Biohazard 4 Leon Novels & Stories

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.

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.

the Southern Boss said abruptly. "What is it? Hades asked, casting his thoughts about Leon aside for the time being. "Leon killed my Four Apostles and destroyed my entire clan. He's officially my nemesis and my son, Rodney, is being held hostage by Leon and the Thompsons. I want your help killing him and rescuing my son," The Southern Boss pleaded. His eyes glimmered with extreme hatred upon mentioning Leon's name as he desperately wished he could tear Leon apart. "What?" Hades was shocked by his request. "Southern Boss, have you gone insane? Leon has a tressure in the Semi-Saint State, and I'm no match for him! If I help you with that, I'll die too!" Hades reprimanded coldly.

I may have fallen into Erik’s trap, but I knew I would find a way out of it and these mates of mine were going to be a part of it. “Let me go check what’s taking them so long,” Leon said as he got up from bed. His jet-black hair was ruffled and messy, yet he looked flawless. There wasn’t even a single scar on his body, but I guess that’s just his Lycan traits at work. “Try not to kill them, okay? I’m actually not that hungry, so they can take their time,” I said, and he chuckled. “What makes you think that I’d kill anyone?” he asked, looking at me in amusement.

“Sabatine Stalker. Mr. Rogers sent me. My name is Leon Vartanian. I am his Head of Executive Protection. He’d like you to come in from the cold.” Leon. Sabatine knew the name. Anton had mentioned him once, in an offhand way, when discussing the failure of his previous security detail. “I have a new man, Leon. He doesn’t ask questions. He just sees threats and eliminates them. A useful tool.” The description had made Sabatine wary. Tools could be turned. “Prove it,” Sabatine called back, his own voice barely above a whisper, yet sharp. Without hesitation, Leon raised his left hand. It was not a weapon, but a phone. He tapped the screen, and a moment later, Sabatine’s own burn phone vibrated i

It was just Finn's quick reflexes that caused the knife to deflect. "Boss! Do you want to kill me? Do you want to kill your close henchmen?" Finn slowly walked towards Leon, He was still very tense from Leon's threat just now. This was the Leon who Finn knew. Leon is a scary and cruel person. He is ready to kill anyone who dares to betray him or will torture them with a terrible punishment. Leon is very good at darts. His favorite thing is to hang criminals up high, then turn their bodies into the target. Leon will use darts to throw at the target made of human flesh.