[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

Jack is still a little dazed, and he can still vividly remember the process of being teased as young when he and his colleagues passed by the red light district a few years ago. Omega remembered that at that time, someone praised that a man with a strong body like him would inevitably grow into an excellent Alpha and become a leader of the stormtrooper with a tough style.And now he's an Omega, which is crazy, he thought, he'd be the first Omega to choose BOW as his Alpha.

"Omega." He repeated.In his cognition, these soldiers exuding a strong fragrance always sat peacefully in the command post, stroking their abdominal cavity while giving orders over the radio expressionlessly.Rescue, capture, massacre, no matter what kind of order, it is the success or failure of human life.They are gestating life while killing life.

So am I now, he thought.Then I quickly remembered that he was like this a long time ago-his blood, the blood of the Wesker family, those special mitochondria and DNA floating in the intracellular fluid, which are life-saving vaccines and viruses enhancer.Redfield's painful voice was still in his ears—Pierce Nivans injected himself with the enhanced C virus and stayed on the bottom of Lanxiang City forever.

He used a virus developed from my blood.Guilt rushed into his stomach for a moment.

It's all my fault.

Omega choked and coughed.The unpleasant smell of the mackerel sea cemetery suddenly hit his breath, accompanied by the wailing of the B-number machine—they were all dead, and Jack closed his eyes.Faces full of eyes screamed like zombies, coming one after another from the bottom of the sea, sky, streets, and alleys, and the muddy pupils were like boundless flames.In a trance, he only remembered to run, but in fact he could only curl up his body, clutching his twisted stomach and trembling between BOW's legs, unable to move.

It's all my fault.

He clenched his stomach and sank in the pheromone-hot flames. BOW embraced his back, steely arms pushing the wave of fire into his internal organs.He suddenly saw a girl holding an apple from the fire, and the apple fell and fell apart in the dust, and then the girl became his mother, and in the blink of an eye, it became a small grave.

It's all my fault.

Omega gasped exhaustedly in the flames full of death breath, and his thoughts were kneaded into a ball by Goulding's knot.He felt that he had been muttering about it for a long time, and it seemed that it was only for a moment before he was thrown to the ground by BOW and blocked behind him.The next moment, a furious roar rang in his ears, and the rocks burst apart like an earthquake in the electric light.

Jack fell to the ground in astonishment, his hands on the ground.The whistling of helicopter propellers and the weak electric current in the loudspeaker sounded outside the cave: "This is BSAA, please put down your weapons and come out, we will not hurt you—"

Omega tried his best to turn over and get up, and rubbed his face indiscriminately, only then did he notice that it was dawn outside the cave.

Jack stopped the furious BOW and walked out facing the sun.The cold shadow of the night faded back into the deep sea, and the new flaming sun was rising from the blue sea level, dyeing the emerald islands red.The mercenary tightened the combat uniform wrapped around his body, smelling the aroma of dry wood on the cloth, and quietly relaxed his shoulders.

The BSAA parked the helicopter on the only small platform at the top of the mountain.The tension of the blond-haired man in the team leader turned into restrained surprise after accepting Jack's brief explanation: "I have never heard that BOW can have such a high level of intelligence."

BOW seemed to understand what he said, and bared his teeth at him angrily, and was soothed by Jack's pat on the head.The team leader pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a thoughtful smile, and reached out to the weak mercenary: "I am Ethan Winters, the deputy captain of the Delta team of the BSAA North American Division. Captain Redfield should have come today, But he's going to Europe, so I'll do it for you. On behalf of the BSAA, I just want to thank you for your contribution to the fight against the BOW cause and the search for our missing teammate, Pierce Nivans—”

"Wait, what did you just say?" Jack waved his hands indiscriminately, and the combat uniform almost fell off his body, revealing a messy vest.

"Thank you for your contribution?"

"No, no, that name."

"You mean Pierce Nivans? Oh, that's right. We compared the pictures you sent with the information stored in the archives, and we believe that he is Lieutenant Nivans, the long-lost deputy captain of our Alpha team. .”

Jack's expression was brilliant for a moment: "You must be fucking joking..."

Chris tucked the 909 in his waist, covered the gun marks with a long windbreaker, and pushed open the SUV door.The No. [-] Expressway was full of chaos, the exhaust gas and dust covered the sky, and the screaming horns were puffing and puffing.Just now, the customs officials' "Welcome to America" ​​with a smile on their face seemed to be the last tenderness before their resignation. "What's going on?" he asked, poking his head out.

"A car accident, it's nothing serious, don't get stuck here." A guy who stuffed his head into the crowd responded.The guy wore the dark blue uniform of the Mounted Police, with a youthful impatience stained on his brow, reminding Chris of his early days in the Air Force overseas station flying around in the plane - scouting, scouting, scouting, day after day scouting.

So the former air force pilot quickly got out of the car and walked over, reached into his clothes and touched the familiar gun handle, and squeezed along with the mounted police while pushing the crowd to both sides. Veterans of the BSAA have seen too many horrific events that started off by surprise to ignore it.

Suddenly someone grabbed his wrist, and Chris immediately twisted his backhand, but he was still able to break free with a clever force.After sideways avoiding an elbow, he heard the attacker growl his name: "Chris!" He recognized the voice, then turned his head and was held down halfway.

"Don't look up, follow me." The attacker pushed his arm a few times in a certain direction.

They took their seats in an unassuming Audi.Chris glanced at the furnishings in the car and noticed the full set of anti-tracking equipment and military-level bulletproof measures in the modified car.This is less likely to come from the DSO, more like the FBI's handwriting-he dealt with these people when the BSAA was reorganized in 05, and they were a very difficult group of guys.

"I did it myself, you can speak with confidence."

"What do you want, Leon?" Chris frowned.

Leon sighed, reached under the seat and pulled out a USB flash drive that looked quite old: "You're going to Switzerland," he stuffed the USB flash drive into Chris's hand, "Transfer from the United States." Before waiting for Chris Opening his mouth to question, he continued to explain, "This is what Hanigan overheard. BSAA's communication system is really insecure, you should update it."

"What do you want to say?"

Leon quickly gestured to stop him from speaking, "I was also monitored."

"What? Hannigan's listening to you? I thought you—"

"It wasn't Hannigan. Someone monitored her and my exclusive communication channel, and by the time it was discovered, a lot of secret information had been leaked. Oh, don't worry, your itinerary is not included, she used another private channel .”

The BSAA veteran accepted it with a frown and a nod.

"We don't know how much things have been leaked-at least the secrecy work about the incidents in Raccoon City and High Oak City is over. And we haven't found out who did it for the time being. Hannigan suspects an insider, but I care more about the behind-the-scenes What kind of organization are people, they probably also infiltrated DSO." The agent leader pondered for a moment, then said, "I need your help, give this thing to a person. He is in Eastern Slavia."

Chris raised his eyebrows, "For your Alexander?"

Leon nodded, with a meticulous expression: "He can be trusted, and besides me, only his computer can open this USB flash drive, otherwise—" He made an explosive mouth shape, "Boom!"

BSAA frowned, lowered its head and fiddled with the little contraption for a moment.This is indeed Lyon's style. It looks ugly on the outside, but it's very neat on the inside. "Okay," he nodded, "I'll take over. Also, since you know what I'm looking for, I'll drop by and check if they've tampered with the DSO."

"Please." The agent rubbed his temples, and Chris noticed the sad tiredness of a man who had just entered middle age in his eyes. "You need to take a good rest." He couldn't help advising, "The career of fighting against BOW can't be done by working hard."

"To each other." Leon nodded, leaning on the leather back, "You also be careful."

Chris nodded wordlessly, and put away the USB drive.Before he turned around and wanted to open the car door, Leon suddenly said: "I haven't contacted Sasha for a long time—" the middle-aged man hesitated to speak, and finally showed a wry smile, "CIA and FBI took turns to warn me not to talk to Sasha." The Slavs walked too close, so—" He lowered his head and buried his face in his palms, the voice muffled into Chris's ears, and Chris saw the Alpha pheromone monitoring in his watch suddenly increased, and for a moment Then it returned to the tiny value after being masked by the inhibitor, "Hey, why the hell am I telling you this."

Chris stretched out his hand, hung on Leon's back and didn't take the shot. He remembered that he was not a person qualified to comfort the other party. It was all because of a certain guy, a certain existence that was more evil than everyone: "I Nevermind, buddy." He sat back in his seat.

The lost Alpha waved his hands, "You still have to hurry—" he lamented, "Just, tell Sasha, I'm sorry for bringing him into this matter. I'm sorry." His shoulders slumped, his voice sounded like Bitter and melancholic, like any average middle-aged man in a career crisis, but Chris understands he's just crushed, which they all are.

"I will."

Redfield turned and pushed the car door open.Route [-] was still as crowded as those narrow corridors overgrown with corpses, and he figured he'd need an armored car, or to put it mildly, an Apache.The sun was sinking slowly westward along the top of his head, setting into some thick clouds.The rainstorm is coming.Chris wrapped up his thick woolen trench coat, but his car still couldn't move an inch.The veteran looked up at the drone that was doing routine patrols in mid-air, and the red indicator light on the probe flashed forward.He suddenly remembered that when he was imprisoned for violating the orders of his superiors, the probes that were always hanging from the ceiling were also like this, acting as the only light in the dark prison.

It was Bosnia and Herzegovina in 1995, and since that day, Chris Redfield's fate has been changed forever.

Memories melt into the moist air when the first raindrops fall. "Only old people have time to remember." He looked at the wipers going back and forth, and muttered to himself involuntarily.

I am old, thought the man who had escaped death so many times.

This is a fact.

tbc

Although ■■ lost the "Railgun", they found a more important replacement.Although the information of this substitute is not yet clear, one thing can be concluded that there is an inseparable connection between the substitute and the "electromagnetic gun".

Mar. 2th, 2018

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*Undead, we are determined not to die

*I didn't say that the parted head is not good-looking, I mean the parted head made his own appearance very rough, such as Mao Zi's favorite style of Adidas jacket or something.