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The thick, bulletproof observation window was shattered by a single shot.
Two men in STARS uniforms were desperately trying to escape.
One of them, tall with short black hair, was Chris Redfield.
The other one, slightly overweight and with a beard, was Barry Burton.
Their shotguns and magnum pistols kept firing.
[Bang! Bang bang!]
Large-caliber bullets hitting the tyrant's grayish-white skin only produced tiny sparks and shallow dents, failing to cause any effective damage.
The tyrant's movements may appear clumsy, but they are actually incredibly swift.
Each swing of the claws was accompanied by a whistling sound as they tore through the air.
Chris had just rolled away to dodge a sweeping attack when the claws slammed heavily into the spot where he had been standing, creating a shallow crater in the alloy floor.
"Damn it! This guy's skin is too thick!"
Chris was panting heavily.
"We're almost out of bullets!"
Barry leaned against a metal cabinet that had been half overturned, quickly changing magazines, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
His large-caliber revolver was incredibly powerful, but had little effect on the tyrant.
Each shot only paused the tyrant's movements briefly before unleashing an even more ferocious counterattack.
They were completely suppressed.
They could only rely on the remaining obstacles in the research lab to stall for time.
But this is not a long-term solution.
The space here is being destroyed bit by bit by the tyrant.
"Chris! Barry!"
Jill couldn't help but shout it out.
Upon hearing Jill's voice, Chris and Barry, who were dodging, were startled and turned around abruptly.
"Jill?!"
Chris had an expression of disbelief on his face.
"How will you be here?!"
Barry was both surprised and delighted.
But the T-102 Tyrant won't give them time to reminisce.
It noticed the newcomer at the door.
Or rather, they noticed the enormous metal object that had squeezed through the door.
The tracks of the T-100 Talking Tom tank crunched over the debris on the ground, and the six-barreled Gatling gun began to rotate, emitting a buzzing preheating sound.
The owl-shaped electronic eye locked onto the tyrant with its red light.
The tyrant let out a deep roar, abandoned Chris and Barry, and turned its massive body toward the door.
The exposed, beating heart gave off an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Saeko Busujima gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, lowered her body slightly, and assumed a fighting stance.
She could sense that the tyrant before her, like the chariots and the Hanged Man she had destroyed before, was a biological weapon created purely for destruction and slaughter.
Very strong.
But it's also very interesting.
"Hey! Those two over there!"
Nami's voice suddenly rang out, clear and calm, drowning out some of the alarm and roar.
She didn't look at the tyrant, but shouted at Chris and Barry, who were still in a daze.
"Barry! Chris! You two hide! Hand over to the tank!"
Chris and Barry were stunned again.
Chariot?
They followed Nami's gaze.
That strangely shaped, tracked humanoid battle vehicle with a giant cat head on top?
Hand it over to this thing?
What is this? Umbrella's new toy?
But they had no time to hesitate.
The tyrant had already taken heavy steps and was rushing towards the door.
The ground was shaking.
"Quick! Get cover!" Jill shouted urgently.
Chris and Barry are both experienced warriors who can make judgments instantly.
Although they didn't understand the situation, Jill's warning, the strange girl's shouts, and the tyrant's charge prompted them to take immediate action.
The two rushed toward the nearest, seemingly sturdy obstacle as fast as they could.
Almost at the same time they lay down.
The T-100 Talking Tom's Tank has moved.
It wasn't the Gatling gun on the right, but the shoulder-fired RPG rocket launcher on the left.
【call out! 】
An RPG rocket, trailing a long white smoke trail, hurtled straight toward the charging T-102 Tyrant at astonishing speed!
Rockets!
Chris and Barry's pupils dilated.
This tank even comes equipped with an RPG?
That's some serious firepower!
Faced with the whistling rockets, the T-102 Tyrant made no attempt to dodge.
Its eyes are filled only with purity and slaughter.
Just moments before the rocket was about to hit its exposed heart.
The tyrant swung his huge, ferocious claw forward with a sudden thud!
The movement was so fast that it left only a blur!
【clang!】
A sharp sound of metal clashing!
The high-speed RPG rocket was actually blocked and knocked away precisely by the tyrant's claws!
The rocket changed direction and flew upwards at an angle.
[BOOM!!!]
The next second, the rocket slammed into the ceiling of the research lab!
A violent explosion occurred!
Sparks flew! Shockwaves spread!
The entire research lab shook violently!
A huge hole was blown open in the ceiling, and countless pieces of concrete, twisted steel bars, and broken pipes rained down like rain!
Smoke is everywhere!
"Get down!" Gil shouted, pulling Nami and Saeko Busujima down to avoid the falling rubble.
Chris and Barry stayed close behind the cover, the rubble hitting the metal cabinet with a crackling sound.
The massive T-100 Talking Tom tank was hit by several large rocks, making a dull thud, but it didn't budge, its tracks deeply embedded in the ground.
The smoke and dust dissipated slightly.
The T-102 Tyrant stood still, unharmed except for some dust on its body.
It slowly raised its head and looked at the large hole in the ceiling where debris was still falling, seemingly puzzled.
Then, it turned its attention back to the [T-100 Talking Tom Tank].
That RPG shot just now seems to have angered it.
The deep roar sounded again, even more ferocious than before.
"my God……"
Barry looked at the unharmed Tyrant, then at the large hole in the ceiling, his voice trembling slightly, "It...it sent the RPG flying?"
Chris's expression turned serious, and he tightened his grip on the gun.
"This guy... is a monster among monsters."
He looked at Jill at the door, the two unfamiliar girls, and the strange chariot.
"Jill! What are you all doing...?"
He didn't finish his sentence.
【Da da da da da da!】
The six-barreled Gatling gun of the T-100 Talking Tom tank opened fire fiercely at this moment!
The scorching bullets, like a fire dragon, poured down on the [T-102 Tyrant]!
The battle has begun again.