The Showdown Begins From Resident Evil

In the villa area on the other side, a party is being held. There are coquettish courtesans and rich people who are prudent in front of others and beasts behind.

The person who held this reception was a prudent middle-aged Derek, a well-known chaebol rich man and a well-known lawyer, all of whom were important figures in the oligarchic group.

Eddie wore a suit, while Svetlana, Jill, and King Ada wore evening gowns, which were conservative and dignified.

People are beautiful and look good in whatever clothes they wear.

"Hey, Dr. Eddie, God, what a rare visitor, how did you come to East Slavia?" Derek hurried up to meet him, looking very surprised.

"Come here uninvited, ready to come over to eat and drink." Eddie smirked and shook hands with each other.

The host of the reception is so enthusiastic, there must be something tricky here.

"Is this the Internet business tycoon?" A lady's beautiful eyes flowed.

"Hmph, what kind of online business is not popular with us at all!" A man in a suit showed a trace of jealousy.

"The identity of a medical tycoon can never be faked, my God, it's actually Svetlana! That woman is actually close to the rich, no wonder she is so rich! 35 A certain courtesan said with some exasperated envy.

Eddie took out a cigarette, and the always strong Svetlana actually took the initiative to light a cigarette for a man like a little woman, which greatly satisfied Eddie's vanity.

Man, it's hypocrisy!

In the attic box at the reception, a white-haired man with a scar on his right eye was sitting on the sofa. .

Only Colonel Sergey can have such a unique hobby!

And Nikolai, who died in Mexico before, miraculously stood behind Sergey, his face paled a lot. Before coming, he must have extracted his bone marrow to make clones. The high IQ cost of replicating his own clones is very high.

Even William Birken, a Ph.D. in biology and virology expert, couldn't figure it out.

The so-called piece of dandruff can be copied and reborn from a drop of blood, that is completely nonsense, and it is not scientific at all.

Eddie walked into the box with Svetlana in his arms, took the cigarette, "Hey, Sergey, you're not dead yet, you're so lucky. Tsk tsk tsk, Nikolai, I knew the real Nikolai was not. It would be so insane 々||.

Sergey is not angry, Eddie is now qualified to talk to him like that. Whether it is strength or power, he has been perfectly suppressed, and this young guy is no longer the submissive waste in Raccoon City.

"Stop talking nonsense, we can help East Slavia to achieve independence and union. But I have one condition. You also need to help North Slavia, West Slavia and Yugoslavia become independent and join the United Nations." Sergey said straight to the point.

There is no dummy, that's because there is no need. To deal with smart people, it is better to be direct, and Sergey, as a general, knows conspiracy, which is different from the sneaky Nikolai. This is the reason why Sergey is the boss, and the unscrupulous tricks can never be on the table!

"Yes, no problem, I will use a brilliant method to keep the city's economy running. Whether the oligarchs here can continue to make money or not depends entirely on their own vision. Eddie nodded.

"You know that biological and chemical weapons appear on the battlefield. This will give the Western Federation, which has become more and more inflated, a chance. They will feel that they can interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, and this is an opportunity to attack them. I don't like it. The megalomaniacs of the Western Federation, they must pay." Sergey smelled the blood on the knife

The expression is very obsessed.

"Then what? With BSAA, even if there are biological weapons, it will not be the Western Federation's turn. 35 Eddie took the red wine glass handed by King Ada and took a sip.

"Indeed, but what if a large number of federal citizens died in the hands of biological and chemical weapons in East Slavia?" Nikolai, who had been standing there, said gloomily.

Eddie glanced at the other party a little unexpectedly, "Then it may indeed lead to the intervention of the Western Federation, so what about the future plan?"

"This area is close to Tsarist Russia, and Tsarist Russia will not allow the hand of the Western Federation to reach here. As long as the new regional leaders here face Tsarist Russia, there will be no problem." Nikolai explained again.

"So if you want me to think that one can maintain a high level of economic income despite offending the Western Federation and possibly being subject to economic sanctions, this is what you want me to do?" Eddie shrugged.

Svetlana's beautiful eyes were slightly wrinkled. She knew that this was impossible. It was impossible for a small country to continue to live after offending the Western Federation. It would either be sent to attack, or the economy would collapse and collapse from within.

Even Sergey's expression became serious, "`"You help me stabilize the war in my hometown, and I help you deal with Spencer. 35

"Isn't Spencer your benefactor? Are you dealing with him now? I won't believe your nonsense, I don't need it, but I need you to deal with Caprondo and Simmons. The Federation is your battlefield, you can do whatever you want. Play! Eddie has a terrible plan in his mind, and it doesn't matter that he's not the one who implements the plan.

"No problem, the deal. But I have to see the results before I do it. Once I do it, they won't have any chance of surviving unless I die." Sergey said Mai seriously.

"No problem, I'm in charge of the economy, and you guys are in charge of the relationship above. Happy cooperation!" Eddie said as he picked up the wine glass.

Sergey shook his head and raised his head behind him. Nikolai handed over a bottle of vokat (Li Hao).

"In Tsarist Russia, real men drink from bottles, only women use wine glasses." Sergey sneered while holding a vodka.

"Only men who drink denatured alcohol are real men, and those who don't drink denatured alcohol are scumbags." Eddie wouldn't be used to each other.

The reception was staggered, with brilliant lights, exquisite western snacks, and coquettish courtesans passing through. This kind of intoxicated atmosphere makes no one want to wake up.

However, in the slums several kilometers away, there are various robbery crimes, smuggling, dirty transactions, etc., and even the air is filled with a stench, which is simply hell on earth. Such a stark contrast can only be seen in reality. This is reality, this is his life!

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