Eddie was curious—who could get the mayor’s daughter to personally guide them over like this?
“Who’s looking for me?”
“Me.” A woman stepped forward.
She had smooth short blond hair, and her gaze was resolute, yet it carried that detached, seen-it-all expression—like someone who had already looked death in the face and stopped flinching.
Her features were attractive.
Not breathtakingly gorgeous, but the kind of natural beauty that held up no matter how many times you looked—never tiring, unlike those cookie-cutter influencer faces.
And what stood out the most was her presence: a “steel rose” aura that simply unfolded on its own.
“Who are you?” Eddie asked, puzzled.
The woman felt familiar, but he couldn’t place her.
“I was commissioned by Ms.
Alex.
For the next three months, I will be responsible for your protection,” the woman said evenly, dressed in special combat gear.
“At the same time, I am the special contracted training instructor for Raccoon City’s tactical rescue unit.
My name is Svetlana Belikova.
You can call me Tlana.”
“You’re Russian?” Eddie smiled.
“Nice to meet you.
I’m Eddie.
Thank you for protecting me.
But if you’re going to train the tactical rescue unit, how do you have time to protect me?”
“The training duty for the tactical rescue unit will take one month,” Svetlana said seriously.
“Only after that month begins the time period covered by the commission I accepted.
I’m only informing you.
Before that, the client’s death is not within the scope of my responsibility.”
Eddie shrugged.
“Alright—so until then, I’d better be careful, so I don’t lose my life.
Can we exchange phone numbers?
I’ve got things to do.
We’ll talk next time.”
In truth, Eddie had already remembered—wasn’t this the future East Slavic female president?
And now she was still a special forces instructor.
No wonder she could beat Leon—already trained as an agent—with one hand!
Such a ferocious woman… how did Alex even meet her, and then introduce her to him as a bodyguard?
Alex really was a mystery.
Fortunately, she was on his side.
If she were an enemy… she’d be a massive headache!
With the number in hand, Eddie got into his own car and headed for the lab.
He had to survive the Raccoon City crisis four months from now—and escape.
Umbrella had clearly turned the Arklay Mountains into their experimental testing ground.
Svetlana watched Eddie’s retreating back.
Her eyes flickered a few times, as if she had another purpose.
“Ms.
Svetlana, I’ve brought the person over,” Katherine said with a sweet smile.
“Do you need to go anywhere else?
I can give you a ride.”
“No need,” Svetlana replied flatly, businesslike.
“If you have time, you can come to the training center and undergo training as well.
Mike wants me to teach you more self-defense techniques.
If it’s not necessary, don’t leave Raccoon City for the suburban mountain areas.”
“That sounds great,” Katherine brightened.
“Can I really go train too?” She wanted to learn.
Close combat was cool—especially when dealing with men with bad intentions.
Self-defense could be very useful.
Driving through the busy downtown streets, the crowds were thick.
For a frontier town, the fact that it even had a university was incredible.
Eddie’s eyes passed over the grand exterior of Spencer Memorial Hospital.
The ugliness happening inside… who knew how deep it ran.
Spencer?
He was an ambitious man without humanity.
Every bioweapon experiment existed only to serve his immortality plan.
Eddie knew all that, which was exactly why he felt a constant sense of crisis.
When he reached the pharmaceutical company, he saw a strong Black older man at the entrance giving a lecture.
“Hey, Uncle Mark, morning!
Up early again, chewing people out?” Eddie greeted him with a grin.
Mark turned and smiled warmly.
“Young people don’t understand.
Teach them more now, and they’ll suffer less later.
Director Eddie, you’re the earliest one here.
Everything’s fine today—rest assured.”
This Black “uncle” who looked like an honest man really was honest.
He’d been to war, too—a steady, reliable head of security.
“Alright, you guys keep talking.” Eddie waved with a smile.
“I brought some snacks.
Someone will deliver them in a bit. New chapters come out on g.com first.
See you.” He was actually willing to build a relationship with Mark.
The reason was simple: in Raccoon City, besides the franchise protagonists who could escape, there were also some mercenaries and ordinary civilians.
Uncle Mark just happened to be one of those ordinary people—very reliable.
In a critical moment, he might be useful.
Eddie entered his private lab.
There were no security cameras here.
A scientist’s lab generally wouldn’t have such things—just like no one would install a camera in a bathroom.
He opened the computer again, pulled up the experimental data, and continued measuring the most accurate dilution ratio for the T-serum.
Finally, he compared it against the examination reports he’d done in the lab to ensure he could use the serum safely.
The serum he’d previously given Alex had been produced in exactly this way—using Alex’s skin flakes and strands of hair.
Those items contained genetic “blueprints.” If they could recover and regenerate, it meant the serum concentration was just right.
Sitting in front of the equipment, Eddie felt uneasy.
He had no choice but to pull out a cigarette and light it.
He clicked the lighter a few times, but it wouldn’t catch.
He was just an ordinary person.
If he wanted to become stronger, aside from the T-serum, the only thing left was improving his weapons.
The G-serum might be good, but with his abilities, it was obviously hard to improve and research it in a short time.
Only the T-serum was the most suitable—and someone had already succeeded with it: Umbrella’s military commander, Sergei!
Annette swiped her card and entered the lab again.
The moment she stepped in, she smelled smoke and frowned.
She didn’t like men who smoked.
Seeing Eddie’s expression, she immediately understood.
Clicking forward in her high heels, she asked, “Did something happen?”
“I made a serum that can enhance the human body’s physical capabilities,” Eddie said, nodding.
“And it won’t cause infection the way traditional bioweapons do.
Most importantly, I cracked a certain flaw within the Progenitor Virus—though it will greatly reduce the benefits the serum provides, the advantage is that it has no side effects.”
The cigarette was just to ease his nervousness.
From the start, he’d been an ordinary person.
He believed nothing was impossible in this world—he’d even experienced transmigration.
What could be more absurd than that?
“What?” Annette was stunned.
“You cracked the original viral strain?”
She was genuinely shocked.
Even her husband, William, couldn’t do something like that.
And though she hadn’t truly spoken with William properly in a long time—he’d spent these past years obsessed with developing the G-serum—Annette still had to carry the burden of the family.
It’s not really mandatory—I’ll eventually upload all the chapters here—but it helps a lot in supporting me and allows me to dedicate more time to it.