August 4, 1998, 9:47 a.m., Chicago, central United States. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The clouds in the deep blue sky are white and flawless. This third-largest city in the United States, located on the shores of Lake Michigan and the Chicago River in the middle of the United States, is particularly charming. The high-rise buildings in the city center make the city even more spectacular.

In August, the scorching heat of the summer of 1998 arrived earlier than usual in this large city in the central United States, known as the Windy City. Most of the people stayed in their rooms and enjoyed the air conditioning. From a distance, this megacity of millions of people is still a little quiet.

On the wide interstate highway to Chicago, a white Ford enclosed van drives. Its trunk is sprayed with a line of bold and large "UPS" international express.

It drove past the shores of clear Lake Michigan into the suburbs of Chicago, then into the high-rise downtown Chicago, stopping in front of an 82-story tower.

A courier worker got out of the car, holding a brown paper document bag in his hand. He walked into the building, and as soon as he entered, on the marble floor of the reception hall, there was a large, eye-catching parasol sign, which was the hallmark of the building's owner. It is the headquarters of the world-famous big pharmaceutical company "Ambrera" in Chicago.

He entered the elevator and pressed the rise button, the elevator rose rapidly and unimpeded, and stopped quietly on the 77th floor, and the employee of the courier company walked out of the elevator.

A few more turns in what others looked like a labyrinth of buildings, I came to the door of an office with an equally striking red and white parasol logo! It seems that this is not the first time he has been here.

A black female secretary in front of the door who looked to be in her 30s saw that she was wearing a decent black and gray work suit, and her black hair was very stylish on her head, giving people a solemn and elegant feeling. She wore an Ambrella parasol badge on her chest, and when she saw the courier approaching, she immediately got up from behind her desk and greeted her, smiling and saying to the courier employee, "Thank you!" You guys live up to your reputation! Mr. Oswell has been waiting for it. ”

"You're welcome! Lady. Please sign here. Glad you're satisfied, good! Good bye. ”

The black female secretary looked briefly at the package, turned around and picked up the phone at the desk and said something. Then he pushed open the two thick doors printed with the "parasol" logo, walked to an expensive desk with steady steps, and calmly said to the back of the boss's chair:

"Mr. Oswell, something from Washington has arrived."

"Excellent! Put it on my desk. You're going to get out. Thank you. ”

The black female secretary complied and turned to leave, and when she was about to walk out the door, the calm voice sounded again, this time with a somewhat kind and caring tone.

"Nia, how is little Danny's baseball? Did they win Sunday's game? ”

"Ah, yes Mr. Oswell, they won. Danny Jr. also won the best pitcher! Thank you very much for the uniforms you provided and everything arranged, they appreciate it very much. The secretary said with a smile.

"Great!! Attaboy! Kiss him for me! Next time, I'll be giving them good instructions. Thank you. ”

"You're welcome Mr. Oswell." The black female secretary smiled and walked out.

Oswell. Spencer, 75, is the director, chairman and CEO of Ambrera, and he owns 71 percent of the large multinational company.

Self-partner Edward. Arsifred, and his daughter Alethea. Yassifred died in a laboratory accident in '84. He took full control of the company, and the former leader Edward, his son, the conceited and brutal Alfred, could not accept all this, so he took the last bit of the family's reputation and money to serve as a director of the company in a small island experimental base in the sea. Because it was the last bit of his family's possessions, and it was also their family's own shares. However, for Oswell Spencer, this is not worth mentioning. As long as that kid doesn't starve to death, it's the right Edward to die, and I don't have a good impression of them anyway!

Oswell. Spencer picked up the vellum paper document bag on the table with both hands, and first tossed it in his hand and felt very light!? When I opened it, there were only two pieces of stationery inside. He quickly began to look seriously.

Dear Oswell. Hello Mr. Spencer.

It is my pleasure to write to you again, since the Raccoon Town Consulate incident in Oregon in July, Mr. Brown has expressed his deep concern and would have liked to visit you personally, but, given Mr. Brown's recent busy schedule in Washington, D.C., is of course also about the Mansion.

He himself could not go there in person, so he asked me to write you a letter first. You know Mr. Brown doesn't like phone calls and faxes, he likes interviews and letters. So I would like to convey his thoughts on how you have behaved in recent times and on your work. It's just a text message, and we'll talk about it later when we have a chance.

I think it's important for me to remind you that Mr. Brown is your true employer and the owner of your payroll, both your supervisor Ambrera and your competitors. Your premise is infinite allegiance to it!

But as far as I can hear and get in the recent past, the two of you are actually competitors who have "acted" before. Become enemies who both want to destroy each other. In the end, the Raccoon Town Western-style Research Institute incident occurred! Haven't you learned your lesson after 78 years? It's a tragedy.

It's good to say that you're competing with each other just for a piece of the big pie of the free world economy. Congress is worrying about the tens of thousands of jobs, and those who have lost their jobs will be deeply grateful to you.

Please don't forget what your real job is, and what you produce is the product of this country in order to prepare for the "just in case" war that may break out in the future, and to be ahead of the world. You know what I mean by "just in case". Yes, including vaccine children's products shampoo and orange soda.

I must remind you of Mr. Oswell, Director William, the head of your Raccoon Town's Secret Development Department, and that dead Wesker! That is, the mastermind of this incident, they violated the operation plan! In particular, he dared to develop a new product without your permission and reporting, which is simply intolerable! You can imagine the consequences, although William only wants to give it as a welcome gift to your rivals, wants to take more shares of Ambrera, and only wants some money and status, he does not know our triangular relationship. However, for a disobedient employee like him, especially in such a dangerous working environment, it is better for you to introduce your own reward and punishment system for disobedient employees.

And William's products should be kept in our own safes. I hope this is just the last one, and both Ambrera and your opponents are brothers from the same family decades ago.

Willian was fouled, but we were still interested in the new products he developed. Don't leave him alone until he's done, I guess he'll probably finish it in early September. However, such people should not be retained.

Of course, I also know that recycling new products is not as simple as picking up old furniture on the street, so I give you time not to let us down. It's all over by the end of October!

Special reminder to you Oswell. Mr. Spencer, your friend was the famous architect of the West Coast of the United States in the 60s, George S. The disappearance of the Tvore family, and the disappearance of Marcus Research Director in '78, I think you'd love to know the answers. So do we.

Honestly, there are some things you did that we didn't expect, in other words, you're also a rule-breaker, Oswell. You know Mr. Brown's temper, he rarely tolerates the presumptuousness of others, so don't test him. This is a kind reminder from myself.

Yes! I think the view of "Chicago" from your window is so beautiful now! The blue sky and white clouds are like flying among the clouds. George. Tvore is a genius! His design was really ahead of its time. Isn't it? Mr. Oswell?? If he saw you sitting here and admiring the beautiful scenery of Chicago and Lake Michigan every day, he would be very relieved by this.

Finally, after October 98, all related equipment in Raccoon Town will be dismantled and relocated. All previous investments are voided. All the money lost this time is your Ambrella's responsibility.

To make up a point, your opponent also received such a letter. So don't think about it, you're fair.

Finally, I wish you a pleasant stay

3 August 1998

As Oswell silently read the letter in his hand, cold sweat seeped from his forehead! The Hitachi brand central air conditioner in this building from Japan has been working for many years. No matter how hot it was outside, the inside of the building was always 22 degrees indoors, and his hand holding the letter trembled, as if it were not two thin pages of letterhead, but two heavy lead plates! He put down the letter in his hand, slowly got up from his chair, and looked through the large glass window at the stunning scenery of Chicago by Lake Michigan under the blue sky and white clouds.

"Joe. George! Marcus! I was wrong! I'm sorry for you guys! George, it looks like I'm going to hell first, and I can't get out of his hands! I'm being watched and watched all the time! Brown! This devil! Not bad! Kill George! And Marcus! I don't regret it! Yes, Mother and Daughter Sally are the nightmare that I will never get away with in this life! I can sometimes see Sally walking towards me in my dreams with a horrible face, holding her mother's head in her hands! Follow me to her parents!! And you want to tear my face! Sky! Oh, God! What did I do! ”

Oswell. Spencer seemed to others to be babbling gibberish, and for a moment he was not the leader of a multinational corporation that usually gave wisdom and kindness, with a straight body and a childish face. It's not an eagle that stands out in public! Only he himself knows what a terrible man his employer is! And the Ray who wrote him this letter!

After a while, he returned to what he had just done, he picked up the phone and called a phone number, and said in a low, threatening voice:

"It's me! Spencer! Listen up! Hank's group should hurry up when they get back from Alfred's! Right! There is no room for delay! They can prepare first! But they have to enter Raccoon Town by August! Listen to my orders in the future! To finish what I said by the end of September, listen to ......"

As Oswell Spencer was giving almost commanding words on the phone, an Asian woman sat at a table of eight immortals made of peach wood in a teahouse that mimicked the Forbidden City in the "Chinatown" south of downtown Chicago, savoring the tea brewed from Chinese tea in her hand. She was tall, with short hair hanging down her eyebrows, a pair of pale red brown glasses on her face, and a cold expression on her face. She was wearing a light blue cheongsam, which gave people a refreshing and leisurely appearance among the few tea guests in the house.

With the sound of heavy footsteps, a well-built blonde man walked in, wearing a black suit and sunglasses on his face, giving him an eerie and powerful appearance. He glanced at the tea guest in the house at the door, and soon saw her! Immediately, he walked towards her with a step with the sound of the wind. Before the blond man could walk up to her, she spoke

"Hello Wesker, don't you want a cup of tea?"

"Ada, Ada. King! I didn't expect us to end up together, I would have killed you a few months ago! Wesker almost gritted his teeth and sat down.

"Isn't it too late, I heard that you have just been reborn from hell? Also gained superhuman powers? You can see that you are strong. ”

"Humph! Less in this set! This is what you want! Trying to find me to call inside. "Smack! Bang! Wesker tossed a document of more than 10 pages and two floppy disks on the tea table.

"Thanks, you could have brought more greetings to your new employer." Ada said in a somewhat mocking tone.

Wesker clenched his fists with a click! Apparently this Asian woman knows everything! She's insulting herself!

Ida put away the document and smiled at Wesker and said, "After the trip to hell, do you know that you are not the master in hell, because you don't have that strength yet." Not in reality. Because some people are born from hell. Right? ”

"What did you say?!" Wesker was surprised!

"Hah! Even though we may be partners in the future, I advise you to be more restrained. Don't want a cup of tea? The Chinese jujube paste stuffed small mooncakes here are very good. Ida said calmly.

"What do you want me to do? Tell you, I'm a newcomer, please take care of me more in the future? Don't you Chinese like to hear these words the most? ”

"Mr. Wesker, you're still in the internship stage. For the rest of the good, I've always been a helpful person. ”

"I'm leaving, we'll be working together soon. By the way, by the way, that big boy of yours, John, may not be here in the future. You should know what I'm saying, right? Wesker sneered as he picked up a teacup and looked at it carefully.

"Rest assured, he is not my first assignment. You're not the last, Mr. Wesker, either. ”

"Okay, goodbye. Miss Ada. I hope we can have a good time working together in the future, and if you go to Raccoon Town, I'd love to be a tour guide. Wesker put down his teacup and walked out of the teahouse. The moment he walked out the door! A crimson look flashed behind the sunglasses on his face!

Ida opened the file Wesker had brought and looked at the floppy disk. Then I flipped to the first page of the document, which read:

One of the Albert Wesker Ambrela reports.

It's been 20 years now, but I can still remember the smell of earth in the wind from the helicopter propellers that day......