Shadow of the Beautiful World

In the middle of the night, Pierce, leaning on a cane, sent Merlin out of his house.

He watched Merlin step into the darkness, and then disappeared in the twisted shadows.

The old man stood at the door, looking at the direction where Merlin disappeared. He stood there like a stone statue, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Pierce returned to the house, and he waited quietly until ten minutes later, after confirming that Merlin would not return suddenly, he stood up tremblingly and walked to his small study.

There is an ornamental fireplace there.

He took a small bag from a desk drawer, and tossed a handful of powder into the fireplace.

Amid the rising green light, a portal set up by Lady Hydra opened in his study.

Pierce looked at the green flame burning in the fireplace in disgust.

As an old man who was dying, he hated this magical way of traveling. Every time he passed through this burning door, he would suffer for a long time like the most severe seasickness.

But fortunately, since it is a creation of magical magic, there must be corresponding magic that can eliminate this terrible sequelae.

He picked up a gray-green bracelet from the edge of the desk, wrapped it around his wrist, and leaned on his cane, stepping into the green flame.

The next moment, Pierce came to the mountains of Raccoon City in the dizzying light and shadow, and appeared in the underground beehive base of the umbrella.

Well

Even with the protection of the magic bracelet, Pierce's face was still pale after experiencing a bad teleportation experience.

He stood there, breathing with some difficulty.

Soon, someone handed over a glass of mild and just right water.

It's Lady Hydra.

She sensed the magic fluctuations coming from her study, so she rushed over quickly.

It's rare to see you in such a mess.

The master of black magic, who had known Pierce well in the early years, sat comfortably in a wheelchair, watching Pierce gulp down the glass of water, with a nasty smile on her face, she said:

Didn't you say you'd never use this thing?

Because the situation is urgent.

Pierce replied angrily:

And I don't feel comfortable letting you go and do things anymore, so I came here in person.

All right.

Lady Hydra was speechless to refute.

In the last few missions, I don't know which master I offended, and various situations have occurred frequently.

Not to mention Pierce, even Madame Hydra herself can't stand the continuous failure of the connection.

How's the situation here?

Pierce put the water glass on the table, looked back at Mrs. Larson, and said:

Is anyone still investigating you?

have.

Madam waved her hand casually, and she said:

On the afternoon of the second day after the witcher agents withdrew, an agent team from the Colorado s.d. branch entered Raccoon City.

Obviously, the difficult Mr. Merlin has not given up his suspicion of us just because the investigation mission is over.

However, a group of ordinary agents will undoubtedly find nothing useful in Raccoon City.

Don't take it lightly! You have suffered so many times because you underestimated the enemy, isn't that enough to make you wise?

Pierce reminded:

Ordinary people do miracles occasionally.

I don't.

Madame said:

I put out a bait and led them in a pointless direction. They thought they found a clue, but they were just wasting time

I know how to deal with ordinary people. I don't need you to teach me this, Pierce.

All right.

Pierce no longer insisted, he said to Mrs. Hydra:

Take me to meet the devil's advocate, has his memory recovered?

Honestly, I'm not sure.

Lady Hydra, who was always full of confidence, also seemed a little hesitant at this moment.

She gestured for Pierce to follow him, and whispered:

I did three oblivion spell washing rituals for him, and he seemed to remember something, but how can I say that the washing rituals may have damaged his brain, or that there was nothing in his brain at all, anyway, what he's showing now Pretty abnormal.

Crazy.

Sitting in a wheelchair propelled forward by magic, the lady frowned and described:

The brain is full of crazy and chaotic thoughts, like a real mental patient, unconstrained, but in the chaos out of control, but strangely maintains a personal will.

I've used a lot of mind magic, but I can't find anything of value in his mind at all.

Lady Hydra turned her head to Pierce and said:

So it's hard for me to be sure whether he has recovered his memory or not.

The clown is a madman.

Pierce didn't care much. He leaned on a cane and walked in the base of the umbrella like an old gentleman. While looking at the laboratories on both sides of the passage, he said softly:

If you've read his S.H.I.E.L.D. stuff, it's not hard to spot that.

He's a dangerous lunatic with a mind full of chaotic thoughts, happy to play some fucking games with some street heroes in that damn place in Gotham.

Only such a person will be chosen by the devil. Merlin marked his danger level as ss. In this regard, I am willing to trust Merlin's judgment.

Pierce's footsteps stopped. He stood outside a laboratory. He looked at the biological cabin placed in the laboratory. He said to Mrs. Hydra beside him:

That thing, what is that? It looks like a person

that.

Madam introduced to her boss with great interest:

That is our most proud work. He is the most powerful individual in the t-serum series, representing the ultimate enhancement of t-serum. Regardless of the cost, it cannot be mass-produced.

But he himself represents the highest-end combat power of the T-series serum, and he hasn't finished it yet.

After he and another experimental subject complete the modulation, his power can easily rival your Avengers. And in the future, after the new order comes, he will also become a strong defender of the order.

Um.

Pierce nodded:

It does look full of power. What's his name?

The real name is Billy Russo. He was one of the two ordinary people who killed the out-of-control tyrant at that time. He used to be an excellent battlefield veteran. Now, he has a new name.

Lady Hydra snapped her fingers, and she said:

I call him 'Sleeping God', a sleeping god on earth.

The god of the world? Him?

Pierce sneered and shook his head:

I once heard Merlin refer to another person as the god of the world, but it certainly can't be him

Hmph, isn't it? You won't know until you fight.

Madam said unconvinced:

I don't think the fighters I make will be worse than those superhumans.

Besides, the 'Sleeping God' tyrant is just one of the top products of the umbrella. He only represents the power of the t serum, and in our product system, t has been outdated for a long time.

But it's useless to tell you these things. Anyway, you just regard them as cannon fodder for order. In your eyes, they are no different from omnics that can be sacrificed.

Come with me, the clown is right ahead.

Lady Hydra turned the wheelchair, and she took Pierce further into the base, she said:

However, what I'm curious about is, are you really willing to let that dangerous lunatic out? Don't you know what kind of damage he will cause? I don't think you are a person who can sit back and watch the order be destroyed.

I can't.

Pierce said:

But I also know that sometimes you have to be hard-hearted, and if you want to find the best, you have to be prepared to put your hands in the filth.

Of course, I will make restrictions for him.

—

Well, dear Wesker, are you bringing me food again?

In a dimly lit bondage room, the Joker is sitting in a chair, playing poker by himself.

He's wearing a dirty shirt and a little green vest with weird, dirty marks all over it, but that's not to say the Umbrella employees are deliberately abusing the guy.

not really.

It's a research base, it has strict sanitation standards, and it's pretty much one of the cleanest areas in the entire world.

As a new guest here, the clown was treated very well as a matter of course. The shirts he wore were more expensive than most office workers' clothes, and even changed clothes every day.

But this guy seems to have a talent, he can always turn clean things into dirty in the shortest time.

And Wesker, who has been in charge of taking care of the clown recently, has absolute reason to suspect that this guy did it on purpose.

But the handsome blond Wesker didn't have the same knowledge as a lunatic.

Wearing sunglasses, he put a reasonable mix of meat and vegetables on his expressionless face, which looked appetizing, and placed it on the table in front of the clown, with a plastic fork that would bend with a little force.

Before this guy goes crazy again.

On the day he was awakened, he cut the neck of the staff member who delivered him food with an iron fork, almost killing the unlucky guy on the spot.

After that day, Wesker took care of the Joker himself.

I have to thank you, Wesker.

The clown covered the playing cards in his hand and put them on the table. He picked up the plastic fork and raised his head while eating.

A big, awkward, and weird smile appeared on the colorfully painted face.

Just like being a real clown.

Ugh, this guy is asking for these paints for makeup too, and if you don't give him, he'll make a fuss and even bang his head against the wall

Although the walls of this bondage room are soft, he always has a way to hurt himself.

I have to thank you for taking care of me for so many days, really.

The clown chewed his food, he said vaguely:

Others regard me as a lunatic. Although they don't say it, their eyes reveal their thoughts. They all hate me and are afraid of me.

Especially after I slit that little girl's neck, they wanted to throw me in one of your lab pods. They wanted to do crazy things to me because they hated me.

Everyone is hating me, but I'm pretty innocent.

The clown snapped his fingers and said in an innocent voice:

People are always unable to resist those screams rising in the heart, those desires, they howl for me to hurt others

I really didn't mean it, I just wanted to play with her, that girl is so cute especially after I put on her makeup

The madman poked his cheek with his finger, and said:

That reminds me of an acquaintance of mine in Arkham. What was her name? Quinn? Harley? Ah, forgot, forget it, it doesn't matter anyway.

You are a good friend, Wesker, you have never looked at me with that kind of monster eyes, everyone is the same in your eyes

Yes, you laugh occasionally, but when you do, the look in your eyes remains the same.

The clown picked up a piece of beef with a fork and put it in his mouth. He leaned back on the chair in a sloppy gesture, and said to the expressionless Wesker standing beside him:

You always wear sunglasses to hide that look, don't you, friend.

There is no difference between the living and the dead in your eyes. Only when you look at those experimental subjects will you really come alive. Let me guess, you think they are your kind.

Wow, you are really crazy, much more crazy than me.

There was an exaggerated smile on that weird face, this guy seemed to be deliberately provoking Wesker, he said:

I was right, wasn't I? Why didn't you answer?

Wesker remained indifferent, like a stone statue, as if he hadn't heard the clown's crazy words at all.

you answer me!

The clown with a smile on his face suddenly burst into flames at the next moment. He jumped up with a hideous face and grabbed Wesker's collar.

He put his legs between Wesker's waist, pressed the plastic fork against Wesker's neck, and tried to grab Wesker's sunglasses.

Snapped

With a wave of Wesker's hand, the clown was smashed to the ground.

Ha, ha ha, ah ha ha!

The lunatic curled up on the ground, but laughed like a wild animal. He laughed backwards and forwards. He pointed at Wesker, as if he was watching a big joke.

I'm right, haha, why are you angry when you become angry? My friend.

The clown lay on the ground and opened his arms to Wesker, as if asking for a hug. He said:

Why don't you smile, my friend.

We are the same kind of people, oh, no, no, no, I'm just crazy, and you, you can't describe it as crazy anymore.

You have accepted the fact that you are a monster. You hate this world more than I do. I need to stay here and wait for the summoning of the big man, and you

Hehe, you still have to serve an old woman.

The clown said in a high-pitched voice:

The old woman is not easy to deal with, right? You hate her, but you are afraid of her, you want to kill her, but you are afraid of failure, tsk tsk, how pitiful.

Wesker picked up the plastic fork from the ground expressionlessly, then picked up the unfinished dinner plate, turned and walked out of the prison cell.

Don't go!

The clown was lying on the door of the prison cell, and he screamed:

We're not done talking yet!

But Wesker doesn't want to hear him anymore, the bloody lunatic

Yet so insightful.

gotta stay away from him.

Lest that blunt guy say something he shouldn't

Tch, what a disappointment.

The clown sat back on the chair by himself and started playing cards alone. He complained:

I won't give you candy!

A few minutes later, the door of the prison room was opened again, and the moment the door was pushed open, the clown suddenly turned his head.

He looked at Madame Hydra and Pierce standing beside her, the lunatic showed a big smile, and he waved at Pierce.

Hi, hello, big man

I'm waiting for you.