My Girls Are All Biochemical Monsters, What Should I Do?

"But..." Shaking her head lightly, Helena, who was tormented by guilt, seemed a little hard to accept the result. Seeing this, Leon said in a deep voice: "This is what the President meant. There is no point in punishing you. Put you in jail, the president wants you to move forward even more."

Looking at the gun in her hand, the doubt and confusion in Helena's eyes dissipated. When she raised her head again, her eyes rekindled fighting spirit. Seeing this, Leon nodded in satisfaction. He was about to say After some words of encouragement, Hangnigan, who was watching from the sidelines, immediately interrupted: "Okay, let's go back and talk about what we have to say, we are going to get down to business."

After finishing speaking, Hannigan turned around and walked towards the black car step by step, while the corner of Helena's mouth raised a slight arc, and followed slowly. Seeing Helena leave, Leon turned his head and looked at the tombstone under the shadow of the mottled tree, his expression flashed a trace of solemnity. At this moment, Helena who had already left suddenly called softly: "Leon..."

His expression returned to normal in an instant, Leon turned around and looked at Helena, but saw a smile on the corner of Helena's lips, she said softly: "About that Miss Wang, she told me that she asked you to order two flyers. Airfare to Italy."

After all, Helena smiled slyly, turned around, and walked towards the black car.

"Oh, Italy..." There was finally a smile on his face, Leon raised his head, looked at the blue sky in the distance, and said with emotion, "Woman..."

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The passenger plane pierced the sky and whizzed past. In the cabin, ten plain white fingers tapped back and forth on the laptop.

"Jack Wesker's blood sample was handed over to the top researchers of the United Nations, along with the test results obtained from Neo Umbrella's archives for nearly half a year..."

"Now, these data are in the hands of the righteous party, and the chaos has finally subsided..."

After an extremely chaotic biochemical terrorist attack, although the ending was satisfactory, Shirley felt a little lost. She glanced at the black metal box on the seat beside her, then turned her head, and started typing on the keyboard again.

"Considering that the relationship between Jack Wesker and Albert Wesker may pose a threat to global security if it is exposed, the BSAA officials have decided to list this relationship as top secret information..."

Instructed by Leon to deliberately conceal the matter about the aunts, Shirley hit enter and saved the document. She slowly closed the laptop. At the right time, a flight attendant came and handed her a cup of hot water. Coffee, she smiled and nodded to thank the flight attendant, then brought the cup to her mouth, and took a sip, the mellow aroma spread from her mouth, with a hint of warmth, as if she wanted to hide Shirley deeply in her eyes Lost drive away.

Gently put the cup of coffee on the tray, Xue Li frowned slightly, but at this moment, there was a soft sound from the seat, Xue Li was slightly startled, and quickly put the tray next to the computer, At the same time, she picked up the phone, turned on the screen, and looked at the information on the screen, Shirley froze for a moment.

"I've lowered my asking price to $50—Jack."

Looking at the information on the mobile phone, a warm current passed through her heart. Xue Li's brows finally relaxed, and a sweet smile curled up on the corner of her lips. She turned her head and looked out of the window of the cabin. On the ground, Jack Muller... No, he should be called Jack Wesker, that big boy who inherits Wesker's surname and blood, is sitting astride a valuable motorcycle, watching off Shirley's passenger plane gradually drifted away with the roar.

Facing the warm sunshine, looking at the little bit of the passenger plane disappearing into the sky, a faint smile was drawn on the corner of Jack's mouth. After sending the text message, he put the phone back into his trousers pocket, and inserted the car keys into the motorcycle. The car, let the engine roar and turn, the hand wrapped in black leather gloves took off a pair of sunglasses from his waist, and slowly put them on his face. Suddenly, the unique and intimidating arrogance of the Wesker family poured out from Jack's body out.

To be honest, for the future, Jack didn't have any good plans. After all, he was just a mercenary who lived day by day. But now, he has a new goal in life. For this goal, he urgently needs a steady job.

Where is it more suitable to work?

I heard that the salary of the Huanya Armed Forces is quite high, so let's go there.

After all, these uncles and aunts can't be called in vain!

He quickly planned his short-term inauguration route for himself, and the corner of his mouth evoked the same smile as the old Wesker. Jack Wesker, who was wearing sunglasses, swung the front of the car violently, accompanied by a roar, and the black motorcycle set off The dust mist, carrying the big black boy, gradually drifted away from the wilderness.

Chapter 177. The end of the macho ([-])

The rumbling sound sounded from the top of the head, and it was getting closer. Under the sun, Ada, who was wearing a red cheongsam with split ends, raised her head subconsciously, and saw a white passenger plane roaring past with a thin white line in the blue sky. .

It's just an airliner, very ordinary, but for some reason, Ida just can't help but want to take a second look at it.

It wasn't until the passenger plane faded away, and the roar was covered by the sound of the sea tide, that Ida looked away and leaned on the railing to look at the calm sea in the distance.

Standing on a white cruise ship, watching the huge monster below her push away from the sea level little by little, Ada was expressionless, with a hint of indifference mixed in her expression, her face was no longer as calm as before, Seemingly preoccupied, she reached out to the slit of the cheongsam against the shimmering light reflecting the blue sky, and took out a triangular prism glass block that was less than the size of her palm, and watched silently.

It was a special communicator provided by Ada's old boss, Derek C. Simmons. Its only function was to communicate with Simmons.

I have to say that as a toy, it is very delicate, but it is useless to keep it. Besides, as a woman, when she thinks that the contact person of this communicator is a pervert who is trying to copy herself, Ada will I feel a little disgusted, and what's even more disgusting is that the copied self actually wants to make another Simmons...

This kind of sickness and distortion has completely exceeded Ada's tolerance.

Just as she would not allow another self to exist in this world, Ada did not intend to allow another Simmons to exist in this world, so after finishing the conversation at the port, she entered the quadrangular building before dawn, and as a result Contrary to her expectations, there was nothing waiting for her to copy Simmons, only the chrysalis shell pierced by bullets and the man's corpse that could not be separated from the flesh membrane.

Undoubtedly, someone was ahead of her and killed Simmons' clone.

Who is responsible for this matter?Ada didn't have a clue, and, for Ada at the time, she wasn't in the mood to dwell on such issues.

"At this moment, we are not worthy of sympathy, because we have all violated human nature..." Frowning slightly, Ada whispered softly, facing the sea breeze, with a little force, she threw the transparent glass block in her hand, Let it draw an arc in the air, and fall into the sea with a splash of water.

Standing up straight, Ada breathed out a foul breath. Although the incident had ended satisfactorily, from Ada's point of view, no matter how the incident turned out, it was not worth her to be happy. All this together with Over the past few years, all the darkness has accumulated in her heart, making her a little breathless. Now, she urgently needs to relieve the pressure in her heart.

Next, after a short rest, Ada was going to go to Italy to relax. Thinking of the two-person trip in the near future, a faint smile finally appeared on Ada's face.

Suddenly, a mobile phone rang.

Quickly took out the mobile phone wrapped in a black case from the slit, Ada glanced at the caller ID, the smile on her face disappeared in an instant, she connected the phone with an indifferent expression, handed it to her ear, and then said in a low voice: "Is there a mission?"

"Of course, I just have a few days to spare..."

Hanging up the phone blankly, Ada silently stared at the sea.

Unlike Leon, Ada chose to bow in the darkness. With her own eyes, she witnessed the dark side of this war, witnessed the most unknown evil and despair, and now, it is obvious that her battle is not over yet.

"Looks like I have to hurry up..." The corners of her mouth curled up again calmly. Ada turned around and let the sea breeze lift the hem of the red cheongsam. With short black hair, he whispered at the same time: "After all, I don't want to let that fool's pigeons..."

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The sun shines through the window on the black vest, and under the vest, Chris Redfield is carelessly stirring the noodles in the big wrist with a fork until they form a ball on the fork Chris opened his mouth and stuffed them all into his mouth in one go.

The unique aroma diffused from the mouth, and Chris opened his eyes subconsciously. He really didn't expect that this thing called "beef brisket noodles" would be so delicious.

A shop with such a good taste, if it was in the past, the business would definitely be very good, but it is a pity that Lanxiang City has just experienced a biochemical terrorist attack, and many blocks have not yet unlocked the blockade. For a small storefront, such a blockade may be fatal. Even if the outside blocks have been opened, it may take several days for the traffic of a small store like this to return to normal.

Thinking of this, Chris couldn't help but turned his head and looked at the boss sitting behind the counter. The boss was a little short and fat, and his head was bald. Perhaps because of the weather, his head was covered with oil. After noticing Chris' gaze, the boss immediately raised his head and smiled kindly at Chris, looking honest and shy.

Looking at the boss in front of him, for some reason, Chris inexplicably thought of Durando, the owner of the giant bear restaurant in Roples. That guy has solid muscles, a strong physique, and fat accumulation on his stomach. The brawny man is going to make a full circle, and he is cleaning his precious shotgun all the time.

Thinking about it carefully, except for the owner of the Frenzied Bar, who seems a bit taciturn, the owners of every restaurant in Loples seem to like to wipe their guns, which leads to Chris’s dissatisfaction with the little owner behind the counter. The style of painting is a bit uncomfortable.

Smiling back at the simple and honest boss, Chris refocused his attention on the big bowl in front of him. I have to say, this side tastes really good, and even a thin layer of sweat formed on Chris' body.