[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

They were led into a door, a door carved with intricate patterns in a style he could not understand. The dark red wood opened slowly, making a creaking and stagnant sound.What caught his eyes was a magnificent hall, with huge vases much taller than him decorated on the four corners, two spacious staircases looping upwards along the wall, converging on the middle floor and then extending to the corridor on the upper floor, a huge crystal chandelier Hanging down from the towering zenith, it casts a warm yellow halo in the dimly lit room.

The person who received them was a middle-aged man who looked rather severe. Albert heard the doctor in charge of teaching them go up to him and say that these seven or eight-year-old kid were the group of Wesker orphans cultivated by the company, which made him He curled his lips boredly.Since he can remember, he has been told countless times that the company raised you orphans, and you should repay the company with loyalty.Who knew what loyalty was, all he knew was that that horrible old man named Spencer would keep them together and make them fight to the death like gladiators in the books for a little play.

"I'm Dr. James Marcus, the director of the Mount Acre Underground Research Institute you are going to visit today." The voice of the middle-aged man interrupted the childish anger. The director looked fierce with his hands behind his back, "The credo of the institute is 'obedience leads to discipline, discipline leads to unity, unity leads to strength, and strength is everything'. I hope you will also keep this creed in mind when you visit today."

The children also straightened their backs with their hands behind their backs like little adults, and they agreed in unison in a childlike voice.

Wesker still can't figure out why they led a group of children to visit the underground research institute. After all, this is not a science museum suitable for children, and for children who don't understand what it means to be open-mouthed, such a secret institution is also very important. It seemed too much beyond their comprehension.He vaguely remembered that they lined up in a single file, walking through the narrow and cold corridors of the research institute. Mold and dust accumulated in the corners of the research institute, and he could even see brown spiders waving their claws at them on the cobwebs.The contents hidden in the thick iron doors are even more daunting. The researchers sliced ​​huge spiders, leeches, snakes and other annoying creatures into thin slices and observed them under the microscope. In the incubator there were arm-sized Periplaneta americana for them to see.In the incubator, the huge insect fluttered its wings and ruthlessly chewed up a white mouse. The blood slowly slid down the glass of the incubator amidst screams and sobs.

That was the first time he realized what kind of new world these studies could create, and the last part of the visit was an eye-opener for them.It was a woman locked in a cage, or a creature like a woman. Her face was like a monster, her hands were bound together by thick shackles, and there was a huge and twisted tumor on her back. Albert saw the distorted faces of countless women on the skin leaking from the tattered clothes whose colors had long been obscured.

"Come and meet Lisa." Dr. Marcus knocked on the cage. Hearing the sound, the monster suddenly raised its head, held up the shackles that were locked up, and rushed over with a whining sound like a ghost, and then hit the cage with a loud bang. The loud noise scared a few girls to tears.

"She's so stupid!" A brat pouted.

"Are we going to be like her in the future?"

"Of course not, my children," said Dr. Marcus with a rare smile that Albert felt was even more menacing, "but you'll have toys like this when you grow up. Now, who wants to watch from a distance How about our Lisa?"

"Let Albert go!" The tallest boy in the team shouted maliciously, and immediately a group of people echoed, "He likes these toys the most!"

"That's right! He won't be afraid of this thing!"

"Dr. Marcus! You see he doesn't argue! Let him go!"

These people are so stupid, Albert thought, isn't it just that I passed these idiots in the last exam?

Only a girl named Alex refuted this point of view, but her voice seemed extremely weak under the eyes of several tall children.Eventually Albert was brought up to Lisa, who opened the cage and let him in.

The next moment, when Lisa rushed towards him screaming, Albert only remembered to squat down and stretch out a foot at the right time to trip over the monster that was rushing towards him.After winning, the child ran quickly, kicked the huge tumor on Lisa's back, and then hit it without thinking, until the monster screamed horribly.

Unity can never bring strength, the blond little adult clenched his fists in the cage and panted, only strength can produce greater strength.

Wesker doesn't like memories, and memories are not good. In memories, things that are disgusting and disgusting can last longer than happiness, such as the rough education that was completely Spartan when he was a child, or those full of False and submissive, it is a boring and uninteresting battle.But now he can only recall, immersed in the old things like cotton, and let others rummage through his mind.

In the Korguev Island laboratory, he can only have a few hours of waking time every day, and he is mostly dragged here or there to do some experiments on the suitability of the new BOW, and the rest of the time is controlled by drugs. The injections put him into an artificial slumber.When he was drowsy, he could still feel the operations that he himself had imposed on others, such as shackles all day long, electrodes all over his body, vivisection, and the "family" had various methods to make him come out again and again. Waking up in a cold sweat, he lost consciousness uncontrollably the next moment.He is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, terrified all day long in the sheepfold. Even the last time his family exposed the location of the Central African base to BSAA, he never brought him such a sense of humiliation.

But now he can only close his eyes and curl up into a ball again, the past lingers around him like a theater, letting him run back and forth between the curtains in vain.Endless faces crawled under his feet, showing false smiles, pain and joy intertwined on their faces, and finally fixed on the stunned face of the other party when he saw Chris for the last time.

Idiots, he thought, a bunch of idiots.

But even this security was taken away in a moment, he heard someone rushing in in a daze, and then the airtight door of the recuperation cabin was slowly opened, and the cold liquid used to stimulate awakening was passed along The syringe enters the artery, causing a slight tingle.Wesker opened his eyes reluctantly, only to vaguely see the tall man with gray hair standing in front of him.

"Why, your family has finally lost the sense of time to conduct bed checks at night?" Omega asked lazily while lying on the soft and comfortable cushions in the recuperation cabin. He had to admit that at least in terms of preferential treatment of prisoners, this group of people did it. Much better than what he himself had done before.

"Shut up!" Someone came up to teach him a lesson, but was immediately blocked by the man. He looked Wesker up and down for a while, and the indifferent eyes he picked out the goods made Omega's hair stand on end for a moment, "You can still talk, it seems We raised you well. Nurse, give him two more injections of nutritional supplements, so that he won't be able to handle it for a while. "

After the medical staff took care of everything according to the man's instructions, they were quickly dismissed by him with a wave.The man grabbed Omega's arm and pulled him out of the soft bedding, grabbed his throat and asked sharply, "Did you do something to the SHACKLES virus test subject!"

"..." Wesker could barely breathe due to the tightly strangled throat, but he was already laughing on the ground in his heart.The family only knows to breed his clones and use their Omega pheromones to control those Alpha subjects who were injected with the SHACKLES virus, but those idiots never knew that he was not just an Omega, he was also an Alpha, his clone Nature also inherits these properties.It couldn't be easier for him to establish the link and control what his clones do.Similarly, he can naturally use those SHACKLES virus experiment subjects used as security guards to let out the wind of where he is.Naturally, there will be a lot of people who want to find out and take the opportunity to get a share.The Korguyev Island Laboratory is the place where the family has invested the most in recent years. He does not believe that the foundation of the family will not be shaken when this place is exposed.

Nobody can try to kill Albert Wesker.

The man threw the Omega to the ground like throwing something dirty. Wesker lay on the ground coughing and coughing. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the other party wipe his hands with a towel. "Stand up and follow me." He hated He kicked the Omega who was clutching his throat, "For the safety of your life, don't try to play tricks."

tbc

2018. 2, 13

We've laid a net, just waiting for Albert Wesker to jump in himself, and even if he never reveals himself, I think using his son as bait will always get him out, and what happens next It's all under my control.

I have seen the world bow to the family under the pressure of SHACKLES.