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.

"Wesker has given Marini the acknowledgment of the search. Team Bravo begins to carry out their mission. Although excited, Fosterna's characteristic Nasal voice of Alabama calmed his words. He smirked as he always did as he placed his gear on his chair.

Chris frowned and asked, "When?"

"Now. As soon as the helicopter is ready, we are ready to go. Foster said as he slipped the bulletproof vest over his T-shirt, "While you Alpha team is sitting down to write memos, we've already killed the murderers out of nowhere. ”

If you don't have self-confidence, you can't do anything, that's it. S。

"Ah, forget it, you better be careful, okay? Either way, our work is more tiresome than the boring work of wandering around the forest. ”

"Of course it's obvious." Foster said as he tucked his hair back to his head and fastened his belt. It is clear that he has focused his efforts on special tasks. Chris wanted to say something, but he didn't. Foster was an expert in his own right compared to his own bravado, so there was no need to say anything like "be careful" to him.

Do you really think so, Chris? Do you really think Bill would be careful?

With such a question in his heart, Chris gently patted Foster on the shoulder, and then walked towards the war boardroom. He was surprised that Wesker would send the squad out in batches, although for the inexperienced... It is customary for S to start a preparatory investigation, but this is not the usual way of warfare. Even judging from the number of dead people who have already been found, it is necessary to prepare for a more active attack. Forming a force against a murderer, this incident is definitely of the highest level. But Wesker saw it as a training event.

No one knows what will become of Bill......

Chris remembered again the phone call he received from his childhood playmate late last night. Although he hadn't been in touch with Bill for a long time, he knew that he was currently a researcher at Ambrera. Ambrera is a pharmaceutical company that has contributed significantly to the economic prosperity of Raccoon City. Bill was definitely not a man who feared shadows, but there was a deep despair in his voice. Waking Chris from his sleep, Bill babbles that his life is in danger and that it seems that someone else is involved in the matter, and he begs Chris to leave the city to see him. However, when Chris arrives at the agreed place, the other party does not show up, and he loses news of Bill.

Since Bill's disappearance, while Chris doesn't believe it has anything to do with the events of Raccoon City, he still thinks about it during sleepless nights. "Anyway, there must have been something more than we could have imagined right now, and Bill knew the truth about it." The idea of this is growing day by day, and Chris is lingering. Although the police searched Bill's home, they found no signs of crime...... However, Chris's instincts told him that his friend was dead. And it was some people who murdered him in order to silence him.

"I'm the only one who thinks this way. Director Alrons would think that was utter nonsense, and the rest of the team would think that I was just hallucinating in the grief of losing a friend......"

Chris had just turned the corner of the hallway and put the thought away for the time being. In the middle of the hallway, the heels of leather boots slammed against the ground. In order to find out why Bill is missing, he should do something. Concentrate your mind and focus your mind on the problem – but, it's a bit exhausting. Ever since he took Bill's phone call, I've been eroded by restlessness and lack of sleep, and my vision seems to be blurring. As a result of recent events, perhaps one's objectivity has also been dulled......