Echo Six’s reconnaissance operative Sienna had come early to scout the area in advance, preparing for the extraction of Umbrella’s senior research director William.
Echo Six was extremely covert and highly capable—its combat power was not inferior to Umbrella’s own Mobile Reaction Force.
Ada Wong knew that the woman touching up her makeup was also a spy—she just didn’t know which organization the other woman belonged to.
This trip to Raccoon City was becoming more and more interesting to Ada.
A tiny city like Raccoon City held so many secrets, and the man she was tracking—her instincts told her she could dig out some very valuable “business information” from him.
Early the next morning, Eddie arrived at the laboratory.
The moment he reached the building, a mercenary with white hair was already waiting.
“Director Eddie.
I’m Nikolai Zimoviev.
I’m the leader of the Agitator Unit.
Under Commander Sergei’s orders, I’m here to invite you to the office building to discuss some matters.” Nikolai nodded.
“Then let’s go.” Eddie didn’t think too much of it and got into the car.
The ride passed in silence.
Nikolai said nothing.
If you wanted to pry information out of a guy like him, you needed cash—once the money was in place, anything could be done.
Sergei’s office building stood near the Domah River by the Arklay Mountains.
Almost every prime location had been taken over by Umbrella.
At the very top of this thirty-story building… was Sergei’s office!
Inside, Sergei held a strange crescent-shaped rotating blade, tossing it lightly in his hand like a toy.
Behind him stood two men in pure white trench coats, both over two meters tall.
Around their eyes were odd ring-like devices—one yellow, one blue.
These two were Umbrella’s unique Tyrant series: the Ivan-type Tyrants.
High combat power, high loyalty, strong execution, capable of using weapons and tactical coordination.
Their cost was astonishingly expensive.
Like the Nemesis developed by the European branch, they belonged to the same “category”—both implanted with the NE-α Type Parasite, used to increase intelligence and ensure these Tyrants could carry out commands issued through chips.
“Nikolai, you can leave,” Sergei said, still spinning the blade.
A killing aura leaked outward.
“Eddie Cai.
You’ve been in the underground lab for a long time.
What have you found?”
“Uncle Spencer said you’re handling this?” Eddie immediately tried to climb the ladder and build familiarity.
“Uncle Sergei, I respect you, but company matters aren’t something I can just blurt out.” He wasn’t going to be as foolish as Wesker—acting tough might feel manly, but it also invited unnecessary trouble.
Sergei’s expression didn’t change, but his tone wasn’t overly domineering.
“The Chairman has already assigned this matter to me.
You can tell me.”
Spencer, that old man, hadn’t shown up at all!
Was he off doing something—or was he busy keeping himself alive?
Living over a hundred years through technology was already something worth bragging about.
“In the lab, I’ve basically been studying under Dr.
Birkin’s wife.
Dr.
Birkin hasn’t met me.
I don’t know how far his work has progressed.”
“Your ability is really that poor?” Sergei scolded him bluntly.
“You can’t say it like that.” Eddie argued back.
“I’m a researcher.
Expecting me to do espionage is forcing the impossible.
You should be hiring professionals for that.”
Sergei’s eyes flickered a few times, as if he were making a decision.
If it came down to it, he would have to send the most elite special operations unit to retrieve samples.
“That’s fair enough.” Sergei’s voice turned oddly casual.
“You seem to like Raccoon City’s tactical rescue unit.
Want to join and experience it yourself?”
“Me?” Eddie pointed at his own nose.
“I’ll pass.
I’ve never trained with firearms.”
“Young people should train more.” Sergei spoke like it was obvious.
“Go.
I’ll arrange it.
But you need to watch one person for me—monitor his every move.
The tactical rescue unit’s captain: Wesker.”
“So you want me to spy on him?” Eddie waved his hands.
“You’re making it hard for me.
I do science—I don’t do spy work.”
“Hmph.” Sergei’s smile was faint, amused.
“A man can’t say he’s ‘not capable’—unless he isn’t a man!”
“I need time,” Eddie said, throwing out a bargaining chip.
“I’m researching a serum that humans can absorb.
If it succeeds, it can improve immunity.”
“What?” Sergei’s expression tightened with real excitement.
Not because he needed it personally—because Spencer, the man he was loyal to, needed it.
Spencer was an ordinary old man now, relying on nutrient fluid just to keep living.
If there was a method to extend lifespan, it would be an enormous benefit.
“Besides immunity, what else can it do?”
“Of course there’s more.” Eddie was prepared.
“But I need an exchange.
I can hand over my research results.” He pulled out a disk and offered it.
The disk contained “castrated” serum data—describing how to use serum to strengthen the body.
The core secret—using the subject’s own cells to cultivate a compatible mutant strain—was not included.
Even so, it still had high reference value.
Sergei took the disk and browsed it on the computer.
He wasn’t a scientist, but he knew enough of the basics—don’t forget, he was the one-in-ten-thousand T-serum compatible subject.
“A very good idea.
A very good concept.” Sergei looked up.
“Has this thing ever worked?”
“Of course.” Eddie smiled.
“I feel great right now.” He grabbed a table—over two hundred jin—and lifted it one-handed.
“Yesterday I used myself as a test subject,” Eddie said proudly, with a hint of madness in his expression.
“It succeeded.
My appetite increased, and I became much stronger.”
“You tested on yourself?” Sergei’s face stayed blank, but there was a trace of a cold smile.
“A real lunatic.” Looks like Spencer was right—this guy was crazy, but useful.
“How many people working at Umbrella are ordinary?” Eddie shot back.
Sergei fell silent for a moment.
“This data is good.
What do you want?”
Eddie thought about it.
“I haven’t decided yet.
Put it on my tab for now.
I trust Uncle Spencer won’t forget.
This serum can be developed to have even better effects, but it doesn’t quite match our current products.
I don’t even know what it should be traded for.”
“Your invention is excellent,” Sergei said arrogantly.
“You can ask for anything.
Decide and tell me.
The Chairman has handed me full authority to decide.”
“Alright.” Eddie waved.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll go, Uncle.” Talking to these giants felt like walking a tightrope—thrilling, sure, but one slip and you could die.
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