Who is Yoko Suzuki?
Other people might not know, but Eddie knew perfectly well.
This girl was one of the civilian survivors who escaped Raccoon City.
Being able to get out of that hellish scene—streets full of zombies everywhere—was proof of real capability in itself.
What’s more, Yoko Suzuki had previously been a senior researcher at Umbrella.
Umbrella wasn’t some place any random nobody could enter.
For the sake of his immortality plan, Spencer enforced strict elite standards: anyone who could get into the laboratories had to have genuine skill and knowledge.
There was absolutely no way a freeloader could slip in!
In other words, Yoko Suzuki knew Umbrella’s secret experiments inside and out.
And she was lucky—she had only had a portion of her memories erased by the research director in charge of the project, instead of being killed.
That was how she managed to keep her life.
Just now she said she came to Raccoon City by “intuition”—that was definitely her subconscious guiding her back here, searching for lost memories.
“So it’s you… alright.” Eddie nodded.
“Sorry, I got a little excited just now.
You look confused.
If I’m not mistaken, you’ve definitely run into trouble.
Coincidentally, I’m not the type who likes taking advantage of people.
You helped me, so I’ll help you too.
How about we talk somewhere else?”
“Okay.
I’ll listen to you,” Yoko nodded.
“I can tell—you’re not a bad person.” She chose to trust him, and also trust her instincts.
To avoid being followed, Eddie’s sixth sense had improved a lot.
He knew someone was watching him.
He turned left and right, sped up, slipped away, avoided cameras, and in no time he vanished.
A man in black rushed out from a hidden spot.
He was the observer assigned to keep tabs on Eddie.
After finally finding the target, he’d lost him again—infuriating.
The two kept moving, and in the end they arrived at a circus zoo.
It was a traveling tourist circus that had only recently come through.
Seeing how lively and prosperous Raccoon City was, they planned to do a short run, make a quick profit, then move on to other cities.
Eddie knew that, if nothing unexpected happened, this circus would make a fortune—so much so that the owner would decide to stay in Raccoon City for a while.
And then, the outbreak would hit, and in one blow they’d lose everything—people and money alike!
Yoko simply followed quietly.
Eventually, the two entered a more secluded private booth in the circus café—one of those little rooms meant for couples to drink tea, chat, and whisper sweet nothings.
This should be safe.” Eddie got straight to the point.
“Your name is Yoko Suzuki.
You’re a computer genius, and also a former senior Umbrella researcher.
Something happened that made you forget your past.
Based on my understanding of Umbrella’s methods, they did something to you and then exiled you.”
“Did what?” Yoko asked, calm and steady, even turning the question back on him.
“Memory wiping, probably,” Eddie countered.
“Otherwise what do you think they could’ve done?”
“Oh.
So that’s how it is.” Yoko’s expression remained oddly calm.
She seemed timid, yet even after learning the truth she stayed this steady.
Was her nervous system slow… or was this simply her nature?
Eddie found it strange too.
Could she at least react a little?
Did she really have to be this stone-faced?
No wonder she was praised as the ideal teammate—obedient, well-behaved, and basically a walking storage box!
Yoko thought for a moment, then pulled a bottle from her backpack and handed it over.
“I trust you.
This is a nutrient supplement I made before.
About the problem you mentioned earlier—actually, using some calming, heart-nourishing medicine can treat it.
It takes time, though.
It’s a slow process, but it’s still useful.”
“Derived from traditional Chinese medicine?” Eddie raised a brow.
“Yes,” Yoko said, and for the first time she smiled.
“Traditional Chinese medicine often can’t be explained by modern science, but it does work.
You also look like you have Eastern roots—maybe it’s part of your homeland’s inheritance.”
“That’s right.
My name is Eddie Cai.
I have Eastern blood—my father is Eastern.” Eddie nodded.
“Strictly speaking, we can even count as neighbors separated by a stretch of water!
Anyway, thanks for the suggestion.
You help me solve my problem, and I’ll help you recover your memories.
What do you say?”
Yoko nodded and extended her hand.
“Alright.
Happy cooperation.”
“Happy cooperation.
Let’s use coffee instead of wine—here, I toast you!”
“Thank you.
Here’s my phone number.” Yoko exchanged numbers with him, and with a lead in sight, she seemed to smile more often.
“If you learn anything, tell me anytime.
If you have questions, you can call me too—or just ask me.
I’m staying at the university.”
And right next to the café booth they were in, there was another booth.
Inside sat a woman wearing fashionable frog-like sunglasses that covered most of her face, a chestnut-brown trench coat, and beneath it, a tight, vivid red qipao combat outfit.
The signature black short hair with a middle part, the relaxed, confident aura, and the ten-centimeter high heels—It was the goddess spy everyone talked about: Ada Wong.
Ada’s expression was a little strange.
She never would’ve expected that she’d only just arrived—looking for a place to settle in, casually having a coffee to organize her thoughts—and she’d stumble into secrets like this.
That voice… it seemed to belong to the research director currently employed within Umbrella: Eddie Cai.
In a certain sense, the two of them were even “from the same place,” fellow countrymen!
Fellow countrymen meet… and then shoot each other in the back!
“How interesting.” Ada curled her lips into a seductive smile, then thought calmly, “Now there are suddenly more targets.
Hard to choose.
Annoying.” Then she added, “Fine.
Cast a wide net, then focus the catch.
What a pity about that plastic tool John—he died so fast.
Broke my record of ‘first mission not completed.'”
After separating from Yoko, Eddie had no idea his words had all been overheard by Ada.
If he knew, he would have tried to control Ada immediately!
Ever since he’d attacked Annette, that bloodthirsty violence seemed to have eased a lot.
He took out Yoko’s medicine, poured out two tablets, and swallowed them.
No discomfort at all—on the contrary, he felt a calm settle over his mind, less anxious than before.
It seemed this flaw could be treated not only physically, but also mentally.
He made his way to Jill’s apartment and happened to run into Jill returning from training.
It was already ten at night.
Jill had gotten used to her boyfriend practically living with her.
If he was her boyfriend, cohabiting wasn’t an unreasonable request at all.
Mainly, Jill didn’t resent it—otherwise, someone might end up with broken legs!
Outside the apartment, Ada—who had followed along—hadn’t even checked the unit number yet.
She hurriedly pulled out her phone and pretended to look down and play with it.
Her eyes, however, caught sight of a woman not far away sitting on a park bench, with flashy gold short hair.
By a woman’s intuition, Ada felt she might have run into another “colleague”—another operative!
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