Zheng Zha left the building along with the employees clocking out. For the past five days, he had been like an employee of the Umbrella Corporation—leaving early and returning late, yet looking distinctly unsatisfied. He seemed more like a dedicated staff member than the real Umbrella personnel.

Zhan Lan’s voice remained silent for over ten seconds before suddenly breaking the quiet: "No, someone is tracking you from behind… Wait, there are many people ambushing nearby. On the distant high-rises, there are several snipers. They are loading specialized rounds, seemingly a potent anesthetic… What should we do?" A thread of anxiety began to weave into her voice. Although she knew this moment was inevitable, facing the reality of Zheng Zha being surrounded and attacked made her mood indescribably tense and urgent.

Zheng Zha’s eyes instantly glazed over with a look of vacancy. He then communicated with Zhan Lan mentally, "It's alright. Just send me the mental power scan map of this area. If I get captured, don't attempt to attack or reveal your identity. Remember to just follow me with the mental scan… Go back and tell Chu Xuan that the Central Continent Team is temporarily in his charge…" As Zheng Zha spoke, he retracted the Dragon Crystal Necklace from around his neck and placed it into his Spatial Ring. Before coming out, he had already handed the main Spatial Pouch containing everyone’s weapons to Chu Xuan. His only current concern was the safety of the Spatial Ring; if that were taken away, he would be forced to fight barehanded.

"Zhan Lan, did you manage to leave any trace of your spiritual power or anything on this Spatial Ring? That way, even if it’s taken, you can quickly locate it again…" Zheng Zha pondered for a moment, communicating via thought.

Zhan Lan quickly replied, "Yes, of course, I have a way. I just need to affix a bit of my spiritual energy to it… Zheng Zha, please be extremely careful. If they try to dissect you or inject you with any chemicals inside the research facility, you must resist. Even if this mission fails, I don't want you to…" "Relax, relax, I promise nothing will happen to me!" Zheng Zha quickly replied with a smile, then continued walking forward with his vacant, unseeing eyes.

Not long after he started walking, dozens of security personnel suddenly emerged from the surroundings, isolating the rest of the crowd. Over ten of them stood guard at a distance, watching his position intently. The pedestrians nearby also sensed that something was wrong and began fleeing toward the far end of the plaza.

Gradually, a large open space was left with only Zheng Zha standing silently in the center.

(Are they going to snipe me now? Yes, I've confirmed it—they are using sniper rounds loaded with a special anesthetic. So there’s no need to dodge…) Zheng Zha found the situation almost amusing in his mind. Given his physical capabilities, it was questionable whether an anesthetic strong enough to sedate an elephant could even affect him. Coupled with his Vampire constitution and Giant Dragon Cell reinforcement, forget an anesthetic. If they actually injected him with the T-Virus, his somatic cells would probably devour it instantly.

(No choice, I have to play along.) Zheng Zha focused his intent and deliberately made a move as if to bolt outwards. He managed to run only a few meters before several shots rang out—peng, peng. He felt sharp pain and numbness instantly hit his chest, back, shoulders, and thigh, and he immediately collapsed to the ground. However, the paralyzing sensation came and went quickly; clearly, this anesthetic couldn't truly incapacitate him. But to be captured successfully, he resigned himself to the situation, closing his eyes and lying still on the ground.

The surrounding guards immediately erupted in noise, and over ten of them began sprinting towards him. Several black sedans moved even faster, arriving at Zheng Zha’s side before the guards could get close. Several figures dressed in black leaped out of the cars. One of them held a syringe containing a green liquid and, without hesitation, injected it directly into Zheng Zha’s shoulder. After receiving the injection, Zheng Zha actually felt his head growing heavy, as if he was drifting off to sleep in a daze. Before he could circulate his internal energy to resist, he slipped into a fuzzy, dream-like unconsciousness…

Zheng Zha slowly opened his eyes in a haze, then violently pushed off the ground and instantly snapped into a defensive posture, surveying his surroundings. Within seconds, he had mentally pieced together everything that had happened, which immediately sent a cold sweat down his entire body. It was certainly enough to warrant terror. He had only intended to put on a show for the Umbrella Corporation to gain smooth entry into their research facility. Who knew that Umbrella wasn't just a name to rely on; they actually possessed high-tech items capable of knocking him out. Considering his physical resilience, being subdued by drugs seemed absurd, yet the Umbrella Corporation had actually managed it.

(I was careless. Thankfully, nothing happened during that time. If they had dissected and sliced me while I was asleep, I wouldn't even have had a chance to complain…) Only now did Zheng Zha take the opportunity to look closely at his surroundings. He was in a sealed, empty, windowless room. Aside from a large steel door, there was nothing else. The walls were thick, silver steel plating. This was clearly a containment cell, designed specifically to keep him imprisoned.

Zheng Zha then examined his body. There were basically no wounds anywhere, save for a few impact marks where the anesthetic bullets had struck. Furthermore, his Spatial Ring had been confiscated, and a heavy steel collar was now around his neck. This collar was unexpected. He figured it must be one of those devices that explode with the press of a button, like in the movies.

(It seems nothing too terrible has happened yet. As long as they don't inflict physical harm or inject me with things like the T-Virus, it should be fine…) Zheng Zha thought to himself, slowly approaching the steel door. However, the moment he lightly touched the door, a powerful current of electricity shot straight through the door and into his body. With a sharp pa sound, he was thrown backward onto the ground by the immense force of the charge, his entire left arm beginning to tremble violently.

Simultaneously, the entire situation in the room was being transmitted by a surveillance camera nestled in a corner. In the monitoring room, several men in black stared blankly at the feed. One of them mumbled foolishly, "My God, that was high voltage capable of burning a man to charcoal! And he only had a few spasms in his arm? Damn it, look, he’s actually standing up again! That monster!"

"That's right, he is a monster…" Behind this group of men in black stood a middle-aged man wearing a researcher’s uniform. Watching Zheng Zha shake his arm on the screen, he commented, "His physical aptitude is monstrous… The newly developed high-intensity cell debilitation fluid only managed to keep him unconscious for a little over three hours. For an ordinary person, just one-tenth of that dose induces near-instantaneous suspended animation until cell death. But he has somehow revived as if nothing happened. Do you know the results of the brief physical examination we just performed? His muscle strength, tissue density, and cellular integrity all exceed that of a normal person by more than tenfold. Calling him a superhuman would be an understatement. And that's only the surface-level assessment. More importantly, the G-Virus within his body has evolved yet again…"

"I truly believe he carries the G-Virus now. But this G-Virus has evolved further. The cells we found within him possess almost unbelievable reproductive capabilities. Both vitality and regenerative capacity for bodily tissues are incomparably strong. If an ordinary person were injected with such cells, their physical resilience would increase by at least double, perhaps more… It’s just that his somatic cells contain too powerful a life force. The white mice we previously injected with his cells were killed by the cellular backlash. What a pity; if we could withstand that backlash…" This middle-aged man gradually sank into his own world, continuously muttering about how to extract the evolved G-Virus variant from Zheng Zha—a power capable of changing the world—how to counteract that overwhelming cellular backlash, and how to inject himself with these cells to become a superhuman himself. By the end, he had become as frenzied as a mad scientist, alternating between weeping and laughing, which sent chills down the spines of the men in black…

Zheng Zha sat on the floor, shaking his arm. He didn't believe this high-voltage barrier could stop him from leaving. If he entered his 'Destruction' state, there were countless ways to obliterate this place. A small research facility like this was no longer a primary concern for him. What truly unsettled him was the fact that he could no longer contact Zhan Lan. No matter how he spoke or tried to reach her through their mental link, he received no response whatsoever. This was his greatest worry.

As Zheng Zha remained seated, deep in thought, a male voice suddenly echoed in the room: "Hello, Mr. Zheng Zha. Let me introduce myself first. I am the newly appointed leader of the research team assigned to you. You may call me 'Leader.' I cannot tell you my name, but I believe we should have a good conversation, shouldn't we? Mr. Zheng Zha, or perhaps I should call you G-Virus Carrier? Or Super Evolver?"