Wesker suddenly showed a shallow smile, and he wondered what kind of state Director Alrons would be in at this moment. He sneered as he thought, and the image of Director Alrons, who was flushed with excitement came to his mind, and he liked to dominate anything and anyone around him, and if he didn't, he would easily get angry, that idiot.

Aura is a with a modicum of power, and this is a misfortune for everyone. Wesker did a detailed investigation into Elrons' affairs before he came to Raccoon City to take office, and as a result, he also learned several disgraceful things about this person, although he didn't take this information to heart, but he could have made these things public while he was indiscriminately pointing fingers at his work, or at least he could tell Alrons everything he knew, which should shut up the guy.

Barry carried his backpack full of ammunition to the roof, his thick upper arm muscles twitching slightly as he took the backpack in another hand. Barry was followed by Chris and Joseph, the former with daggers, pistols and other small arms stuck in his belt, and the latter laboriously carrying a handbag for the report-making program and a small grenade launcher on his other shoulder.

When Team Alpha boarded the helicopter, Wesker couldn't help but sigh at the hundred-pound ammo pack in Barry's hand. At this time, you can see that Barry is in. How important is S? Although the others were very large, they were as thin as a pencil compared to Barry.

As Barry, Chris, and Joseph counted and sorted out their equipment, Wesker turned his attention to the door, where he was looking for Jill. Then he looked at his watch, his brow furrowed. Five minutes had passed since he gave the last order to the team, and everyone here was actively preparing...... But, Jill? Where is Valentine? To date, Wesker has not had a formal conversation with Jill, but the information about her is full of compliments. Anyone who has worked with Jill has a high regard for her, and the captain of Jill's team has praised her intellectuality and her "unusual" calmness in the face of crisis. Judging by her resume, it definitely is. Is Jill's father Dick? Valentine, he was the number one thief twenty or thirty years ago. He trained his daughter as his heir, so that until his father was thrown into prison, it can be said that she did her job perfectly......

Whether it was genius or not, now she had to comply with the events.

Wesker thought to himself as he motioned for Vickers to start the propellers.

Okay, what's going on over there, let's find out now.

Jill stands in the dim and quiet. At the door of the S equipment room, two bulging backpacks were held in both hands. She placed her backpack on the ground, quickly tucked her hair back behind her head, and put on a black beret to press her hair back. It's hot to wear, but it's a sign of luck for her. In the process of picking up the backpack, she glanced at her watch by the way, and there were only three minutes left.

Jill had been here all along, and she had gathered her belt, gloves, bulletproof vest, and backpack all together. She found that each safe deposit box reflected the personality of its user. Barry's safe deposit box contains photographs of his family, as well as photographs cut out of firearms magazines, such as the precious 45-caliber gun; Chris's box is plastered with photos of his Air Force buddies, and the shelves are littered like an adolescent with T-shirts, scattered papers, and even a yo-yo that glows in the dark; Brad? Vickers' chest was full of books; Joseph has a calendar for the movie "The Three Stooges"; Only Wesker's Lockbox doesn't reflect his personality, and Jill isn't surprised by that. Because in her impression, the captain has always been a man who has been hurt too much to put sentimentality in the first place.

In Jill's safe kept several books of crime, toothbrushes, dental floss, a spray to prevent bad breath, and this black beret. There was also a small mirror on the door, with a yellowed photograph of her when she was a child and went to the beach with her father. As soon as Jill is free, he will give his safe a new look.

Jill leaned forward slightly, lifted her knees slightly to maintain her balance, and reached out to fumble with the latch. The moment she grabbed the latch, someone coughed heavily behind her back.

Startled, Jill quickly put her backpack down and turned to look for the person who was coughing. The door didn't open, and there were three rows of safe deposit boxes side by side in the cramped room, and it was quiet and dark when I entered. Although there is still a door in the house, I can be sure that after I came here, absolutely no one followed-

“…… So that means there were already people here before I came in. Could it be that behind the last row of safe deposit boxes, there are police officers napping here? No, there are a few beds in the strategic deployment room, and it's clear that it's a better place to rest than a cramped bench on the icy concrete floor. So hard that someone is reading a magazine here, maybe that person wants to take a break from their busy schedule? Jill roared inwardly; Either way, you're wasting your time right now, get out of here! ”

Just as she thought, Jill bent down to pick up her backpack and prepared to leave.

"You're Miss Valentine, aren't you?" A figure stood up from the depths of the room and took a step forward. It was a tall man, and his voice was low and rhythmic. He was in his early forties, with a thin build, dark hair, and a piercing eye. He was wearing a thick coat, which was worth a lot of money at a glance.

Jill quickly set up a fighting stance, because she didn't know the man at all.

"It's me." Jill replied warily.

The man smiled slightly and walked towards Jill.

"I have something very important." He said.

Jill's eyes narrowed, her muscles tensed, and she reflexively made a defensive stance. "Don't move, you bastard, I don't know who you are or what you're looking for me, but you're at the police station right now......"

As she spoke, her voice slowly grew weaker.

The man laughed out loud, with a happy look in his eyes. "You are mistaken, Miss Valentine. I beg your pardon for my presumptuousness. It's okay for you to call me Trent, and so am I.. S's ...... Friend. ”

Jill looked at the other person's position and posture, and then relaxed a little. But her eyes were fixed on the man, and there was really no threat in him......