[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

The air froze for a moment, and the two looked at each other in blank dismay.The middle-aged man took the empty needle from Jack's hand and checked it over and over again. Finally, his eyes locked on a line of small words that were almost indecipherable to the naked eye: "'RAOP-W.A'. This is a pheromone blocker."

Among all known pheromone products, blockers are the only ones that block the production and reception of pheromones in the glands.Because this kind of medicine requires precise control of the intermediate metabolites of pheromones in the body, it is often necessary to equip a single user with an entire sterile laboratory to monitor the body changes of the other party at any time during production and to prepare different medicine ratios accordingly.This is a great challenge to both financial resources and technology, so there are not many companies in the world that can produce pheromone blockers, and they only undertake private customization business-to find this person named WA, from these few companies It is not difficult for the company to find out the candidates after starting the investigation.

So, did this AW really accidentally drop the blocker here, or was it on purpose?What is he trying to express?Why did he come here.If it was for the files inside, who told him the address?Considering that his employer had sworn that no one would know of the existence of this item, was it the former instructor in front of him who revealed the news?

Jack frowned, and took back the needle from the opponent's hand. With the other hand, he pulled out the M1911 from the thigh holster to open the safety. "It seems that we have to step up." He pressed against the wall by the door, and waved his head to indicate that the middle-aged people open the door.

The middle-aged man inserted the device into the keyhole, and with just a light touch, the door that had been in disrepair creaked open. Jack waited for a while before moving his feet and pulling the monitor out of the crack of the door to enter the room.

Maybe it's not that it's in disrepair, but that someone did go one step ahead.

On the monitor, a figure stood motionless in the darkness away from the light, and beside it was an open suitcase.

"You guys are here." The figure said.The shadow has a clear voice of a 20-year-old young man, but after being blocked by the piles of bookshelves in the confidential room, the high pitch of this clear voice is cut off, leaving only the gray echo colliding viciously between the stone walls .

Jack's expression changed, and he stopped the middle-aged man from shooting.Although the construction of the house had erased some of the voice's character, it was still all too familiar to him—he couldn't help remembering the way his subordinates spoke.

"Ilves?" He growled in shock, "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" His young subordinate was inexplicably amused, "The city hall should belong to me, but you actually ask me why I am here?"

Jack's brows were frowned. He and Ilves had worked together last month, but now the other party looked like another person, gloomy and cruel, without the innocence of the past.I really don't know what the other party has experienced this month: "Then you are accusing us of burglary?"

"Take this as an invitation, after all, I paid you to come here."

Jack immediately turned his gaze to his former instructor, who threw back a hand that I didn't know anything about.

"Originally, I only hoped that you would bring the things back, but—" the voice changed, and Ilves kicked the box out of the shadows, "I think self-reliance is more suitable for me."

At the same time Jack put his leg on the safe that slid in front of him.He cautiously squatted down to open the safety, still holding the gun in one hand.

With a click, the automatic lock slides open.

"Is this the result of your self-reliance?"

The box was empty.

He reached out and touched it again, but couldn't find the interlayer.

"Don't touch it, it's just a fucking empty box." The young man in the shadow reminded impatiently.

"What's in there?" Jack asked, standing up.

"Files, personnel files of the Mercenary Corps."

Jack immediately thought of the other Ilves he had met when he first joined the Legion, the one named Marco, whom he later learned was a partner in the Legion with his former instructor.

"Who is Marco Ilves to you?"

"It's my uncle." The young man changed his posture and stood with his arms crossed. "I'm curious that you didn't realize this until now. I never concealed it back then."

"Your uncle hid the information of the mercenary group in the city hall, and you just believed it? Do you want the two of us to help you get it?" Jack waved his hand in disbelief, this set of rhetoric was a bit absurd to him .

"The city hall should have belonged to me! If it weren't for those damned Russians, the whole of Itonia should belong to me!" The young man in the shadow roared angrily, "Father managed to bring Itonia out of here. The fire pit, but was kicked out by those lunatics!" He waved his hands like crazy, and the dust billowed chokingly under his feet, "I will take it back. It's mine! Etonia is mine! "

Jack suddenly realized. Before the upheaval in 2006, the president of Itonia was also named Ilves.He found it a little funny and annoyed, "That's why you went crazy? Ha, I thought it was something good! I'm not interested in this kind of nonsense about restoring the country." He turned and walked out the door, " Play as you like, I'm going back. Just remember to transfer the balance to the account."

"No way!" The bullets followed one after another, drilling precisely into the wall above Jack's head.The mercenary rolled on the spot and hid in a corner where Ilves could not see: "Stop! Do you fucking want those Albanians to find out?!"

"Don't provoke him!" The middle-aged man lowered his voice and said to him. .

"So what?" The young man walked out of the shadows step by step, clutching the gun, "You remember that you said before that you would help me solve a problem, right?"

Jack noticed that his face was a strange bloodshot red under the moonlight, and he gritted his teeth: "Yes." How to stabilize this penis is the top priority.He waved away the instructor's hold on his hand, stood up and pointed his gun at him.

Ilves grinned at him in the moonlight, and turned his gun around: "Someone paid 2000 million to buy your information. Although the information is lost now, I thought, why not send you over in person? That way I might You can also get more start-up capital.”

Jack's heart trembled, and the bad memories of five years ago exploded in his mind.

calm.

clam down.Find out who did it, otherwise this will be endless.

"Who?" He breathed out slowly.

The young man didn't give him a chance to say, "Who knows? Just pay enough." He shrugged his shoulders, but the gun was still pointed at Jack. "How about it?"

"Wait, wait, I have a question." The middle-aged man said suddenly, "The struggle between you has nothing to do with me, right? Then can I—" He gestured towards the window, "Go ahead? "

"Fart!" "Shut up!" Both of them said.

"Hey! Can't you pay attention to the language!" The middle-aged man made a face, "This is not included in my mission."

"I haven't settled with you about your betrayal of uncle's mercenary group, old guy!" The young man stared at him with red eyes, "I originally wanted to hurt both you and the Albanians, but now—" He The tone was drawn out, "Take him back, and we'll write it off, how about it?"

"Add another 500 million." The middle-aged man raised the price calmly.

"make a deal!"

At the same time, the middle-aged man immediately turned his gun. "Damn it!" Jack immediately squatted down and rolled into the bookshelves. A two-on-one fight is not the best strategy, "Forget it, I haven't done anything to you! Ilves!"

"You too! You betrayed me!" A swarm of bullets immediately followed, and in the voice of the middle-aged man, I told you not to irritate him, old bookshelf sawdust splashed.

Jack was at a loss: "When will I—"

"You said you would take us out, but at the Siachen Research Institute, what did you do? You made us almost die for that BOW! What is he? Your Alpha? What about us!" It was deafening in the small stone room, and vicious spit out, "It's really the same line, Mr. Muller! Why don't you two mark each other?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" The ammunition poured out mercilessly, and Omega's gun hand began to tremble.The venom between the other party's words entangled into his heart, like a drum beating.

Was it wrong to ask them to help get Pierce out?Even if the matter was urgent at that time, he really couldn't arrange it properly?

"What? You could have chosen him instead of us. Can't I do the same thing?" Ilves rolled around the room with his head in his arms, avoiding Jack's wrath.

Until a gunshot sounded from another angle, "Guys, this is not the time for civil war—" The middle-aged man fired a few rounds of high-caliber bullets outside the door, turned his head and roared, "We must first ensure that we don't become sieves—"

□□ exploded in the house suddenly, and the three disappeared from each other's sight in an instant.

"Then change our business to another place." Ilves' voice came dully through the mist.

They took advantage of the smoke to sneak into a dark passage.

Jack watched as Ilves closed the gate of the secret passage, and put down his hand covering his mouth and nose.In the chaos just now, he was shot in the right shoulder, piercing the wound, and now he is bleeding out hotly.

A roll of bandages hit him head-on. "I advise you to promise him, sincerely, so that we can all save a lot of trouble."

Jack picked up the bandage in his arms, and while wrapping it around his arm, he looked up at the middle-aged man standing with his arms crossed.He really wasn't kidding, two-on-one, an injury doesn't bode well.Even if the secret passage had another exit, he might not be able to escape safely from these two now. "You know I can't be caught without a fight."

"You will." Ilves stopped what he was doing and walked over, taking out a tube of aerosol from his pocket.

Jack knew what it was. "Erust inducer? Seriously? You should understand that I injected myself with enough inhibitors before I came here?"

"It will always fail." The aerosol was thrown on the ground with a slap, the glass tube was crushed by the young man's foot, and the sweet fragrance wafted through the narrow corridor. "You'll be able to smell it soon."

Jack moved his feet uncomfortably, cold sweat drenched his back for a moment, he felt his stomach cramping again - the inhibitor's expiry time was indeed approaching, and everything would be over by then - he clutched his stomach, His eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them.

"Don't think you can slip away." Ilves said suddenly, "Think about why I invited you to Riveri."

Jack leaned against the wall, watching him without saying a word.

"No, of course it's not because I'm more familiar with this place than you." The young man went on self-consciously, "You are also from Reveli, aren't you? I checked your file, how did your mother die, Revere What happened again, and what does this place mean to you? By the way," he snapped his fingers and spread his hands exaggeratedly, "I remember you haven't been back for several years, haven't you? A place that you don't want to set foot on ,uh-huh?"

The fragrance of the elicitor slowly penetrated into the skin, and cold sweat gushed out from the pores again.Jack frowned and sneered: "What's the relationship between the two?"

"Of course there is. This is a cage," the young man drew a circle in mid-air with his back to the door, "and you're afraid of going back into this cage because you're afraid you won't be able to get out. So fear leads to mistakes, mistakes lead to Death. You see, now you really don't have to think about getting out."

Jack was speechless for a moment.Memories have indeed been entangled in his hands and feet appropriately, and he has been forcing himself to forget the chilling memories of the past during the entire journey of Lieweili. His mother's pale face and those once friendly eyes were hidden under the gunfire The light gradually faded away, until he was left looking at each other with a bunch of shining weapons.

The chill began to rise gradually along the soles of the feet, and the internal organs were scorched by the coldness. It seemed that he traveled half of the world back to the Kejachen Glacier in a moment.

Ilves chuckled, "Just accept this, dear sir! Which mercenary didn't end up like this? It's better as a study than being shot in the back on the battlefield, isn't it? ?” Jack knew what he meant, and soon heard the other party pick up: “Ah, by the way, the inducer has begun to work, right—”

"You fucking——" the voice stopped abruptly, and Jack knelt weakly on the ground and coughed, clutching his hit abdominal cavity.

Ilves flicked his wrist and pulled out the Beretta 92[1] from his waist: "Calm down, my boss. I really don't want to kill you, after all—"

Gunshots rang out sharply.

The bullet pierced Ilves' head from behind.The former instructor turned around and ran away as soon as he got short.

At the same time, the gate exploded with a bang, and the breath of saltpeter and black pepper diffused in the unburned fireworks.

tbc

This is impossible!He shouldn't have survived.How could she let him survive?

Mar. 26th, 2018

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[1] Beretta 92: semi-automatic, made in Italy.