"Isn't Zombrex proof enough?"
"For the past six months, you've also been secretly using Zombrex for various experiments, haven't you?"
"As long as they aren't fully infected, this drug can neutralize the virus and pull them back from the brink of death. Modifying it slightly on that basis to retain a bit of the original enhancement—isn't that only logical?"
"Strength, regaining youth, or even… immortality?"
The voice on the phone grew deeper. Spencer listened, his thoughts drifting as he sketched out a beautiful future in his mind.
Obtaining the secret to T-Evolution, completely freeing himself from the effects of aging, and returning to the strong, vigorous state of his youth.
A beautiful future was slowly unfolding.
He was old; how many years did he have left to live?
If he didn't seize this sliver of hope now, he would only be able to take Umbrella Corporation with him to the grave.
Having lived for so long, he was unwilling to accept that.
Besides, calculating the time, Alexia, Alexander's daughter, was nearing the 15-year mark.
Would a superhuman who had perfectly merged with the T-Veronica virus tolerate an aging old man like him holding onto the power of Umbrella Corporation?
Asa was right.
Spencer's mind gradually went blank. From the other end of the phone came a soft, whispering voice:
"Come now, let's meet, or tell me your location."
The soft voice came through the receiver. Spencer's mouth opened slightly. In his heart, the old man felt this consideration was reasonable; since they were trading, there naturally had to be sincerity for both sides to have a foundation for cooperation.
The location of the family Castle was on the tip of his tongue.
However,
"Knock, knock, knock!"
A knocking sound came from the doorway, startling Spencer and instantly waking him from his dazed state.
It was as if he had had a vivid dream; hearing the other person's voice had caused him to instantly black out.
What was that just now?
The moment his reason returned, Spencer realized he had almost exposed the family's location just now—all because of one sentence from the other person!
Cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the frail, aging Spencer. His heart contracted violently, triggering a fit of loud coughing.
Fortunately, the moment his reason returned, Spencer immediately hung up the phone.
Hypnosis, over the phone?
What kind of ability was this? He had never heard of anyone being able to make a person reveal their inner secrets through a few short phrases.
If it hadn't been for the knocking, Spencer really would have told them the location.
The family Castle was his secret base. Once exposed, Spencer would never find a place of refuge that satisfied him again.
Was it brought about by the T-Virus? Did its abilities extend far beyond the enhancement of the human body?
"Cough, cough, cough… cough, cough, cough…"
He was coughing violently, yet deep in Spencer's eyes, there was a profound sense of joy and greed.
He had to obtain the T-Virus!
But this matter was not suitable for Spencer to handle personally. Having almost revealed the coordinates under the other party's inducement over the phone, Spencer felt a deep wariness toward the former Umbrella Corporation employee.
But how could he obtain it?
If the other party stayed in the United States forever, the most Spencer could do was send a group of elite mercenaries; the USS Team did not yet have the capability to forcibly operate in a powerful country.
Or, should he think about what the other party liked and cater to their preferences? Although this was effectively surrendering to them, well, it was for the sake of immortality.
It wasn't shameful.
Perhaps because Spencer hadn't replied for a long time, the person outside the bedroom heard the coughing inside and took the initiative to push the door open.
A woman in a white suit with short blonde hair walked in.
She possessed a cold temperament identical to Albert Wesker's, yet with a touch more elegance. Coupled with her beautiful face, it made people unconsciously fix their attention on this lady.
"Mr. Spencer, are you alright?"
The newcomer's worried gaze fell upon Spencer, who was sitting in his wheelchair.
"Ah, Alex is here. I'm fine, just an old ailment."
Spencer shook his head, a kind smile appearing on his face, like the warm smile an old man at home would show when seeing a younger generation member return for a visit.
Alex Wesker was the woman's name. She was one of the children who had survived the Wesker Project alongside Albert Wesker, and she was also one of Umbrella Corporation's executives.
Alex
Seeing Alex's refined and capable demeanor, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Spencer's mind, and he began to examine her carefully.
Alex frowned, standing in place and waiting quietly.
As one of the only two survivors of the Wesker Project, Alex was long accustomed to Spencer's scrutinizing gaze, but deep within her blue eyes, she was filled with disgust for him.
Did such a stray dog, sitting in a wheelchair with one foot in the grave, still think it was his world?
"Just you wait, old thing."
It could only be said that having the surname Wesker came with a certain talent for backstabbing.
Spencer, standing to the side, did not yet know that he had lost the United States branch and was hiding in the family Castle, his former halo gradually fading away.
He was thinking:
No matter how gifted this person was, she was only 18 years old!
Eighteen, the age of hormones and impulses; perhaps…
Spencer's gaze swept over Alex's face. Decades ago, in the early stages of his physical aging, Spencer had already lost a certain bodily function, and soon after, he had completely lost the concept of aesthetic appreciation for the opposite sex.
In his eyes, only people of value were worth his attention.
Now, he had to re-evaluate and judge her according to the aesthetic standards of his youth.
White suit, slender high heels, well-proportioned figure, though not exactly seductive; short hair, clean and neat; exquisite features; almost no blemishes on her skin.
But soon, Spencer dismissed this thought.
He was grooming Alex to be the successor to his will for immortality. Since she was a child, Spencer had only instilled one thing in Alex:
Loyalty!
So-called loyalty meant helping Spencer achieve immortality. For this, Alex had to sacrifice all her time learning how to become an executive and a genius.
The result was naturally satisfying to him. Today, Alex had become a qualified tool; a tool did not need any thoughts, only to obey his will.
With Alex, even though he was far from the company and rarely issued orders personally, the entire company remained under Spencer's control.
This was Alex's function: a useful tool.
As a major bargaining chip, she could not be played right at the start.
Spencer thought as much, but if the other party really proposed exchanging Alex for immortality, he would never hesitate.
He had too few cards. The lack of intelligence on the other party left Spencer with no cards to play. Moreover, Alex's status was special; she was simply not suitable.
How could I have thought of such an impossible method?
Spencer felt more and more that he was old.
He looked at the beauty in the white suit and decided to ask for her opinion.
"Alex, what do you think?"