[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

March in Itonia has not escaped from the winter, and cold waves still descend on the land in the north from time to time.Jack got up from Vancouver two days later, transferred to Kiev on the way, and took off again after the flight was delayed for one day because of a rape caused by an Albanian. It was midnight when he arrived in Reveri.After a lapse of four years, Jack Muller, who left his hometown, once again set foot on the land of his hometown.

His former instructor came to pick him up in person.

When he got off the plane with his luggage bag, he saw the other party holding a sign at the pick-up gate and yawning tiredly.

"I thought you would have to wait a few more days to come." The middle-aged man reached out to pick up his luggage, but Jack turned around and walked a few steps forward to avoid it, showing a sad expression, "You are too Do not appreciate."

Jack frowned, showing a slightly disgusted expression, and walked forward quickly, leaving only the back of his former instructor: "It's better for the old man to ignore other things, and go have a good rest."

"It's very kind, why do you say it like a mockery." The middle-aged man followed with a wry smile.

On the way to the designated place according to the requirements of the employer, the middle-aged man kept chattering.From how the old town hall in Reveri has become a gathering place for Albanian gangsters since it was abandoned, to the recent new movements of the Itonian army, and later even peddling Omega pheromone disguises.It annoyed Jack so much that he almost wanted to insert all the tubes of inhibitors into the opponent's brain.He couldn't help but wondered how ignorant he was when he would love this guy's ramblings.

Days of fatigue and middle-aged nagging made him dizzy, and the road conditions to the old urban area were not good. The ground kept ringing.He was wrapped in a jacket for a while, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and asked the other party to stop the car, and rushed into the grass by the side of the road to vomit.

It wasn't until the stomach cramps stopped for a while that he straightened up, and at the side he handed over an opened bottle of mineral water in good time, and after he rinsed his mouth, the other party handed over a paper towel.

Jack took it and wiped his mouth: "Thank you."

"Sorry, I didn't know about you—" the middle-aged man's voice hesitated for a moment, and then he rang again soon. The frowning look in his eyes made him very inexplicable, "Does your Alpha have any objection to this?"

"What?" The young man stopped what he was doing.

"Your—er—" the middle-aged man pointed to his abdomen.

The young man's face darkened immediately, realizing what the other person was looking at, "No, I don't have an Alpha." He raised his eyebrows as he said, "Do I smell like a marked Omega?"

"Isn't it?" The middle-aged man twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, but there was still a puzzled expression in his eyes, and he made a single gesture, "Then you are——?"

The young man immediately dropped the bottle in his hand, and the empty bottle used to slap on the ground and jumped into the grass. He put on a fierce face: "This has nothing to do with you."

"Okay." The middle-aged man raised his hand in surrender, "Take a break, and we'll go on the road again."

In the evening they drove past Vilu Square, across the Tartu Highway, and all the way down to the old town of Riveri, Jack's former home.

Jack still remembered the place where he was born, the little street he had spent his entire childhood.In that damp and cold low stone house, he and his mother counted the remaining bread crumbs on the table time and time again; How to fight with other kids.At that time, he was much smaller than all his peers, and he always lost in fights. His body was knocked against the rough and mottled stone wall, and his oversized clothes were torn layer after layer. Step on a few more footprints.But his mother never scolded him. "You are so similar." She just sighed, poured him a glass of bland milk, and gently stroked the wound with her cool palm, "I never knew fear."

Jack knew who the mother was referring to—the father he had never met. "I'm nothing like that coward! I'm not going to abandon my mother!" he shouted angrily, throwing himself into his mother's arms, and got a sigh of not hating him and a pair of hands stroking his hair.

The gentle embrace with the scent of milk can always soothe him, he can curl up there and play like a baby to his heart's content, without having to worry about threats from all directions.He always thought that it was the widest embrace in the world, even the uncle at the street corner whose muscles were so muscular that he could stand up and cover the entire alley would not have such a safe embrace.He never realized how thin those arms were until she fell.

Everything seemed like a world away, and he would never have such an opportunity again.The bland taste of that glass of milk was long gone, and all he could smell now was the embers of gunfire and the sickening smell of blood—from his homeland and from his hands.

Jack sucked in a breath, and woke up suddenly under the violent screeching of the brakes.

The small broken car was parked one street away from the city hall, lurking in a dark corner.He rubbed his face and saw the middle-aged man blinking at him through the rearview mirror: "Are you awake?"

He hummed in response.

"When you wake up, get out of the car and take your things upstairs. I booked a room on AIRBNB facing the city hall. I'm afraid I won't have time for you to sleep at night."

"Such a dangerous seat can be booked on AIRBNB?" The young man was amused, and immediately restrained his smile after seeing the surprised eyes of the middle-aged man in the mirror, "Why?"

"I haven't seen you smile yet."

"Tsk."

As his former instructors had said, the windows of the room faced City Hall.He looked out through the gap in the curtains, and the gothic building that was smoked by gunfire and mottled gray was clearly visible in the night.The outer layer is a barricade made of sandbags and boxes, the inner layer is the wall of the city hall tower, and in the middle are Albanian gangsters in white hats patrolling back and forth under searchlights, flowing slowly like a moat.

Since the Middle Ages, the City Hall has been the tallest building in Lower Town, and the stone-carved cross on the spire of this tower has survived centuries of artillery fire and still points unyieldingly to the sky.Among the low-slung houses of the whole lower city, it is like the only passage of the prison, directly to the upper city on Castle Hill.

During his childhood, he had gazed countless times at the cross and the brightly lit Upper Town behind it through the narrow sky in the street. I remember that he told his mother that he would take her out and stand on the highest position of Castle Hill overlooking the whole Riveri.

And all he got was his mother's weak smile on the hospital bed.

"Binoculars." The middle-aged man suddenly patted him on the shoulder, handed over a monocular night vision device under Jack's hesitant gaze, and stared at the young man's face knowingly: "You don't look right, really no problem?"

The young man denied it without hesitation.

"Okay. The monitoring task is handed over to you. I'm going to go out and get back the map of the city hall."

"it is good."

As the door clicked, Jack breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally alone again.It has to be said that this former instructor has an intuition like a mane dog - he can always find out that something is wrong with him, and he uses words that seem to be concerned over and over again to make people thorn in the back.Jack had to wonder over and over again what the other party wanted to do, what he was trying to achieve in the city hall, when he was a friend, and when he would betray him.

"You can't trust him." He said to himself while holding the night vision goggles.

But he immediately felt that the other party was right.There is something wrong with him.Different from the shy memories of most mercenaries who are close to home, since returning to Lieweili, the memory has actively entangled him and dragged him into a whirlpool.The old things in the city gushed out like a mountain spring, and every drop of water reflected a distorted picture.He saw himself being pointed at as a poor kid from the family, he saw himself being pushed up and down, he saw himself with a bruised nose struggling to punch in the crowd of children, he saw his mother handing him a glass of milk, he saw his mother handing him a glass of milk, and seeing his mother in front of him He saw his mother touching the old woolen coat for the last time before taking it to pawn. He saw himself happy when he put on the new clothes, saw his mother's thin smile, and saw his mother leave the hospital. Li walked out staggeringly, saw himself wandering back and forth outside the Lieveri mercenary regiment, saw himself being lifted up by a middle-aged man, and drank hot milk without water for the first time...

He could see everything until it again flooded over his head.

"You can't trust him," he insisted to himself, and then he poked his head out of the spring and glanced back and forth at City Hall.

This is followed by a second emphasis.

the third time.

the fourth time.

Until the door lock turned, he heard the sound of the middle-aged man coming back.

"This is the floor plan of the city hall," the man spread out the photocopied paper on the table, "how is the Albanian shift?"

No matter what Jack thinks, one thing will not change, and that is the schedule.

The next day is to find out the environment and rest, and the implementation of the task is placed in the middle of the night of the third day-the time when the security is the least and the most lax.

Jack tossed and turned in bed throughout the day, going through the night plan over and over again, looking for possible breakthrough points, even though he knew very well that it would affect the state of the night.

In the end, they set off an hour early, walked down the sewers, avoided the Albanian defenses on the ground, and entered the city hall directly.Before going out of the sewer, I gave myself double doses of inhibitors—like the equipment from Gomander, all armaments and supplies came from their generous employers, Jack felt that he had reason to doubt that if time allowed, They will be given special pheromone blockers to avoid any risk of exposure.

The exit of the sewer is located in the lobby on the first floor of the tower.Except for the stairs on both sides of the hall and the concave lobby front desk, there is no line of sight blocking, and the sound of footsteps will pass above their heads every minute.The instructor took the lead, and Jack was in the rear. At the moment the patrolman turned his back, he opened the sewer, ran to the back of the stairs, and then gestured to the other party to go up.

A shooter equipped with M37[1] is arranged on the stairs on both sides of the hall, and corresponding patrol troops are also arranged in the circular corridor on the second floor.The two looked at each other, turned up the stairs from the side, jumped up to the second floor the moment the patrolman's eyes turned to the other side, and hid in the shadow of the wall one left and one right.

Their target is a volume of documents.According to the employer, the documents were stored in a small portable explosion-proof box in a hidden confidential room on the third floor, and they only needed to bring the box back to complete the task.Jack raised his hand to look at his watch. The stairs leading to the third floor required them to pass through the lobby corridor on the second floor, pass through a door, and then cross the entire corridor of the East Hall of the City Hall.To go up to the third floor quietly, they had to complete the steps of bypassing the corridor on the second floor and shutting the enemy out within half a minute, and he didn't even know how many troops were deployed in the corridor on the second floor.

This is an almost impossible task.

But for Jack Muller, the impossible is no different from the slightly harder.Although this old Gothic building has no ventilation facilities for passage, its biggest feature is the towering dome, and the City Hall is no exception.The peeling, mural-streaked dome of the town hall had enough height and shelter for him to climb up and get around the muzzle of the Albanians under the cover of the beams.

The sneaking operation went very smoothly with the cooperation of the two. Within 15 minutes, they avoided all cameras and personnel defenses and stood on the top of the confidential room door.What makes people suspicious is that the entire third floor of the east hall is empty, and there is not even a bunker in the corridor.

Jack didn't speak until he jumped off the beam: "Do you remember what I asked my employer before?"

"Which sentence?" The middle-aged man also jumped down immediately, not as good as Jack's light body fell to the ground with a bang.He made an apologetic gesture for it.

"I asked him, how do you ensure that no one takes away the things in the confidential room?"

"uh-huh?"

"He replied that he was hiding in the partition wall of the confidential room, and the Albanians couldn't think of this. But—" He kept a secret, and saw the middle-aged man's expression revealing the same uneasiness as his for a moment, and then let it go hand, "I just picked this up on the beam."

It was a disposable syringe, and when the needle was pushed to the end, it was obvious that someone had already used it.Jack turned the syringe over and wrote a series of numbers on it that resembled the time: 2018-03-24.Whether this string of numbers means the shelf life or the production date or something else, it means that less than a day before their arrival, someone came here—and they, perhaps, had the same purpose.

tbc

Saw the name of an acquaintance in the cemetery in Reverly.I always thought she was executed after being found by Umbrella, but in fact she ran home? !The idiot!

Mar. 24th, 2018

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[1] Ithaca M37□□: Made in the United States.