[TWD x Resident Evil] — Chapter 523 - Turning Against Each Other

Leon stepped out of the crumbling courtyard. Five T-02s followed at his heels like five gray-white iron towers.

He'd thought this deal was finished.

He'd made a killing. Head back, set up proper security for the Leech Moat, and dump that research lunatic William Birkin on Candice and Marcus as slave labor.

Perfect plan.

But that old fox Wesker was a sore loser.

Engines tore through the silence of the Arklay Mountains.

Not one or two pickups. An entire heavy armored convoy.

Hummer H1s. Stryker wheeled APCs.

They ground through the neatly trimmed hedgerows and sealed off every inch of open ground in front of the Spencer Mansion.

Dozens of infrared laser beams sliced through the mist and settled, dense as a swarm, across Leon's chest and the five Tyrants' broad torsos.

Enough firepower to run a small war.

Static crackled from the Loudspeaker. Then Wesker's voice.

"You're not leaving today."

"Cooperate, and I'll spare your life. All I need is the method you used to control the Tyrants."

"If you won't cooperate — you can stay here permanently."

Desperate.

Leon stood his ground and said nothing. His gaze tracked over those cannons, marking the calibers.

The T-02s were thick-skinned, muscle density off the charts.

But flesh and blood didn't stop heavy ordnance.

A straight charge and he'd lose 2, maybe 3 of his 5 bodyguards. The survivors would be missing limbs.

He hadn't burned through all that effort, forcing the Mental Network connection, spending his own blood to bridge it, just to haul a pile of scrap back to Atlanta.

Leave some work for Wesker. Fair was fair.

"All right. I'll give you an answer."

Leon turned his head. His gaze settled on the two T-02s standing at the outermost flanks.

One had a right arm mutated into an oversized double-blade. The other was half-covered in jagged bone spurs.

You two.

The command went through the Mental Network, clean and simple.

"Stay behind."

"Tear apart anything still breathing."

"Buy me time to get clear."

"Push into the thickest clusters of men. Make them afraid to use heavy firepower."

"After that, do whatever you want. The more you kill, the better."

Then Leon lifted the suppression.

The berserk instincts of the ultimate bio-weapon came off the leash all at once.

Their dull, downcast eyes flushed red. Roars tore out of their throats, the kind that made eardrums ache down to the bone.

No battle speech. No tactical spacing.

The double-blade Tyrant's legs drove hard. It closed on the nearest Hummer in seconds.

The steel plate crumpled like cardboard.

The half-meter bone blade came through in a single cleaving arc and sheared off the rooftop gunner along with half the vehicle's cab. Blood and engine oil hit the ground together.

The bone-spur Tyrant didn't even acknowledge the incoming fire. With that bone armor coating half its body, 5.56mm rounds were an annoyance at best, a few sparks, nothing more. Only a heavy machine gun would make it flinch, and nobody was firing one yet.

It ran like a rhinoceros and slammed into the side armor of a Stryker.

Metal shrieked.

The entire vehicle skidded half a meter sideways.

The Tyrant closed one massive claw around the heavy machine gun barrel and bent it in half. Then it drove a fist through the bulletproof windshield, reached into the cab, dragged out the screaming driver, and threw him.

The defensive line folded in an instant.

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