This is impossible!

He ran fast, jumping over low stakes, and lowered his head to avoid a dead branch in the middle of the path. The winter snow and fallen leaves creaked dryly under his feet.

It can't be, he thought, that kid shouldn't exist.Why did Sinia Muller keep him?He is a handle, a stalker, a reminder, and should not be their child.They shouldn't have kids, it doesn't help life or career.

However, that guy is really their child. The first time he saw the other person, he realized that the other person had the same blood as himself, and the similar part of their pheromones went crazy in his blood. Shouting as if, and he was so shocked that he could hardly contain himself.

Get out of here before you get caught, it could be a trap.He said to himself, but soon he found that shock had greatly robbed his ability to act and judge. For a long time, except for the endless anger brought to him by the resurrection from the dead, he had never had any emotion to him Such a big role.

It shouldn't.

The sound of chasing was getting closer, and the footsteps sank on the humus layer, making a frightening friction sound. Albert Wesker took a deep breath and continued to run forward.

At noon on a July day in 1992, a heat wave was raging over Fort Lewis Army Base[1]. Not even the wind from the Puget Sound could dampen the sweaty heat on the training ground.The sun dazzled through the atmosphere and hit the ground directly, and the figures huddled together under the surging light, and rushed across the hot road with the hurried soldiers.

Only one soldier wearing a green short-sleeved training uniform was walking by the side of the road unhurriedly.He was wearing Ray-Ban sunglasses that covered half of his face, and he was holding a file bag in one hand. He could not be identified because there were no epaulettes on his training uniform, but the blond hair with the same color as the sun combed back saluted the passing soldiers one after another. His behavior all showed that he was not a lowly officer in the base.

The blond officer quickly turned a corner on the road and walked into the tree-lined dormitory area.When passing the sixth row of houses, he turned right, stopped after passing the second unit, took out a magnetic card from the pocket of his training pants, and quickly swiped it at the door.

With a ticking sound, he opened the door and got in.

"We agreed to meet at the bar tonight, Sinia Muller, not at my dormitory ten hours earlier. I've always hoped you'd be a man with a plan and wouldn't barge in. The officer unlocked the door with a key, stooping slightly to avoid the low beam while taking off his shoes.He threw the folder casually on the coffee table, frowning at the person on the sofa with his back turned to him.

"Come on, Albert." The woman named Xinia turned her head and shook her long chestnut hair. She quickly blinked her right eye at the tall officer and smiled to herself. "Didn't you give me the key to the dormitory so that I could come in at any time?"

"Not at this time." Albert frowned, "What happened?"

"You know, you have a problem, that is, you are always too straightforward. This is not a good way to communicate with girls." Xinia lay on the back of the sofa and looked up to face the man standing with her chest crossed. She saw the other party's sunglasses The light-colored eyebrows behind were visibly twitched.

"Go out if you have nothing to do." The man's tone was not kind.

"Don't put on your Alpha airs, I'm a Beta." The woman didn't care about the other person's insults, but laughed more cheerfully, "Okay, it's Spencer," she shrugged and fiddled with the red-painted Nail, "He hopes to see you in the evening. The place is here."

Albert's face froze, and his eyes behind the sunglasses were fixed on the note that Sinia handed over. "I knew it," Xenia didn't see the other party reaching out to take the note until she felt her hand was sore. "It's no good if you come in person." He said with a pale face.

"He wants you to report the current progress directly to him. It seems that Mr. Spencer misses you very much." Sinia's tone suddenly became a little mocking, "So, I'm here."

Alpha pursed the corners of his lips tightly, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his disgust and anxiety began to pound the bottom of his heart—for Albert's entire childhood, Oziwell Spencer was a nightmare.He's avoided confronting this tortured control freak, but so far he's never succeeded, and the name has left him with endless aftereffects. "What's the meaning."

"He hopes that our relationship will make rapid progress." Xinia suddenly stood up from the sofa and curled her lips, "He said that progress means that we have to have some closer contact, such as this. "She stepped in front of Alpha in a few steps, and quickly raised her hand to take off the other's sunglasses.

Albert suddenly tensed his back, his gray-blue eyes were tangled up, "I know," Alpha, who had lost the protection of his sunglasses, narrowed his eyes and responded dryly, "It's like William and Anne Birkin."

"The company's alternative human resources management method." Beta smiled, raised his hand to climb Alpha's chest and pushed gently, Albert staggered backwards, and fell into the thick cashmere floor mat on the ground.

However, the moment he fell down, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Xinia's wrist: "When are you going to leave the company." He used a firm tone.

The other side's face darkened and returned to normal in an instant, "Soon," she replied softly, "maybe before this thing gets out of hand."

"Need help?"

Recalling this memory, Wesker showed a wry smile. Although he and Sinia regarded this matter as a way to slow down Umbrella, it was clear that neither side expected it to still have such a profound effect after so many years. Influence.

Jack Mueller.

This is the child's name.

Jack Mueller.

Jack Mueller.

He repeated it several times in his heart as if forced, and finally closed his eyes and exhaled.

Because of this casual sweep of the grave, it took him a lot of effort to escape from Jack and his Alpha.The opponent is like a lion cub just out of the cage, clinging to the target tightly, but without the power of BOW, he has no strength to face the enemy head-on, and can only run exhausted in the forest.He almost tried his best to get rid of the opponent's pursuit. After changing cars and changing clothes several times, he finally returned to the temporary residence stationed in the new city of Reveri.

The safe house hidden in an old apartment is small, poorly furnished but tidy, and has all the concealment conditions and facilities required for a safe house.He stood in the middle of the room for a while, gasped for a few times, and sat down next to the edge of the bed after a while. He took off his gloves and grabbed the jaw of his right hand fiercely, while scanning the room aimlessly.

It was his unique method of self-calming, which brought him into a state of relief more quickly than sedatives and morphine at a time when back-and-forth injuries had been haunting him.He closed his eyes, threw the sunglasses beside him, opened his eyes after a long time, and the gray-blue pupils of Mr. "Rose" who had made Chris almost play around had regained their spirits.

His eyes turned around in mid-air and landed on the filing box next to the house.

That's the first thing to do, get rid of this tricky file and wipe Jack's history from the face of the earth.It's good for everyone.

The fire burned from the sink, and the old yellow documents gradually turned black and curled in the flames, and faded into a big ball. He poked the sink with a stick expressionlessly, and dropped a few drops of kerosene into it until the paper Burn fully, and slowly break into black ash in the firelight.

Immediately afterwards, he turned on the faucet again, and with the sound of rushing water, he knew that these materials would never be known from now on.

But this is only the first step. To erase these traces, he still has more things to do.

Such as the person trying to get his identity, and any other ways that may lead to information exposure.They are even as important as revenge, which he regards as his top priority.

With time running out, he took a deep breath and realized he had to make another schedule for this.

Chris stood outside the door with a tense expression on his face.A few hours earlier he had received a call from Pierce, who told him eagerly that Albert Wesker, the lingering ghost, had appeared again.Although the appearance of the person in the description was not quite the same as the bastard in his image, his vice-captain confirmed with certainty that the fleeting shadow was his true self. "Jack is pretty sure that's him."

"He never saw the man."

"Maybe it's something like father-son induction?"

"Pierce, when did you start to believe in such illusory things? Well, when did you trust 'Mr. Muller' so much?"

Pierce was stunned on the other end of the phone, and suddenly hesitated a few times, which made Chris happy. Realizing that some pleasant chemical reactions might have happened between the two of them, he snorted happily through the phone .

"No, I didn't—even—but," Pierce on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, as if he was considering his words, "but Chris, the person who rescued Jack in the underground passage, and the person you tracked earlier, so With so many coincidences together, it is difficult for us to rule out his suspicion."

Chris fell silent suddenly.The mood of joking was dispelled, and Pierce's speculation was like a sudden blade across his eyes. To a certain extent, he felt undeniable, but on the other hand, he was looking forward to it—he didn't even quite understand what he was expecting.The only thing he understands is that he shouldn't have such thoughts, evil comes again?Does he think this mess is not enough to trap him?

Because there was no response, Pierce had to continue: "Think about it, if it was him, everything would make sense. We should verify it."

The middle-aged man hesitated rarely.For a certain moment, he thought of Wesker's amiable and indifferent face in STARS fashion, but the next moment was interrupted by the hell scene brought by those biochemical weapons, which made him shudder, and suddenly came back to his senses.

This is not the time to be caught up in memories.

He gritted his teeth to dispel those intertwined hideous faces, and slowly, several games with the underground factory in recent days came to mind, and he remembered the face of the "Lady Rose" hidden under the black robe—if she and This time they discovered that the people were related, and perhaps the context of the incident would be clearer.

Pierce is right, it's worth a try anyway.

So now, after a few stalkings, here he stood, in the doorway of a tiny apartment.He still has some hesitation, Wesker is not the kind of character who will save other people, even if the other party is his own child, this bastard will only think that it is a thorn in his side, and he must get rid of it quickly.But now that there is no way to retreat, he must have to deal with the other party to come to a conclusion.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, straightened his thick jacket, hid 909 under his armpits, and gestured to the camera at the top of the corridor, signaling the team members lurking at each exit to stand by.

He knocked lightly on the door, but got no response.

There was a louder knock on the door. "Is anyone there?" he called.

There was still no response, and he didn't even hear the hurried footsteps. At the same time, the sniper lurking on the opposite roof also informed him through the intercom that there was no trace of heat source moving in the house.

They spent enough time investigating before to confirm that the other party had stayed in the house and had not gone out. This reaction was really unusual.

Chris kicked hard on the door a few times, and the old wooden door fell down after a few slams.

He quickly took out the 909 from his armpit, and scanned the room for a week along the muzzle of the gun.It was too small here, enough for him to see everything, and the sniper was right, there was no trace of the heat source moving in the room.

Then his eyes fell on the rolled quilt on the single bed in the corner of the room.

tbc

2012. 10, 10

During the salvage operation the day before yesterday, we made a major discovery. BSAA Lieutenant Pierce Nivans, who has been infected by the C-enhanced virus, will provide new samples for the study.Interestingly, he's still mutated and retains a small amount of sanity despite so long after the offshore platform collapse.This deserves the highest possible attention.

I will raise the level of this matter to Level 9.

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