A wonderfully kind contest.

Wesker calmly sat in his chair in his top-secret bunker, watching TV and finishing another bottle of wine. Vials with toxic chemicals bubbled rhythmically, computers with graphs on the monitors hummed quietly. The self-esteem and self-confidence of the former king were millions of times greater than his confidence in the security systems, so Wesker was absolutely calm about his safety. He was calm until a barely noticeable smoke filled the room. Trying to get up and quickly figure out what was happening, Wesker noted with displeasure that he couldn't move.
- What, having problems? - about ten people in special forces uniforms with rifles at the ready ran into the room, and behind them came a man in a strict suit. They were all wearing gas masks. The man in the suit approached Wesker and, taking out a syringe gun, injected some kind of drug into his neck, and then took off the former king's glasses.
- You know, buddy, you were a walking cheat with your virus. Bullet evasion, regeneration, strength... Wave goodbye to that. Oh, I forgot, you can't move. Well, then don't wave. The point is, my people have developed an antivirus. Especially for you. Now you are just an ordinary person again. Only your DNA is terribly damaged. One more attempt to change it - and you will fall apart into the smallest particles. That's how it is, Wesker. Or should I call you Ling? - the man laughed and beckoned one of the "special forces" to him.
- Have you caught all the scientists?
- Yes, boss. No one had time to react and do anything.
- Excellent. Kill them all. Erase the information from all computers, and then destroy the hard drives. Destroy all virus samples in containers.
- Yes, boss, - the subordinate nodded.
- Has the nerve gas dissipated?
The "special forces" man looked at his watch, and then took off his gas mask.
- Yes, boss, everything is clear.
- Excellent, you're free.
The armed man left, and Hostor, taking off his gas mask, turned back to the man sitting in the chair.
- Sorry, I forgot about you. Although this is logical. Everything was fine - you ruled, the economy was developing, I didn't put pressure on anyone, didn't get greedy and received good money. But then... you ruined everything! You literally betrayed me - you forgot about all the agreements, broke the rules, stole money from the common fund for your crazy research! I was disappointed in you, in your policies, in your connections with a bunch of losers... You really upset me, Ling. And you know, apologies will be very, very expensive... - Hostor sharply broke the former king's glasses and threw them away. - And don't even think about deceiving me. You will always have a target on your back... Call if you change your mind. Your abilities may be useful to the family, - Hostor winked at Ling and turned away. - Let's go, guys...
Everyone else left the bunker, leaving "Wesker" in proud solitude to watch the monitors displaying system errors...