When he first moved to Raccoon City, Gu Aotian was in a state of mental tension, unable to accept his transfer, and was not even sure whether to join. S-Squad. Although he was able to do his job well, it was all thanks to his father, Dick. After Dick's arrest, he pressured his daughter Jill to change jobs. And the father was very persistent, she admitted that she had raised her daughter in the wrong direction, and repeatedly told Jill that the Valentine family only needed one person with a connection to the prison. Despite her skills and experience, Jill doesn't have many options. At least.. Team S gives a correct assessment of her abilities, but doesn't know anything about how she acquired them covertly. The job doesn't pay badly, and it's a dangerous element that Jill has been pursuing and enjoying until now...... If you try to think about it, changing careers can be as simple as being scared by a small start. Father Dick is happy that she will also be given the opportunity to learn about another way of life.

Still, moving is more painful than you imagined.

Since Dick was imprisoned, Jill has truly tasted loneliness, and she has come to feel like a joke working to uphold the law – Dick the thief? Valentine's daughter works to uphold the American spirit of truth and justice. Then rise to.. S's Alpha team has a tasteful home in the suburbs - to give up all these idiot-like ideas, all she really wants is to get out of the city quickly and return to the original broken house......

…… However, these thoughts only exist when two little girls who live across the street open the door of their house and ask Jill with tears in their eyes, "Are you a real police officer?" Their parents went to work, but they couldn't find the puppy they had at this time, so they ......

…… Becky, who was wearing the school's green uniform, and Priscia, who was wearing a babydoll, seemed a little shy while sobbing and crying......

The puppy didn't have any accidents, just wandered around a few blocks away, and Jill easily made two new friends. The young sisters also quickly fell in love with Jill, always returning from school with wildflowers they picked on the road, and always playing at Jill's house on weekends, singing songs they had heard in movies, TV, and animations. The maidens change Gil's vision of the future, so that she no longer wants to leave alone, and although the idea of leaving the land will come back at some point, at least it can be forgotten until that moment. After 23 years of life, for the first time, Jill felt part of the community of life and work. The change came so subtly, so gently that Jill barely noticed.

Six weeks ago, Betsy, Prisia and her parents went on a picnic with Lake Victory, before they became separated from their parents. So they became the first victims of the case that made the city tremble and isolated. The picture trembled slightly in Jill's hands, Becky's cloudy eyes stared at the sky, and a bloody hole had been torn open in the abdomen of her corpse. Priscia lay beside her, her hands outstretched in a "big" shape, and a large number of slices of flesh were torn from her tiny limbs. Both of them had their internal organs removed, and the cause of death was probably excessive blood loss, and judging from the horrific trauma, they should have been extremely frightened before they died. Even if the spell is a heart-rending scream, no one will hear it......

That's enough! They're dead. However, in the end, we must find out about this matter!

Jill took the file back into the folder with a trembling hand, then took a deep breath as he stepped out of the doorway, the warm air filled with the smell of freshly cut grass. It seems that from some corner of the street there is the sound of children playing, mixed with the happy barking of puppies. She hurried to her gray car parked on the side of the road, riddled with potholes and scars, and tried to force herself not to look at Maggie's house, surrounded by silence. Soon, the car started up and started driving on the wide road in the suburbs, and Jill rolled down the window and pressed the gas pedal hard. Of course, she wanted to see the children and pets, but there was nothing around. Since the incident, children and pets have been forbidden to go outside, even during the day.

The car continued to accelerate and drove onto Route 202 of the highway, and the small body began to tremble slightly. The warm, dry air blew Jill's hair and caressed her face, which woke her up from her nightmare. The car sped through dusk, the boundary between day and night, and the shadows of the trees on both sides of the road were dragged by the street lamps. Is it fate, or is it just chance? The trajectory of Jill's life is modified by what happened in Raccoon City. Whether it's trying to keep from being thrown into prison, or choosing to be submissive in order to please your father, you're not a thief in the first place - or, you want to join... S is just a job, you can't be so self-deceiving, this matter is very important. The children were killed, and the murderer is still at large, which means that he will continue to commit crimes.

The documents about the victims in the hand were swaying slightly in the wind, and the top one was blown by the wind, like the souls of the nine people, probably the partners of Betsy and the Priscia sisters.

Jill calmed down and put her hand on the fluttering papers—and then she vowed in her heart that she would find the killer no matter what it took. No matter what kind of person you were in the past, it has nothing to do with the possibility of your future development. I've changed...... I will not stop until the murderer of innocent people is punished.

"Hey, Chris!"

Chris stood in front of the soda vending machine and looked back, and he saw Foster's dark, boy-like face with a smile on his face, striding towards him from the empty hallway. In fact, Foster is about two or three years older than Chris, but he looks like a rebellious teenager — with long hair, jeans and a jacket with brass nails, and a tattoo of a smoking skeleton tattooed on his left shoulder. But he was a good mechanic, and from what Chris had seen in the battles, Foster was one of the best snipers he'd ever seen.

"Ah, Foster, you're in good spirits." Chris pulled a can of soda from the vending machine and glanced at his watch. An event just a few minutes away from the meeting. When Foster stood in front of him, Chris's smile was full of exhaustion, but there was still a sparkle in those blue eyes. Foster had a lot of equipment in his hands - bulletproof vests, multi-purpose armed belts, and military backpacks.