Resident Evil Redemption

"Shrine, are you sure?" Evans felt as if he heard something wrong.

"Well, I'm sure. We can't let this broken company go on rampant any longer." Shrine frowned, his tone was very firm, and then, he muttered in a low voice, "I thought Umbrella wouldn't last long, who would have imagined..."

"I can't let you go this time." Evans looked at her seriously.

"Do you want Reylan and his armed squad to accompany me?" Shrine rolled his eyes.

"Isn't that bad?" Evans scratched his hair in embarrassment.

"...Forget it, whatever it is." Shrine sighed, "I want to know, is this his proposal or yours?"

"Uh..." Evans froze for a moment, then grinned, "Both..."

"Alas..." She let out a long sigh of relief, tightened her belt, and after confirming that everything was ready, she gestured goodbye to Evans.Turned around, bent down and entered the helicopter.She needs to try her best to get a sample of T-Alos, and even if she can't get it, she must completely destroy everything there.This is an order……

Coincidentally, this stop directly leads to her cold hometown—Russia.

Shrine sat in the cabin with his hands on his lap, already ripping the fabric out of his thighs.She was just a little uneasy, or... scared.

"Hey, are you okay?" Reylan sat beside her, holding her shaking hand.

"Huh?" Shrine's thoughts had already flown far away, and whenever Umbrella was mentioned, she would always think of that man.It's been four years, and she still can't forget him...even though he's...dead... Could it be that she was haunted by this guy's ghost?Suddenly, she shivered.

"Shrine...you have something on your mind, don't you?"

"No, no." Shrine shook his head, "I just... always feel that something bad is going to happen..."

"Trust me, it'll be fine!" Reylan looked into her eyes very penetratingly.

"Hmm..." She rested her head on his shoulder and slowly closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down from the noise of the propeller.It's just that she doesn't know why, but now her mind is full of that man named Albert Wesker...

"Shit..." she cursed softly.

It was snowing heavily, and the pure white snow blanket could not cover up the dark and dirty dirt here... At this moment, a man in a black coat was walking unhurriedly in the outskirts of Russia.He looked at the instrument on his left wrist, and looked up at the still snowy sky expressionlessly.

Suddenly, a green indicator light lights up on the instrument.He pressed it, but there was only a noise from inside. Wesker was feeling in his heart about the quality of communication in Russia, and a moment later, a woman's voice came out...

"Are you cold now, Albert?"

"You came to me just to care about this?" He seemed to know that woman too well, so he didn't stop walking because of this, and asked, "What happened?"

"Ah... It seems that you are not cold..." The woman's steady and soft voice was mixed with a half-smile tone, even in the huge background noise, it was still very charming. "The plan has changed..."

"Huh? What kind of 'change' would that be?" Wesker emphasized the word "change" to express his dissatisfaction in a gentlemanly way.

"It has nothing to do with the overall situation." The woman's words were always oblique, "I just found out..." She paused, "So, I specifically tell you that you owe me a favor, Albert."

"Ada, do you want to walk with me in Russia with two feet of snow?" Wesker was already impatient with her tone, and he really wanted to turn off the instrument and quiet himself for a while.

"No, I won't go, but..." Ada's tone sounded like she wanted to watch a good show, "A little Persian cat will come to accompany you soon..."

"..." Wesker was silent, he always felt as if he had been tricked by something... yes...he was indeed tricked by fate...

"Why don't you talk, handsome guy?" Ada's voice was still full of teasing, "Oh, I see... you should stop talking, she doesn't want to see you frozen..."

"Thank you for your concern, Miss. Wang..." After finishing speaking, Wesker turned off the instrument.He exhaled softly, and it dissipated like smoke in the almost frozen air... thought, indeed, Shrine doesn't want to see me frozen, she just wants to see me frozen to death ...

He walked a further distance, turned on the instrument, and received the signal from Chris.To be honest, Chris' participation should have been the most "interesting" thing in his trip.He snorted softly, and took off the outermost black overcoat, reducing some weight.Since the Russian branch of Umbrella was right in front of him, he had to speed up.

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The old man picked up the phone: "Is it the human resources department? Please fire employees like Ada immediately, thank you."