[Does the host accept the mission?]
"Of course, accept."
As soon as Tristan confirmed the mission, his police intercom once again made the urgent announcement.
—«I repeat, a shooting has been reported at Raccoon City Medical University. All nearby officers, provide immediate backup!»—
"Wait, the Medical University?" Tristan muttered.
"Given that the main plot hasn't started yet, why would the Reincarnators be involved now? Is it related to the T-virus or some Tyrant?"
Anyway, it didn't matter. He'd deal with them all. A glint of murderous intent flashed in Tristan's eyes as he left for the scene.
When he arrived at the university, the students had already been evacuated. The police were positioned, waiting for backup rather than launching an assault. They wanted the tactical team to arrive before making any moves.
"What's the situation?"
Tristan stepped onto the scene, a cigarette dangling from his lips. With the cash he'd funneled into Raccoon City's police force, Tristan had the local cops in his pocket.
While some received more than others, they all received payment and understood that working with Tristan was a low-risk yet profitable business, with the only requirement being to remain silent when necessary.
"Captain Tristan, there are eight suspects inside. They've taken several students hostage. We're waiting for the tactical rescue team to prevent any of them from escaping," one of the officers briefed him.
Before Tristan could reply, Wesker arrived with his team, still wearing those ridiculous sunglasses in broad daylight. He gave a quick nod before leading his men inside. The tactical team hadn't fully reassembled yet, but most of the usual faces were there, save for a few missing.
Jill Valentine also walked past Tristan without a word, her hand on her custom-modified pistol.
She glanced his way briefly, but this time, it was Tristan who kept his distance, treating her like a stranger. He knew that you couldn't always give these women too much attention, or they'd start thinking they could walk all over you, looking down at you with disgust.
At first, Tristan had played the role of the "nice guy" to improve his image with his colleagues. But now that he'd already slept with this bitch, he knew how to keep her in line. It was all about push and pull—keeping her in check, showing her who's in charge.
Since she was here now, maybe he could even play "hero save the beauty" and fuck her again later. After all, he had to remind this woman who the man was from time to time.
With that thought, he wasted no more time. Drawing his gun, he smirked and said, "Just watch me. I'll head in for support."
After Tristan left, a few officers murmured among themselves.
"Isn't this against protocol?"
"Who cares? Just act like you didn't see it."
"I heard we're getting bonuses every two weeks. Honestly, Captain Tristan isn't bad at all."
"Shh, man. We're all in on this. Don't be stupid enough to spill it. The chief made it clear—anyone leaks anything, they're dead."
Money makes people trustworthy. Once you were on this pirate ship, there was no getting off.
Besides, Tristan's gang didn't bother with petty crimes. Instead, they gathered the idle people together and did other things. As a result, the public security in Raccoon City improved a lot, making the lives of these low-level policemen easier.
As for other dirty things? Well, that was a conversation for another time.
Tristan wasn't there to save the hostages, he was here for his own gain.
He knew that Dr. Mueller, a former senior research director at Umbrella, was a man of considerable talent—only those with exceptional skills could reach such a high position.
Mueller was obsessed with creating the perfect Tyrant, and after resigning from Umbrella, he had been secretly conducting private experiments in the underground lab of Raccoon City Medical University.
This work wouldn't have been possible without the support of certain corporations. For the capitalists backing him, it didn't matter whether Mueller succeeded or failed. A few million was nothing to them if they could see groundbreaking research.
So if the T-virus was down here, Tristan knew he had to get his hands on it.
With a sample, he might be able to use it with the help of the system later, and the profit would be enormous.
Motivated by the thought, Tristan tightened his grip on his gun and walked slowly into the building.
Gunfire echoed from the university's front, indicating that someone had already encountered the enemy. But Tristan wasn't here to help. Instead, he quickly followed the university's architectural plans and descended to the basement through a stairwell.
There were no bio-monsters down here, so he wasn't concerned. If there had been, it would have been impossible to keep it hidden, given the almost nonexistent security measures.
Dr. Mueller was careful—he would ensure the experiments stayed under control.
…..
As Tristan traveled through the underground complex, he noticed that many security doors had been destroyed along the way. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and moved forward cautiously. Along the path, he encountered an electrically charred corpse.
He kneeled down and took the watch that was lying some distance away from the body—probably from one of the reincarnators whose body disappeared after death.
From the front, some distance ahead, he could hear the whirring of a drill. Someone was trying to pick a lock.
"Hurry up! The others won't hold out for long!"
"Stop yelling, damn it! You come and open this if you're so good at it!"
"How dare you talk to me like that?"
"Come on, come on, let's focus!" A third voice chimed in—calm, rational, trying to mediate. "We'll get the props, complete the mission, and we're out of here. No point arguing now."
But the atmosphere was heavy with tension, almost collapsing.
Upstairs, gunfire continued, but it was barely audible here. It didn't matter to Tristan.
He waited patiently in the shadows. If they couldn't work together, it would make his job easier. None of them would escape—they all had to die.
The underground lab wasn't vast, but it was well protected. There were various locks, high-voltage security doors, and even a small corridor filled with toxic gas. If you could navigate those obstacles, you'd find your prize.
Bang!
The sound of a gunshot rang out.
"Old Eight, are you alright? Hold on! Let's get inside and find the antidote!"
The irritable man's voice—the one who had yelled at the beginning—was growing distant as he rushed to save his friend. "Get the props, I'll handle the antidote!"
The gas appeared to have poisoned one of them.
Noticing that the other two had gone ahead, Tristan walked over slowly, holding his breath, and looked at the reincarnator, who had fallen to the ground, twitching. He was an ordinary-looking man.
Grabbing the man's head with both hands, Tristan twisted it sharply.
Crack!
There was a crisp crack as the man's neck broke. The reincarnator's eyes widened in shock, and it was obvious that he died a bit aggrieved. After taking the Reincarnator's wrist watch, Tristan knew only two targets remained here, and he followed their traces silently.
.....
The research lab spanned about 150 square meters with various chemical tanks scattered throughout.
A huge transparent culture tank stood in the center, though it was empty, filled only with some unknown liquid. Two men were searching the room, one on the left and one on the right, completely unaware that death was now stalking them.
"Found it! The mission item—the T-virus sample!" The man with a neck tattoo exclaimed, excitement in his voice, as he held up a vial.
Clearly, this was their mission: obtain the T-virus sample and escape.
But before he could even enjoy the victory, Tristan's large hands were already on him. In one swift move, Tristan twisted the man's head, snapping his neck with a cruel crack.
Crack!
The man's head spun 360 degrees, and his body collapsed as his health bar hit zero. Even without any special moves, Tristan's raw power had already surpassed that of a peak human.
Catching the T-virus sample in one hand, Tristan made use of full agility for the first time, and before the second man even turned around, Tristan took aim and fired a shot at him.
Bang!
The bullet pierced his forehead, right between his eyes. He died instantly, eyes wide with shock, as if still processing what had happened.
Just to be sure, Tristan walked over and fired two more shots, then twisted the man's head off for good measure.
Bang! Bang!
Glancing at the T-virus sample in his hand, Tristan's lips curled into a smug grin. He pocketed the wrist watches from the two deceased reincarnators.
With the sample secured, Tristan approached the system with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
'System, can I use this without any side effects?'
[This sample is the third model of the T-virus. It will cost one thousand points to modify it for safe use by the host. (Function Locked)]
[Host must complete the third mission to unlock Plunder Privileges.]
"Hehe, of course."
Completing the mission wasn't what concerned Tristan—he was just pleased to confirm that his suspicions were correct. The plunder function was indeed special, and soon enough, he could use the T-virus on himself without any risk.
"Good, good."
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