Just like in the game, the power of this Magnum pistol was astonishing. These few shots not only blasted the back of the Tyrant's head into a bloody mess, but also caused it to enter a short rigid state.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Barry shouted, "Jill, come over to my side quickly."
Jill gave Barry a deep look, grabbed Aiden's arm, and ran past the Tyrant.
"Jill, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to. Wesker threatened me using my family."
Seeing the two come over, Barry handed them the gun while giving an explanation.
"No, Barry, this isn't your fault, it's Wesker, it's all him…" Jill took the gun, comforting Barry as she spoke, but before she could finish, Aiden suddenly hugged her and rolled to the ground, and then she saw a computer fly past over their heads.
However, although the two of them dodged it, Barry wasn't so lucky. The equipment that Aiden and Jill dodged happened to hit him, knocking him unconscious on the spot.
"Barry, damn it, Aiden, let go of me."
Breaking free from Aiden's arms, Jill wanted to check Barry's condition, but clearly this wasn't the right time, because the Tyrant charged at them again, and she had no choice but to raise her gun and shoot.
But she found that her shots, except for leaving a few bullet holes on the Tyrant's body, did not cause effective damage.
"Shoot its exposed heart, that's its weak point," Aiden knew the Tyrant's weakness. He couldn't care about exposing himself and hurriedly reminded her out loud.
As an improved version of the prototype Tyrant, the T-002 model was much stronger than the previous generation. However, the issue of its vital organ—the heart—being exposed still wasn't resolved. Even though most of the heart was wrapped in body tissue, it remained the most vulnerable part.
Jill didn't bother to think about how Aiden knew this. She followed his instructions and fired a few shots at the exposed heart of the Tyrant. The results were clear: the Tyrant's speed noticeably slowed, and its body swayed significantly, as if struggling in pain.
Seeing this, Aiden let out a sigh of relief. As expected, the way to eliminate fear was to have enough firepower.
But the T-002 Tyrant's intelligence wasn't that low. After suffering a setback once, it began trying to cover its most vulnerable spot—its heart and head—using its enlarged left arm.
This action was very effective. Rifle bullets found it hard to penetrate the Tyrant's reinforced left arm—or rather, even breaking through the keratinized layer on its left claw was difficult.
The situation suddenly turned unfavorable. Watching the Tyrant approach while withstanding the firepower from two rifles, Aiden decisively gave up using the automatic rifle and switched to the shotgun Jill had found in the mansion.
There were still a few shells left in the shotgun. Aiden fired directly. Because he had previously replaced the buckshot with slug rounds, the effect of these few shots was surprisingly good, leaving several fist-sized craters in the Tyrant's left arm.
But this still couldn't stop the Tyrant's steps. The distance between them continued to shrink, forcing the two to shoot while retreating.
"Cover me, Jill." Aiden quickly emptied the magazine, and instinctively reached for his chest, only to find nothing. That's when he remembered that Barry had taken not only his gun but also the ammo belt, which was still on him. He hadn't returned the ammo along with the guns.
"Damn it…" Aiden cursed. Because they were fighting while retreating, they had already gotten far from Barry. To get the ammo back, they would have to pass the Tyrant—which was extremely dangerous.
Looking at the Tyrant closing in step by step, Aiden gritted his teeth and shouted, "Jill, cover me," and then charged forward.
Seeing Aiden rush out, Jill quickened her trigger pulling, but that's the limit of a semi-automatic rifle. Even if Jill's fingers became a blur, she couldn't match the firepower of an automatic rifle.
Fortunately, after Aiden's gun stopped firing, the Tyrant considered Jill, who was still shooting, as the bigger threat. So when Aiden circled around it, it didn't attack him, allowing him to retrieve the shotgun shells successfully.
But just as Aiden was hurriedly loading the shotgun, Jill's side became dangerous.
Though her background wasn't great, she was surprisingly loyal to her friends. To cover Aiden, she kept retreating in a straight line and was soon cornered by the Tyrant.
If it were a game, this wouldn't be a big deal—at worst, take two punches from the Tyrant, maybe clutch your kidney, and pop a healing item later.
But this wasn't a game. With her build, taking a punch from the Tyrant wouldn't just hurt—it might kill her or at least leave her half-dead.
Jill thought the same. Seeing the Tyrant in her face, she screamed in fear, "Aiden, help me!"
Hearing Jill's cry for help, Aiden looked up and his heart tightened. He raised the loaded shotgun and fired several shots at the Tyrant.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Caught off guard, the Tyrant staggered, then stood there shaking. Jill seized the chance, tucked her body, and slipped under the Tyrant's crotch.
Though the move was far from elegant, she had no other choice for survival.
After rolling on the ground several times, Jill finally got up and ran straight toward Aiden.
The Tyrant quickly recovered. Some characteristics of the virus allowed its body to adapt to injuries. Jill hadn't gotten far before it caught up to her. It raised its powerful right arm and smashed it down hard.
Boom! The entire room trembled violently, and dust filled the air. The spot where the Tyrant hit formed a deep pit—but Jill was nowhere to be seen.
At the critical moment, Aiden saved Jill once again. Right before the Tyrant's fist came down, he pounced over without hesitation, hugging her and rolling to the side, avoiding Jill becoming a sandwich once more.
Quickly getting up, Aiden carried Jill and ran out of the lab. Jill shouted from his shoulder, "Wait! Barry is still inside."
Aiden acted like he didn't hear, but Jill slapped his back hard, forcing him to stop reluctantly. He put her down and fired his gun at the Tyrant.
What followed was a long chase. Without health bars and scripted mechanics, the Tyrant couldn't be dealt with by ordinary weapons. Their shooting was nothing more than helpless venting.
But gradually, with such high-intensity consumption, their ammo dwindled. Especially the rifle bullets—they had used up the shotgun shells long ago.
In fact, Aiden still had many loose rifle rounds in his backpack, but the Tyrant never gave them time to reload—they were practically useless.
As Jill threw her last magazine to Aiden, she shouted loudly, "Aiden, we need to think of something!"
Aiden loaded the magazine and fired a few shots at the Tyrant, then said, "I have an idea. Let's ask if it can take a halftime break."
"That's a great idea. Why don't you go ask it?" Jill threw away her empty rifle and drew her pistol, Samurai Edge, continuing to shoot. But its effect was far worse than the rifle.
Looking at the Tyrant, who had taken hundreds of bullets and still acted like nothing happened, Aiden shook his head. "Clearly, it doesn't need a break. It's too strong."
After speaking, he fired a few more shots, then heard the click of an empty chamber.
The last rifle magazine was empty. Aiden helplessly threw away the rifle and drew his Glock with an extended magazine.
But even rifle rounds barely harmed the Tyrant—let alone pistol rounds. Their situation became increasingly dangerous, and the Tyrant got closer, swinging its fists and claws at their faces several times.
And something even worse happened—after the prolonged chase, both of them were extremely exhausted, especially Jill. Even though she was strong enough to rival men, she was now gasping for breath.
Soon, Jill made a mistake due to exhaustion—maybe her legs gave out, or she couldn't catch her breath—she slowed down a step and was caught by the Tyrant.
Tall and slender Jill was held in the Tyrant's hand like a chick. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free.
But the Tyrant didn't crush her bones immediately. Instead, it lifted her high and let out a roar toward Aiden, as if issuing a challenge.
The Tyrant, possessing a certain level of intelligence, saw itself as the hunter. Now, it was showing off to its next prey.
Aiden understood what it meant and stopped shooting. Jill was still in its hand—he might hit her by mistake.
'Damn it… why does it feel like I'm playing Resident Evil 5 right now!'
A random thought popped into Aiden's head. Then he shook it off, holstered his pistol, drew his triangular military bayonet, and charged forward.
Jill screamed anxiously, "Aiden, don't do this!"
But Aiden didn't respond. He darted under the Tyrant like a nimble monkey, then stabbed the bayonet hard into the Tyrant's exposed heart.
With a squelch, the bayonet sank in, over half the blade piercing through. With the help of the blood groove, air rushed in, allowing him to pull it out effortlessly.
The moment he pulled the blade out, a large amount of blood gushed from the heart wound. The blood loss was so severe, even the heart's rhythm slowed for a beat.
But the strike still didn't severely injure the Tyrant—instead, it enraged it. This unstable bioweapon roared, threw Jill aside, and backhanded Aiden, who couldn't dodge in time.
It felt like being hit by a speeding truck. Aiden was sent flying, spun several times midair, and crashed hard into a pile of equipment.
Luckily, he wasn't dead. But he was in so much pain that he gasped. Struggling to sit up, he felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Looking at the blood, Aiden saw small pieces of tissue inside. He suspected his internal organs had been smashed.
Still, his will to survive made him try to get up. But after taking two steps, he collapsed again. His strength was rapidly fading—as if drained like water.
On the other side, freed Jill noticed Aiden's condition. She wanted to rush over but was blocked by the Tyrant. She could only keep shooting, trying to attract its attention.
But the out-of-control Tyrant ignored her, walking step by step toward Aiden.
Seeing the Tyrant closing in, Jill gritted her teeth, drew her police bayonet, and shouted as she charged forward, planning to save Aiden the same way he saved her.
But before she got far, she suddenly heard a familiar male voice behind her.
"Jill, get out of the way."
Instinctively turning her head, Jill saw someone standing at the lab entrance—teammate Chris, holding a grenade launcher.
No time to think. Jill dove aside, and Chris pulled the trigger.
Thunk!
With a dull sound, the grenade launched and hit the Tyrant squarely.
Boom! The grenade exploded on the Tyrant's body, blasting a large hole, with blood and meat flying everywhere.
After all, the Tyrant was still a flesh-and-blood creature. Even if it could tank small-caliber bullets, it couldn't withstand a grenade.
Wounded, the Tyrant knelt on the ground. Jill seized the chance, ran to Aiden, picked him up, and fled.
"Hey! Jill, slow down," Aiden called out.
It wasn't that he wasn't manly—Jill's shoulder had bumped his wound.
"Jill, you should eat more. Your bones are too poky," Aiden groaned.
"Are you complimenting me for being light?"
Hearing the man's complaint, Jill wasn't offended—in fact, she felt a bit pleased. At least it meant Aiden was still conscious.
Still, Jill adjusted her posture—one hand under Aiden's armpit, the other under his knees—trying to make him feel more comfortable.
Lying in Jill's arms, Aiden marveled at her incredible strength. He blinked at her and said, "A princess carry, huh? Too bad I'm not a princess, and you're not a knight."
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