Malrick looked up.
"The helicopter that was hovering just now… exploded?"
Through the scattered flas, the wreckage of the aircraft spun violently and slamd into another building. After a series of impacts, it lodged into the upper floor, igniting a fire. Shards of glass and building debris rained down.
Malrick watched the scene unfold with a strange sense of déjà vu.
Now that he thought about it, the Resident Evil universe had always been sarcastically referred to as a "vehicle massacre." Nearly every moving vehicle in the series had ended up destroyed in one way or another.
So a crashing helicopter wasn't exactly surprising.
Maybe it exploded because it was overloaded with too many muscular guys? The thought flashed through his mind with a twinge of dark humor.
Suddenly, his ears twitched. More sounds echoed from a nearby rooftop.
"…Is that a car? On the roof?"
Malrick looked up in disbelief.
From the top of a seven-story building, a car burst through the guardrail, plumting straight down—with a massive figure riding on top. Boom!
The car slamd into the towering black man and crashed into the pavent, the impact so heavy it made the ground tremble. The vehicle flipped from the force, and its roof hit the ground again.
Pinned beneath the wreckage, the enormous figure lay motionless.
Inside the car, a girl scread. Her voice pierced the air—first in panic from the fall, then in pain as her body was tossed against the interior from the impact.
Malrick winced. He could almost feel the pain for her.
But what caught his attention even more was the girl's resilience. After falling from a seven-story rooftop, she was already groaning and crawling out through the window.
That was nothing compared to the big guy.
The towering man—who had been hit by a falling car—slowly began to move. Seconds later, he rose to his feet and started staggering back toward the wreck.
A beautiful woman who refused to stay down.
And a monstrous brute who just wouldn't quit, no matter how much damage he took.
It was the perfect reenactnt: Jill Valentine and the Tracker-model Tyrant, the infamous Nesis released by Umbrella.
Malrick rembered this boss fight clearly. In the lore, Nesis was also known as the "Pursuer"—a terrifying, relentless creature designed to eliminate STARS mbers.
And Jill Valentine? She was one of the elite officers in Raccoon City's STARS team. A hardened survivor of the initial biohazard outbreak, and one of the key figures in the entire story.
Short shoulder-length hair, a tough deanor, and her classic outfit—a blue tank top. Jill had earned a reputation as a woman beautiful enough to make drowning look poetic.
"Perfect," Malrick muttered. "Now I know exactly where I am."
This entire scene matched the ga exactly.
"It's September 28, 1998. Around 9 p.m., near Redstone Station in Raccoon City."
He narrowed down the tiline based on mory.
["Master Malrick, your assessnt is correct. The current ti is 21:14. You are approximately 980 ters from Redstone Station."] Jarvis's voice chid in.
"Knew it," Malrick said with a smirk. He flicked open his visor. "Looks like you're connected to the internet now?"
["Yes, but based on your prior command, I've been restricted from retrieving further data. As of now, I lack broader knowledge about this world."]
"Forget that command. Start gathering intel again. Focus on Umbrella Corporation, Eagle Military, and the HCF."
["Understood, Master."]
Malrick didn't say more. The thick stench of smoke lingered in the air, and he noticed Jill crawling out of the wreckage.
At the sa ti, Jill caught sight of him.
They locked eyes.
Her face tightened with anxiety.
"Are you human?" she shouted.
Clad in his armored suit, Malrick definitely didn't look like soone from 1998.
But even as Jill asked, her instincts gave her the answer.
She began waving frantically at him.
"Run! Get out of here! It's dangerous!"
She scread, unaware that the car behind her was engulfed in flas—seconds away from exploding. And the Tyrant was closing in on her.
If she didn't move, she'd be caught in both the blast and the monster's attack.
But in that instant, her gut reaction was to warn a complete stranger instead of saving herself.
Boom!
The car exploded behind her.
Fire surged toward Jill.
She turned to flee—but it was too late. The flas roared toward her, licking at her skin.
Still on the ground, she felt the searing heat on her face. Panic surged through her.
In that instant, a flood of mories returned—her first encounter with the undead in a suburban mansion two months ago. It was then she realized: maybe she'd been marked for death since the day she t these monsters.
But—
She didn't get to finish her final thought.
The world suddenly shifted.
The scene around her zood backward—as if reality had snapped ten ters away in an instant.
The explosion, ant to engulf her, burst harmlessly in the distance. Instead, it consud the Tyrant.
Jill blinked, dumbfounded. She exhaled in disbelief, then suddenly froze.
What just happened?
She turned her head and saw the armored figure standing beside her, holding her arm.
She could feel the cold tal of his gauntlet gripping her tightly.
That armor… it wasn't just thick. It was refined—streamlined.
Shiny red and blue plating glead in the firelight, and the glowing circle on the chest reminded her of sothing straight out of a sci-fi film.
This wasn't just armor. It looked like a futuristic combat suit. Sothing beyond her ti.
How was this possible?
She stared at him, piecing it together—especially how she'd suddenly teleported.
Her expression changed.
"You… who are you?" she asked, looking up at the helted figure.
The faceplate had snapped shut at so point. Only two glowing blue slits remained.
Now he looked even more like a cha soldier from another dinsion.
"I'll explain later," a male voice replied from within the suit.
Jill blinked again, recalling the glimpse she'd had earlier—he was male, and… honestly, kind of handso.
"I just… what's your na? Who are you really?"
Before she could ask further, a roar split the air.
A piece of burning car wreckage flew toward them.
Malrick stepped forward, raised one hand, and caught it mid-air with a resounding crash.
The firestorm behind them parted.
The Tyrant erged, charred and steaming—its body still afla.
"Wow," Malrick quipped, "I don't think you'll find a warr guy anywhere else."
Jill stared at the monster. The flas dancing across its body almost made it look… cozy.
Then she shook herself.
What the hell? It's a bioweapon!
Snapping out of it, Jill pushed herself off the ground and stood beside Malrick, now shoulder to shoulder.
"What now?" she asked, eyes fixed on the Tyrant. "You think you can take this son of a bitch?"
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