[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

"France is not very peaceful now." The person sent by the BSAA French headquarters to pick up the plane said as soon as he saw Chris, he lowered his voice, looking like a suspicious habitual thief, "There are refugee camps everywhere, even expanding to the headquarters. Coming to the side."

"I heard," Chris nodded, looking dumbfounded, "the headquarters has stepped up security there, but you don't have to be so nervous, Barry."

"Can't you be nervous? We caught a few agents in the refugee camp the other day. But what the hell is it for? You can't ask the government to remove all the overage children.' We need sponsorship and word of mouth .'" Barry gestured with double quotation marks, rolled his eyes to show resentment on his face, and returned to his usual loud voice, "Fuck him." He snatched Chris's empty luggage bag and put it He slammed into the car. "Let's go, the chief executive is waiting for you in the conference room."

Barry drove the black Renault anti-riot vehicle "1" with the BSAA logo and turned onto the highway. On the side of the road, he could see a small refugee gathering place, blocking the way in a mess.

He slapped the car horn angrily and let out a series of loud beeps.A group of robed Middle Easterners stuck in the middle of the road and slid past him slowly, ignoring the screaming horns.

Barry grumbled a few times through the car window, and the horn blared impatiently again.This time it was a hornet's nest. The bearded men cursed and yelled Arabic, picked up gravel and bricks on the ground and threw them on the car without thinking.There was even a tall man in a white robe whose muscles were about to burst, lifted a metal bucket on the side of the road and threw it towards him, scratching a white mark on the pitch-black Sherpa with a "boom".

Barry yelled fiercely, and was about to get out of the car, but Chris grabbed him: "Hey, buddy! Calm down! Calm down!" He grabbed the latter's neck and pulled him back, "Don't bother with them, we can change the car. road."

The consultant of BSAA couldn't get rid of Chris's iron-like arms for a while, so he sat back and shrugged with a wry smile: "You have seen it too, there is no way to go."

Chris patted him on the shoulder: "You really haven't changed. Look, we can go out."

Barry quickly retorted: "Then you have changed a lot. I still remember that I was responsible for stopping you before."

Chris pursed his lips in silence, raised his eyebrows and made a half-true grimace at him.

The refugees were still threatening outside the window, Barry tried to reverse the car, and soon a few clung to the back of the car blocked their retreat, yelling in blunt French for them to get out of the car and explain.Barry was held down by Chris and couldn't get out of the car to reason, and he had a headache from the cursing outside the window, so he had to keep honking the horn to vent his anger.Chris, however, was still calm, and hung up the phone to the headquarters to tell them to go to the city hall. Then he leaned on the backrest and chatted with Barry.

They first chatted about the recent situation of both sides.Barry is worrying about his daughter Polly's studies: "She wants to study molecular biomedicine, and she says she's working on finding a way to cure those BOWs," the man scratches his gray hair and sighs, "I'm still thinking about my family One person, don't get involved with this mess, and in the end she still followed in our footsteps."

Chris heard the words and could only pat his old friend on the shoulder in silence.He always felt that everything in the past 20 years was an iron prison. From the moment they put their hands on the barbed wire, he and all his relatives and friends were sentenced to lifelong violence for no reason.He took a deep breath: "You can ask Rebecca, she is now a visiting professor at the medical school."

Barry nodded and told Chris they had been in touch.

The conversation quickly turned back to Chris, who was again asked when he would officially take life events into consideration. The old STARS team member said sincerely: "Jill is a good girl. Although she is an Alpha, I don't think she will mind your Beta status."

Chris just shakes his head, both he and Jill are tired of asking this question. Beta rubbed his face: "God, I thought at least you wouldn't ask that. We are not suitable, we are more like relatives than friends. You should understand," he leaned back in the chair, compared A helpless gesture, "If we can be together, do we still need to match?"

Barry thought for a while, and then continued: "Actually, many couples will become relatives later, and you just entered this step ahead of time. But it's also true, if you are happy to be together, no one will say anything. After all, after Raccoon City You've all been single long enough."

Oh, Raccoon City.

Chris fell silent for a moment.

Were you single then?I didn't have time to bring up the breakup - at least not before Kijuju.He stared at Barry silently for a moment, then glanced out of the window in embarrassment.The refugees surrounded the immobile Sherpas in arrogance, holding stones and wooden sticks and roaring violently. They looked almost exactly like the victims who were injected with Plagas in West Africa.Then Chris noticed a woman wrapped in a iron barrel-like figure of Ji Libafu, she was surprisingly tall, standing quietly behind the crowd with her head bowed like a long thin black whip in a pile of Plagas worms.

Chris's heart shivered and he came back to his senses: "Look there," he pointed in the direction of the woman.Barry glanced at the car window and looked at him blankly: "Where?"

The veteran widened his eyes when he heard this, only to realize that the woman's slender figure had disappeared under his nose in just a few seconds.He glanced back and forth out of the window, and the next moment he heard the car's pheromone indicator blinking. "The concentration of Alpha pheromones is rising, um, so are Omega's?" Barry rolled his eyes at the book and beat his legs anxiously, "It doesn't look good. There's going to be riots here. Damn, if the police don't come, the gang will The Alpha lunatics are sure to turn this place into a scene of bloodshed."

Chris almost wanted to laugh, BSAA soldiers can face zombies and BOW without changing their expressions, but they can only do nothing against a group of rogues. "I'll solve it," he pondered for a moment, "I know a little Arabic."

Fortunately, people from BSAA and the municipal government rushed over at this time, and welcomed Chris and Barry back to the headquarters base with great fanfare.

As soon as they arrived at the base, they encountered a team of newcomers running head-on. The wind blew from behind the young people, blowing up their clothes and making a rustling sound, adding a touch of greenery to the dusty driveway.

Compared with the several feet deep snow layer in Canada at the moment, the winter in France is almost as warm as spring.Chris felt hot after walking a few steps, so he took off his trench coat while nodding to the respectful rookies.Immediately, someone came up to pick up the clothes and sent them to the dormitory together with his flat luggage.

Chris felt awkward. When he was in the North American branch, he was used to doing things by himself and never allowing others to intervene in his own life-this was almost a reflex alert brought to him by years of battlefield experience. Things take for granted.Barry noticed his frown and gave him a knowing smile.

They were then taken straight into the conference room.Before Chris took his seat, the chief executive of the BSAA cheered at him: "Well done, Barry, Chris, with such a big fuss, the fish all surfaced." He handed over a PDA .

The two of them leaned forward together, and the PDA contained candid pictures of them facing refugees and several messages from different channels just intercepted, all discussing why Chris Redfield, the veteran of the BSAA, Legends from the North American division will be coming to France at this time.Some thought it was a secret transfer, but others suspected that the BSAA was planning a multi-branch operation.

"I think we need to re-screen the secrecy work of several research institutes. There have indeed been a few little mice jumping up and down in the research institute recently." Chris clicked on a message and read, "You can start here." He pointed out.

The supreme officer nodded in agreement: "The intelligence department will be responsible for follow-up. Now let's talk about your work this time, Chris. After so long as an SOU, are you ready to be an SOA again?"

The three-person meeting lasted for several hours, and the secretary came in halfway to deliver a few cups of coffee, and at the same time brought a fax document with confidential words.The chief officer with the white beard tore off the seal and glanced at it before handing it to Chris: "Chris, congratulations, your long-lost deputy captain is back." After a pause, he continued, "Although he is not in good condition. how good."

Chris took the document full of doubts, and was taken aback when he saw the half-human half-BOW photo on the whole page after opening it.He will never forget this face. At the bottom of Lanxiang's seabed, Pierce looked at him with this face when he pushed him into the escape pod, tragic, quiet, and relentless.He fell into memory, but came back to his senses after a moment, and found that the Supreme Commander and Barry were staring at him.

"Chris—" his old friend asked cautiously, and stopped halfway.So he nodded to indicate that he was fine, and continued to read.

From the second page is Winters' report and Pierce's medical records.Chris had mixed feelings when he read about Jack's newly awakened Omega gender and its wondrous effect on Pierce.I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, he thought, too many variables, it's too dangerous.I should end things here earlier, he scrolled down, hastily scanned through the documents mixed with pictures and texts, and occasionally typed in black codes covering confidential information, thinking that he had to go back and have a good talk with them talk.

"Now let's continue." Chris quickly closed the document and nodded firmly to the supreme officer sitting across from him.

tbc

The idiots of ■■ must be guessing why he came to France, they will never understand that it is just a cover.While someone is running a kite, I can go one step ahead.Let those people get their last vote in this stinking disaster in France.

Mar. 3th, 2018

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