[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

*warn!This chapter has semi-original characters. (Capcom didn’t give me any settings, so there’s nothing I can do about it) But I will never let him be a third party between CPs

Itonia "2006" in 1 had an unusual winter, and sickness and death wandered more frequently in this white northern land than in previous years.Since the NATO meeting held in the capital decided to send the Estonian army to Iraq, the battlefield between the pro-Russian faction and the pro-American faction has moved from the parliament to Reveri "2" in the blizzard. Ashes blow into the chest of nearly every Itonian. □□It lasted for several weeks, and the numerous snowflakes melted away in the artillery fire before they even hit the ground. It became the hottest industry for a while.

The combination of heat waves and extreme cold has overwhelmed hospitals.It was the winter of that year that Ms. Muller's condition began to deteriorate, and the artillery fire and snowflakes settled into her lungs, causing her to cough up almost all of her life force.While the serious illness took away her life, it also took away the balance of the family.When life-saving money was urgently needed again and again, the 14-year-old Jack had to grit his teeth and step into the mercenary headquarters in the Bilita district without telling his dear mother.

The kid was wearing a thin T-shirt, clutching a crumpled and grease-stained piece of conscription revelation, obviously used to pack food, pacing back and forth at the door of the recruitment office.Until the wooden door was pulled open, a big hand stretched out and pulled him in.

"Who sent you here!"

Jack was dragged around in a half circle ignorantly, and fell headlong into the door panel covered with cold cushions.

Followed by a rush of footsteps, before he had time to recover, another hand reached his waist and pulled him out of the heavy cushion. "Mr. Ilves "3"!What are you doing! "The baritone voice with a bit of reproach descended from a higher place above his head, his hair was rubbed, and then a pair of rough hands opened his frozen fingers one by one, and took away the crumpled The advertisement sounded softly in Itonian, "Look, he is probably just a kid who came to apply for a job. "

Jack looked up and saw a pair of brown eyes and the kind face of a middle-aged man.The man smiled at him, and then he felt himself being picked up and placed firmly on a woolen sofa. The old smell of the fabric reminded him of a men's woolen suit at home—— Said to be his father's property - used as a blanket over their thin winter quilt before being pawned.The familiar breath soothed the child's heart, he loosened his shoulders, and temporarily relieved himself.

A little further away, Mr. Ilves snorted coldly, and was immediately stopped by the kind-faced middle-aged man.The man turned his head, squatted down and looked straight at Jack who was sitting on the sofa: "Never mind, kid, do you want milk or coffee?"

"Milk, sir." Jack couldn't help swallowing, he had been hungry for days, and now his stomach was dry and aching, "I'm here to—"

With a kind face, he raised his hand to stop him, and said with a smile, "Drinking milk here is an interesting choice." He stood up, got up and walked to the bar, "Let me see if I can get you a cup of hot milk."

Jack got his wish, the hot milk in his hand seemed to be the most delicious drink in the world, and he stretched his whole body for the warmth of the palm.

The kind face, who will be his instructor at the mercenary base in the future, laughed again, and gave him a new glass of milk after he drank the first glass: "You know we only accept people over the age of 15 here How old are you, kid? Ten years old? Eleven years old? You look so young."

"Your milk Baileys."

The bartender pushed a glass over, and the sound of ice cubes colliding pulled Jack out of his memory, and he heard the rock still roaring in the bar.The young man pinched his palm involuntarily, as if the warmth of the hot milk was still there, so he attached a cocktail glass, and the cold dew quickly dissipated the warmth of his palm, and he shivered involuntarily: "It seems that you Live well?" The mercenary held the cup with a sullen face, and his voice sounded like ice cubes shaking slightly in the cup.

His former instructor answered irrelevantly: "I saw you at Starbucks, and I followed you all the way." The middle-aged Alpha's pine scent was restrained but pervasive, "I didn't expect you to be so old now." The old mercenary blinked, wisely Avoiding the question that the other party is full of Omega breath, "By the way, this is also milk-flavored, I think you will like it very much?"

"I don't like it!" Omega slapped the table violently, overwhelming the bartender and other guests who were seated by the rock's growl for a moment. Coffee." The smell of omega black bread floated stiffly in the air, and was soon covered by various artificial pheromones: "What do you want to do?" He found himself trembling, like a musician's neighing electric guitar on stage.

The middle-aged man shrugged innocently, and his voice was as gentle as ever: "I just see old people, and I miss those pasts very much."

"The people you miss are dead." Jack choked back immediately.He held the glass tightly, and the ice cubes collided slightly with his trembling body, "Because of you." He spat out the last few words between his teeth, "So you can't remember how the blood spread on the corpse He came," followed by an expression of enlightenment, and he clasped the wine glass with his fingers suddenly. The twitching scar on his face made him look like he would pour a sweet cocktail on the face of the elderly in the next moment, "Of course you don't remember , you would have slipped away long ago."

"Wow! Wow! Calm down!" The instructor hid back, quickly sat up straight and spread out his hands as if nothing had happened, "But aren't you okay? I know you will be the one who survived." The alpha pheromone of the fragrance unfolds silently.

Jack froze instantly.

The elder smiled, and stretched out his hand to take away a sip of Baileys that had not been touched in his hand, "Since you don't want to drink it, then I won't waste it." He raised his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Look, there is no Me, you can be the one who stands alone."

Jack shrank back reflexively, Alpha's palm brushed his arm with scorching heat, and stopped in mid-air, "Stay away from me." He frowned and moved back a little distance, crossing his hands on his shoulders— — Exactly where Alpha scanned just now.The scent of pine slowly seeped into his blood along his palm. The familiar feeling made him relax for a moment, but immediately tightened his back: "We have nothing to do with each other. You have to understand that I didn't collapse immediately because of your betrayal." You are lucky to have you."

The former instructor was unmoved, but drank the Baileys in one gulp and stuffed the empty cup back into the young man's arms.Jack's eyes slid along the wine glass all the way back to his chest, and the glass and ice reflected a blurred glimmer in the dim light of the bar. "It's just a business," he heard the middle-aged man say, "but I admit that I shouldn't have left you alone." So he raised his head suddenly, and the middle-aged man smiled at him as kindly as when he first met, Perhaps a little more sorry, "I should take you away if I have the chance." The pine scent diffused into his body silently, Jack swallowed mechanically, and his Adam's apple twitched.

The drum kit suddenly shook, and the musicians on the stage screamed out the last high note.Immediately the applause from all directions made him wake up from Alpha's omnipresence immediately.The young man stood up with a bang, raised his hand and slammed the glass back to the table.The ice cubes popped out with crackles, rolled from the bar to his feet, and were kicked away again. "Shut up!" He roared heavily, his chest rising and falling in Alpha's astonishment. A few people's gazes drifted over following the smell, and then reluctantly retracted amidst Alpha's playful glance. "I don't know what you want to do," he took a moment to adjust his breathing, and then he slammed the table a few times, looking like a young leopard arching its back grinding its claws, "Listen, but I advise you not to Think about it, I won't cooperate with you again."

The bastard can't be trusted, Jack thought.He just stood there until the applause ended and the band on the stage started the next song, then sat down with the first string.The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated at the right time. He quickly took out the mobile phone and nodded to the former instructor in a calm manner: "Sorry, I still have something to do, let's take a step first."

He jumped off the table with his mobile phone in his hand, and after only a few steps, he quickened his pace and ran out of the bar without looking back.

Chris withdrew his phone and signaled to the medical staff on call: "Mr. Muller will be here soon." He turned his head in the direction of the isolation ward, and across the tempered glass ward, Piers Nivans was holding down his right arm that was throbbing with electric current. Gritting his teeth, his face was full of veins, like a beast that was suppressing its own nature.The middle-aged man turned his head, his frowning revealed his anxiety, "Has Pierce experienced such repetitions recently?"

The white coat nodded slightly: "It's not so much the recurrence of the disease, but it's more like the last struggle of the virus. According to our observations, after each recurrence, Captain Nivans' condition will improve significantly." He quickly Flipping through the case list, he showed the BSAA chief a few line charts representing the trend of virus changes in his body: "If the captain can survive this time, I believe he will recover soon." He paused, adhering to the With the doctor's caution, he added, "At least the normal personnel capacity can be maintained. Of course, it remains to be seen."

"Thank you." Chris put his hands back on the tempered glass and sighed helplessly.

Pierce was still curled up in the corner of the isolation ward and struggling alone. The trapped animal roared in pain, and the electric current beeped and burned a few small holes in the blue and white striped hospital gown from time to time.

The white coat approached Chris and watched him across the ward: "But at least now he still needs Mr. Muller's blood, the metabolism of those immune proteases is too fast, there is no backup medicine that can compare to fresh extracts .” He explained patiently.

"What about after that?" Chris keenly caught the question behind the words.

"Not sure," the doctor frowned, "theoretically, when he recovers, he could use an alternative synthetic drug. But now—" He shook his head.

So this meant that at least temporarily the two were bound together again, and he wasn't sure if this was a good sign. "Okay," Chris rubbed his forehead, "I'll talk to Mr. Muller about this."

"Well, there is one more thing," the doctor said hesitantly, "We have an untested conjecture about the virus in his body. In your opinion, is it possible for them to combine?"

Jack rushed in almost all the way, Chris said urgently on the phone, he didn't care whether his former instructor was still following behind with evil intentions, his mind was full of the burning eyes of BOW half a month ago - he remembered that they were When we parted at the BSAA Medical Center, BOW turned his head suddenly, and the electric current climbing the scars on his face disappeared without a trace in a moment, and the remaining brown right pupil stared at him silently, and he felt strangely peaceful.He had wondered whether that eye was trying to say something countless times at night, but he had warned himself countless times, for a BOW without human consciousness, what meaning could there be in the eyes?No results could be found, and in the end the young man could only attribute it to the influence of pheromones, which damned span Alpha and Omega pheromones.

He ran with all his strength, and couldn't remember how many corridors and isolation doors he had passed through. When he reached the intensive care unit, he almost ran over due to inertia.

Chris grabbed his arm, and the young man leaned on his knee panting: "How is he?" As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately grabbed Chris with his backhand and stood up straight with his strength: "What am I going to do?"

"Your omega pheromones can calm him temporarily," the doctor replied.Just as Chris was about to open his mouth to question why it was different from what he just said, he saw the other party raised his hand to stop him, "We still need your blood to extract fresh protease."

"Okay." The young man nodded without thinking, and opened the sleeve on his right arm, "Which one comes first?"

The doctor twitched his nose a few times in the air: "Did you go to a bar? Did you meet an Alpha? You have a different smell." He gestured.

"What?" Jack was taken aback for a moment, then his face sank: "Is there any influence?"

The white coat thought for a while, and quickly replied: "No," he waved his hand, "Go in."

A violent electric sound exploded menacingly from the ward, and Pierce, who heard the conversation between the two, threw himself on the wall almost instantly, shouting loudly into the microphone: "Don't let him in!"

Jack took a sharp step back, holding his breath.He stared fixedly at the other person's face, seeing that brown pupil catch him again, an electric arc flashed through the pupil for a moment, then dimmed again.This guy doesn't know what he's doing, the mercenary thought, don't listen to him.He tried to take a few steps forward, and immediately there was a more intense roar from the loudspeaker: "Go away." Pierce roared furiously, and more intense blue lightning spread across the room.

For a moment Jack read the pain from that eye, he shivered empathetically, gritted his teeth and put his hand on the doorknob.

"Don't come in! I can't help it! I'm going to kill you!" Pierce almost screamed, the pain in his brown eyes turned to fear, "You're going to die!" he added impatiently.

The next moment the mercenary slammed the door open with such force that it was about to smash the high-strength bulletproof glass. Pierce watched desperately as the young man stepped through the disinfectant mist angrily. □□The pungent smell of water. "I saved you, I didn't just let you die like this." Omega gritted his teeth in an Itonia accent.

He pressed against the wall and swallowed involuntarily.

tbc

Great gift to ■■ and Redfield, if he's really okay, there should be immediate feedback.

Mar. 14th, 2018

The author has something to say:

"1" In 2006, all the political relations in Itonia and the social environment at that time were referred to Estonia in that year, and some changes were made in line with the original work on this basis. The NATO meeting was held in Tallinn, the NATO quick response force was established, and troops were sent to Iraq, etc. This article assumes that these events intensified the conflict between the Russians and the Estonians in the country, and short-term riots occurred.

"2" Reveri: The old name of Tallinn, the capital of Estonia, and the subsequent place names are all Tallinn's local place names.

"3" The president of Estonia who took office in 01 also has the surname Ilves.