[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

"Mr. Mendez, BOSS invites you to go in." The bodyguard in black suit and black sunglasses poked his head out from the door, signaling to the man who was pacing back and forth outside the door or rearranging his clothes in front of the corridor mirror to go in.

The man was wearing a medical white coat that was a little too big. Under the white coat, he was wearing a white denim shirt and a black tie meticulously. In addition, the iconic nerdy shoulders brought about by working at a desk all the year round made him look like a man. Like any diligent medical professional clerk.To be fair, he is not ugly. Although he is not handsome enough to be memorable, he is not the same as the general public. It is a pity that his awkward posture makes him look lacklustre, and he has become an ordinary Beta. "Now?" He looked cautious, and after getting an affirmative answer, he forced a smile, adjusted his tie in the mirror again, and stepped into the gate before the gangster-like bodyguard showed an impatient look.

The moment he entered the gate, he knew how out of place he was with this place.This does not mean that his professionalism in bioengineering does not meet the needs of the owner of this room, but that this place is too magnificent, in other words, too much like a Byzantine-style museum, an inappropriate metaphor, It's like a small, slightly complicated cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore.The center and four walls of the huge room with vast space are decorated with Roman-style columns, beside which are placed the same white statues of the Virgin and Child, angels and various celebrities with different expressions, as well as hollowing out the walls to create statues of the Eucharist. Shrine of light.His eyes moved from the walls to the stained glass, then up to the dome with religious murals that he couldn't understand, and finally fell down and saw the long wooden table that spanned the entire empty room.Then he noticed the row of tall porcelain vases in the center of the table. Clusters of flower branches of various colors also made of porcelain bloomed lushly from the vases, catching the light from the nine crystal chandeliers on the dome.

This is too much, he thought.

"Everyone is like this when they first come in." A deep voice interrupted him, and he blinked, as if recovering from his jaw-dropping, and realized that there was another person sitting behind the porcelain vase—— He realized that it was the BOSS who asked to meet him.

"Sir." Beta bent down fearfully, trying to catch the other person's expression from the corner of his eyes, but immediately found that the tall flower branches completely covered his target—even though he noticed the other person's expression from the glance just now. He is not thin and small, even considered tall and strong. His gray hair shows that he has enough experience to see through anyone under his command.

"Don't be so restrained." The tall and strong gentleman waved his hand at the other end of the table, and his middle-aged face with some traces of time showed a condescending expression common to upper-class people, "This is the United States. , please consider me your friend."

"Yes, first—oh." Beta replied reflexively, then realized that she had said something wrong, and shut her mouth in embarrassment.

"Haha," the middle-aged man laughed, "Really, if it weren't for your appearance, I would have thought you were an acquaintance of some girl who abducted me."

"What?" Beta still looked terrified.

"Ah, don't worry about this, I'm old, and I always like to fall into memories." The middle-aged man quickly interrupted the daze of the white coat, "Our time is very precious, so let's go straight to the point, you are a bioengineer Doctor, I heard that a large part of our current research on the 'Railgun' is due to your credit?"

"Ah, yes," Beta straightened up suddenly, with a look in his eyes, "this is my job."

"Tell me, what do you think we'll gain from this?"

"A new world, sir," he replied quickly, without the formality just now, "We can create a new world. Now we have discovered the operating principle of the control effect of Omega pheromone on BOW. If we can use gene editing technology to control With the changes of these viral genes, we can easily create a BOW with high IQ and absolute obedience, and if we can reversely decipher the targeted control at the gene level, we can even combine BOW and Omega to create This will change our world." The Ph.D. in bioengineering gradually became frantic, "Look, I wrote a report on this," he took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed Past, "this."

The USB flash drive slid on the table for a while, hitting the vase with a ding, he suddenly came back to his senses, shivered suddenly, then tightened his shoulders and changed into the obedient look when he just came in.

"You did a good job." The man sitting at the other end of the table spoke again. He didn't go to get the USB flash drive, but just nodded slightly, "The committee and I will evaluate this, let's go."

"Oh, ah, yes... sir." He bowed again, turned and walked out, turned around suddenly after a while, and asked as if he mustered up his courage, "Then when will I get an answer? whether to proceed."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man behind the vase responded in surprise, and laughed after a while, "Soon, doctor, I promise you, it will be very fast."

"Thank you, sir." Beta bowed for the third time, this time, he was sincere, "Thank you very much."

After leaving the magnificent palace, Mr. Mendes did not follow the instructions of the black bodyguards to take a helicopter and return to his underground research institute located in the heart of the desert hundreds of kilometers away, but went straight out In the lobby, take a taxi.

He got off the car in the city center, ordered a cup of American coffee with triple sugar at Starbucks with a blank face, then turned on the computer, sat from noon to three in the afternoon, and took the subway to an art center in another CBD , brought back a copy of Raphael's portrait of the Madonna nurturing the newborn child, it looked like he suddenly became enlightened after being influenced by art in the palace.

Then he disappeared from the surveillance in an instant along with the turbulent crowd during off-duty hours, together with the portrait.

As soon as Mr. Mendez entered the door, he threw the packaged portrait beside the trash can, as if he disliked this meaningful artwork.He changed his slippers, went straight into the bathroom, took out a bottle of special cleansing oil from the inside of the mirror cabinet above the sink, and wiped it on his face along the hairline. After 2 minutes, a translucent skin came out of his face. Unloaded, a face known to the world is reflected in the mirror.

It was the face of Albert Wesker. If there is any difference from the impression of the world, it is that this face looks thinner and younger than the blurred photo that has been widely circulated on the Internet, just like the dead Reborn and grown up again.

This face moved in the mirror, showing a sense of indifference different from its age-but it was very suitable to put on this face, after all, this was Albert Wesker, and everything related to the biochemical horror incident was slightly different. Everyone who is a little bit connected knows the Raccoon City who was nailed to the pillar of shame, the leader of countless biochemical researches and the creator of more terrorist acts.

"Damn 'family'," he suddenly cursed in front of the mirror, and threw the mask into the sink viciously, blood flashed in his eyes, "I won't let you survive so easily, you guys You can let me die a second time, but the third time, it will be you who die."

He wiped his face, supported the table with his hands and gritted his teeth for a moment, "Family, heh—" he muttered, "Family—" It took a long time for this notorious genius to calm himself down and straighten up. After swallowing a few tablets of pheromone blocker reverse medicine, he took out another mask from the back of the cabinet and put it on again. After a few minutes of adjustments and the help of disposable hair dye, one mask was better than the doctor's mask just now. A somewhat handsome face appeared, and the black-haired Mr. Rose in the mirror pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly.

Albert felt chills all over his body. It was not a good thing to inject himself with an overdose of blockers before the onset of estrus. The side effects made him feel numb and weak, and his blood churned heavily like cement being stirred.At this moment, he was curled up in the thick quilt, soaked in cold sweat, and even the heat of estrus was suppressed by the cold that soaked his limbs and bones, transforming into a sensory disorder that made him unable to move.This kind of coldness is second only to the coldness when lying unconscious on the ground after being pierced through the heart by a tyrant.

He was huddled in the suffocating darkness, and memories flooded up inexplicably. First, the insignificant things lurking in the "family" experimental base, then some bad experiences when he was experimenting with himself, and then the memories that were still there. Umbrella's old Spencer's control-freak orders, and then the scene of him tumbling in lava was also brought in.

He shuddered and gritted his teeth.Those two RPGs were enough to send him to hell, and he was still alive, so it had to be said that it was a gift from the ancestor virus.He still remembers the feeling of dragging the stump of the lost arm all the way down the hot volcanic rock, the stinging pain crackled and burned the skin, and the dried and solidified blood scabs burst open bit by bit, the bones and muscles As he huddled in the newly formed volcanic cavern, he was slowly reborn at the speed of ants - even in the underground of the Ark Ray Mountains, he had never felt such a continuous and uninterrupted torture.

So far, his body still has the scars brought to him at that time, and he has almost lost most of his inhuman abilities, otherwise he would not have to endure the same terrible pain until now—— It's all a gift from the family, he thought through gritted teeth in a cold sweat.Even though Chris' hand pressing the button made him feel cold for a moment, when he recovered, he had an epiphany early on who revealed the news to the BSAA.The family, of course the family, they wanted to kill him, just like they wanted to kill Simmons, because he wanted to create a new world, Simmons wanted to subvert the current order, and the family, their dear family, only cared about keeping them underground The status quo of the ruler.

One day, he'll fix it all.He closed his eyes, clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, and thought in a daze in the cold that almost froze him to the point of losing his sanity—it's really not as good as being in a coma, maybe he should find time to develop some powerful enough for himself first sedative.

Before walking to the bed, the first thing Chris stepped on was a ball of clothes thrown on the floor.He rummaged through it with his foot, and found that it was a suit of good material—the kind that he couldn't afford with his modest salary, and it would be a waste of money to just throw it on the ground.

The second thing that came into view was an empty needle, also randomly thrown on the ground.He bent down to pick it up and looked at it for a while, only to find that it was just an ordinary Omega pheromone inhibitor, nothing special, so he threw it into his pocket and waited for the researchers to test it.He glanced at his watch subconsciously, and then realized that this matter would make sense. The Omega pheromone reading on the watch monitor was astonishingly high. That gentleman must be in heat.

He breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he is a Beta, these so-called pheromones have no effect on him.

"Sir," he called, and then raised his voice, "Sir, wake up, sir!"

Obviously, the person under the quilt would not give him any response, and Chris guessed that the other person was probably fainting from pain.

If he wasn't pretending, maybe I should take him to a doctor, BSAA thought so, and gently picked the quilt with the muzzle of the 909 gun in his hand.Clenched tightly by the horns, he felt a blockage and trembling along the thick cotton, which really looked like he was hiding a sick person.

There's no need to keep messing around anymore, he suddenly exerted force and lifted the quilt.

Chris saw a man with his back turned to him, shivering while maintaining a curled up posture. The white shirt wrapped roughly on the man's body was almost transparent with sweat, which looked really pitiful—but he had black hair. Chris suddenly felt lost for no reason.Then he climbed up the man's shoulder with his non-gun hand and shook it—the skin there was sticky and cold, an experience bad enough to make him frown: "Sir, wake up, you need a doctor."

The man was still shaking with his back to him.

Chris sighed, grabbed the man's shoulders and turned around the man's body, what caught his eyes was a face dripping with cold sweat, handsome and hideous, although there was some very inexplicable familiarity, it didn't look very much like him The person I know.

BSAA breathed a long sigh of relief, "Are you okay?" He reached out and touched the other person's forehead, Omega's cheeks had an almost inhuman smooth touch, which made him feel weird, "Wake up." He patted The opponent's cheek.

The man whimpered and responded vaguely. He raised his head and rubbed against Chris's palm. Beta was startled, and before he could retract his head, he quickly withdrew his hand that was holding the other's cheek.

Chris held his breath as if he was choking, and he paused for a moment before recovering, and rubbed his palm on his clothes vigorously—but he still felt that it was strangely hot, "It seems that you really need a doctor, "He pressed the walkie-talkie to call the medical staff.

The drowsy man suddenly woke up at this moment, he held Beta's wrist, and a pair of gray-blue pupils tightly grasped Chris.

tbc

2012. 11, 3

The research code of Pierce Nivans will be named "Electromagnetic Gun". We hope that through this research, BOW will change from an unpredictable weapon to a truly controllable weapon, and chaos will no longer be a means of war. , control and cage are the effective methods.