[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

The order for the operation was issued two days later, and Chris got a more detailed coordinate pointing to an underground base near Lake Lugano in Switzerland, near Mount San Salvatore.

It would be unwise to build any underground research institutes or large facilities for BOW storage and deployment near the city of Lugano.According to the information they got, this base named as the Energy Control Center only stored a small amount of small BOW as a necessary configuration for commercial display.On the contrary, although they cannot stop the R&D work of BOW from this den, they can use it to gain access to the distribution network of BOW R&D and business centers in Europe and even the world. "Quick battle," Chris pointed on the floor plan of the control center, "after the end, all traces of agent behavior need to be erased." He rejected the usual SOA duo configuration, and only requested HQ's remote Cooperate. "The more people there are, the more accidents are likely to happen," he explained. "Jill—without Jill and the others, I don't want to make mistakes trying to adapt to new people."

"We will mobilize all available resources." The supreme officer agreed to his request with an unwavering expression, "but you must take down this fat mouse."

It was a rare sunny day in winter in Lugano that day. Chris parked the car in the parking lot on the outskirts of the city and walked up the road called Paradise "1".The road along the lake is narrow but quiet, and the road surface is slightly slippery due to the rain in the past few days.He went up all the way. On the left side, Lake Lugano was calm and the cork oak was fragrant. On the other side was the control center standing on the rocky peak. It was decorated as the appearance of a lakeside hotel, and even the name was Golden Lake. Such a name.The luxuriant noon sun fell from the sky, and sin was resplendent.

It is not difficult to enter the hotel. The operation department has already made a check-in appointment for Yi Haorong. Now only one king of war named Bernard "2" will swagger in and out of the hotel to meet customers, and by the way, enjoy the warm winter in the Mediterranean Have fun here.

The hard part is sneaking into the control center -- but for a veteran like Chris Redfield, that's no problem.He stayed in the hotel until ten o'clock struck, took the fire-fighting stairs down the stairs, halfway through the ventilation pipes, and down the vertical ventilators.After HQ helped him open a few doors, and by copying the ID card and modifying the access control monitoring, Chris drove straight in during the night when no one was around, and successfully photographed several dead files "3" from the archives that recorded the transaction information. .It's a pity that the key information is all coded. After receiving the data sent back by Chris, the intelligence department regretted that it would take at least several days for them to decipher it without the mother copy.

"I can't stay here for too long," Chris pondered for a moment, then started to return the documents after taking photos and began to erase the traces of past visits, "They won't put the mother copy in a conspicuous position. No, the lamp Xiahei may also appear here." He quickly interrupted an intelligence agent muttering, "The only people who will carry the mother copy are those related to the archives, registrars or intelligence personnel. Uh—" He exited the archives room, along the way Reset the CCTV probe interface, "HQ, I need the location information of the suspicious person. It is recommended to search the list of people who stay in the hotel all the year round or on a regular basis, and the identity—" He suddenly remembered the woman in jerry buff, the tall woman immediately looked like a skinny black The mamba swayed into his mind, and Chris then added: "The focus is on those who have recently traveled to and from France."

HQ quickly sent him a few photos and attached a short text file, which happened to be the one he couldn't forget.Walid Benti Harun Abdul Rahman Abtalib "4", a rich woman from the Middle East who loves shopping, arrived in Lugano by train from France on the 4th, Will stay here until—he glanced at the records—the lady of the big bucks has a long-term private room here, and the next few pages show that she's been a loner all along.There are also some personal information written in the note: black hair, blue eyes, height of 5 feet [-] inches "[-]", mute.An unmarried fundamentalist woman with a long-term private room in a tourist resort in Switzerland. As a disabled person, she goes out without any accompanying person. "The name is Rose? Ha, it started with her." Chris stared at the Ray-Ban sunglasses that the woman was wearing outside the jerry buff, and the veteran's instinct hammered on the temple like a hammer.

Luck has always been with Chris Redfield as it was with Leon Scott Kennedy.In the hotel lobby, he passed by that snake-like woman. The faint lemongrass breath "6" in the base note of her perfume passed his nose, and floated out of the revolving door like a leisurely stroll.Chris patted the cuffs that had been rubbed against by the black robe, and a barely smellable smell of Indian spices spread out.He frowned, some powerful pheromone suppression items would use Indian spices with a strong suggestive effect as a cover.The spice smell was so low now that it was obvious that Lady "Rose" had been on the go almost all day and hadn't had time to refill the suppressant.

Chris turned his head and followed, keeping a close distance from the lady.

"Rose" left the hotel and went down the mountain along the lakeside paradise.Chris watched her straight back, the woman's figure rising like an elegant sugar maple tree from the black robes.She walked unhurriedly, neither like a tourist who couldn't sleep at night and went out shopping, nor like a secret service member with ulterior motives, but went straight to her destination as if she had some intentions.Chris followed her for several kilometers on the shores of Lake Lugano, and he had never seen her habitually turn her head to look behind her like most of the field personnel—either she was a top agent and had already discovered his stalking, or it was her. The business is too rusty.

Lake Lugano in the middle of the night is quiet and cold. The lake wind splashed on the woman's robe feet, and flower-like edges bloomed on the black barrel, making the scent of the perfume more indifferent.The shadow of this dark flower slowly penetrated into the night, bursting into a dark smile.After listening to the monotonous sound of high-heeled shoes for an entire hour, Chris almost suspected that this prostitute was deliberately disturbing him.

After getting off the lakeside paradise, Black Rose suddenly turned left at the entrance of the Lugano Grand Hotel and went straight into the parking lot.Chris was on the corner for a few minutes, when a black Bugatti Veyron rushed out like a cockroach, turned onto the "7" Viales Avenue, and rushed out of his field of vision through the night, hissing.A few seconds later, the driving route of the supercar appeared on Chris's PDA again, and the speeding red dot flashed in the direction of San Nazaro Mountain.

The veteran's heart trembled.

He remembers very clearly that near the San Nazaro mountainside, not far from the place where the Triassic marine reptile fossils were unearthed, suspicious messages have been exchanged all year round. BSAA suspects that they have built a fixed communication station here, and several search operations It never came to any result.

Perhaps today is the time to catch all.

Rose parked the supercar next to the safe house, the waning moon fell on the bare treetops of the oak trees, and the sound of a few birds flapping their wings faintly came from the bushes.The twilight is fading from the top of her head, and the color of fish belly is leaking between morning and dusk.

The safehouse was tiny, a bed with a base cabinet full of communication equipment, a bathroom with a rain shower, all brushed with surfactant.Although it cannot meet the needs of life, it is enough for a living cat to deal with the follow-up of some dirty work here.

The tall lady took off her sunglasses and Jiribafu in front of the mirror, revealing a chiselled and handsome face under the cumbersome black cloth gown, and Miss Rose became Mr. Rose.Now, Mr. Rose raised his eyebrows and tails in front of the mirror, and the person in the mirror did the same, and a fierce light flashed in his gray-blue eyes.Then he lowered his head and stuffed the clothes into a plastic airtight bag, shook off the lambskin high-heeled boots that were obstructing his feet, and threw them in together, before stepping into the bathroom.

The smell of disinfectant seeping out of the control center stuck firmly in his nostrils, and he needed a thorough cleaning.

Then erase all traces before his dear tail arrives.

By Allah, the man in the mirror grinned, his cold face like a French pantomime was torn apart, may Allah bless him to arrive safely.

If Allah is as crazy as he is.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened again, and the man stepped out of the mist with a calf, followed by a thin and pale torso, and then his arms and upper body—unexpectedly, there were bruises from frequent injections And the hideous scars left by the hyperplasia of connective tissue, and finally the face. On his expressionless face, all the black hair drooped quietly in front of his forehead, dripping into the water.

Mr. Rose suddenly turned his head to look at the mirror next to the bed, and a stern face that was reddened by steam immediately stared back at him.

The next step is to use a towel to wipe off the moisture from the whole body, turn on the self-cleaning equipment, put on the British three-piece suit and tweed windbreaker that have been prepared, put on the matching hat, and wear a watch with a timing inhibitor injection needle hidden. Put on socks and gloves.He tidied himself up in the mirror for a moment, and Mr. Rose became a polite gentleman.

Gentleman took the Ziploc bag, in which the fine arabesques and rubbish were wrapped up, put on his brogue booties, and walked calmly into the dawn.Before closing the door behind him, he glanced back one last time at the note pages deliberately strewn across the desk and in the wastebasket, on which the mother copy of the code was engraved.The fruit is already ripe, waiting for the lover to choose.

The fish maw-colored sky began to turn red, the desolation gradually faded, and the whistling of vehicles passing sporadically came from the foot of the mountain.The gentleman sneaked into the dense forest leisurely, kicking away the humus layer camouflage under an inconspicuous tree, revealing a piece of dirty wood.Then he lifted the wooden board, jumped into the small underground space, and skillfully turned on the monitoring equipment of the safe house.

He grinned inwardly at his own method, and at the big discovery his little tail was about to make.

Although here is the secret.

The gentleman stared at the screen intently, and his subordinates folded their chins boredly watching the busy agents under surveillance.The behavior of the man named Chris in the search of the safe room generally followed the cautious style of the agents, but sometimes it still inevitably showed the openness of the military.The gentleman watched him amusedly scribbling back and forth on the collected note pages with a pencil, and after taking pictures of the pen prints, he had to tear a few new sheets to restore the old furnishings.

BSAA should equip this guy with a micron-precision scanning device, anyway, he can handle it, he thought maliciously.I don't want to do the aftermath job anymore.

After the inspection work was carried out inch by inch, the cleaning work seemed to be smooth and abnormal.Thanks to his familiarity with the BSAA, the hasty plan satisfied Gentleman with unusual satisfaction.He watched the agent carefully wipe off his fingerprints, and tapped the table happily.

The latter's movements suddenly showed a little unusual at this time. He saw the man hunched his back as if trembling, his right hand first slammed onto the edge of the table, and after a few seconds, he quickly clasped his left wrist, covering the BSAA standard The GSX watch, it looks like after a sudden dizziness.

The gentleman stopped his hands, and then his eyes fell on the white fingers pinched by the man, and then on the tightened broad back muscles.At the next moment, Chris turned his head suddenly, his eyes pierced through the surveillance probe stuck in the crack of the wall, and grabbed the gentleman by the throat.

The basement room became stuffy for a moment, and he couldn't help but recall the medical cabin he stayed in when he escaped from the volcano. The feeling of being immobile and being seen in a prison in the days when he was treated with the C virus quickly entered his mind. The gentleman pulled the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

He loosened his tie, but his eyes were still firmly fixed on the monitor. The man in the camera clenched his jaw and his face was blue. He could even see the cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He acted as if he was sick, "Good morning ,” he said, hissing breath through his teeth, “Chris.”

tbc

"What you are facing is a wall. The bricks of this wall are held together with the mortar of lies." "8" So when your friend needs help, please help him, there is always someone in need Face that wall.

Mar. 7th, 2018

The author has something to say:

"1" Shore Paradise: RivaParadiso

"2" Bernard: It means brave like a bear.

"3" dead files: refer to paper files.

The abbreviation of "4" in the name and family name is WA, and Wo Lide means rose.

"5" 6.23 feet: 1 meter 90.

"6" here is Diptyque's EauLente, a unisex perfume with Indian spices + lemongrass as the main fragrance, unisex.

"7" Viale Avenue: VialeCarloCattaneo

"8" is from "Gugra Islands Today's Law"