"Woo......" With a whistle, "the warship sailed into the port of Miami." The Port of Miami isn't brightly lit, and it doesn't seem like there are many people on duty at the port at night, and the cityscape of Miami at night is spectacular.

The captain came to the crowd and said, "This trip is over, I wish you all happiness." There is someone waiting for you under the ship, and he says that he is from Ambrera and wants to take you away and guarantee your safety. "There was an extra cat next to the captain, and the kitten was adopted by the captain, after all, everyone didn't have time to take care of it.

Coming to the escalator on the side of the ship that led to the surface port, Jill saw two black general-purpose cars below, and under the ladder stood a man wearing a black suit and a black trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, and she stopped. At this time, everyone also saw this person, is he a member of Ambrera's company?

Nervous, everyone walked down the escalator, only to see Chris first step forward and hug the man opposite.

"Oh, my old friend! I'm so happy to see you. Hahaha! Chris said with a smile.

"Yes, my friend, it seems that the mission is well done." Qi Lian'an, the creator of the Desperate Virus, replied.

Listening to the man's voice, everyone is very familiar, but they can't remember who it is. Wait until the man turns his face. "Qi Lian'an! It's you. Alice said.

"Shh......h Be quiet, if the captain hears me, if I say it's not Ambrera's, they won't hand it over. Qi Lian'an whispered.

"Is she ......?" Zilianan looked at Alice beside Chris, with blonde hair, needless to say his super-soldier.

Qi Lian'an saw that there were not many people on the left and right, and motioned for everyone to hurry up and get into the car so as not to be discovered. Two cars full of people left the port, and the other car was Qi Lian'an's assistant. Drive a car. Cars run through the bustling streets, people pass through at night, colorful neon lights, colorful signboards of major shops and malls, and towering skyscrapers. A curly-haired guy singing and performing on the street, two people sitting on a roadside bench kissing. A homeless man lying on the ground in front of a fast food restaurant. Everything in New York City, USA, is so familiar.

Two cars drove to the backyard of a hotel. Everyone got off the bus, although this hotel is not high-end, but it is not simple, eight floors, not in the downtown area. A clean hot shower is enough. They entered the hotel through the back door in the backyard. The hotel owner seemed to know Qi Lian'an, and after a short conversation, he provided an entire floor of housing to ensure the safety and rest of the people. The decoration inside is not bad, it is a three-star hotel, and the hotel waiter leads everyone up the stairs.

Qi Lian'an said goodbye to everyone. Signal everyone to rest well and not move around. The next day there is something important to announce to everyone, and rest is the first and foremost. Trant walked out of the back door of the hotel and left in a car with his assistant.

Chris snored within two minutes of crawling on the soft bed, after all, he had almost forgotten the feeling of the soft American bed for so long. Chris didn't even close the door, the curtains didn't draw, and he fell asleep heartlessly.

Alice combed her hair in front of the mirror, and although it wasn't a messy twist, she still felt greasy. Just as he was about to wash his hair, he heard snoring in the next room. She went out to her room and closed the curtains. The lights were turned off, the door was closed, and he went back to his room to fix his hair.

Leon turned on the shower in the bathroom and there was hot water. That's great! Leon was pleased, after all, he himself hadn't bathed for almost a hundred years. His body was as sour as mud, and he immediately turned on the big sprinkler. He couldn't wait to leave the camouflage uniform on his body, and the mirror opposite him stopped him. The scar left by the mutant parasite on his body was clearly visible in the mirror, and Leon wanted to forget it, he didn't want to reminisce about the past again.

The TV screen is constantly switching. There are reruns of NBA basketball games, reality and talk shows on famous TV stations. There is also a solo concert by MJ. There wasn't a TV show that would interest Wesker, no, the remote control in his hand kept changing stations. Aimlessly, he didn't understand why he didn't go to bed early now, he wanted something to drink.

Jill stood in front of the window of his room, looking at the moon in the sky, at the stars. I don't know what she's thinking at this moment. The breeze blew out of the window, and the blonde hair fluttered in the wind.

Pick up the beard knife and gently hang it on your face covered with shaving foam. "Well, it feels really good." Chris, who woke up again, said intoxicated that he had shaved his beard once before the mission, and his beard had grown over time, and he had to clean it up. His beard has become a little stiffer lately, and he has to shave his face from time to time. I don't feel sleepy now, and I want to find something to do.

At this time, there was a knock on Chris's door, Chris put down his beard knife, came to the door and looked out through the door, he opened the door. "Shall we go out for a drink, old friend?" Leon, who was standing outside the door, said.

"Okay, I'm happy to accompany you." Chris went back inside and got dressed.

Leon brought the contact lenses that Zilian'an had given him, so that he didn't have to wear sunglasses to cover his eyes from time to time.

"With contact lenses, your eyes are more attractive." Chris said to Leon.

"So, Mr. Redfield, where should we go for a drink?" Lyon's watch was already showing half past eleven.

"Call Wesker, we're bored to talk without him."

"No, Chris, he's already sleeping soundly, let him sleep, he's so strong that he should be allowed to rest. Qi Lian'an said that we can't move around, so let's drink in the hotel restaurant, I invite you. The two of them walked down the stairs laughing and laughing.

The built-in restaurant downstairs of the hotel gives people a feeling of being relatively comfortable, the decoration is simple but not simple, the plaster polished ancient Roman pillars, the tables and chairs made of hardwood, playing the classical music of the last century, it is a good choice to eat here. There were not many people in the restaurant at this time, and it was so late that there was an old man in plaid pajamas and slippers, sitting at the table eating sandwiches, and it seemed that he was too hungry to sleep at night before coming for supper. There were also two couples talking at the dining table against the wall.

The two of them went to the bar in the restaurant's drinks section, and a waiter dressed in a sexy dress walked over. "Gentlemen, what would you like to drink?" The waiter asked.

"Whiskey on the rocks." Chris said. "Lemonade with sugar, thank you," Leon said. The waiter was a little surprised and smiled as he watched Leon wipe the cup and get ready.

"What's wrong? Don't want to drink today? ”

"No, I think I'm about to quit." Leon said lightly.

"Drink slowly, don't worry my old friend. In fact, Marcus did it, and the purpose is not very clear. That guy was so good that we couldn't bother him when we arrived. Marcus has become blacklisted by the company. (To be continued.) )