Wesker swallowed another gulp, but the sound was already much smaller. Klan took off his glasses and let out a long sigh. Someone was taking deep breaths, someone was clenching their fists, someone was biting their lips...
But fear was completely absent on anyone's face!
Very good!
Dal rarely showed a noticeable smile, and it could even be said that the smile was too intense and somewhat hideous. He used both hands to prop open the large door, and the moment the sounds of battle inside the door died down—
"Go!"
The gates of Fran Fort swung open, and just at that moment, dark clouds let the sunlight through. The rare sunlight shone on the last member of the Undead Team.
He laid down the corpse of his comrade, turned to look at the gate, perhaps wanting to remember the warmth of the sunlight.
But what was reflected in his eyes was a group of figures saluting in the sunlight!
