Jill. Valentine used to be a member of S.T.A.R.S, and of course now she has been suspended for investigation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But for her, it doesn't really matter if she doesn't stop working. The S.T.A.R.S team in Laeken City is now in name only, and even if she is allowed to continue, she has little interest.

What she wants most now is nothing more than to avenge her teammates.

However, when she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel depressed. The huge gap between ideals and reality made her feel deep despair for a while. Ambrera's giant shadow made it difficult for her to even breathe, and as for bringing it down, even she thought it was a fool's dream.

People always like to drink to relieve their sorrows when they are depressed, and Jill is no exception. In fact, she's been in this bar for quite some time. Only here can she forget the bitterness in her heart.

"Old Josh, give me another drink."

The bar owner shook his head, and he reached out and pressed the glass in front of Jill. Sigh.

"I know you're sad, Jill. But drinking won't solve the problem. ”

"Hell, when did you become a priest." Jill pushed his hand away and snatched the bottle straight from him. "I'm spending, I'm generating income for you. You should honestly fill me with a glass instead of rambling like my mom here.

"If it weren't for the fact that your father and I were old friends, I wouldn't have bothered to say this nonsense to you." Old Josh sighed and took back the bottle, but still poured her a glass of wine. "The last cup, today's one is my invitation. Otherwise, you can settle the accounts of the previous days first. ”

"Got it, got it." Jill waved his hand in disgust, but focused on the news on television.

"The current outbreak of mad attacks in the city of Laken has increased again, and to this day, there have been dozens of cases for this. The police said that they would do everything to stop these insane patients from causing more cases, but for now, the situation is not optimistic. ”

Seeing that Jill was so concerned about things on the news, Old Josh also watched for a while. Then he sighed.

"The world is really chaotic, a mutant almost demolished Paris a while ago, and now there are a bunch of crazy people running around in our little place. I really don't know where to put people at ease. ”

"If I were you, I'd stay away from this damn city." Jill took a sip of his wine and said with a faint warning. "There's a good chance these crazy people are going to kill you."

"Don't treat me like one of those soft eggs who can't even hold a gun!" Old Josh immediately retorted. "Even on the way home, I'll carry a shotgun in my bag, and if a madman dares to bare his teeth at me, see if I don't remove a few big pieces from him."

"Unless you snap their heads open, it's useless." Jill smiled and lit a cigarette. "Shoot them in the head before they touch you. Otherwise, you will die. Whether it's bitten or scratched. ”

Hearing this, Old Qiao Xu choked violently, and it took a long time before he spoke.

"You're kidding me. Seriously, it's not funny at all. ”

"Do you think I'm joking?" Jill's expression in the smoke was very serious, so serious that old Josh couldn't understand what she meant. Still, he stuck to his ideas.

"Then I suppose you must be drunk, listen to me, Jill. You're still young, so go back after this drink. There are some things that you will naturally forget after a while. ”

Jill sneered, spitting smoke and letting her expression be clouded.

"You think I'm crazy, you all think I'm crazy. But I'm not the one who went crazy, and you'll regret it later. ”

Old Josh shrugged, unheeded Jill's warning. In his eyes, this old friend's child must have been a little depressed because of being suspended, and she will naturally get better after a while. He was busy with the business at hand, and Jill didn't want to talk any more nonsense about him.

These days she has been treated as a psychopath, a lie-mongering and rumor-mongering madman. She was used to what these people thought of her.

She was now silently drinking the liquor in front of her, trying to get herself drunk with it so that she could forget about the nightmare. But no matter how much she tried to pour herself, it was impossible for her to forget those things. Those things had changed her life completely.

Jill was still drinking, but there was already one more person by her side. The man looked at her for a moment, and then asked after a long time.

"Jill. Valentine. Probably yes. ”

Jill squinted at the somewhat strange Asian man, tall in stature and unfamiliar in face. It's a guy I don't know.

"Do we know each other?"

"No, I just wanted to confirm. Are you? The stranger looked at him, his flat black eyes glowing with a single glow.

"I think you're looking for the wrong person." Jill was drunk, hazy, but still very alert. She quietly reached behind her, where she placed a pistol.

"I don't think I'm wrong, unless there are two people in this world who look exactly the same." The stranger smiled. "But if you need to make sure. So, are you Jill. Valentine, former S.T.A.R.S player. Is the city's famous mad detective right now? ”

As soon as these words were uttered, Jill immediately rose from her chair, drew a pistol from behind her and pointed it at the stranger. There was a cold question in his mouth.

"You were sent by Ambrera?"

I have to say that she was very lucky. Because there were no other customers in the bar at all during this time except her. Otherwise, she could have been on TV again by simply threatening to have a gun.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do it." The stranger shook his head, trying to get closer. But as soon as he moved, Jill directly pulled the insurance.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do it." She said the same thing, but with a completely different meaning. "Answer me, who the hell are you?"

"Seriously, it's really not safe to shoot at such a close distance!" The stranger shrugged his shoulders and jerked forward. Before Jill could react, he held down the barrel with his hand. Although Jill had subconsciously pulled the trigger, the bullet did not hit the target. Instead, he smashed the chair next to him.

This immediately made Jill feel very bad, and she quickly threw a fist at the strange man's wrist, trying to get him to release his pistol by hitting the wrist joint. But strangers reacted faster than she did.

He bent his arm directly against Jill's shoulder with his elbow, causing her body to lean over immediately. And he himself stepped forward, grabbing her swinging fist with one hand and pushing it lightly. Jill, who had been drinking a lot, couldn't control her balance at all at this time, and she fell behind her.

When she was about to fall to the ground, the stranger jerked again. Pulled her into his arms. However, his posture is not ambiguous, but full of coercion. Because his arms were around her neck, and with the other hand he held Jill's gun against her waist.

"The closer a firearm is, the less threatening it is. Because you don't have much time to react at all. The stranger's teasing voice rang in her ears, and Jill's heart burned with rage. She desperately tried to break free from the stranger's hold, but she couldn't break free from his arms.

It seems that she can only choose to tie her hands and be caught. However, she is not alone here.

A shotgun came out of the side and aimed it at the back of the stranger's head. Old Qiao Xu's vicious voice also came.

"Let her go, bastard. Otherwise, you'll get a taste of deer bullets. ”

"Okay, okay. Don't go off, or this beauty and I will have to tidy up our remains. The stranger slowly raised his hand with the gun, and put it on the bar little by little under Old Josh's wary gaze.

Old Josh stared at him intensely, but his attention was inevitably distracted as the pistol drangled in front of his eyes. And it was this moment that the stranger seized the opportunity.

The pistol suddenly landed on the table, making old Josh's eyes jump. The stranger took the opportunity to wave his backhand and smashed his arm directly on Old Josh's shotgun. The muzzle of the shotgun shook violently, and at this time, the shotgun was naturally no longer aimed at the original target. And taking advantage of this small interval, the stranger has already taken out a revolver.

The huge, delicate revolver pressed against Old Josh's chin before he could move the muzzle of his gun back, making him honestly stop his movements. The stranger smiled softly.

"I don't want to say it, but it seems that I won, so how about sitting down and talking?"

Jill was still struggling, she had tried elbowing strangers in the ribs, but it didn't work well. It's like you're playing with a special forces combat instructor, and all your attacks aren't working as well as they should. On the contrary, under his attack, you are like a boat in a storm, and you can't even find your way.

So in the end, she could only ask in frustration.

"What do you want to talk about? If Ambrera told you to keep your mouth shut, I don't mind if you better kill me. I'll never be able to shut up about that thing unless I'm dead. ”

The stranger sighed, and he motioned for Old Josh to throw away the shotgun in his hand. After he did so, he put away the revolver in his hand and let go of the controlled Jill.

"I have no ill intentions, Miss Valentine. I'd like to talk to you about S.T.A.R.S. I think maybe you need some help. ”

As soon as he left the stranger's arms, Jill immediately stepped back and distanced himself. She asked, looking warily at the stranger.

"Help, how can you help me?"

"Avenge your comrades and protect the inhabitants of this city. Isn't that helping? ”

Avenge. At the sight of these words, Jill's tired mind was like a fueled engine. It's something she's been thinking about. She knew that if she couldn't avenge the death of her teammates, she would probably not have peace for the rest of her life. So whether it's for herself or for the sake of those dead comrades, she must agree.

But reason hadn't gone away from her yet, and she wouldn't trust a stranger unconditionally. Unless he comes up with something that he can convince himself.

"Who the hell are you and why are you helping me?"

(Sorry, I'm getting busier and busier as I approach graduation, so I'm going to check out the job fair today.) There may only be one more. ）