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Director Bard pulled out a thick stack of docunts from the safe and handed them over to Lyon with both hands.
"These are most of the key experintal data, as well as the research process and conclusions. Are you planning to restart the research using these materials?"
Lyon casually lifted the 30-centiter-thick bound docunts and imdiately began flipping through them.
He responded calmly, "No, I plan to finish reading them now and then head to Umbrella's underground lab to begin the next phase of improvents."
"Finish reading them now?" Bard thought to himself, Wouldn't that take an eternity?
However, the way Lyon "read" the docunts left Bard completely stunned.
It couldn't even be called reading—not even browsing.
Lyon simply grabbed one corner of the thick stack and lightly loosened his grip, causing the pages to fall like a deck of shuffled cards.
In two or three seconds, the entire thick pile had been "flipped" through.
Lyon closed his eyes for a few seconds, then pushed the docunts back into Bard's arms.
"That's enough. You can burn them now."
"Huh… what?" Bard was utterly dumbfounded, his gaze shifting between the stack of papers in his arms and Lyon's calm, closed-eyed face.
"My point is, I've already read and morized it," Lyon explained, eyes still closed.
"But... but you were flipping through the pages backward!" Bard stamred, not even questioning the absurdity of reading and morizing a 30-centiter-thick stack of papers so quickly.
The re fact that Lyon had flipped through the pages in reverse order was enough to blow his mind!
"morizing all the words and then ntally reversing the page order is simple," Lyon replied, still with his eyes shut.
Bard opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure whether he should believe this or not.
At this point, he figured doubting a person like Lyon seed pointless.
After a glance at Lyon, who remained completely unmoved, Bard decided to grab so gasoline and burn the docunts as instructed.
He reassured himself ntally.
'After all, this guy was sent by the world to save us—so weird things are probably normal.'
Lyon, anwhile, stood still with his eyes closed, unmoved.
Lyon wasn't intentionally trying to act cold and distant.
The truth was, as he morized all the experintal data from the docunts and began processing it, he noticed sothing unusual.
He realized that while he was absorbing and understanding bio-technology-related knowledge, his thinking had beco exceptionally sharp and agile.
The processing speed of his super brain hadn't changed, but his research aptitude in the field of bio-engineering had greatly improved.
Just by recalling the experintal data he had morized, countless ideas and insights were flashing through his mind.
"So, this is the gift... It's exactly the kind of enhancent I needed," Lyon understood.
The world consciousness had granted him a gift that enhanced his talent in bio-technology research.
To make a comparison,
His talent in this area had now reached the pinnacle of the Resident Evil world!
His aptitude now aligned with figures like William Birkin, Alexia, and Marcus—the top minds in bio-research.
However, these individuals only had talent, not a super brain.
So, even though their creativity and bursts of inspiration might be on a similar level, their actual research capabilities were far below Lyon's current level by countless degrees.
After Director Bard had finished burning all the docunts, Lyon finally opened his eyes.
"D-Do you need anything else?" Bard imdiately asked, stepping closer to Lyon.
"Gather all the T-virus samples and vaccine prototypes you have. It's ti for us to leave."
Lyon called out toward the room's entrance, "Jarvis!"
Jarvis had been controlling the suit and eliminating the infected.
It had already cleared from the first floor all the way up to the top.
The hospital's zombies had nearly all been wiped out by now.
"Is Jarvis your partner?" Bard cautiously inquired.
"Heh, Sothing like that. You'll understand when you et him."
Lyon finished speaking, and after about half a minute, Jarvis arrived.
Suddenly, the ceiling of the room was blasted open from above.
The Super Mark 1 suit descended from the sky, landing in front of Lyon in a dramatic kneeling position.
Lyon's face twitched with a hint of frustration—had Tony Stark's iconic superhero landing pose beco a family tradition?
"An... an exoskeleton ch!?" Bard, on the other hand, was overwheld, feeling dizzy from the shock.
"It's my AI, Jarvis. If you need anything, you can ask him for help," Lyon explained as he casually placed the T-virus samples and vaccines Bard had retrieved into a container, handing it to Jarvis.
He then grabbed Bard by the collar.
"Let's go, to Raccoon City Police Station."
As Bard let out a middle-aged man's terrified scream, Lyon and Jarvis shot into the sky one after the other.
A few seconds later, Lyon appeared above the police station, with Jarvis catching up about ten miles away.
anwhile, Director Bard, still dangling from Lyon's grip, was frozen in shock, his screams still echoing loudly.
"Stop screaming, we're here!" Lyon said, shaking Bard's collar slightly to get his attention.
With nothing beneath his feet and Lyon shaking him slightly, Bard's screaming grew even louder.
So loud, in fact, that even the zombies attacking the police station turned their heads, confused, as they searched for the source of the noise.
Lyon decided to ignore Bard's yelling and focused on the police station, using his X-ray vision to observe the interior.
The station, though not very large, was filled with corpses and zombies everywhere he looked.
The police officers of Raccoon City, aside from their corrupt chief, had been quite competent.
The biohazard crisis fully erupted in the city on September 25th, three days ago.
The police had quickly responded, setting up a shelter, rescuing civilians, and planting explosives around the streets.
This effort wiped out a large portion of the city's zombies, giving the surviving residents a brief chance at survival.
But the cost was high—now, there were only a few officers left in the station.
Of course, part of the downfall was due to the officers not fully understanding the nature of the T-virus.
The initial collapse of the station had begun when so of the refugees they sheltered turned out to be infected.
The infection spread among the refugees inside the police station, combined with the constant assault of zombies outside.
Soon, the station suffered heavy casualties.
As Lyon observed, there were only five survivors left in the entire Raccoon City Police Departnt.
One of them was the corrupt police chief, Brian Irons, who was holed up in his office.
During his ti in office, Irons had been secretly working with Umbrella Corporation, accepting bribes and covering up their cris.
He even went as far as setting up an orphanage next to the police station, using the children there as experintal subjects for Umbrella.
A complete scumbag.
"Disgusting"—Sizzle!
Lyon, disgusted by such filth, decided to act. He unleashed a heat vision blast, shooting through multiple walls and pinning Irons to his leather sofa.
Poor Chief Irons never stood a chance.
At that mont, Chief Irons was fiddling with the body of the mayor's daughter on his desk, intending to turn her into a macabre taxidermy display.
But without warning, two red beams pierced through the walls and burned through his chest.
"Ac-k.. Ug.."
In disbelief, his mouth gaped open as he touched the two scabbed-over holes in his chest, still hot from the heat vision.
Thud!
He could only let out a weak groan before collapsing onto the corpse in front of him.
anwhile, Jarvis finally caught up and joined Lyon.
Director Bard had also regained his composure.
Looking down at the police station's entrance, his mouth hung open in shock: "Raccoon City Police Station... we're here already!?"
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