Jill ran desperately down the hallways of the underground laboratory, and behind her, waving their claws, three roaring Hunters. At the end of the hallway, the identification door forced Jill to stop, and she hurriedly swiped the ID card found from the researcher's corpse through the detector, only to be lit up with a red light indicating misinformation.

Beads of sweat oozed from Jill's forehead, and he was almost suffocating with nervousness. On the other side of the hallway, Hunter's hurried footsteps were getting closer.

"Please, get out of here!" Jill slid the card through the detector again and again, and kept pleading with the iron door in front of her, but the red light made her heart sink into the abyss.

"Whew~!!"

Jill turned her head suddenly, Hunter had turned the last corner, slowly closing in on her. Just when she was almost desperate, the detector suddenly made a crisp "ding-dong" sound.

The green light lit up, and the iron door parted on both sides, and the three Hunters suddenly rushed at the same time. Jill hurriedly ran into the room and pressed the door close button on the inside. Suddenly, a paw came through the crack in the door that was about to close, trying to force it open. Jill hurriedly fired several shots at the claw, and with a scream, the claw immediately retracted, and the two doors finally closed.

The roar of Hunter and the creak of claws slicing through the iron door reached Jill's ears, but Jill knew he had escaped once again. Leaning against the corner, she slowly slid to the floor and gasped for breath, listening to her heart pounding like a drum.

"How many times has this been?" She did the math in her mind, and then came up with the number "five". When her breathing stabilized, the frustration came back to her.

Twenty minutes ago, vice-captain Enrique took his last breath in front of him. With a strong sense of justice, he has always been the most beloved figure in the team, but now she has also become a corpse. Moreover, the killer is not a zombie or other monster.

It's human.

When they met in the underground tunnels, Enrique seemed to have something important to tell him. But a bullet from nowhere pierced his heart.

"Betrayer."

All he struggled to leave was the words.

Defector? Jill had been pondering the meaning of her words, and in the end she had come to a conclusion that she was least willing to draw——.. A traitor appeared within S.

If someone had said that to her a day ago, she would have scoffed at it. But what had happened in those hours had left her mind in a state of confusion. Wesker's covert operations; Barry's panicked appearance when he faced himself shortly after; Even his partner Chris, now Jill, doesn't dare to trust him completely.

Although she was far away from the hall of the Western-style Mansion, Jill still seemed to hear the "clicking" pendulum sound echoing in her ears, disturbing her upset.

"Why did it become like this......

Jill shook her head, she hated herself a little, a few hours ago she believed that all the members of the team were close, but now she was a little afraid to meet Wesker and the others. In this environment of death and terror, Jill is overwhelmed by unprecedented loneliness and helplessness, and sometimes even has suicidal thoughts. She sighed, stood up and looked blankly around the room, caught her attention by a slide projector.

When you put the slide next to it, the image starts to be projected continuously on the white hanging cloth on the opposite side.

The first few are archives about various monsters, and next to their images, there are also detailed information about their characteristics, attack methods, and so on. However, the content of the last slide is very different from the previous one.

It was a group photo of several people in white coats, and under the photo was written a line - Biological Weapons Research Institute and Development Group. And the person on the far right of the photo turned out to be Wesker!

After reading the information left by the researchers, Jill decided to head to the lab, hoping to get more information from there. Just as she arrived in front of the elevator, there was a sudden call, and at the same time as the voice sounded, Jill quickly raised her gun and turned around, aiming the muzzle of the gun at the person behind her.

After seeing that it was Barry, Jill hesitated for a moment, but put down the gun and told him about his suspicions about Wesker, but Barry's reaction was not as strong as she thought, which surprised her slightly.

The two took the elevator to the laboratory, and when they opened the door, the first thing that caught Jill's eye was Wesker, who was operating a computer with his back to him on the other side, and in the huge container next to him, stood a three-meter-tall monster.

Jill was about to confront Wesker, but an unexpected event stopped him.

She slowly twisted her head and looked at her friend in disbelief.

Beside him, pointing the gun at him, it was Barry.

Four

From a very young age, I have been thinking all the time - what are human beings living in this world for?

To help others? To take care of the family? To make the world a better place?

Only an idiot would believe that nonsense.

Living for oneself is the eternal truth.

But if you want to live in this world as you like, you have to get one thing - power.

You might be able to break four or five bricks with one punch, but that's just brute force. No matter how strong your body is, it's not as good as a gun in someone else's hand.

You may have a lot of money to buy anything, but if the power of your country is suddenly overthrown, what is the difference between those banknotes and waste paper?

And only the perfect unity of power, money and power is the perfect life I yearn for.

When I learned about Ambrera's strength and true "career", I was determined to make a name for myself there, and capital was the knowledge of chemistry that I was proud of.

But in this world, there is a kind of existence called "genius".

When I spent a few days with William Bakken at the Cadre Training Institute in Ambrera twenty years ago, I knew that I could never surpass him in the field of research. He was only 16 years old, two years younger than me, but he had a talent that I couldn't match.

That's when my thinking began to change. After 13 years at the Acre Institute, Bakken began research on the G-virus, and my application to transfer to the intelligence service was approved at that time. Placed by the headquarters to the Raccoon City Police Department.. S., I used my position to pass on a lot of confidential information to Ambrera, but they couldn't have known what my ultimate goal was.

After coming up with that plan, I waited patiently for the time to come, and that was three years.