Biohazard 4 Leon Novels & Stories

I’m not sure if it means he’s talking about a promotion or something really bad. It kind of seems like the latter because suddenly, Leon shifts just a fraction. It’s hardly a movement at all, but I know him because I’ve watched him—and no, not in a creepy way. I’m just really observant, and he’s also my job, so it pays to be hyperaware sometimes—but he does it, and Leon doesn’t do things like that. The chats. Oh my god, he knows about the chats.“Umm, like if we’re talking about finding someone, tying them up, and throwing them in the river, then I don’t think so.”

Its red blood splattered on the ice, and immediately it breathed its last. We returned to our human form and got dressed, and at once I carried Leon to the little hut and saw the blood on his stomach, and laid him slowly on the bed inside the hut. "Is he seriously injured?" Elmer said "I guess it doesn't sound too deep...hey Leon how do you feel?" I said "A little pain and dizziness," said Leon Leon was usually reckless, and he suffered many injuries in his childhood. This was his first fishing trip with me after his mother's death in the research center. Taking care of Leon became one of my responsibilities, especially after his sick father abandoned him to live in the city.

Leon stepped toward one of the empty windows and looked out at the dark street before turning to one of his men. “Make sure you sweep up everything here, down to hair and dust.” “Yes, Boss.” The man immediately moved toward the others, and Leon took one last look around the cleared safe house before walking outside. He left shortly before dawn, following the next lead farther along the coastal road. He had no reason to believe it would finally lead him to Gabriel, but after Spain and this carefully emptied house, he was no longer willing to dismiss any possibility. He was returning to town after meeting another dead end when the small hospital along the road caught his attention.

He would tell Leon that his heir was the son of a drug dealer. I couldn't wait for Leon to give it to me. I had to take it. Tonight. Leon was exhausted. He hadn't slept in two days. Tonight, in the heat and the dark, he would eventually pass out. He had been drinking whiskey like water, the crash was inevitable. And when he did, I was going to go down to that study. I was going to try every combination I could think of. I remembered seeing him type it in once—four digits. It started with a zero.

Chapter 104 As soon as Luz approached where the three were, he found the assassin dead and Adonijah petrified in disbelief, keeping his gaze on Leon lying on the ground and Levi with him in his arms, with a gunshot wound to his chest. "Leon! Hold on! Please!" vociferated Levi in desperation settling him in his arms hugging him, however, Leon only demonstrated feeling intense pain in his chest, his lips were flushed with blood, while his chest seemed to tear at the disturbing hot sensation.

I hope he didn’t, because the hissing sound brings me back to that giant black python monster and I am facing it alone. Someone gently taps my shoulder, I look back, realize it was Leon. He again drags me out of horrible memories, “Hey, that python has been cleared.” He softly says to me. This man must have mythical magical power. I have no clue how Leon finds my fear before I express it. That makes me believe that the true Leon isn’t cold or ruthless. Under that forever stoney face, Leon actually holds a soft and sensitive heart. The tree leaves are rustling in the night breeze. Out of no where, several dark shades slowly reveal themselves under the lights.

His face returned to the figure everyone feared underground—cold, stern, and deadly. “Boss, are we heading straight to the port or stopping by the base first?” Leon lit his cigarette. With a single puff, he roughly exhaled the smoke. “Straight to the port. I want to know who the bastard is who dared to touch my stuff.” Throughout the journey, Jo kept reporting. “The bomb was homemade, a time-pressure type. Our people say it was planted at dawn. CCTV managed to record two people entering without ID—we’re tracking their faces.” Leon didn’t speak. He just twirled the ring on his finger, a sign that his mind was racing. Finally, he spoke without turning his head.

The words hit— heavy— final. “What war?” But I already know. Because the system answers. “GLOBAL PROTOCOL ACTIVATED.” “ALL UNITS DEPLOYED.” My blood runs cold. “No…” Leon finally moves. Slowly. Mechanically. He turns toward me. And his eyes— they’re wrong again. Not empty. Not cold. Something worse. Burning. Unstable. Like he’s holding too much power— and it’s tearing him apart. “Leon,” I whisper.

He smirks, places a hand on her lower back, the same spot he touched on me, like it’s his favorite part to brand. Then they leave. She exits first. He lingers for a moment, glancing up toward the building. I step back quickly, out of view, heart racing. When I look again, he’s gone. I exhale, slowly, shakily. My head spins,not from the wine, but from what I just heard. Politics. No delays. Whatever Leon is involved in, it isn’t just illicit,it’s dangerous. Maybe even treasonous. And he’s not working alone.

The labels read: **PHOENIX PRIME - STRAIN AEROSOL. The second case held similar vials and several blocks of a crystalline substance – **NEUROTOXIN STABILIZER - BATCH 7**. **“Plant the charges!”** Harlan ordered, tossing Leo small, magnetized blocks of C-4 from his pack. **“Every containment unit! Every freezer! On the cases! Make it total!”** Leo moved with grim efficiency, slapping charges onto bioreactors, liquid nitrogen tanks, the open sample cases. The corrosive vapor burned his eyes and throat, even through the cloth he’d pulled up over his mouth. The scientist watched, whimpering, his suit dissolving.