In a café in Raccoon City, a young blond man in an expensive suit sat inside, calmly sipping tea.
He had the fair hair you’d expect from a Westerner, yet carried the steady, composed temperament of an Easterner.
Sitting across from him was a stylish beauty with short hair—pretty features, a resolute expression, and that sharp, heroic air that made her look downright dashing.
“Pleased to meet you, Miss Jill.
I’m Eddie Cai, and I’m your blind-date partner today.” Eddie smiled as he reached out and gave her hand a brief shake.
Jill furrowed her brow.
“Hello.
I’m Jill—Jill Valentine.
I’m currently a member of S.T.A.R.S.
(Special Tactics And Rescue Service).
Your name is… kind of strange.
Are you Eastern?
And I heard you have a villa in the Arklay Mountains?”
“Strictly speaking, yes.
I’m Eastern.
My name was given by my parents—can’t just change it whenever I feel like it.
As for money and villas, those are merely external possessions,” Eddie said with an airy shrug.
“What I’m truly best at is my talent.
I’m the inheritor of an Umbrella board seat—rich and talented!” He let out a proud little snort, laying his cards on the table for Jill from the very start.
“If possible, I’d like to go see your villa,” Jill said with a smile.
In truth, she was investigating the recent incident reports: monsters attacking humans in the Arklay area.
“Moving that fast already?” Eddie blinked.
This didn’t feel like the famous “Steel Rose” Jill at all.
“Yeah.
Don’t you want to?” Jill’s smile suddenly turned alluring, almost teasing—like she’d just decided this man looked easy to handle.
“Alright, then.” Eddie laughed.
“We’ve exchanged numbers; we’ll contact each other when the time comes.
But you’d better be careful.
I’ve heard there have been some attacks in the mountains lately.
Honestly—since when does something like that even happen?
It’s worrying.
Still, don’t be afraid.
My villa is very safe.”
That open, hearty laughter made Jill feel a flush of shame.
Using him to push the case forward suddenly felt… unethical.
This was a good person.
Jill had just started to leave when Eddie produced a modified handgun.
“Wait, Jill.
It’s our first meeting, and I don’t know what you like.
I customized this pistol myself—high power, low recoil.
Someone like you, a tactical-team member, should like it.”
Jill accepted the handgun, her eyes full of questions as she looked at Eddie.
As a firearms enthusiast, she knew how hard it was to modify a weapon like this—without real skill and serious know-how, it simply couldn’t be done.
The man in front of her wasn’t some spoiled idiot with nothing in his head.
Maybe he really was what he claimed to be: a genius—just a buried one.
“Thank you.
I really like your gift.” Jill hesitated, then suddenly reached up and took a necklace off her neck.
“Wait—this is for you.”
Eddie took the necklace and grinned.
“A token of love?”
“No,” Jill said flatly.
“Just a keepsake.
I’ll wait for your call?” She turned to leave, lifting the card and the handgun in her hand like a casual farewell.
Eddie kept watching her, only pulling his gaze back once her figure disappeared completely.
Back in his RV, a blond woman in a crisp white women’s suit had already been waiting.
Blonde hair, blue eyes—a classic Western beauty.
And that aloof, queenlike presence… it practically crowned her on sight.
Alex Wesker.
One of the Wesker Project candidates—thirteen in total, and only she and Albert Wesker had survived.
Every one of them had been a genius by design, with frightening intelligence.
“Eddie,” Alex asked without looking up from the data on her tablet, “why did you suddenly decide to go on a blind date?”
“Because there’s nothing else for me to do.” Eddie gave a bitter smile.
“Spencer has me under surveillance 24/7.
All I can do is play around—play and play.
The moment I show any intention, that old bastard will have me eliminated.
So tell me, what am I supposed to do?”
From the beginning, Eddie had already come clean to Alex.
Alex, naturally, refused to believe she’d merely been artificially cultivated; after investigating, she learned about Spencer’s so-called “new humanity” plan, and she was furious at the deception and the outcome of it.
So it became only natural that she would cooperate with Eddie—and she didn’t report his information to Spencer.
“Then what about what you promised me?” Alex asked.
Her body had a certain defect.
The Progenitor serum had only allowed her to survive—it hadn’t granted her superhuman power.
And now, faint signs of illness were beginning to appear again.
A beauty was still a beauty… she just came with a bit of sickness.
“I’ve been researching the whole time,” Eddie said calmly.
“Whether it’s the T-serum or other variant strains, none of them suit you.
I’m waiting for the right moment—for a completely new serum to appear.
When that happens, I can combine the advantages of both sides and enhance you properly.”
“You mean the G-serum, don’t you?” Alex turned her head.
Her eyes—lined with shadow—blinked with an elegant, big-city ‘mature lady’ flair.
“That’s right.
The G-serum.” Eddie leaned in a little, staring at her.
“We just need some time.
You don’t trust me?”
Alex tilted her face away.
“Of course I trust you.
Other than you, there’s no one I can trust.
You’d better not lie to me.”
“Of course.” Eddie’s tone softened.
“We only have each other, so we have to trust each other.
You’ll get better—believe me.”
When they returned to the villa in the Arklay Mountains, its architecture was old, heavy, and unmistakably medieval in style.
This place had been left to Eddie by Dr.
Marcus of Umbrella.
As Marcus’s distant relative, Eddie naturally enjoyed the inheritance that had been left behind.
He sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and stared at the data reports in front of him.
There was no one else in the villa—only Eddie, Alex, and their butler, Stuart.
No cheat system.
Trying to gain a foothold in Resident Evil without one was… difficult.
Eddie felt a little unsettled, but fortunately he was smart—quick-minded and flexible.
He understood one core rule: get close to the key “protagonists” of the story, and use those connections to keep himself alive.
And if he could develop the right serum, serum—give himself a shot and gain superhuman ability… it wasn’t impossible.
Alex’s phone suddenly rang.
As she listened, she nodded repeatedly, her brows tightening as if something unpleasant had just landed in her lap.
After she hung up, Alex said, “Eddie.
Spencer just called.
He wants me to go to Tottoka Island to work on another project.”
“Right now?” Eddie asked.
“No.
It’s still in the preparation phase,” Alex replied.
“For the moment, the focus is still the experiments in Raccoon City.”
“So it’s the immortality research,” Eddie sneered.
“Looks like Spencer already knows he doesn’t have long left.”
“You really do know everything,” Alex said, a faint smile curling at her lips, “and yet you keep pretending you’re some useless rich brat who can’t be helped.”
She wasn’t wrong.
After Marcus died, Eddie had played dumb the entire time—accepting Spencer’s fake concern, acting like a carefree, empty-headed heir who only knew how to have fun.
He’d disguised himself so well that even Spencer hadn’t seen through it, and that disguise had spared him from being quietly erased.
“That’s why I came clean to you.” Eddie smiled.
“Isn’t this the best outcome?
And it’s getting late—shouldn’t we go get some rest?”
He looked at the stunning, cool “big sister” in front of him.
He was only in his twenties; she was already in her thirties—and still an unmarried, top-tier mature woman.
Alex rolled her eyes at him, then turned and walked off first, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor—without refusing.
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