In his spare time, Asa checked the loot he had pilfered from Jill Valentine.
A single item.
"Hypnosis Card: Upon use, designate a character whose strength does not exceed the host's. Forcefully distort their thoughts and beliefs. Once distorted, it cannot be reversed. The specific thoughts are set by the host."
Hypnosis and Jill Valentine seem to have a strange bond.
He really wanted to try hypnotizing Wesker to see if he could make him fall in love with his good buddy, William.
It seems unnecessary; the two blond men are already good buddies, so it would be redundant.
Back to the point, as a single woman who has been rooted in Raccoon City for a long time, it truly surprised Asa that Jill Valentine didn't have her own small circle of female friends.
The officer had truly poured all her energy into her career; her heart full of justice and enthusiasm was admirable.
He would leave the exposure of Umbrella Corporation's operations in Raccoon City to Jill Valentine, and then have it published by her journalist friend, Alyssa.
Before that, Asa needed to handle his arrangements for establishing his own company.
"T-Hope Reagent, inject after infection, effective only against the T-Virus."
"Only the T-Virus? Are there other types of viruses?"
Of course, the Progenitor Virus and G-Virus also exist, but they don't possess the high infectivity of the T-Virus.
"Is the raw material for making the vaccine also your blood? Can you handle it?"
Jill Valentine accepted the reagent; she was more worried about Asa physical condition than the vaccine itself.
"Yes, but it lacks the ability to make people perfectly compatible."
Asa added.
"You really are a genius."
Jill Valentine exclaimed.
Of course, he was just standing on the shoulders of the System.
Gamified skills allowed Asa to quickly master an ability; he just thought it would work, and so it naturally succeeded.
Besides, Umbrella Corporation could produce T-Virus vaccines themselves, so why did Asa want to create a new vaccine using his own blood?
For one, the cost of the T-Virus vaccine was exorbitant, something Asa had looked into:
The development of the T-Virus vaccine was entirely dependent on Umbrella Corporation's virus system project, which had lasted nearly 40 years, covering top-secret laboratories worldwide, thousands of top geneticists, and massive amounts of non-human primate and illegal human live experiments. Furthermore, production yields were low, with the cost per unit exceeding 3 million USD.
That wasn't a vaccine injection; that was an injection of pure dollars.
And Asa and his company needed to rise by stepping over the corpse of Umbrella Corporation, so naturally, they needed to lower the cost of the vaccine to gain public support and goodwill.
The raw material for T-Hope Reagent was his blood; after merging with the T-Virus and G-Virus, that was the one thing he didn't lack!
The cost was nearly zero.
T-Hope Reagent was fast-acting, and a single treatment could remain effective for a long time. Would pricing such a vaccine at 500,000 USD per unit be excessive?
It was practically a giveaway.
But Asa had a better idea on his way back from the Arklay Laboratory.
Dilute the T-Hope Reagent, extract the effective substances from the antibodies, and make them into capsules to slow down the mutation rate in infected populations, requiring multiple courses of treatment for a complete cure.
Asa had even thought of a name: Zombrex.
He handed two reagents to Jill Valentine, both for emergencies and to increase her favorability.
Grinding favorability points could never stop; Asa was always in a state of readiness.
Lisa was also eating with relish nearby. Ever since Asa brought the young girl to Jill Valentine, she had seemed quite shy, and her cold demeanor had actually faded a bit.
Sunlight streamed through the window onto the three people dining; the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious, and their striking appearances caught the eyes of passersby.
Unknowingly, the restaurant's business improved quite a bit.
After lunch, Jill Valentine took the initiative to say goodbye.
The downtown area was not as harmonious as it had been during lunch; after all, this was the source of the disaster in the resident evil world.
"I'm going to find Alyssa. Lang, I'll introduce you to my teammates next time we meet."
Jill Valentine waved goodbye to Asa, and Asa returned the smile.
Chris? Honestly, he didn't really want to meet him.
He would rather meet Bristleback than choose Chris, the ultimate weapon against teammates.
By the way, with the plot changed like this, would Leon still transfer to the Raccoon City Police Department?
As for the protagonist of the resident evil world, Asa had admired him for a long time.
If possible, he wanted to learn some of Leon's smooth-talking skills.
...
The night after the date with Jill Valentine ended.
Ever since the frequent murders in the Flower Street residential area, the security situation in Raccoon City had deteriorated rapidly, leaving the residents in a state of panic. However, due to the filter of it being a local leading enterprise that had taken root there—and on which 90% of Raccoon City residents depended for work and life—there was still some bias in its favor.
Therefore, it soon spread into an outrageous story about a genetic defect caused by inbreeding, where upon seeing blood, one could not suppress their genetic impulses and would instantly turn into a maniacal killer.
However, as the head of the Raccoon City Health Department, Henry Barnes knew the truth about this matter.
It was a monster cultivated by Umbrella Corporation that had gone out of control!
Ever since he took office as the head of the Health Department, Henry Barnes had become an accomplice to the human experiments in Raccoon City.
In the northern district, the Arklay Private Hospital, built against the mountain, had been the town's only hospital decades ago. After Raccoon City was built, this hospital gradually became a nursing home for terminally ill patients.
After Umbrella Corporation was established, to study the effects of the T-Virus on terminally ill patients, Umbrella Corporation bribed the director of the nursing home, and the private hospital became a source of experimental subjects for Umbrella Corporation.
And Henry Barnes was the superior of the private hospital's director; he would take 70% of Umbrella Corporation's bribes first, leaving the rest for the director and his accomplices.
Jill Valentine's report had caught Umbrella Corporation off guard, and this storm would not be easily quelled; the health director, who had long been bought off by Umbrella Corporation, also felt a bit uneasy.
When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; but if Umbrella Corporation fell, they, as local officials, would likely become the targets of the public's venting rage.
These days, having tried his best to cover up evidence for Umbrella Corporation while also facing questioning from investigators, Henry was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Returning home, the living room was pitch black, but his exhausted mind didn't sense anything amiss.
"Mary, have you already gone to sleep?"
It was only nine o'clock in the evening; his wife wouldn't have turned off the lights.
As he spoke, Henry raised his hand to flip the light switch in the living room.
Usually, his wife would have come out to greet him by now; why was it different today?
A flash of doubt crossed his mind, and the lights came on.
The moment the lights turned on, Henry almost screamed.
For standing before him, he knew not when, was a tall humanoid figure. Its limbs, torso, and head were all encased in a layer of grayish-white bone armor, with bone spurs like sharp knives protruding high at the joints. On its head, apart from a ferocious-looking face mask, it also sported two white bones resembling demonic horns.
"You..."
Just as he uttered a single word, the bone-armored monster in front of him suddenly reached out, grabbed Henry by the neck, and slowly lifted him off the ground.
Poor fifty-year-old Henry was held high by his neck like a helpless child.
No matter how Henry clawed at the bone-armored monster's right hand with both of his own, he couldn't break free.
Soon, Henry's face turned red, and the intense sensation of suffocation caused him agonizing pain.
The bone-armored figure was, of course, Asa.
He had come to the Health Department head's home simply because he wanted to be direct.
Establish a company, attract covetous eyes, power struggles, getting his fruits plucked, and then retaliating in anger.
Asa could imagine how much curiosity and greed he would attract as an Asian with no powerful backing, establishing a pharmaceutical company in Raccoon City—Umbrella Corporation's home base—specifically targeting the T-Virus they had developed.
Families, alliances, HCF, Tricell—coming at him one after another, Asa would definitely be unable to handle it.
Therefore, he had come on this trip to find himself a backer.
Regardless of whether this backer was willing or not.
He loosened his grip, letting Henry fall to the floor, gasping for air and coughing.
"Cough, cough, you, sir, can't we just talk things over properly?"
The health director was quite pragmatic; the other party's bone armor, the strength to lift him with one hand, and the initial show of force clearly indicated they had business with him, and it was likely something difficult for him to accomplish.
Talk, everything was up for discussion.
Asa said nothing and kicked Henry onto the floor again.
Asa had reined in most of his strength, so Henry was merely kicked onto his stomach, seeing stars and unable to recover for a long while.
"SIR, I am, so sorry..."
Even so, Henry still begged for mercy.
He didn't want to die; he hadn't spent all his money, hadn't slept with enough office girls, he couldn't die just like that.
Live, he had to live.
At this moment, a strong desire to survive gave Henry strength, and he decisively kowtowed to the person in front of him.
Asa response was another kick, and then he pulled up Henry's clothes from behind.
"What!"
Henry was greatly alarmed; suddenly, his desire to survive wasn't quite as strong.
"You can't do this, you motherfucker!"
"Too noisy."
Asa simply knocked the health director unconscious, and the world was finally quiet.
Inspired by the NE-alpha Parasite, Asa used equipment from the 2077 World to successfully configure a lethal device.
A chip with a battery that could transmit and receive signals, record human physiological data, and overload and explode the instant it received a signal.
Its power was enough to steam a bowl of pig brain.
Asa plan was to implant it into the back of the neck of the person he wanted to control via a minimally invasive procedure. The chip's sensors would automatically start working, and the moment it received Asa signal, detected exposure to air, or suffered a signal disconnection, it would directly overload and explode.
Asa couldn't bear to use a Hypnosis Card; the NE-alpha Parasite required the T-Virus to survive, and T-Evolution was a waste to use for strengthening these people.
For disposable tools like the health director, a low-cost, easy-to-operate method like a remote chip was very suitable.
For example, this health director before him—if Asa didn't kill him now, he would end up committing suicide with eight shots to the back after the ironclad evidence of the report surfaced.
It was making use of waste.
And the method to get rid of the control was very simple: just don't die after the explosion.
Very simple, right?
Or, let its battery run out, and it would automatically shut down.
If it weren't for the fact that Umbrella Corporation's board of directors were not in Raccoon City, Asa would have been prepared to use this method to control all of Umbrella Corporation's top management.
Time was tight and the task was heavy; Asa crouched down and began the assembly-line work for the night.
The requirements weren't high: replace the top-level bribed individuals in Raccoon City with "his own people," and leave the rest of the small fry alone; today's task would then be considered complete.
"Ahhhhh!"
The excruciating pain woke Henry up, and he screamed.
Without anesthesia, only disinfection, after a simple and rough "minimally invasive" surgery, Asa finished suturing Henry's neck.
"Sir, what do you need me to do? Please, just tell me!"
Henry was on the verge of a breakdown. This person had choked him until he suffocated, knocked him out, woke him up, cut a deep wound in the back of his neck, and then sutured it, all without saying a word, as if it were purely for fun.
Money, people, his life—just say what you want! Was cold violence now a trend for home invasions?
"Cough, cough."
"Henry Barnes, do you want to die or live?"
Asa tactically cleared his throat.
"Live!"
"Very good."
Asa stepped in front of Henry, and the ferocious face mask automatically peeled back.
Henry was greatly alarmed; he quickly covered his eyes with both hands and begged for mercy:
"Sir, I know the rules of your trade. If I see your face, I won't survive. Please, let me go, I beg you!"
"If you don't look, you die right now."
"Okay, I'll look."
When Henry opened his eyes, there was no bone-armored monster in front of him, only a black-haired young man standing before him with a smile.
"Hello, Mr. Barnes, I'd like to ask you for a favor."
A moment later, Asa walked out of the villa.
Health Director Henry Barnes was, at best, a small fry; the next target, Mayor Michael Warren, was the main event.
To silently implant the chip into the back of the mayor's neck, he needed an opportunity.
Skillfully switching to his 2077 World equipment, Asa looked at the skills in his equipment bar.
"Optical Camo."