Resident Evil Redemption

After ending the last deal with BSAA, Shrine and the others completely cut off ties with it.

Afterwards, Shrine did sell the "cut down version" of other materials obtained from Russia on the black market for a good price, and obtained a large part of the direct profit from it.In the next year, except for taking on some "small trouble" tasks as usual, Shrine stayed by Two's side all the time, doing translation work with this man.

Of course, in addition to those experimental projects about herself, she also made some other more amazing discoveries in her father's very thick diary.

Until she saw the word "Wesker", her heart beat suddenly accelerated.She always suspected that she had read something wrong at the first moment, but after reading everything carefully, she realized that her eyes had not deceived herself.In this way, she knew more than just her disgraceful past.

This man, who calls himself "father", was carrying out a very mysterious experimental project in the North American experimental area as early as the 60s——Project W (Project W, alias: Project Wesker).Due to the sheer volume and scope of the project, there is no one person leading it.The other three who presided over the plan at the same time as Alexander Schiller were Natasha Walls, Holmann Ecke and Eric Kardoza.As for "Wesker," it's nothing more than an anthropomorphic personification of their initials.So, that man even had a fake surname?I rely on... Shrine shook his head.

"Every experimental product is a very gifted and intelligent child leader, and every WeskerChildren will be intentionally or unintentionally infected with a certain experimental mutant strain of the Progenitor Virus, and monitored and observed. That year I was only In my 20s, it is really embarrassing to be called father by those children. Mr.Spencer has already explained the special characteristics of these children, let us contact them, and make good observation records. Only later, I flinched. I I can no longer face the children who died one after another after being injected with the virus. In the end, under the various tortures of the mutant strain of the ancestor virus, only the tenacious brother and sister survived, although they have no blood relationship. Among them, my oldest The very clever boy I liked - Albert..."

Shrine suddenly closed the diary with a bang.It's no exaggeration to say that she thinks it's a dramatic world, really.

She really didn't want to know how the two men who were so enigmatic to her got along.

Later in the story, nothing actually happened.When the project was going on for seven years and was coming to an end, Spencer transferred Schiller, who voluntarily proposed to withdraw from the project, to the newly established Arctic Ocean Research Institute, and took over all the projects planned by Wesker himself.Then, everything went smoothly.

Shrine thought for a long time.She really wanted to know the whereabouts of this man, but she had no way of getting any news about him.And this gradually became a kind of fear deep in her heart.

That being the case, there is one last person that Shrine also hates - Spencer, the one who started everything.Perhaps, this old guy who has been hiding behind the scenes will know something.

Ignoring the global arrest warrant issued by the BSAA for Spencer personally, Shrine ordered his men to do their best to search for the old guy's traces outside the mission.If they can't even do that, what capital do they have to laugh at BSAA bastards all day long?

Finally, in the late autumn of 2006, Shrine found Spencer's secluded lair.

At three o'clock in the morning, Shrine could still clearly see the hazy moon overhead through the dry and twisted branches in the yard.She glanced down at the fallen leaves on the ground, just to make sure she was the first to get there.

A skinny old man with thinning hair was sitting in a wheelchair, facing the gray sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.He didn't seem to hear the sound of blood splashing and skull breaking outside the luxurious door of the study.until the door is gently opened.The old man opened his eyes slightly.

The girl walked in with her head down, looking at her blood-stained hands, she seemed to feel that such a meeting ceremony was not very appropriate, so she casually shook her hands.

"Sorry to disturb you so early, Mr. Spencer." Her crisp but calm voice cut through the silence.

"Who are you?" The old man's voice was very hoarse but calm, but this was how a normal person should behave in his dying years.He squinted at her carefully.

"Shrine Corova," the girl rubbed her hands, walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, and stood in front of the window, "Looking at the moon in the early morning?"

"Son, do I know you?" The old man's voice was very dry.

"Of course," she looked at the moon still hanging in the deep blue sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows, "you just don't know Shrine. Maybe, I should introduce myself again... Sir, I am ЗояКоролева (Zoya Keluo Riva)” Her practiced pronunciation clearly distinguishes between English and Russian, which she hopes will help the man better answer her questions.

"…" Spencer lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in memory. Shrine only hoped that he wouldn't suffer from amnesia too early, or all his plans would come to naught.

"What do you remember?" Shrine turned to look at the old man in the wheelchair.

"Ah... so it's you..." The old man's eyes lit up, and he looked at her with interest, "You survived..."

"That's right," Shrine folded his arms and leaned against the window, "I've been living under your nose for so many years."

"Tell me, what did you come to me for?" He coughed weakly.

"Alexander Schiller." The girl paused, "Tell me, where is this man now."

"Hehe..." The old man suddenly laughed, "Your stupid father?"

"..." Shrine didn't speak, she would no longer take her anger out on anyone easily, she just leaned aside quietly waiting for the answer she wanted.

"What if I say 'don't know'?"

"Nothing. Nothing will happen." Shrine said calmly, looking up at the rising moon outside the window.

"It's so interesting! You look so much like Alex..." The old man leaned forward and said to himself, "I did bring the armed forces to the Arctic Ocean Research Institute that year..."

It's just that Spencer was a step too late. Schiller is no longer there, and all subjects are gone. Spencer couldn't find him no matter what, all he knew was that Schiller had tricked him.But while he didn't get what he wanted, Schiller's mysterious disappearance freed him from worrying about his high status at the company being threatened.So, in the end, this oolong made by my company can only be left alone...

"..." Shrine didn't know if he should believe the old guy's words, "So, you don't have any news about him?"

"Shrine," the old man's gray eyes seemed to have a sly light, "Why don't you ask that 'король'? He might have known about Alex's whereabouts..."

Shrine was silent, and she frowned slightly. Evans?Did he already know all this?Should I trust this evil old fox?

"How did you find me?" Spencer said again.

"Your housekeeper, Mr. Stewart." Shrine was already about to leave.

"He told you?"

"No." She walked around the huge study, "We just caught him."

"and then?"

"I killed him." Shrine stopped, turned around and smiled at Spencer, "I can only blame your gentleman for being too stubborn, no matter what, he refused to reveal any information about you...so, I Just kill him. Then, I can only use my own method to find you. "

"So, you came to kill me?"

"No, no, as I said, I won't do anything to you." Shrine shrugged, "I just came to ask you about my father's trace. But..."

"But I have done something more for you, Mr. Spencer." Shrine continued to walk aimlessly in the study, "I helped that stubborn butler fulfill his last wish..."

Spencer's fierce gaze seemed to be fixed on Shrine.

"I notified Mr. Wesker for him..." She raised her lips, looked at Spencer jokingly, then looked down at the watch on her left wrist, "I made an appointment for you... Oh, wait a minute! I Gotta get out of here, that gentleman... seems to have arrived..."

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