Eddie couldn’t accept it.
Immortality like that had no meaning at all—immortality as a eunuch… what meaning would life even have?
That extremely, extremely serious flaw had to be solved, no matter what.
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Pharmaceutical Consortium, inside a video conference room, a woman sat in the central chair wearing a bright red qipao, her feet in ten-centimeter burgundy high heels, her smooth side-parted short hair neat and glossy.
The screen on the table lit up.
On it were three figures: a fat businessman, a thin, frail-looking man in his thirties, and an old man who looked half-dead.
“Agent Ada, our consortium has something we need you to do,” the fat businessman said.
The other two listened from the side—especially the younger man, who looked like he was learning how to handle this kind of matter.
But the way the man looked at Ada carried a hint of amazement and admiration—and yet he didn’t dare say it aloud.
The woman in the red dress, her pale heels planted in high heels, was none other than the incredibly popular figure: Ada Wong.
“What mission?” Her tone was concise—truly worthy of a ‘mature lady’ character.
“We need you to go to Raccoon City and retrieve the G-serum.
We’ll send you the target location.
Consider this punishment for your failure to obtain the T-serum,” the fat businessman said.
“The Arklay Mountains are full of monsters.
I can’t go there.” Ada didn’t agree immediately.
“As for the G-serum—if the price is right, I’ll do it.” As a spy, she pursued maximum profit.
“You don’t have a choice,” the fat businessman said coldly.
“You’d better do what we say.
Otherwise, another international-wanted criminal identity will make it impossible for you to move an inch.”
“Really forcing my hand.” Ada’s brow tightened almost imperceptibly.
“But this mission doesn’t seem bad.
I’ll take it.
What’s the timeframe?” This was her second assignment involving bioweapons.
Honestly, she’d rather deal with drug lords and arms dealers than face those things that were neither human nor ghost.
“You can leave now.
You have four months,” the fat businessman said.
“Understood.
The price is double what it was before.” Ada’s reply was equally cold.
“No problem,” the thin middle-aged man added, his eyes a little obsessed as he looked at her.
“If you can provide combat data, we can raise it to five times.”
Ada noticed it too, and a cold laugh rose in her chest.
Another shallow man who only cared about her looks.
“Received.
I’ll handle it.” With that, she hung up first.
Only then did he snap back.
“Director Simmons, the family meeting is about to begin.”
“I know.
You go on ahead.” Simmons fell silent for a moment, then quickly returned to the sharp, calculating power-holder he always was.
After hanging up, Ada pulled out a map of Raccoon City and marked Umbrella’s research facility, along with Spencer Memorial Hospital, the park, and other locations.
“It’s a pity John is dead—otherwise I could’ve used him a bit longer.” Ada’s eyes lingered on the map.
A moment later, a seductive smile curled at her lips, as if she’d made a decision.
“I need a new contact.
Who should it be…?”
A new day.
Eddie opened his eyes.
He was in Jill’s apartment, but Jill had already left—she’d been doing intensive training lately.
It seemed to be preparation for the fights ahead.
It wasn’t Jill’s request; it was their captain, Wesker, demanding it.
Wesker wasn’t being kind out of the goodness of his heart.
He wanted to raise S.T.A.R.S.’ combat standards so he could better collect experimental data on various bioweapons.
After washing up, Eddie glanced at the bread on the table and smiled.
Jill really was a very suitable girlfriend—she’d even left him a portion of breakfast.
He pulled a test tube from his pocket.
Inside was a T-serum solution diluted countless times.
There was also a small piece of skin—Eddie’s skin.
It was used to test whether this model of serum was suitable, and whether it could match his body.
With only a glance, Eddie froze.
He’d expected it to take three days—yet in less than twenty-four hours, the skin sample seemed to have adapted to the serum and started self-repair.
It had gone from barely detectable to visibly noticeable with the naked eye.
“Is it repairing according to the organism’s genetic blueprint?” Eddie muttered to himself.
“Looks like it’s necessary to move to the next stage of testing.” This diluted serum could boost his physical fitness.
Even if it still couldn’t make him as bulletproof as a Tyrant, it was already enough for self-preservation.
The advantage of bioweapons, after all, was that they were cheaper than conventional heavy weapons.
Even a Tyrant’s price tag was only comparable to a tank.
Expecting flesh and blood to tank tanks and aircraft cannons head-on—only someone who’d read too many novels would think that way.
Just as he reached downstairs, a car pulled up in front of him.
A youthful, pretty face appeared in the driver’s seat—Mayor Warren’s daughter, Katherine.
“Hello—good morning, Eddie.
Have you had breakfast?”
Ever since she and Eddie had put on that act with Ben, and Katherine had seen Ben’s true colors, she cut off all contact with him.
Still, she felt disgusted with her own judgment, and toward Eddie she carried a thread of apology and curiosity.
“I have,” Eddie nodded, his mind still on the enhanced serum.
He didn’t have time for romance right now.
“What’s up?”
“Yes, actually.” Katherine smiled sweetly.
“I’m going to treat you to pizza, burgers, and cola.
Want to go?”
“No.” Eddie waved his hand, preparing to leave.
“I have things to do.
We’ll save that meal for another time.
If there’s nothing else, I’ll go.
Talk next time.”
“Wait.” Katherine called after him.
“Do you dislike seeing me that much?” She took a breath, then spoke firmly.
“Fine.
I want to apologize.
I’m sorry.
Before, I was wrong.
Ben was my friend at the time, and I didn’t know you, so of course I spoke up for my friend.
Now you’re my friend—my good friend.
I’ll definitely stand on your side.”
Eddie was a little surprised.
What kind of tempo was this?
“You misunderstood.
I’m not angry.
I really do have things to do—I just got an idea.
You know how scientists are.
When inspiration hits, we have to get into the lab immediately.
Who knows—there might be a breakthrough.”
Only after hearing that did Katherine finally relax, as if she’d been worried.
“Okay.
Then I’ll treat you next time.” She smiled, then added, “Actually, I came today to guide someone here.
That person said they came looking for you.”
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