Late at night, Pierce, who was 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 Meilin disappeared. He stood there like a stone statue, and didn't know what he was thinking.

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

There is a fireplace for decoration.

He took a small bag from the desk drawer and threw a handful of powder towards the fireplace.

As the green light rose, a portal built by Mrs. Hydra opened in his study.

Pierce looked at the green flame burning in the fireplace in front of her in disgust.

As an old man who is about to die, he hates this magical way of traveling far away. Every time he passes through this burning door, he will feel like the most intense seasick person and feel uncomfortable for a long time.

Fortunately, since it is a creature of magical magic, there must be a corresponding magic that can eliminate this bad sequelae.

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

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

"Um"

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

He stood there, breathing with some difficulty.

Soon, someone handed me a glass of gentle and just right water.

It's Mrs. Hydra.

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

"There are not many opportunities to see you in such a mess."

The black magic master who had been familiar with Pierce in her early years sat comfortably in a wheelchair. As Pierce swallowed the glass of water in big mouthfuls, a terrible smile on her face, she said:

"Didn't you say you'll never use this thing?"

“Because of the urgent situation.”

Pierce replied unhappily:

"And I'm no longer assured to let you go and do things, so I'm here in person."

"All right."

Mrs. Hydra retorted speechlessly.

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

Not to mention Pierce, even Mrs. Hydra herself could not stand the failure of the connection.

"How is the situation here?"

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

"Is anyone else investigating you?"

"have."

The lady waved her hand casually, and she said:

"On the afternoon of the second day after the Demon Hunter Agents evacuated, a team of agents from the SL.D., Colorado Division entered Raccoon City."

"It is obvious that the difficult Mr. Merlin did not give up his suspicion of us because of the end of the investigation mission."

"But how to say it, a group of ordinary agents, in Raccoon City, undoubtedly could not find anything useful."

"Don't take it lightly! You have suffered so many losses because of underestimating the enemy. Isn't this enough to make you wise?"

Pierce reminded:

"Ordinary people can occasionally create miracles."

"I don't."

The lady said:

"I released a bait and led them in a meaningless direction. They thought they had found clues, but they were just wasting time."

"I know very well how to deal with ordinary people. You don't need to teach me this, Pierce."

"All right."

Pierce stopped insisting, he said to Mrs. Hydra:

"Have me taken to meet the devil's spokesperson, has his memory recovered?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure."

Mrs. Hydra, who had always been full of confidence, also seemed a little hesitant at this moment.

She made a gesture and signaled Pierce to follow him, while whispering:

"I did three forgetfulness wash rituals for him. He seemed to remember something, but how could it be that wash rituals might have ruined his brain, or that brain was empty, and in short, he was acting quite abnormally now."

“It’s crazy.”

The lady sitting in a wheelchair driven by magic, frowned and said:

"The mind is full of crazy and chaotic thoughts, like a real mental patient, imaginative, but in the chaos and out of control, it strangely maintains a personalized will."

"I used a lot of spiritual magic, but in his mind, I couldn't find anything of value at all."

Mrs. Hydra turned her head and said to Pierce:

"So it's hard for me to determine whether he has recovered his memory."

"The clown is a lunatic."

Pierce didn't care much. He walked in the base of the umbrella like an old gentleman while looking at the laboratories on both sides of the passage, and he whispered:

"If you read his information at S.H.E.L.D., it's not difficult to find this."

"He is a dangerous lunatic, his mind is full of chaos, and he is happy to play some hell games with some street heroes in that ghost place in Gotham."

"There is only such a person who will be chosen by the devil. Merlin marked his danger as ss, and in this regard, I am willing to believe Merlin's judgment."

Pierce stopped, standing outside a laboratory, looking at the biological compartment placed in the laboratory, he said to Mrs. Hydra beside him:

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

"that."

The lady introduced her boss with great interest:

"That is our most proud work. He is the most powerful individual in the T-Serum series. It represents the ultimate strengthening of T-Serum. It is impossible to be mass-produced regardless of cost."

"But he himself represents the highest strength of the T-series serum, and he hasn't completed it yet."

"When he and another experimental subject complete modulation, the power he possesses can easily match your Avengers. And in the future, after the arrival of the new order, he will also become a powerful defender of the order."

"Um."

Pierce nodded:

"It really looks full of power. What's his name?"

"Real name is Billy Russo, one of the two ordinary people who killed the out-of-control tyrant at that time. He was once an excellent battlefield veteran, and now he has a new name."

Mrs. Hydra bounced her fingers and said:

"I call him the 'Sleeping God', a sleeping god in the world."

"The God of the Human World? He?"

Pierce sneered and shook his head:

"I heard Merlin call another person by the god of the world, but it certainly won't be him."

"Hmph, right? You have to know after you have beaten it."

The lady said unconvincedly:

"I don't think the warriors I made myself would be worse than those superhumans."

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

"But it's useless to tell you these things. You just treat them as cannon fodder for order. In your eyes, they are no different from the intelligent weapons that can be sacrificed."

"Come with me, the clown is right in front."

Mrs. Hydra turned the wheelchair and she took Pierce to go deeper into the base, she said:

"But I'm curious, are you really willing to let that dangerous madman go? Don't you know what kind of damage he will cause? I think you are not a person who can sit and watch the order be destroyed."

"I can't."

Pierce said:

"But I also know that occasionally you have to make up your mind and to find the best thing, you have to be prepared to put your hands in filth."

"Of course, I'll make restrictions for him."

—

"Well, my dear Wisk, are you here to deliver me food again?"

In a dimly lit bondage room, the clown is sitting on a chair, playing cards alone.

He was wearing a dirty shirt and a small green vest covered with weird, dirty marks, but that wasn't to say that the umbrella employee was deliberately abused by the guy.

not really.

This is a research base with strict hygiene standards, and it is almost one of the cleanest areas in the world.

As a new guest here, the clown was treated well for granted. The shirt he wore was more expensive than most office workers' clothes, and even changed clothes every day.

But this guy is like a talent, he can always make clean things dirty in the shortest time.

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

However, the blonde handsome Wisk did not have the same knowledge as a lunatic.

He wore sunglasses and expressed his expressionlessly a midnight snack that looked so popular that he put a lot of appetite on the table in front of the clown, with a plastic fork that would bend with a little force.

Stop this guy going crazy anymore.

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

After that day, Wisk began to take care of the clown himself.

"I have to thank you, Wisk."

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

A big, awkward, weird smile appeared on his face, which was painted with color.

Like a real clown.

Well, these paints used for "makeup" are also what this guy wants. If he doesn't give them to him, he will make a big fuss and even hit his head against the wall.

Although the walls of this restraint room were soft, he always had a way to hurt himself.

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

The clown chewed the food, and he said vaguely:

"The others treat 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 cut that little girl's neck, they all wanted to throw me into your laboratory cabins. They wanted to do something crazy to me because they hated me."

"Everyone hates me, but I'm quite innocent."

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

"People can never resist the screams and desires that rise in their hearts, and howls and let me 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 makeup for her."

The madman poked his finger on his cheek, and he said:

"That reminds me of an acquaintance in Arkham, what is her name? Quinn? Halle? Ah, forget it, forget it, it doesn't matter anyway."

"You are a good friend, Wisk, you have never looked at me with the look of monsters, everyone is the same in your eyes."

"Yes, you will laugh occasionally, but your eyes still haven't changed when you smile."

The clown inserted a piece of beef with a fork and put it in his mouth. He leaned against the chair in a swaying manner and said to the expressionless Wisk, who was standing beside him:

"You always wear sunglasses just to cover up that look, right? Friend."

"There is no difference between the living and the dead in your eyes. Only when you look at those experimental subjects can you truly come back to life and let me guess, you think they are your kind."

"Wow, you're so crazy, much crazy than me."

An exaggerated smile appeared on the weird face. The guy seemed to be deliberately provoking Wesk, he said:

"I'm right, right? Why don't you answer?"

Wisk remained cold, 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 out the next moment. He jumped up with a hideous face and grabbed Wesker's collar.

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

"Bang"

With a wave of Wisk, the clown was smashed to the ground.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

The madman curled up on the ground, but laughed like a beast. He laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth. He pointed at Wisk, as if he was watching a huge joke.

"I'm right, haha, why are you angry when you are so angry? Friend."

The clown lay on the ground, spreading his arms to Wisk, as if he was asking for a hug, he said:

"Why not smile? Friend."

"We are the same kind of people, oh, no, no, no, I'm just crazy, and you, you can no longer describe it as crazy."

"You have accepted the fact that you are a monster. You hate this world more than me. I need to stay here and wait for the summons of the big guys, and you"

"Haha, you have to serve an old lady."

The clown said in a sharp voice:

"That old woman is not easy to deal with, right? You hate her, but you are afraid of her, want to kill her, but you are afraid of failure. Tsk, it's so pitiful."

Wisk picked up the plastic fork from the ground expressionlessly, then picked up the unfinished plate, turned around and walked out of the imprisonment room.

"Don't leave!"

The clown lay at the door of the prison room and screamed:

"We haven't finished talking yet!"

But Wisk no longer wants to listen to him, this hell madman

But he has such insight into people's hearts.

Have to stay away from him.

To avoid the unspoken guy saying something that shouldn't be said

"It's really disappointing."

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

"I won't give you candy!"

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

He looked at Mrs. Hydra and Pierce standing beside her, and the madman showed a big smile and waved at Pierce.

"Hi, hello, big man"
Chapter completed!