November 1, 2001
Bucharest.
Noon.
As the capital of Romania's cultural and political center, Bucharest retains many classical buildings and also has extremely modern infrastructure.
With a population of about two million, it is the sixth largest city in Europe.
Traffic jams and hurried pedestrians are what a human city should look like. They had no idea that a fierce battle had occurred five days ago in an ancient castle 60 kilometers east of the city.
11:21.
at this time.
On Highway 503 in the outer ring of Bucharest, a black SUV was weaving through the traffic flow from west to east.
inside the car.
Sitting in the driver's seat was Brea, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.
She controlled the steering wheel with both hands, followed the guidance of the holographic map under the windshield, turned on the right turn signal, passed the right exit, and drove off the outer ring road to a suburban community.
"Brea." The man sitting in the passenger seat reminded: "Don't forget the identities that Queen Bai assigned to those victims later."
"I know, and I have been a qualified agent for a long time, Kennedy." Brea glanced at the other party with a cold tone.
However, at this moment, a female fallow deer with white spots rushed into the middle of the road.
"Look ahead!" Agent Kennedy yelled.
"Chi!" The sound of four-wheel braking reverberated throughout the community.
Brea reacted and slammed on the brakes, but the four-wheel-braked SUV still slid forward, leaving two black tire marks on the road.
Finally, the SUV stopped when it was only three meters away from the dumbfounded female deer.
The doe's dull eyes were full of horror, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in her life.
"..." Brea, who was sitting in the car, looked around, and finally looked at the deer with a speechless expression.
There were obviously no cars on the roads in this community, but she really couldn't understand why the doe in front of her jumped out in front of their car.
"Beep——!" So she kept honking the horn to drive them away.
"Hey!" The female deer came back to her senses and ran quickly, disappearing from sight.
"Qualified agent?" Seeing that the crisis was over, the man sitting in the passenger seat teased her.
"Shut up, Leon." Brea replied angrily.
Immediately afterwards, she drove the SUV again and drove towards the destination according to the holographic navigation.
Sitting in the passenger seat was Leon, wearing a brown jacket and black overalls.
Seeing Brea's sullen face, Leon lost his sense and stopped saying anything. He turned to look at the peaceful community scenery outside the car.
Leon still wears blond hair with his hair parted, but the stubble on his cheeks and chin is unshaven, and there are obvious dark circles under his eyes, which means he has been working hard these days.
From October 25th to 28th, Lyon led a team composed of Brea and other intelligence agents to conduct non-stop arrest operations with Task Force 141 and elite security.
Werewolves and vampires in Europe are controlled by the company.
After that, it is not within the scope of their group of intelligence agents to screen out which of them have harmed humans, and which ones have a bottom line and are in harmony with humans.
However, with Leon's authority, he knew that more than 80% of them would be completely eliminated.
Half of the remaining 20% will be sent to the Brood to serve as experimental subjects, and the other half will undergo chip implantation surgery and be sent to Rockford Island to live a life of imprisonment.
Leon deduced from this that only a very small number of werewolves or vampires retain their humanity, while the vast majority have abandoned their human identity.
After the arrest operation ended, Lyon, Brea and other intelligence agents began to assist the European side in good defense matters.
After all, Victor Vincent killed 1,200 innocent humans in order to summon the Blood Demon.
soon.
The SUV came to park in front of an old house.
Brea turned off the engine, put on the handbrake and got out of the car.
Leon, who also got out of the car, came to the back of the car, opened the trunk and picked up a black can.
Immediately afterwards, the two of them walked towards the house together.
"Ding dong~!" Brea rang the doorbell.
Within a moment, the two heard rapid footsteps coming from inside the house until the door opened.
The homeowner is a woman about fifty years old wearing a green sweater.
"Hello, is this Mrs. Ella Phillip?" Brea said, taking out the police ID with her left hand.
"yes."
The woman glanced at the ID and replied. She was not curious about why the "police" came to her door. She seemed to be used to it.
"Can you invite us in for a chat?" Leon asked.
Hearing this, the woman noticed Leon holding a black jar in his hand, but without thinking too much, she walked towards the house and said:
"Please come in."
With the permission of the homeowner, Leon and Brea walked into the house, and Brea, who was the last to walk in, closed the door.
Shortly after.
In the living room.
Leon and Brea were sitting on the sofa, and the woman took a stool from the dining table and sat across from them.
As for the black can, it was placed on the coffee table in the middle of the crowd by Leon.
"Both..."
The woman looked at the black jar with her hands clasped, as if she had guessed something but did not dare to admit it, and said in a trembling tone:
"Did that bastard son of mine steal something again? Or did he fight with someone else again? Where is he?"
"Mrs. Philip, your son...is dead." Brea replied with a gloomy expression.
"Dead? He is actually dead? Haha... Even if he is dead, he is still harming society...wasting food..."
The woman stared at the black jar and cursed, but she couldn't help but shed tears.
Seeing this, Brea's mood became even lower.
She had seen the file of Jacob Philip, the woman's son, compiled by Queen Bai.
He was a frequent visitor to the detention center before his death. He disappeared late at night on October 24 on his way home after drinking.
He eventually died in a sacrificial ceremony to summon the Blood Demon, and his ashes were contained in the black jar.
There was no news for five consecutive days, and finally she got the result that her son had passed away. This made the woman break down and burst into tears.
No matter how disappointed a mother is with her son, no mother wants her son to die unexpectedly, but wants to live a healthy life.
"Mrs. Philip." Leon, who was in a stable mood, took out a check and a delicate blue suede box, placed them on the coffee table not far from him and said:
"Your son Jacob is actually an undercover agent secretly trained by our police. His identity is special and he needs to be kept secret from those closest to him."
With that said, Leon opened the small box.
A well-made medal appeared in front of the woman.
Lyon continued: "Jacob has assisted the police in cracking down on many major cases, but in the human smuggling case five days ago, he died in order to cover his colleague's serious injury, but the rescue was ineffective... and he died.
The check is Jacob's salary over the years, as well as the subsidies given by our police, and this medal is the highest honor our police can bestow on Jacob. "
"Jacob...is actually an undercover agent?" the lady asked in surprise.
"Yes, madam, if you don't want to be in trouble, it's best not to announce it to the outside world. Finally...please express your condolences."
After saying that, Leon got up and left the living room, opened the door and walked outside.
"Please have my condolences." Breya also stood up and left.
After the two left, the woman was the only one left in the living room.
The woman staggered and slumped down beside the coffee table. She first put her right hand around the urn, then stretched out her left hand to touch the medal as if caressing her son's cheek and murmured:
"Jacob...Mom made the mistake of blaming you."
Actually.
The money Leon gave the woman was to use Umbrella to take over all the vampire assets and use a certain amount to compensate the families of the 1,200 victims.
As for the medal given to Mrs. Philip, Umbrella also made it by re-smelting and casting the captured gold.
Inside the SUV.
Brea and Leon sat in the front and passenger seats again.
"Hey." After starting the engine and driving the SUV off the roadside, Brea sighed to Leon next to her:
"I originally didn't understand why the company spent so much money and why it didn't just give the money, but now I understand. Mrs. Philip can at least leave a good thought."
"Ah, this is a different kind of gentleness from the company," Leon replied.
Then he said: "Okay, just concentrate on driving. There are seven families of victims waiting for us to visit."
"Um."
