Morgue, Gentek Pilot Area, New York.

"This guy seems to be the lead researcher of the 'Black Light Project'! It's the one named Alex Mercer, who is said to have been personally recruited by the big boss. ”

"Well, the former head researcher should be exact, and now he's just a corpse lying here."

"What did he do? You see, he was shot at least a dozen times. ”

"It seems like he stole a potion, and then tried to escape, and was shot dead by the guys at the Pennsylvania station."

"Do you know what's going on at Penn Station?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"What do you think this guy thinks, the lead researcher earns millions of dollars a year, why did he steal that potion? Dana Mercer? Is this his wife? I really don't understand......"

The two people wearing chemical protective suits who didn't forget to chat didn't know that an unknown change was taking place inside the "corpse" they were watching.

“xxx…… Where did the grenade come from...... xxx”

Mercer has always considered himself a person of quality and culture, but whoever finds something similar to a grenade at the head of his bed while sleeping will not be calm, especially when he sees it explode.

"This will really be a death, hehe, I just didn't expect that I would die so unexplained......"

As a mercenary active in the Middle East, Mercer was mentally prepared for a bullet, a grenade, or a shrapnel cut in his throat. However, he could not let go of the inexplicable grenade.

"I don't know which son of a damn will be cheaper with those deposits...... Hey, no, what are these two souls talking in my ear, English? Could it be the doctor......

English was not new to Mercer, and although he only had a junior high school education, he learned it by mixing and mixing for mercenaries who generally used English to communicate. The pronunciation may not be standard, but there is no barrier to communication and comprehension.

"Who is Alex Mercer? Why does the name sound familiar...... It seems that the grenade is also a kind of goods. ”

Mercer moved his fingers and toes, relieved, and his hands and feet sounded.

“xx…… What are you going to do to me? ”

Mercer admitted that he was cursing again, but when he opened his eyes, he saw two people in front of him, not dressed as doctors, but wearing chemical protective suits, holding flashing scalpels and running towards his head, and he couldn't help it.

"Get out of here! Get the hell out of here! Call those soldiers and ask them to come and deal with it! ”

Unexpectedly, the reaction of the two people was even more violent than Mercer's, screaming and falling backwards, as if they had seen a ghost, and their voices were full of fear, and they pushed open the door and fled.

Mercer didn't have time to pay attention to the two weirdos now, and fell from the platform to the ground, and then when he got up, he noticed something unthinkable.

"What about the scars and calluses on my hands? And the color of the skin...... No, it's not my hand......"

Mercer was sure that the hands on the edge of the table were not his own, and the clothes on his body were not his own clothes. With the strong light of the operating lamp, he could be sure that he was not mistaken.

Picking up the scalpel that had fallen on the ground, looking at the reflection of his own pupils on the knife, the dead gray pupils made him shudder.

Holding the scalpel in his hand, although he knew that it was useless, could give him a sense of security.

To go out, or to stay here, that's the question.

Mercer didn't know what was going on outside, but it wasn't an option to stay here. Like a bird enclosed in a cage, flying out can be shot to death, and there is no hope of staying in the cage.

"Dada......"

Suddenly, Mercer heard a burst of gunfire outside the door, and although the sound was not noticeable through the well-sealed door, he was able to confirm that the place where the shot had been fired was very close.

"It's the voice of M4A1! American?! Delta Special Forces? Or the SEALs? ”

The M4A1 is a carbine, and because of its high price, it is generally only equipped by the US military. People in the Middle East generally use cheap and easy-to-serve AK47s. After all, there is a five- to ten-fold price difference between the two.

"Surround a gate, don't let an ant go!"

Leaning against the wall next to the door, Mercer listened carefully to the sounds outside the door, clutching the scalpel tightly in her right hand.

"Hehe, no less than five people......"

Mercer smiled bitterly, and although he was already in fighting form, he was already desperate in his heart. He's not Rambo, and he's not Superman, and it's impossible to fight at least five well-trained soldiers with just one scalpel.

"People die and birds rise to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years. Killing one is enough, killing two is earning. ”

Mercer gritted his teeth, whether he served in the country, was selected to join the peacekeeping force, or escaped as a mercenary because of disciplinary violations, he lived a life of licking blood with a knife, he didn't want to die, but he wasn't afraid of death.

"Boom!"

The door that opened outwards was kicked open, and the next moment Mercer grabbed the muzzle of the gun with his left hand, and the scalpel in his right hand was also ready to shoot, trying to drag the other person in and stab him to death.

Mercer did this just to trap the beast, after all, if he let these presumably heavily armed soldiers in, he would definitely be killed without any defense.

To Mercer's surprise, his movements were very smooth, and not only did he grab the head of the gun, but his strength caused the other party to fall directly into the room and crash headfirst into the morgue.

“xx……”

Mercer cursed again, well, he admitted that he was not a gentleman. But he was really amazed by his own strength.

The other party was not a helpless child, but a heavily armed and strong soldier.

He exerted his force in an uncomfortable position, but he was able to snatch the opponent's gun and throw the opponent out at the same time, causing the opponent wearing the helmet to pass out directly.

"Am I really Superman? Or is this guy useless? ”

Mercer shook his head to keep himself focused, after all, only those who survived were called Superman, and those who died could only be regarded as dead ghosts.

Take the gun in your hand and look at it, sure enough, it is M4A1, did the Americans invade the Middle East? Are they going to fight a world war?

"XX, if you don't play cards according to the rules, your people don't know whether they are alive or dead, so you just throw grenades!"

Mercer, who was thinking about how to deal with the next wave of attacks, noticed a grenade bouncing in front of him, and listening to the sound, he estimated that there were four or five more in other directions.

Kicked the grenade in front of him as far away as he could, and then made a tactical move, uh, holding his head and waiting for death to be exact. After all, several grenades exploded at the same time in an enclosed space, and the sound waves generated could shock people to the point of bleeding.

Things finally turned out beyond Mercer's prediction, and several grenades exploded in unison, and the sound made him feel like his head was about to explode.

But he could do nothing but stick himself tightly to the side of the morgue.

Maybe a second, maybe a day, Mercer felt himself regain consciousness, and then he saw a mess of the room, all the lighting was destroyed, except for a surviving dark red warning light, and the soldier who had passed out had been blown apart.

He glanced at the bleeding wounds all over his body.

"Why can I still see things clearly? Why doesn't the wound hurt? Is it unconscious? ”

Before Mercer could wonder about these strange circumstances, he saw that his bleeding wound suddenly began to heal rapidly, and Mercer found himself feeling a desire for destruction, or rather appetite, welling up in his heart.

"What did they do to me? Or ......"

Mercer's panic was interrupted by footsteps, and in the almost pitch darkness, he felt as if he had night vision goggles, everything clearly visible.

"Is the target dead?"

"Confirming."

"After confirming the death of the target, immediately block the surrounding area according to the chemical protection level!"

"Yes!"

……

The voice on the intercom gave orders meticulously, but Mercer didn't have time to pay attention to it, the other party's boots had already appeared in front of his eyes.

He knew that the other party would never mind whipping the corpse in order to confirm his death, and he was not willing to bet on whether he could recover after being shot.

To be honest, he now hopes that all this is his own dream, but unfortunately it is unlikely.

Mercer's gun was blown to shreds and the scalpel was gone, so he could only raise his hand to grab the opponent's ankle and then try with all his strength to drag the opponent down.

The result did not disappoint Mercer, who fell to the ground as if he had been hit by a truck, and Mercer's fingers pierced through the military boot and inserted it into the opponent's leg.

At this moment, a blood-red mist suddenly rolled up on Mercer's body, and in the mist, something like blood vessels could be seen spreading out of his body and inserting into the soldier's body.

Satisfaction, satiety, and all sorts of information filled Mercer's mind.

February 30, 2006, United States, New York, Gentek, Project Blacklight, Black Watch, Pennsylvania Station, Target: Alex Mercer, Stark Industries, Osborne Group, S.H.I.E.L.D., ......

A huge stream of information washed over Mercer's brain, and it was as if he had a lifetime of memories in an instant.

"Ahh

Mercer shouted, he didn't know if anyone could hear him, but he felt like his brain was about to explode.

Alex Mercer? Am I Alex Mercer?

Gentek？ Project Blacklight? Black Watch Force? Is this the original form of torture?

Stark Industries? S.H.I.E.L.D.? Umbrella? This......

Mercer's brain is like a supercomputer, intercepting noteworthy information according to Mercer's consciousness.

"Am I crossing over? Am I Alex Mercer? The protagonist of the torture and killing of the original form? Isn't that Stark Industries a company in a Marvel movie? Homonymous? ”

Mercer finally got some idea of his situation, and his real five senses convinced him that he was not dreaming; The information obtained from the soldier allows him to know who the other party is and who he is; Each of those nouns felt familiar.

He looked at the clothes he wore along with the wounds: a white shirt, a brown hoodie, and a black leather jacket with gray pupils and pale skin.

Mercer finally remembered a game he had played when he was still a soldier in China - "Torture and Killing the Original", except for the Stark Industries, S.H.I.E.L.D., and the Osborne Group, all of which were almost exactly the same as the settings in that game.

Miraculously, Mercer's own memories became clearer, and those memories that had been blurred seemed to be in front of him.

"Dada......"

The dense gunfire brought Mercer back to his senses.

PS: The protagonist doesn't know about Resident Evil, so he doesn't pay attention to Ambrera.