Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Mornings in Russia are cool, but during the day or noon it can get cold, but the locals are used to the icy climate, with a large temperature difference between day and night.

Chris stood in front of the window of his room looking out at the not-so-busy street, holding a toothbrush and a tooth jar to clean his teeth. The location of the Louis Hotel is on the outskirts, so there is no hustle and bustle of the city.

There was a slight earthquake at the hotel last night. Thankfully, Jill woke Alice up in time, which caused a lot of trouble for the hotel, and almost all the glasswork in the house was spared, so Chris spent some of the money that Wesker had given him for the trip.

Gil's sleep is an occupational disease, and even if he sleeps, he must be alert to potential dangers. There was no quilt, so she made the trousers wrinkled unevenly, and there was no way, so she took another one out of her travel bag and changed it in.

All of Chris's questions were added to Wesker, what kind of friend is this!? I haven't come out to greet you yet. But it was as if Wesker had disappeared, and he didn't reply to any emails he sent out, and he didn't answer international calls. It's like let's figure it out on our own, and that's something very special.

"Dut...... The voice of "beep" call waiting, Jill was a little overwhelmed.

"Hello? Who are you? Feed? ......" A familiar voice came from the phone, Jill couldn't be strong anymore, hung up the phone and leaned next to her and cried, she may not have enough courage to face Barry who thought she had sacrificed, Jill was a little aggrieved and had mixed feelings in her heart. But Alice was glad to hear Barry's voice.

"Alright, alright. It's okay. Alice patted Jill on the shoulder, and they cried even harder. Alice immediately raised her hands, "Oh! Oh! Don't, don't, don't. I...... It's not very comforting, so it's not good, right? Looking at Jill's crying, Alice said comfortingly.

Yesterday Chris still didn't know the identity of the person from the owner of the Louis Hotel. The boss only said that the person who booked the room should inform them that a car would pick them up in the morning, and Chris was relieved that he was finally going to see the living people.

But the morning was about to pass, but there was still no movement. Chris was sleeping again, and no one wanted to disturb him, just snoring on the sofa in the living room. A few people stayed in the living room, waiting for the person to pick them up, Gran and the boss chatted and gossiped, Alice continued to look at the magazine that she had brought off the plane, and Claire and Jill chatted about the trivia they had been together.

The roar of car engines outside the hotel attracted everyone's attention, and two large black SUVs stopped outside the door. The suspension of the car is as high as a four-legged monster. The door opened, and out came three men in neat black suits, all wearing sunglasses, who looked like bodyguards. Two of them stood in front of the car with their hands down, staring around. The other one was also the most breezy one, as tall as a red tank, and must have been as strong as an ox, and walked towards the hotel.

Chris looked at the big man who had come in. Bald head, like Barry's thick beard. With a deep scar on the left side of his face, he can definitely win the American Wrestling Championship on his head. He walked over to Chris, who was talking to the boss at the counter, "Mr. Charlie, we're here to pick you up." The tone was stiff and unfriendly, with a strong Russian accent, and the stranger stretched out his right hand.

Chris's pseudonym is Charlie. "Yes, hello." Chris shook his hand. "You can call me Weaver, pack your bags, me and my car don't want to wait too long." Weaver asked the hotel owner for a check-out.

Everyone else was woken up, and when they saw the off-road vehicle outside the door and the strong man opposite, they already understood nine times out of ten. The luggage was loaded into the trunks of the two cars, and several people got into the SUV. Leon and Chris sat in Weaver's car, and the rest sat in another car.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, which seemed cooler. "Where are you going?" Chris asked Weaver, who was sitting in the front seat, "Target location." Weaver replied stiffly and didn't look back. Are you what Wesker said he was talking about? Chris then asked, "Don't ask too many questions, that's not your primary concern." Weaver dismissed the question. Hey, you have the right to let us know where to go, right? "It's a little unpleasant to look at at first.

Weaver did not answer. Chris patted Leon on the shoulder, meaning that there was no need to get along with him. Jill in the back car asked the same question, but the driver didn't intend to answer her explicitly.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was relatively depressing, no one spoke, and the two cars were also silent, after all, the driver was not friendly, and the sign of the highway crossed the window 354 kilometers away from the target.

Chris was woken up again while he was sleeping, stretching and wondering how long the car had been moving. It was found that the car had been parked in a large clean warehouse, without a trace of dust, and the light through the top window glass was dim, and the car behind it also came in. Before he could fully wake up, he was dragged out of the car by Chris, and in front of him there were more than a dozen bodyguards with loaded guns standing around the car.

At this time, a man and a woman walked across the street, "Gentlemen and ladies, please cooperate with the security check." Weaver said to the crowd, knowing very well that the man and woman had come to search their bodies, and the man and woman nodded at Weaver after the examination. Sir wants to see you, please come with me. Weaver said.

Follow Weaver through the passage on the side of the warehouse, which is dimly lit because it is unlit. Go up the stairs to the second floor, this warehouse is cleaner than neat, the iron stairs are also spotless, compared to the second floor of the bodyguard is still the same, it is estimated that to see our "gentleman" is not good, may have also gotten into the tiger's mouth, Chris does not know the origin of this group of people dare not jump to conclusions.

There is only one wide corridor on the second floor, and every five or six steps there is a bodyguard with a loaded gun. The paint on the walls of the hallway has peeled off, and the ceiling has fallen lime, but it is still spotlessly polished. It seems that the warehouse was abandoned, but it was simply renovated.

Weaver gestured to the bodyguards on either side of the wooden door to open the door, and the bodyguards spoke a word of Russian into the door, and an incomprehensible native language came out of the door. The wooden door opened from the inside.

The one who opened the door seemed to be an attendant, dressed in a suit and leather shoes. The rooms inside were large and spacious, and sunlight shone through the cracks in the closed blinds on all sides. There is a fan lamp on the roof, which is not very bright, to illuminate the whole house, and there is a fur carpet on the floor. In the center of the room was a conference table, and in the center of the table sat a man with his back to the crowd, surrounded by heavily armed guards staring at the four of them.

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )