The World is Sick

However, today's three giants are driving wildly in the streets of Los Angeles.

"Oh! City of Angels! I love this place so much!"

"You don't know if Ivan's annoying Russian didn't cause trouble last time, the championship trophy would be mine!"

Tony, who was engrossed, was brooding over the interruption of the previous car race.

"I understand! Drive slowly!"

Kevin looked at the bottom speed pointer on the dial and felt that if it wasn't for the skull wrapping, his brains would be scattered all over the ground.

And the old and frail American President Benford was even more unbearable. He had already been lying on his seat, pulled out the vomit bag prepared at the front, and vomited.

"Bang!"

The speeding Ferrari F1 ran over the wreckage of a Terminator, and the bumps resumed, but fortunately, the location of the safe house was close at hand.

When the three pulled over and got off the bus, 2B, scanner 21, and Sarah had been waiting for a long time.

"Link to the internal screen, and prepare some mineral water for mouthwash and motion sickness medicine by the way..."

Kevin helped up the pale President Benford, his eyes were full of pity, and the old driver who didn't know how many tickets he would have to issue had an expression on his face after being relieved, and he didn't deserve to be beaten.

Meanwhile, inside the safe house.

Helena, who was restrained, was full of guilt and anger, and didn't even dare to look at the "president" who was tied to a chair in the corner.

Of the other seven security members, three were shot dead, and the remaining four had festered skin, roaring like beasts, and seemed to be turning into zombies.

And Simmons, in a white coat, flicked the empty syringe, and smiled slightly at President Benford in front of him.

"We are all for the United States, but your way is wrong, old friend...so, I specially came to give you a ride..."

"Besides, for the sake of so many years of love, I will let you die as a zombie at the hands of my personal bodyguard who treats me like my daughter, and then I will avenge you... It's a perfect script, right?"

"It's time to say goodbye, I can't bear it, you better come, Ada..."

Immediately, the scum, unable to squeeze out crocodile tears, handed a new injection gun filled with C virus to the woman in the red dress behind her.

When Simmons looked back at this beautiful Asian woman, his eyes were full of fascination and softness.

"I handed over the great mission of rebuilding America to you, Ada..."

The tall Asian woman took the syringe and pursed her lips with a charming smile.

"As you wish, my dear... mentor..."

The lingering voice continued, and the Asian woman walking towards President Benford suddenly turned around and inserted the injection needle into Simmons' carotid artery, and the crimson C virus was pushed away.

"You betrayed me! Why! I gave you the best of everything! Bitch!"

Simmons clutched his neck and backed away in a hurry, screaming in anger and horror.

The Asian woman smiled coldly, her eyes filled with endless madness, and her perfect face was scratched again and again by her sharp nails. The bloody face approached Simmons like a ghost, whispering in a low voice.

"Why? Your so-called 'love' is to use the C virus I developed to transform me into this ghostly appearance!"

"A bitch that you only flirt with every day, but never looks at you!"

The C virus has the effect of changing the structure of organisms. Simmons, a scumbag, made her study painstakingly for more than ten years. The biggest goal is to replicate the woman named Ada?

For this reason, Simmons even did not hesitate to use her as a test subject!How ridiculous!How ridiculous!

The woman held Simmons' cheeks that were sweating due to the virus attack, and her smile was gentle and twisted.

"I have worked hard for you for more than ten years. As long as it is your request, no matter whether it is a small animal or a living person, I will be ruthless and send it to the operating table..."

"If there is hell in this world, I think I would be in it long ago, but it's all for you, and I never regret it!"

"You could have rejected my intentions, but why did you deny my existence in the end!"

"Could it be that everything that a woman named Carla Radames has done for you should be obliterated?!"

Simmons grabbed Kara's hand, and a gentle color appeared in his eyes.

"Kara, believe me, I am willing to marry you, even the engagement ring is ready..."

Carla looked "moved", but her right hand stretched out like lightning, grabbing Simmons' raised arm.

"Really, dear? I haven't developed an antidote for the C virus yet, so are you dragging me to be buried with me?"

Immediately, with the crisp sound of "jingle", the dagger in Simmons' hand fell to the ground.

"Bitch! You're going to hell! Bitch!"

With no hope of surviving, Simmons cursed hysterically at his subordinate who had a crush on him for a long time.

"I have diluted the ingredients in it, so the onset of the C virus will be delayed, because in this way, you can slowly taste the pain I have suffered..."

"But do you think that's enough, Darling?"

Kara wrapped the red scarf around her neck again, then squatted down, reached out and raised Simmons' chin with a cold expression.

"I will not only take revenge on you, but also destroy your faith! This is the cruelest punishment I have prepared for you!"

"Want to rebuild the new order led by the United States? Hehe, the first wave of nuclear strikes is coming soon, thank you for creating all the prerequisites for achieving this condition..."

"The president of the United States and the nuclear button are all here, and members of the [family] in the military have actually been injected with nanomechanical bugs by the [Red Queen] long ago..."

"Calculating the time, they have already been activated. As long as one of the nuclear bombs is launched, there will be a non-stop melee..."

"Now, do you know why I suggested choosing a safe house? Once a nuclear war breaks out, this is the safest place..."

"Thank you for everything you have done for the new order, Darling, I will miss you..."

The woman noticed that Simmons' eyes had lost focus, and smiled, picked up the dagger on the ground, and stabbed him in the head with one knife... one knife...

With the stirring of the blade, the mutant with strong vitality twitched continuously.

Never offend women!It was terribly frightening that they had come for revenge.

At this time, the three people watching the play outside the venue had cold faces and couldn't help shivering.

Of course, there is no need to watch the subsequent plots. Even after being injected with the C virus, Kara is definitely not A2's opponent.

While Kevin and the others had satisfied the audience, there was still a lot of mess to be cleaned up.

ps: Alright, Kara has revenge, so happy,

The biggest regret in Resident Evil 6 is that the pair of enemies did not get together.

Chapter 306 Chapter [-] I'm Really Not a Lolicon

Los Angeles, Hotel Royal.

[Anti-entropy] The ruler Leiden Ryoma looked through the recent briefing, and the changes in the situation were somewhat beyond his expectations.

First, President Benford, who went to give a speech at the University of Southern California, experienced a near-miss political assassination, and his approval rating skyrocketed.

Simmons, the US government's security adviser, is under investigation for committing three counts of treason and two crimes. As for the truth, anyway, he is already a dead man who can't argue, so who cares?

The US government's overseas troop withdrawal policy has submitted a bill, and it is estimated that results will be forthcoming soon.

Second, successive smart machine mutinies that broke out in Las Vegas, Catalina Island, Los Angeles, Three Mile Island and other places were disclosed.

Regarding the issue of "smart security", it has aroused heated discussions in various countries. With the lessons learned from the past, different forces obviously have reservations about the end of smart phones.

Third, due to the continuous outbreak of biochemical terrorist incidents in the world, NATO allies formally submitted the "Draft on the Establishment of BSAA Branches around the World" to the United Nations.

Moreover, the training, expenditure, and mission reporting of the early personnel will be temporarily under the responsibility of the British BSAA headquarters, which officially expands the authority of the BSAA organization.

In the end, it was information from New York that the conflict between [SHIELD] and the mutants ended with Magneto King Eric taking the initiative to serve his sentence.

The Brotherhood of Mutants was disbanded in name, but in reality it was placed under the responsibility of the Mutant School.

At the same time, with the acquiescence of the intelligence agencies, the military, and the government, the group of mutants led by Dr. Beast began to come to the fore, hoping to promote legislation to protect the rights and interests of mutants through political means.

At this time, the documents issued by the states are estimated to have begun to recognize mutants as citizens.

Of course, the premise is that there is no criminal record, otherwise the X-Men who have long been cleansed are not vegetarians.

On the other hand, for the sake of national security, the "Mutant Registration Act" advocated by [S.H.I.E.L.D.] has also begun to be implemented.

The X-Men who have tasted the sweetness of legalizing their rights and interests are naturally loyal supporters of this decision. Any mutant who refuses to register and accept supervision will naturally not have normal citizenship rights.

However, the military, where a large number of upper-level officers were investigated this time, realized the changes of the times, and began to advocate the welfare policy for mutants to join the army.

For these, Raiden Ryoma doesn't care much, the only thing he cares about is that Eric, the once so rebellious Magneto King, actually succumbed...

According to the specific news from [S.H.I.E.L.D.], that old guy Nick found Magneto’s family members because he adopted someone’s suggestion…

"Your little boyfriend, what can you do..."

Raiden Ryoma rubbed the sore back of his neck, picked up his daughter Xiao Mei, who was climbing up his thigh, and whispered casually to the woman in the dark corner.

"Why, you still don't give up and want to recruit him to join [Anti-Entropy]?"

Ada, who had disappeared for a long time, put the new issue of Victoria's Secret Angel magazine on the table, took a sip of the bubbled honeysuckle tea.

But there is a slightly bitter taste in this fragrance, which is still a bit uncomfortable to drink, and I miss the musk coffee that this guy treasures.

"Forget it, that Siegfried guy looks crazy, but he's actually famous for taking advantage of him and not losing him. If you want to get someone from him, there's no way..."

"I mean, are you really going to retire in the future? Don't think about it anymore?"

Raiden Ryoma wiped his monocle, hesitating a little. This female agent he hired at a high price has a top-notch professional level, and she is really reluctant to release it like this now.

"Listen to him, what can I do?"

Ada pointed to her slightly protruding belly. Although her tone was helpless, the inadvertently drawn arc of her mouth still revealed the woman's inner joy.

Raiden Ryoma picked up his daughter Mei, and gently rubbed the little girl's pink face with his smooth chin, feeling a little empathetic for the choice of single parents.

"That's right, for the sake of the little guy in your stomach, you even have to order a musk coffee every time you report to work. You can quit. Your attitude is very firm..."

"It's good to work together, what's your plan in the future? I can help, just say..."

Ada drank the honeysuckle tea in the cup, showing a fox-like smile.

"Don't bother, it's already rare for someone in this line of work not to let their employers or enemies think about it..."

"Also, in order to prevent everyone from missing each other, I am going to take an indefinite vacation at the place where [Anti-Entropy] and [Destiny] are the weakest..."

"Boss, don't miss me. If you talk too much, I tend to shake my hands. If I accidentally send something, I really can't guarantee it..."