately heard the assistant captain's menacing shout through his earpiece: "Mr. Chris, what's going on over there? Did your die-hard pilot blow up the plane? Don't tell me Hydra has really come!?"

Chris was staring intently at the passengers crammed among the troops on the ground, searching for anyone who looked like a terrorist. Hearing the vice-captain's desperate cry, he immediately replied, "We didn't bomb it! We wouldn't dare to bomb it, not even with a single shell! Someone must have hidden high explosives in the plane beforehand to deliberately cause chaos!"

"No, before I could even..." Chris hadn't finished speaking when he heard a clear... gunshot!

You know, unless facing mutated creatures, you absolutely cannot fire without orders. But this gunshot was clearly from a QBZ95 sniper rifle. Chris didn't have time to answer; he quickly looked down at the crowd through the scope and saw a Russian at the front lying in a pool of blood, a bullet piercing his head. A white substance was slowly oozing from the bullet hole on the side of his head—no doubt, he'd been shot in the head!

A question flashed through Chris's mind: "Who fired the shot?!" He was acutely aware of the seriousness of the situation. Sure enough, after a moment of stunned silence, the other passengers behind him suddenly charged forward like wild beasts, unafraid of death. No one knew who would be next to be shot in the head; they just wanted to get out of this place where death could come at any moment.

With such a massive flow of people, part of the ground troops forming a human wall was likely short-handed, and a gap was quickly created. Passengers then frantically fled through this gap, running in all directions, creating a scene of utter chaos.

However, the ground troops could not bear to see the situation continue like this, so they began to run on the runway. When Chris saw this, he wanted to go down and help, but he dared not leave his post without Wesker's orders. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

The ground troops were indeed efficient. Not only did they promptly dispose of the Russian's body, but they also recaptured all the escaped passengers within minutes. No matter how much the passengers screamed, the soldiers wouldn't let go, regrouping them in a relatively safe place and strengthening the surrounding security.

Chapter 503 Hydra Agents

The flames from the distant plane explosion were still raging fiercely, and several fire trucks had already begun firefighting operations. Even in such severe rainstorms, the fire was proving difficult to extinguish. Thick smoke billowed from the wreckage, carrying the smell of burnt leather seats, filled the air above the airport runway. To the uninformed, it might simply appear as a plane crash; of course, many were unaware that this was a biohazard.

Outside the airport, a man in a dark gray trench coat, carrying a small suitcase, stood silently gazing through the high railing at the distant flames. Rain first streamed down his face, which was adorned with a prosthetic eye, before trickling down his long coat. He seemed quite pleased with the incident, a smug, cold smile playing on his lips.

It was truly unexpected that he could slip away from that tight encirclement so easily, without being noticed by anyone. Now, he was starting to doubt the security measures here. Of course, this wasn't solely his achievement. Without the mysterious man's strong assistance in firing a shot into the crowd, coupled with the special pass he received, escaping would have been no easy feat.

In any case, he was now safe. All he needed to do was safely hand over the briefcase to the mysterious man, and his mission to Russia would be complete. The man was an agent of Hydra, and also worked for another rival company of Umbrella.

The man looked down at the box in his hand, muttering to himself. Although his words were not very clear, the gist of his statement was that the box contained something worth $300 million—six vials of t-g antiviral serum that he had painstakingly obtained from Umbrella's rival company, Will Biopharmaceuticals. Of course, this was only the lowest price on the international black market; if these items were transferred to someone else through the mysterious person, the price difference would be far greater.

Speaking of the mysterious man, the man didn't know his true identity, only that he was a member of the anti-biological and chemical warfare unit stationed in Russia. Furthermore, even if the mysterious man resold the antiviral serum for $1000 million, it wouldn't concern him. He knew very well that one shouldn't be too greedy; $300 million was enough for him to hide for four or five years. He could worry about the rest later; right now, his only task was to find this mysterious man. The man adjusted his hat brim, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he confidently strode towards the distant city.

Just as the man's figure was about to disappear into the rain, someone silently appeared from where he had just stood! This person was fully armed, and the QBZ95 sniper rifle was still tightly gripped in his hand. Needless to say, this person was Chris!

Just now, he noticed the man suddenly disappear into the crowd and deduced that he must have slipped away during the chaos. Chris disregarded everything else and began searching from the helicopter, taking advantage of the high vantage point. Sure enough, he spotted a familiar figure sneaking towards the airport exit. Chris immediately jumped out of the helicopter and gave chase. He initially intended to apprehend the man, but suspecting he had some ulterior motive, Chris secretly followed him.

Sure enough, he overheard the man's mutterings and began to understand something. It turned out there was a mysterious figure behind him. But what was in the box, and what kind of deal he had made with the mysterious man, he didn't know. His only task was to continue following them, and then capture and interrogate both of them!

Chris stared intently in the direction the man had gone, and only after confirming that the man hadn't noticed him did he follow him again.

It was already past 5 p.m., and the streets in the city center were gradually becoming more crowded than before. The traffic was also much heavier, indicating that it was time for many people to get off work.

The man in gray walked to a crossroads, looked around, and saw tall buildings all around, with colorful neon lights flashing and dazzling. He muttered under his breath in English, "Why pick a place with so many people of all? Really!"

After circling around the area for a while, he finally found the place. The building was about seventy stories high, and the front of the building was filled with top-of-the-line luxury cars from all over the world. Five large characters, each about two meters high, hung above the entrance, making it look very grand! Moreover, at the entrance of the building, there were seven or eight stylish and beautiful female greeters who were smiling and welcoming VIPs and wealthy people from all over the world!

In this age of superheroes, many people have chosen to seek refuge elsewhere, simply because it offers temporary respite from the rampant T-virus. Going to other countries would likely mean quickly becoming part of the zombie apocalypse! Therefore, seeing other people here is quite normal. After all, the biohazard crisis in Tokyo is very close to their location.

Looking at the luxurious gold decorations inside the building, the man felt an urge to go inside. However, he was well aware of his own identity, and he also knew that the mysterious person had definitely not chosen the location inside the building, but rather a small alley behind it.

The man glanced again at the beautiful woman at the building entrance, then walked regretfully into the somewhat dark alley. Although he was a member of Hydra, he wasn't yet qualified to meet one of its most powerful members.

Chris was sitting quietly in a taxi, secretly observing the man's movements. To avoid attracting attention, he asked to exchange clothes with the taxi driver. The driver, being quite tactful, only kept an eye on Chris's combat gear and didn't actually "swap" the clothes, because Chris wasn't going to wear that outfit casually; he had the desire but not the guts.

At that moment, Chris, dressed in a yellow work uniform and wearing a hat that read "Cleaner," got out of the car. Although most of his equipment was already inside, he still kept his QSZ 9mm automatic pistol and dagger on his person. He knew that subduing these two men in hand-to-hand combat might be possible, but he feared they wouldn't play by the rules. After all, a gun is always the quickest way to kill!

Chris also walked into the alley and saw two large trash cans leaning against the wall. The contents of the trash cans were almost untouched, including various dishes, as if they had just been cooked and thrown away.

Chapter 504 Trading

He continued forward, and as he approached a corner, he suddenly heard two men talking on the other side. He immediately became alert, drew his pistol, and began eavesdropping on their conversation from his side of the corner. Although he tried to peek at the two men, their faces were obscured by the heavy rain.

The man he was following spoke first: "I never expected it would be so hard to find you! I brought the things, so how about it, take the money!"

The mysterious man, who was less than five steps away from the man, turned around, looked at him, and without saying a word, took out a box, which was much larger than the man's. He said, "This is 300 million US dollars! If you don't believe me, you can count it yourself."

The man didn't even glance at the man, but stared at the mysterious figure with some displeasure, saying, "Count it? Do you think I'm an idiot? 300 million, I could count it all before dawn, do you think I'm just waiting here to get caught? But don't worry, I will definitely count the money. If even a penny is missing, not to mention anyone else, I will absolutely not let you go! Hmph, you should know very well how I do things. Killing a few people is as easy as crushing an ant!"

The mysterious man's expression hardened, then he chuckled, "Heh... no wonder you're a wanted criminal from Hydra. You seem fearless in the face of anyone. Alright, enough joking. Let's get back to the point. I won't shortchange you on the money, but... how can you prove the items are genuine?"

The man snorted coldly and said, "In the end, you still don't trust me. Fine, if you don't want it, I won't force you. But you should understand that if I find another buyer, it won't be worth just 300 million US dollars. Right now, there are countless people drooling over this thing!"

The mysterious man's smile faded. After a moment's thought, he said, "Alright then, I trust you! We'll exchange money for goods! But, Hanks, let me make this clear from the start..."

Upon hearing the name, Chris's body jolted, countless thoughts racing through his mind: "Hanks? Could it be Hanks Cavill? He's currently a wanted criminal by Hydra, what would he be doing here?" But he didn't have time to think about it further. Chris continued to listen intently.

"Although these six vials of t-g antiviral serum were newly developed by Well Biopharmaceuticals, I am very clear about the reactions of patients after they were injected with them. If I find out later that they are fake, I will not let you off the hook either. Since I was able to find you before, I will do the same in the future! Here you go!" With that, he threw the box full of US dollars in front of Hanks.

Seeing this, Chris finally smiled and said, "Alright! You're really straightforward. In that case, I won't say much more. Everything you wanted is here!" He stepped forward, gently put the box down, then turned around, picked up the box full of US dollars, and opened it with trembling hands.

The mysterious man sneered, picked up the box, and suddenly pulled a pistol from his pocket, pointing it at Hanks of the Hydra organization. Hanks quickly understood what was happening. Because inside the box he had opened, there was nothing but a thick stack of newspapers!

Hanks immediately flew into a rage, slamming the box to the ground. He exclaimed, "I can't believe you're this kind of person! How dare you deceive me!"

The mysterious man shook his head and said disdainfully, "Hanks, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're too trusting. But you can't blame me; only the two of us know about this. How can I be sure you won't tell anyone? Right?"

Hanks' face was contorted with rage, veins bulging. He desperately wanted to kill the man before him, but he was helpless, empty-handed and unarmed. Although he was a member of Hydra, he was merely a worthless pawn.

Just as the mysterious man was about to fire, a figure suddenly jumped out from around the corner behind Hanks, holding guns in both hands and shouting, "Drop your weapons! Umbrella Corporation has captured you!"

Hanks was delighted, but when he turned around, he was both surprised and puzzled. When did such a person hide behind him?

The mysterious man was startled when he saw Chris in the yellow uniform. He glared at Hanks and said coldly, "Looks like you, the wanted criminal, are being followed! But so what?"

Just then, a gunshot rang out, and Hanks fell to the ground. Chris was about to fire when he suddenly felt his vision blur and he couldn't see anything clearly. He also shuddered and almost couldn't stand up!

Chris's heart sank. He thought, "Oh no! Why did it have to happen now of all times!" After all, the trauma from the biological weapon had been lingering until now. Before Chris could think any further, his body suddenly collapsed to the ground, and he lost consciousness.

The rain had stopped, but the sky remained overcast. During the day, it was not noticeable, but as night approached, the outdoor temperature gradually dropped, and the damp, cold air became increasingly intense, making one feel a deep chill.

As the most well-equipped and best-staffed hospital in the city center of Russia, Hospital 514 was unusually busy at this moment. Injured foreign passengers were constantly being brought in for emergency treatment, and heavily armed police forces surrounded the hospital. Most of the patients were suffering from burns, while a small number had cuts to their arms or heads from shrapnel from the explosion, which appeared quite serious. Others had suffered initial bite wounds from biological weapons.

He was leaning against the wall at the hospital entrance, smoking a cigar and glancing around. The situation inside the hospital had been handed over to ground troops; his presence was merely symbolic. The matter here was mostly resolved. The other planes that hadn't been found to contain high explosives had been forcibly repatriated with their original passengers. The plane that had exploded was now the most difficult problem to handle.

Now, Leon looked very anxious. He wasn't worried about the outsiders, but rather that Chris hadn't made a single call since requesting to pursue the suspect. No matter how he tried to contact him, there was no response. This made him, as his friend, very nervous. However, thinking about Chris's skills, Leon felt somewhat relieved.

They found the lost item and took it back to Umbrella headquarters for investigation. They believed they would have results soon. However, Leon had a bad feeling that the shooting was related to the Hydra organization he knew.

Chapter 505 Biochemical Invasion

Leon sighed and said, "Brother, I hope you're alright."

On the third floor of the hospital, there was a clean, ordinary ward facing the main entrance, with a number 312 on the door. From this ward, one could clearly see the street and vehicles outside, offering an excellent view. However, this ward was located at a corner of the hospital building, and few doctors and nurses could come here, except when the patient needed it.

On a bed right next to the window in this ward, lay a patient who appeared to have only suffered minor injuries. Perhaps because the injuries were not serious, the doctors and nurses had all gone to take care of other patients, leaving him alone in the ward to rest for the time being.

The previous explosion had not yet completely calmed him down. He would sit up from time to time, look out the window, and then get out of bed and pace back and forth. Although he was in a hospital, the unfamiliar surroundings added to the anxiety on his face.

Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open, and a very tall doctor entered. He was wearing a white coat and his face was covered by a mask, with only his eyes showing. However, his gaze did not reveal the deep concern of an ordinary doctor, but rather a hint of fierceness.

When the patient saw the doctor come in, he didn't think anything was different. Although he felt that the doctor's eyes were a little abnormal, he didn't take it to heart. Perhaps the doctors here look fierce on the surface, but they actually care about the patients.

The doctor came forward, looked at the patient, then went to the window and drew the curtains, dimming the light in the ward considerably. The patient, somewhat disgruntled, began to complain in a gibberish that the doctor couldn't understand, as if to say something like, "We prefer sunlight, we admire light," or something similar.

The doctor ignored him and said in a low voice, "Your wound is quite serious. To prevent infection, you need an anti-inflammatory injection!"

Although the patient didn't quite understand, he knew from the doctor's movements that the doctor was about to give him an injection, so he rolled up his sleeve and waited for the injection. Seeing that the doctor's movements weren't very practiced, he muttered a few more words to himself, then turned his head to the window, ignoring the doctor. In his mind, this doctor and he had nothing in common.

The doctor used a syringe to draw some reddish liquid from an unidentified test tube. He then looked at it under the light, a sinister smile appearing on his masked face, before stabbing the person in the arm.

The patient was initially puzzled because he had never seen such a red anti-inflammatory drug before. Just then, he suddenly noticed something peeking out from the gap in the doctor's white coat. He took a closer look and was immediately terrified, turning pale! It wasn't one of the doctor's usual accessories, but a gun!

The patient opened his mouth and managed to utter a broken sentence in broken Chinese: "You're not a doctor!" before the doctor forcefully covered his mouth and nose. No matter how much the patient struggled and kicked, the doctor wouldn't let go, and moments later, the patient died.

The "doctor" released his grip, gave the lifeless body a cold smile, and uttered these words: "Don't worry! I've injected you with a brand new drug. In half an hour, you'll be alive again, but... a walking corpse! Hahaha..." The "doctor" laughed and left the ward without looking back.

At the hospital's main information desk, two female nurses were chatting about very ordinary topics. Aside from family disputes, it was just the kind of talk women like to have. As they chatted, one of the nurses flipped through the patient records of those admitted that day and noticed that one patient's name was not checked off, while the others, already checked off, meant they were being properly cared for by designated personnel.

The nurse glanced at the patient's room number; it was 312. She then said to another nurse, "Oh, it seems we forgot one. Go check on him. Judging from his injuries, they don't seem too serious." The other nurse nodded and went to 312 with a symptom registration form in her arms.

As soon as she opened the door, the nurse smelled a very unpleasant odor, seemingly emanating from the patient lying in the bed. The nurse didn't say anything; her years of professional ethics had instilled in her a deep respect for every patient. She went over and nudged the person whose head was covered by the blanket, and asked softly, "Sir, are you asleep?"

After the nurse nudged him several times and found that the patient was unresponsive, she slowly pulled back the blanket. What she saw next made her collapse to the ground. The patient's entire body was rotting, and countless maggot-like creatures were crawling on his stomach. Half of his face was covered in black blood, his mouth was wide open, his teeth were protruding, and his wide-open eyes were utterly terrifying!

The nurse was so frightened she couldn't make a sound. She crawled away, but suddenly felt a sticky hand grab her ankle. She turned around and saw a bloodied, grotesque figure lunging at her...

A chilling scream came from the third floor of the hospital, followed by terrified shouts and desperate cries for help from the No. 1 emergency building. In no time, many patients and their families rushed out of the hospital lobby in a panic, and the entire hospital was plunged into chaos, with miserable screams echoing everywhere!

Hearing the shouts, Lyon, who was standing at the door, felt a chill run down his spine. Seeing the terrified crowd fleeing in panic, Lyon quickly stepped forward, grabbed a shaken fleeing person, and shouted, "Sir, why are you running! What happened?"

The man trembled as he tried desperately to break free from Leon's arm, but Leon's enhanced superpowers and immense strength, coupled with the fact that Leon had drunk him and brought him back to his senses, allowed him to stammer in English, "It's...it's those...zombies from Tokyo! They're coming! Run for your lives!"