[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

The cold is not far away.

Thin ice floes rippled on the water, the temperature in March seemed to be bleak when the darkness was fading, and the severe winter was making its last struggle.But when someone is eagerly looking forward to the coming spring, the severe winter will not hesitate to raise another wave of cold, trapping hope to death in the prison made of ice, leaving a lonely cry in vain.

And the cold minions will follow like a shadow, timely pulling the soul into the icy prison, or in other words, the tomb.

The brown-haired young man was sitting on the boulder by the river, kicking the withered and yellow grass.Because it is too far away from the urban area, there have never been many tourists here, and the weather is so harsh, it looks even more lifeless. Only some tenacious lichens are left struggling to survive at the bottom of the stone tablet.

He was wearing a black sweater, the thick cloth wrapped tightly around his body, and he could vaguely see some muscular sculptures, but the hood was so big that it covered his entire face, only his pale mask and darker paint were exposed. Painted explosion-proof sunglasses.He tossed and tossed on the boulder alone for a long time, trying to find a way to pass the time as much as possible, and finally jumped off the boulder as if giving up, and strode towards the cemetery by the lake.

"Your mother looks very similar to you." He walked to a tombstone with a cross, stood still when he almost bumped into a squatting young man, bent down to look at the faded portrait on the tombstone, "this place The scenery is good, I thought you should have no money to buy such a good cemetery at that time."

"Well, someone can help." The squatting young man stood up, holding a white rose in his hand.He looked slimmer than the brown-haired youth, with his shoulders shrugged and languid, but the scar on his right cheek gave him a vicissitudes of life.

"Wouldn't it be the one I thought."

"Well, who else but him."

"Chris showed me your profile, Jack, you used to have a good relationship."

The tall man called Jack snorted irresistibly.

"It's hard to imagine him doing something like that. I mean, no wonder it's so hard for you to accept his betrayal."

"It's nothing difficult to accept." Jack patted the soil on his knees, and the wet soil left two groups of faint yellow stains on the outside of the waterproof fabric of the charging pants, "Ilves said before that all mercenaries will end up like this, He shrugged, and Pierce heard a meaningful pause, "He's right."

Alpha can only be silent.

"By the way, do you want to hear stories? Although BSAA's materials may already have these things."

The origin has never been something to cheer about, it is always full of suffering and hardship, like a twisted snake pulling its nerves and forcibly pulling it out until it is frozen by ice or snow or scraped off by snake scales.

Jack's story begins in the coldest mean streets of Rivery.Like every child who grew up in the slums, he was accompanied by countless fights, the strong preyed on the weak, insulted and ridiculed, the only difference was his missing father and gentle mother.She has emerald-like eyes, can exchange at least [-] rubles for fiery red hair, and a pair of hands that can play the piano in the air, "My enlightenment is all taught by her, music, literature, mathematics, There's even some simple physics and chemistry. She is light to a child who can only look up at certain seasons to see the sun from the sky in the alley."

"However, light is always fleeting." Pierce took over the conversation, watching the other party fiddling with the white rose in his hand, peeling off the thorns little by little.He has already cut a few, but there is still a whole bunch on his side.

"Yes." Jack nodded, "When I was ten years old, her illness prevented her from getting out of bed."

"What disease? There is no specific content mentioned in the BSAA information."

"Honestly, I don't know either. Itonia was still in war at that time, do you think the doctors in the field hospital would have time to seriously test a civilian with no money?" Jack turned his head and glanced at Pierce. Quickly walked away from the other party's sunglasses, "She told me that the doctor can't cure this. That's all I know. But I'm not reconciled—"

"That's why you want to be a mercenary? For money."

"Otherwise? Is the world peaceful?" The young man pursed his lips, "I'm not you, Pierce, I don't have such a broad mind. By the way, I remember your parents had a good life?"

"Yes, the pension can make them live well, and the community will come to them regularly to help them solve their problems."

"You mean you didn't tell them you were alive?" Jack frowned in surprise.

"Yeah, how could I?" Pierce smiled wryly at him, stretched out his right hand and tapped the mask that covered half of his face, "It will only make them more painful to see their son no longer a human being."

"But—" Jack frowned, "You're not that bad. You can move, think, control yourself, and you're like a dog." He smiled suddenly, and quickly closed his mouth again.

"It's only under control for the time being. Also, I'm just wearing sunglasses, I'm not blind, I can see your sniggering."

"Well, to be honest, you should understand that my blood can help you."

"To be precise, it's possible. We're just gambling and waiting. Damn it, let's let this topic go, it's going to be endless. It's still—" The young man reached out his hand under the sunglasses and rubbed his eyes, A small piece of mottled skin on his cheek was exposed, and he quickly hid behind the sunglasses with his movements, "Let's talk about your business. You and—that guy."

Jack fell silent suddenly, just stroking the rose branch with the thorns removed back and forth. He had unconsciously peeled off the skin of a small piece of green branch, leaving only the light green wood.Pierce stood there for a long time before hearing him go on, "You know that later. He was a nice guy, I mean, once. He took me into the game, helped me train when I lost because I was too physically fit. The messenger specially gave me extra meals, and even helped me pay for my mother's medical expenses and burial expenses. But later, later, he was insane." The young man stomped his feet fiercely, "I thought I could be like a father like a son. As a result Well, it seems that I have nothing to do with the word 'father'." He shrugged, "So later, I sold what I could sell at home, burned the rest, threw it into the trash can, and ran here Come and say to Mom, 'I'm sorry I can't see you anymore.' Then change to a mercenary regiment and move on."

Hearing the sneer from the young man's breath, Pierce suddenly said, "That Ilves is also from Reveri."

"Yes, why?"

"It's nothing, I thought you would like it here, or like being a mercenary."

"Ha! I don't care about any of them. Whether it's here or the mercenary group," he tilted his head and raised his index finger. "Being alone is the most meaningful choice."

"That would put you in danger."

"The betrayal or death of my teammates will put me in danger." Jack shook his head. Pierce felt that he was like a strange tropical fish. Swim out of his resin cave.

"No," he gritted his teeth, "you have led soldiers, you know the meaning—"

"Oh, they betrayed me, and then accused me of betraying them. You see, there is nothing useful about me, and the people close to me have no good end, and the blood relationship puts the people around me in crisis, and then some people want this "He shook his wrist at Pierce, a small piece of pale skin was exposed from under the wristband, and the protruding blood vessels were a gloomy blue color, "other people died because of them. They probably thought it was the Lord of the Rings , but I cannot be Frodo, nor throw myself into a volcano."

"What about me!" Pierce waved his hand violently, "If I tell you that I need your help, your—" He took a few quick breaths and continued speaking quickly, as if if he didn't say anything, the person opposite would Will resist the outside world and hide in the deepest part of the cave until the doomsday comes, "I need your blood to help me stabilize. I need to stay in BSAA, and only you can do this." He took a step forward and approached Omega In front of him, the other party was stunned by his sudden movement, "Jack, if your blood is not a deadly weapon, would you stay?"

"I—I don't know." The red-haired young man held his breath, took half a step back, and was blocked by another tombstone, "I'm taking a blocker now, Captain Nivans, restrain yourself Behavior."

"I know you've been given a blocker, so you can't smell my pheromones, and I can't smell yours. But what do you know, you're shaking and you've closed your eyes." Breathe came closer and met him Jack desperately found that even without the influence of pheromones, Pierce's low-pitched laughter could still easily break the shackles he had set on himself.

"At least not here."

He heard the ice of the river beeping.

Spring is coming.

A kiss is like the splendor of fireworks and the fragrance of milk.The icebreaker pried open its teeth and drove straight through the soft ice. The cold wave began to subside, and the east wind stirred his mouth. He felt that he was probably bitten. Lie crashed into the bone marrow together.

"Go back to the car." He heard Jack say this, and the other's voice lingered in his ears, making his skin crawl.

"As you wish." He dragged the other person around and was about to walk back, when a few slight "clicks" sounded from under his feet.

It was a few white roses that hadn't had time to cut off the thorns.

He felt Jack's hand tremble in his palm, and the young man stopped immediately, picked up the rose and put it aside.

Pierce could only let out a groan from the bottom of his heart, and started to work: "Speaking of which, when did you buy the flowers? You didn't stop halfway when we came."

"It's not me." Jack raised his head suspiciously, a smear of red still remained on his lips, which made Pierce feel fascinated, "Maybe it was the gravekeeper. When I came, I saw the flowers were in a mess, so I Tidy up."

"It can't be the gravekeeper," Pierce half straightened up and looked around. "The gravekeeper doesn't just send white roses to your mother's grave. Do you think it's someone who saved you? Your mother's old friend?"

Jack slowly stopped what he was doing, "I know who it is." His voice suddenly sank, with anger brewing in his throat, "It's him."

Pierce followed the gaze of the other party, and there was a shadow of a man standing in the woods on the other side of the river. He was wearing a black trench coat as if attending a funeral, and a more gloomy wide-brimmed hat. Even a sniper like Pierce would Can't see each other's face clearly.

But he knew who Jack was referring to.If it were him, everything that happened would make sense.

Albert Wesker.

He is the origin of all evil.

Jack dropped the rose in his hand, sprinted over and plunged into the winter glacier.

tbc

2012. 7, 10

In the materials salvaged from the Seabed Research Institute, Kara Radames tried to use genetic modification technology to embed effective sequences in the C virus into the sex chromosomes to change the gender representation of BOW.However, the research has been stagnant because the virus immune experiment has only one Beta code-named J.If only we could find a few more suitable Alphas or Omega's.

Speaking of which, the sexual characteristics of that person have always been a mystery. If some of his remains can be found, there may be some turning points.