[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

In order for the baits to bite the hook firmly, the intelligence department had the opportunity to obtain more favorable information, and Chris was given a few days of buffer time before the mission started.He decided to take this opportunity to take a trip to East Slavia "1" and meet Kozachenko with the "gift" carefully prepared by Lyon.Chris pulled out a few clothes from the empty luggage, borrowed an old SUV from Barry, took his BSAA documents, and hit the road the next day.

The road from France to East Slavia became more and more remote, and even the refugees became rare along the way, but the checkpoints were strictly controlled one by one.He drove across the borders of several countries, deliberately dragging his tail across a small half of Europe.There are patches of beeches on the road heading east. The Serbs, Ukrainians and Middle Eastern people have divided up the dry and hard branches, leaving only the bare trunks in the westerly wind. Raggedy refugees.Chris looked at the group and remembered that he had flown missions in Bosnia and Herzegovina[2] before joining STARS, and he had seen almost the same migration of refugee groups from the plane.The dying crowd moved slowly across the desolate land, leaving behind swollen corpses, like a snake that was shedding its skin.He clearly remembered that he had received a Distinguished Flying Cross on that mission, but it had landed in Raccoon City a few years later and never had a chance to get it back.

It was the last medal he received while serving, and Chris was speechless with regret.

The continuous rain in the Mediterranean climate finally fell mercilessly the moment Chris crossed the border of East Slavia.Dark cumulonimbus clouds hang in the air, wringing out every drop of rain and dew in the air.Chris thought of Leon's request for no reason.Although he is not familiar with politics, he can still understand the meaning of this American agent-Kozhachenko must get out of this inexplicable political game. For this reason, he will not hesitate to take the risk of treason Chenko is under the umbrella of the BSAA.In the past few days, Chris has thought about this matter countless times in his heart, and he even predicted that one day, BSAA will also become Lyon's retreat.For this purpose, the humble USB flash drive he currently holds and the various risks that follow are exchanges.Chris knocked on the steering wheel with the crackling of raindrops, and he or Leon knew that there was always a price, such as Barry's family, Leon's freedom or Pierce's infection, Jill's life or death, and the end of the prison. Escaping from prison always takes something.Just himself, Chris thought, and I have nothing to exchange, neither love nor bread nor freedom, nor will I ever have.He originally thought that the battle in West Africa would quell the disaster, but in fact, the Iron Prison without its administrator is the Pandora's box that has been opened.The uncaged beasts were so exhausting to the BSAA that he wondered if it was delusional to live to see the end of this mess.He'd be more than happy to fill that hole with his own flesh and blood, as long as it didn't kill anyone else.

A trace of sneer suddenly leaked from the raindrops beating on the car window, and hid gloomily on the roof of the car, his ears clearly caught the cold sarcasm.Chris shivered, thinking it was from himself for a moment, but suddenly remembered why the voice was so familiar - many years ago, he could always shudder at this sneer, but now, time has diluted Bap Love's reflection, he almost couldn't even remember the footsteps that suddenly appeared behind him accompanied by a sneer.Chris gritted his teeth and thumped the steering wheel, and roared angrily at the roof of the car: "You just can't fucking learn to let the world go! You can't do it even if you die?"

The dense raindrops quickly responded to him.

Nothing but white noise.

He punched aggressively on the roof of the car: "Talk back! Aren't you fucking dead?"

There was silence again.

The rain was still rustling.

In his desperation, he forgot about the road conditions, raised his head and slapped the roof of the car again.In an instant, the SUV crashed into a birch tree amidst the screams of panicked passers-by.

Chris immediately came back to his senses, pulled the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes.The slippery and muddy road was pulled out with several slender brake marks, the SUV stopped only an inch away from the birch wood, and turned off the engine. "Fuck!" Chris cursed and kicked the car, and Ironhide screamed, "Fuck!" He retracted his feet resentfully, and threw himself into the seat amidst a series of curses.The old smell of leather was unexpectedly frustrating. He raised his hand and pressed his temple with the heel of his palm, and slowly adjusted his breath.

After a while, he turned his head and saw his frustrated face in the front window of the car. Beta blamed herself for being so gaffe, sighed and sat up to start the ignition again.

no response.

Fire again.

There was still no response, and the sprawling SUV refused to move forward.Fortunately, the address given by Lyon is only a few streets away, and the only trouble is the fine and long rain in Eastern Europe.Chris fumbled in the back seat for a long time, remembering that he was traveling lightly and forgot to bring an umbrella, so he had no choice but to open the car door, put the windbreaker on his head and rush into the rain.

Kozachenko was lying on the desk in the living room preparing lesson plans when the knock on the door sounded. The dark desk was full of textbooks for several basic elementary courses, and a second-hand notebook that was obviously eliminated by others barely stood On the textbook mountain.

He rubbed his dry eyes, and slowly pushed the wheelchair out of the belly of the table.First I turned around the worn Persian rug, then I passed the not-so-hot fireplace, and finally I squeezed cautiously through the narrow passage near the door.

The knock on the door became more and more urgent, as if it was about to tear down his crumbling wooden door.Kozachenko answered the glottis, freeing one hand to catch the P7M13 "3" stuck in the interlayer of the wheelchair.A moment later, the person outside the door replied in an authentic American accent that Leon had asked him to come, and quickly squeezed in sideways after Kozachenko turned the door knob.

The American put down the windbreaker he was holding above his head, and while shaking the water by the door, he introduced himself: "Chris Redfield, member of the North American Division of the BSAA. Leon, please stop by to see you when I am on a business trip." A paragraph He raised his head after talking like a cannonball, and stared at Kozachenko who was staring at the dripping windbreaker with a sudden realization, "Uh, sorry, Mr. Kozachenko, can I wring out this windbreaker here? "

Kozachenko nodded helplessly. Anyway, the door was already wet, and there was really nothing to maintain on this tattered floor: "Please come in and fix it, Mr. Redfield."

"Just call me Chris."

"This is Slavic etiquette, Mr. Redfield." He seemed to be irresistible to Chris's request, insisting on calling him sir.

Chris shrugged regretfully. He guessed that Kozachenko's pheromone was probably the same as himself, full of the hard and repellent wood smell of beech - he remembered that Leon said that Kozachenko was an Alpha like him, Probably the two of them quarreled not too often.

Kozachenko glanced at Chris suspiciously, then glanced outside, everything was blurred under the heavy rain, "Leon mentioned you to me, he thought you were very reliable and worthy of respect. He said He has benefited greatly from you in his work." The Slav closed the door with a click

Chris smiled shyly, "I thought he had a better opinion of himself." Then he noticed Kozachenko's action of stuffing his penis back into the interlayer of the wheelchair, "I'm sorry to bring you a little trouble. Now you are here more than just There are people from Washington and Moscow."

"This kind of people has never been less, Mr. Redfield." Kozachenko looked indifferent, pushed the wheelchair and politely introduced Chris into the living room, and resolutely declined the latter's help during the period. , "Leon will not waste your precious time for no reason, has he encountered any trouble?"

Chris leaned against the fireplace, breaking logs into small pieces and throwing them into the fire, telling him briefly about Leon's situation, omitting the part about moles and wiretapping—but he doubted that Koza Chenko could guess the meaning behind it. "He's actually pretty good—except for the seven times 24 continuous rotation," the man fiddled with the firewood with difficulty, causing the flames to rise from the bottom of the fireplace. The small living room was illuminated red, and Kozachenko felt that the room was suddenly bright. A lot, "He should do a renovation here, anyway, he has complained to Claire several times that he has no time to spend his high overtime pay."

Kozachenko hummed a few times and spoke with a strong Slavic accent: "He brought the wheelchair." He stroked the leather armrest of the wheelchair, his expression not as stiff as before, "That's enough."

Chris snorted and touched his nose, realizing how inappropriate what he said just now.So he took out a box in a waterproof bag from his inner pocket and handed it over: "This is what Leon asked me to give you."

Inside is the U disk.

He stared at Kozachenko, watching the other person's eyes change from doubt to understanding after opening the box, and then quickly tightened.He knows, Chris thought.Then Kozachenko's voice sounded, and the humming voice was lowered, like a crawling brown bear: "This is not for me, Mr. Redfield. In fact, this is for you."

Kozachenko maneuvered the wheelchair to the desk, took down the dilapidated laptop with children's stickers on it, plugged it in, and cut the broken USB drive into two pieces while waiting for it to start up.Chris found in disbelief that there was also a mini SD memory card attached to the USB flash drive.

"This is for me." The Slav said lightly, but Chris noticed that his hands were shaking, and he failed to insert the SD card into the slot correctly a few times.The value on the watch representing the concentration of nearby Alpha pheromones also fluctuated violently, "Do you need my help?" He couldn't bear it.

This USB flash drive was some kind of code, he speculated that maybe what happened to Leon was more serious than what he said.

Kozachenko refused Chris's help again. The Slav pursed his lips and forced the SD card into the card slot, which made Chris sweat all over his hands. He was only worried that the thin card could not hold back the Slavic brown bear. toss.Fortunately, the nervousness has not engulfed Kozachenko's rationality, and his movements are still orderly.After several passwords for voice recognition and iris recognition, and then comparing the hardware identification codes of the computer, the information in the memory card was successfully read out.

A folder was displayed in front of them, storing some picture files in different categories.Chris glanced at the thumbnails, and was surprised to find that they were all life-like pictures, selfies, group photos, and sneak shots. He even saw a picture that looked like a satellite aerial shot. In the photo, Kozachenko was manipulating a The old wheelchair struggled uphill.

The mouse caressed over those folders, staying intermittently on some thumbnails at a stealthy speed.Chris coughed, and Kozachenko turned his head away as if he had just woken up from a dream. "Um, should I—" the BSAA veteran gave an awkward smile, and he gestured in the direction of the door, "give you two some alone time?"

Kozachenko was dumbfounded for a moment, with both hands hanging on the keyboard and typing chaotically: "Mmm - no -" He stared at the screen for a moment in a daze before calling up the CMD command line in the computer, and started typing cracklingly. "The data you need will be decoded and transferred to the USB flash drive," he said dryly, putting the two USB flash drives together and inserting them into the computer.

"What about the SD card?"

"Delete, overwrite, delete again, overwrite again." Kozachenko's voice sank slowly, "Some necessary technical operations."

"Oh," Chris touched his nose again, thinking he should say something, "Sorry," so he said.

"Now, can you tell me what happened to Leon?" Taking advantage of the data migration, Kozachenko turned his head and asked, his light brown pupils flickering under the light of the flames.A brown bear sitting peacefully suddenly had a snake-like gloomy and dangerous gaze.

Chris shivered, and decided to say what Leon said in detail.

"He said he was sorry." Chris took a deep breath, feeling a little dazed after saying so much in one breath.The firelight from the fireplace shone warmly, and the hot air patted his body, stroking away the coldness from the rain on his clothes.

Kozachenko took a deep breath and retracted the hands that had been holding the sides of the wheelchair. "He—" the Slav couldn't say a word, he was stunned, and his ten pale fingers were twisted into a ball.In the end, the man had no choice but to skip this jaw-dropping dialogue: "Thank you, Chris," he changed his address, and said calmly, "I really don't have any channels to know about his recent situation." Alpha's pheromone It is worth jumping down one by one.

Chris raised his lips, wondering if he should comfort him for a while.

The air became quiet, only the rain outside the window and the humming computer in the living room remained.

At this time, the progress bar jumped to [-]%, and the computer dinged.

Chris jumped up and almost snatched the USB flash drive from Kozachenko's hand: "If you—I mean you or Leon—need assistance, I will do my best to provide assistance to you," He thought for a while, and added, "BSAA will serve you wholeheartedly."

After saying this, he nodded to stop Kozachenko from staying, "I have to go back." He explained, then took off the half-dry windbreaker hanging by the fireplace, and walked quickly into the rain. inside.

Today's performance is really bad, thinking while rushing towards him in the direction of the car, several shadows also moved quickly behind him.

Hope Kozachenko doesn't sue Lyon.

Otherwise, Claire will have a new joke.

tbc

Panic leads to confusion, confusion leads to failure, and failure means profit.I just got some stuff, and one of the most interesting is an empty file with just a name - "Cleopatra".Cleopatra?This reminds me of the beauty beast that Simmons came up with.I'm interested in getting all the information.

Mar. 5th, 2018

The author has something to say:

"1" The situation in East Slavia refers to Yugoslavia (the original book is a mixture of Yugoslavia and Ukraine, here for the convenience of the plot), because the original book set that the country did not split after the civil war, this article will be revised accordingly.

[2] This refers to the Bosnia-Herzegovina operation of the US military in 1996. I assume that Lao Ke resigned because he disagreed with the mission content in Bosnia-Herzegovina.

"3" HKP7M13, a miniature made by Walter Company in Germany.