Annette reappeared after vanishing for a day.
Eddie’s “help” was something she found hard to forget—maybe she would never forget such a good friend for the rest of her life.
The process of going from enemies to friends was always unforgettable, and with their shared obsession with science, the two of them also had plenty of common topics.
Hiss!
The lab door opened.
William was still continuing to develop his G-serum.
With that serum, he could absolutely gain enormous power from the military—better than what he had at Umbrella, and at least far better than that Spencer bastard.
Annette walked with her brows furrowed.
She still wasn’t used to it.
Wherever her high heels stepped, they left heel dents several centimeters deep.
As her strength increased, old habits had to change.
In the past, picking up a cup and drinking water was effortless.
Now Annette had already crushed several cups.
The same “normal” grip strength as before, and the cup simply couldn’t withstand it.
Her own strength had increased—and she still hadn’t adapted.
It made her both shocked and delighted.
“Eddie will probably be transferred out in a month,” Annette said evenly.
“Sergei is pulling him.
Spencer has gone somewhere, I don’t know where.
We’re temporarily safe.
How far is your progress now?”
There was none of her previous excitement in her voice.
It was as if she had become even more distant from William.
“Transferred?
That’s a good thing.
Let him get the hell out.” William didn’t reveal his progress.
It was like he didn’t even trust Annette—he only trusted himself.
“The serum still needs some tests.
How’s your vaccine development?”
After witnessing Umbrella’s terrifying methods, William felt anxious.
Ever since his dispute with Umbrella’s top brass, he’d found it harder and harder to stay.
At the same time, he desperately needed a new way out.
Annette frowned, clearly displeased to hear someone speak badly about her friend.
“The vaccine can only be used within three hours of infection.
After that, it doesn’t work.
The window is very short—I can only do it to this extent.”
“That’s enough.” William sneered.
“The vaccine doesn’t need to be perfect.
As long as the serum is perfect.”
Was he looking down on her?
William was becoming more and more obsessive, and the atmosphere of talking with him was nothing compared to talking with Eddie.
“If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.” Annette shook her head.
She wanted to go see her daughter, Sherry.
She had a bad feeling—a feeling that made her a little afraid, a little pleased, and even carried a faint trace of yearning.
Inside the Umbrella security department office, Sergei watched the footage in front of him.
On the video, a man could be seen at night, directing certain strange creatures to attack pedestrians.
It was footage an investigator under Sergei had filmed at the risk of his life.
“What do you think, Eddie?” Sergei turned and asked while still playing with that strange rotating blade.
“This is the one impersonating Uncle Marcus?” Eddie pretended to be furious.
“Uncle Sergei, send your men out and eliminate him!”
Sergei smiled in an amused way.
“Heh.
You really are loyal and righteous.”
“Uncle Marcus did me a great kindness.” Eddie’s eyes turned fierce.
“Even if I didn’t see him often, I know that someone trying to impersonate him is desecrating the dignity of the dead.
We must kill that impersonator.
Don’t you think that’s right?”
That kind of “borrowing the tiger’s might” fierceness wouldn’t scare Sergei.
“Special Operations is busy.
No time to deal with him.
If you want, you can go yourself.”
“I don’t have that ability.” Eddie lowered his head, looking a little dejected as he pulled out a cigarette.
In his heart, he cursed Sergei’s ancestors eighteen generations back.
He wasn’t going anywhere near the Executive Training School— that place was death.
“How do you not have the ability?” Sergei sneered.
“You do.
Don’t you still have your Delta Team?
I heard you renamed it Wolf Team.
The mission completion rate has been pretty good.
If you don’t want it, hand it over to the company.”
“No way.” Eddie immediately bristled.
“I need it.
It’s mine.”
Eddie wouldn’t relinquish control.
Wolf Team was carefully selected by him, and he would need them in many places later.
“You will be transferred to the tactical rescue unit as a member,” Sergei ordered, basically dismissing him.
“Remember to monitor Wesker.
If he makes any unusual moves, report directly to me.”
So they were trying to screw him over?
Good thing he had already arranged things in advance—otherwise he really would’ve been led around by the nose.
At Raccoon City University, Eddie waited in front of a classroom building.
Not long after, Yoko Suzuki walked out.
“Eddie, sorry to keep you waiting.”
Eddie shook his head.
“No.
Let’s go to a café.”
He led Yoko Suzuki left and right, arriving at a subway station.
They took the subway to an area near the Arklay Mountains.
Because of frequent incidents and even murder cases, hardly anyone toured here anymore.
The crowds were much thinner—yet there were still plenty of people who either weren’t afraid of death or were thrill-seekers, wanting to witness “miracles” here.
After exiting the subway, Eddie got on an off-road motorcycle, brought Yoko Suzuki along, and headed for his villa in the mountains.
The road was a standard mountain highway.
As they went deeper into the Arklay region, there were more and more trees—so many that sunlight was rarely seen.
“That place looks really familiar.” From behind him, Yoko pointed northeast at a facility that had already been abandoned.
“That’s the suburban sanatorium,” Eddie said evenly.
“It was shut down and abandoned because of some accidents.” His eyes casually flicked toward the ruins.
In the haze, he could vaguely make out a man wearing a hood and holding an axe, chasing something.
So it was true—that place could serve as an excellent springboard!
When they arrived at the villa, Yoko hopped lightly, getting her blood flowing.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“Of course it’s for something good.” Eddie teased.
“You don’t seem afraid that I’ll do something bad to you.” He also admired her boldness.
In the middle of nowhere, deep in the mountains—alone man and woman—girls were in serious danger.
Yoko shook her head.
“I trust you’re not that kind of person.”
“Haha, alright.
You’ve got good judgment.
I really am not that kind of person.” Eddie laughed.
“I want you to help me build a supercomputer server—or a device capable of copying Umbrella’s enormous data archives.
Can you do it?”
Yoko frowned, thinking.
“Umbrella’s database is massive.
Building a computer that can match it in a short time isn’t realistic.
But copying Umbrella’s data… that can be done.”
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.