[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

"I don't think it's right, it's not right anywhere," Pierce looked bewildered, and Chris didn't even know how to respond - a few minutes ago his former vice-captain was still smiling and saying he was recovering well, asking a few words He was beaten back to his original form.The young man faced him with a wrinkled face, with a white shadow remaining in his left pupil, which looked horrible and pitiful against the cold white light of the ward, "I thought I had no chance to go back to BSAA, but now I Here; I thought I was going to be a test subject for the rest of my life, but now I even have a chance to return to the battlefield; I thought, well, I obviously didn't mark that Omega, uh, but—" Pierce spit out almost With a whimpering sigh, he buried his head in his hands, hiding the centipede-like connective tissue scars left on his face due to the C virus in his palms.

Chris was speechless. Pierce was recruited into BSAA by himself. He knew that the other party treated him like a brother like a father, so he was a little distressed that the kid could only dare to talk to him.He thought for a moment, then raised his hand to pat the young man's drooping back, feeling that the other party trembled slightly under his palm, "It will be better," the middle-aged man pulled a smile—a bit reluctantly, he felt that he should behave Be optimistic, thanks to the blood samples and pheromone samples that Jake continued to provide, at least Pierce's recovery speed is still very surprising, "After all, you have gone home now."

The young man's expression became even more gloomy: "But can BSAA keep me?" He was almost bent into a ball, "I am no longer a human being."

Chris looked at him in astonishment: "Why? You are different from BOW." He raised his hand and rubbed the young man's head, and said without thinking, "You are the best vice-captain of the best team in the North American division. It will not change. What's more, your situation is not without precedent, such as your sister Jill—”

He stopped abruptly.Jill Valentine is not a suitable example. After 08, as a BOW, apart from contributing her body to research and more dangerous field missions from time to time, she has long been excluded in the name of unstable physical fitness. Outside the core decision-making circle of the BSAA.For this matter, he negotiated with the European headquarters several times, but to no avail.Jill Valentine could hardly be the best talent in the BSAA, and the blond inglourious bastard wins at least on this one.

Although little is known about Pierce, Chris understands that the fate of this young man has moved towards a bleak future as early as the moment he was injected with the enhanced C virus.He instantly remembered the USB flash drive Leon had given him earlier, and he only had time to glance at it.If those shocking information is true, the BSAA has long been infiltrated into a sieve by various underground BOW manufacturing companies, and those high-level officials who accept bribes are no longer the guardians they swore to when they entered the job.Then Pierce's situation is even more disturbing.

"Captain?" Pierce waited for a long time but did not see Chris's response, so he patted Chris's hand that was still on his head in doubt: "Chris, are you okay?" He actually missed these days very much, Chris Captain Rhys would stroke his head when encouraging him, but this shouldn't be now, the captain looked clearly no better than himself.

Chris immediately regained his composure, retracted his hand and rubbed his nose awkwardly, "Ah, it's okay. Sorry, I suddenly thought of something about work just now." You owe him, Chris thought, you have to do something, he stared at Looking at the young man's face, staring at the mottled scar on the other's cheek, guilt filled his eyes uncontrollably: "As long as you want to stay in BSAA, no one will object." But can he recover?Will he return to a state of life that is no different from ordinary people, or will he have to live with these marks for the rest of his life?Chris felt clueless.

Pierce shrank his neck uneasily under his gaze, "Uh, captain, are you really okay?"

"Ah?" Chris responded, "It's okay." He shook his head, moved his eyes away from Pierce's face, pinched the bridge of his nose vigorously, and squeezed out an idea to change the subject, "By the way, let's talk You and Jack?"

He regretted it immediately, it was really not a good idea.Although it is public and private, they will sit down and talk about this topic sooner or later, but in fact, Chris doesn't want to talk about Jack.Every time he mentioned each other, he would inevitably think of Albert Wesker, Jack's biological father.Wesker is a prying ghost, a lurking phantom, a silent ghost, and every flash will lay a stronger fence at the edge of the land, reminding him day after day of how ridiculous mistakes he has made, and how small mistakes are. incalculable consequences.He knew that unless the BSAA was able to destroy these evils one day, he would always be trapped by these endless fences, and let the phantoms roam the vast plains outside, smearing more darkness.What's worse, the soft light of those memories even wiped away his hatred for the phantom, and the beautiful illusion always tempted him to enter the inevitable future early.Almost day after day, he hoped that he could solve these things quickly, and he did not hesitate to take his life for it.Jill and the others always said that he worked too hard, but he understood that he was just fed up with the days of being whipped by memories all the time.

And Jack Muller, to a certain extent, is exactly the same as his father, clear-cut, purposeful, result-oriented, and sometimes calm to the point of cruelty towards others and himself.As Jack's only contact at the BSAA, Chris still remembers what he said when he tried to recruit Jack but was offered to exchange his blood for all the information about his father: "I don't care about continuing to be a mercenary. It's a gray area to get. And I'm happy to be a decoy with enough weight if need be. I think the BSAA should be happy to see that as well."

His attitude as if he stayed out of the matter for a moment made Chris speechless - Jack is a good boy, although his personality is a bit bad, but he shouldn't bear things that don't belong to him.Maybe becoming an Omega can change his character of repelling people thousands of miles away, Chris thought, after all, Wesker's bastard personality is not unrelated to that guy's AO and special physique.

On the other hand, Pierce was even more reluctant to talk about Jack, and Chris easily saw the clue from his frown of resistance. "I have nothing to do with him." The young man crossed his arms and said dryly in an awkward tone, "Jack Muller is an annoying guy." Smells like hard black bread dipped in milk."

Chris laughed for a moment: "I don't want to know what his pheromone smells like." He spread his hands, "But this kid is not as bad as you said. You know, he saved you. And I heard that he has been paying attention to you these days."

The young man was obviously angry, his cheeks were puffed up, he looked like a crowned puffer fish, and his short fins temporarily swept away Chris' worries: "Anyway, I just hate his mercenary style. Unscrupulous taste." Pierce spread his hands, looking annoyed, "No matter what, he shouldn't treat me as his Alpha."

"Didn't something happen to you?"

"Of course nothing happened to us!" Alpha immediately blushed, "You can check Ethan's report!"

Chris continued to maintain a half-smile expression—he felt that he could hardly hold back, and the presence of young people always brought him vitality: "Okay, okay, then it's fine if you don't like him."

"What do you mean?!"

In the end, Pierce agreed to meet Jack in a few days under Chris's persuasion, but he still muttered angrily, "He should be the one to apologize for what he has done."

Chris had no choice but to leave quickly. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would really laugh into the ward because of the new tricks of the young people-he had only been out of the sea of ​​suffering for less than half a day.

"Wait, Captain—" Pierce suddenly stopped him when he reached the door.

"how?"

The period that the young man said: "If you have time, can you help me ask how he is now? Well, it's not what I want to know. The nurse told me that there was something wrong with him. I asked for them. You know - I - I'm here for work! Yes! Work!"

Chris burst out laughing wildly, and fled out of the ward like flying.

He decided that no matter what, he would let the two boys sit down calmly and have a talk.

Vancouver, Carral Street.

Ten thirty in the evening.

Jack huddled under his hoodie, clutching a full cup of double-strength black coffee, and walked briskly across the back alley of the bar.Deafening music came from the room with no soundproof measures, so loud that he couldn't even hear his own footsteps.A rat screeched out of the stinking dumpster and sprinted across his instep, leaving him barely holding on to his glass.Half a cup of coffee was spilled on the ground, and the strong aroma of cinnamon powder wafted up from the dirty ground, making him click his tongue regretfully.

He didn't stop for a moment, but turned right quickly with the remaining half cup of coffee in his hand.While walking out of the alley, he immediately took out the phone from his pocket with the other hand, turned on the front camera, and turned it slightly to face behind him.He looked at the deserted street from the screen, and before he had time to stretch his brows, a vague black figure also turned out from the entrance of the alley, following him leisurely.

"Sitt," he cursed under his breath in Estonian, and brusquely shut the phone and plugged it back in, feeling a terrible headache.Since he came out of Starbucks, this tail has been following him, like a nightmare, and he can't get rid of it by all means. If he had known this, he might have just soaked those bad-tasting instant products that come standard with BSAA instead of sticking to The obsession of Estonians to go out and buy coffee.

Jack turned to the main entrance of the bar, the loud sound of the back rocker and the cheers of the crowd poured into his ears, and the strong and bad smell of artificial pheromone hit his stomach crazily.He felt the scar on his right cheek throbbing slightly, his skin was a little hot, and the heat of estrus that had not completely subsided was rushing out of his body.He began to regret that he didn't give himself another injection of inhibitors before going out, otherwise the effect of the medicine would not have faded because of walking around the street for too long.

He looked back through the front-facing camera again, his tail was separated by a streetlight, and the nightmare was still following him silently.Only a man who is stronger but shorter than him can be discerned in that vague shadow. If he circles around the bar, he may be able to use the crowd to shake him off, and then climb from the window of the bathroom to the place where he just walked around. Circle the back alley to escape.But for the bar, Jack was a little hesitant. He didn't know if it was a good idea to come to this pheromone chaos now.

There was a crowd of people outside the bar, and the messy smell of pheromones stimulated his nostrils.He shivered, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and took a big gulp of black coffee for himself, the bitter taste immediately diluted all bad and sweet smells.He shook his head, pushed the crowd with difficulty and squeezed in: "Let's go."

"You have to line up!" someone shouted at him.

"Sorry, but I desperately need to get in," he responded gruffly, pushing forward.

"We're all very 'needs', chick!" A malevolent roar of laughter rang out around him, then cut short when he pulled his hat back to reveal the scar on his right cheek.

Jack put on his hat and turned sideways to avoid those suspicious eyes.A slender man wearing only a few belts immediately took the opportunity to slip past him, and the choking Omega smell hit his face. He endured the nausea and followed closely, passing through the crowd one after another.

Standing on the steps of the door, the bundle of belts gave him a wink. The security guard licked his lips and put the belt in, and immediately stretched out his thick arms to stop him from the door.

Jack looked down at the security guard who was almost a head shorter than him, "What are you doing?"

"This thing can't be brought in." Unmoved, the security guard raised his jaw and pointed to the coffee in his hand.

Damn it, Jack cursed inwardly, don't be such a fucking moron.He quickly swung the half cup of coffee left in the cup, and quickly stuffed it into the security guard's arms, "I'll send it to you, as long as you can drink it." He sneered inwardly.

The security guard put down his arms readily, and raised his head inside: "Get in." Then he turned his head and raised his cup and shouted, not paying any attention to the sudden knife gaze from the mercenary who was still standing at the door: "Omega's coffee with a temper tantrum ahead!" , who dares to ask for it?"

Jack turned around suddenly and raised his fist: "Fuck it—" At this moment, a powerful hand suddenly reached out from the side and broke his shoulder, and the arm was put on it from a slightly lower angle—it was the tail, he Still caught up.Jack's heart tightened, only to feel a disguised alpha smell coming from behind: "Never mind, kid, do you want milk or coffee?"

"Milk," he said reflexively, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

Damn, that line is a little too familiar.

Memories strangled his neck, and he moved his Adam's apple as if choking.

The strong hand moved down and patted him on the back almost without any sexual factors, and the familiar Itonia accent sounded again: "Drink milk here, interesting choice." Then it moved down, circled Over the spine and waist, he pressed Jack's hand on the holster: "Let's go to the bar, and I'll get you a glass of milk."

Jack stiffly turned his head halfway: "Instructor—" He stuttered and couldn't breathe well, so he could only hold the 909 gun tightly under the holster.The strong hand squeezed his fingers, warming his knuckles, like when he first joined the mercenary army as a teenager.

Itonia's nightmare still surfaced.

tbc

The management of BSAA's North American branch has become looser on the outside and stricter on the inside these days.That guy is still in the medical center and hasn't gotten any news.But I'm sure these changes must have something to do with him.Chris Redfield, what the hell are you doing?

Mar. 13th, 2018