This was an opportunity.
The warehouse was filled with the finished product, Zombrex, but over the past few days, it could only be taken out piece by piece for clinical trials.
The infection crisis that had broken out this time, combined with the seeds of resentment previously planted among the citizens of Raccoon City, would become the nutrients for the growth of Umbrella Technology.
Asa knew well that personal strength was currently insufficient to shake an entire nation. Even if he had absorbed and fused various viruses like the T-Virus, facing the nuclear explosion in the original timeline would be nothing more than a matter of surviving for an extra second or two.
This was also why the protagonists of the resident evil series throughout the generations had limited guns and ammunition. Starting with a full collection of guns and infinite ammo wouldn't be called resident evil; it would be called Doom.
Of course, if Asa were truly to go to the Blacklight World and absorb the Blacklight Virus, that would be a different story.
Stepping over the corpse of the Umbrella Corporation to become the world's 'new Kami'—right now, Asa had only taken a tiny step.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Warren Stadium, the situation was inevitably spiraling into a heated state.
The R.P.D. had deployed all its police force, including graduates who had just been urgently transferred from other cities. They blocked off the main exits and back doors of Warren Stadium, put up police tape, and established a cordon. The flashing sirens almost suppressed the mountain-shaking shouts from inside the stadium.
The stadium gates had been locked by unknown persons long before the police blockade. Otherwise, the police would not be facing a handful of escapees, but a crowded flow of people—or rather, a flow of corpses would be more appropriate.
R.P.D. helicopters hovered over the stadium. The crowd below was in chaos, and it was hard to distinguish who was infected and who was a survivor.
"It's all over."
The S.T.A.R.S. Team helicopter pilot shouted from above. Just now, a group of survivors standing on high ground had called for help, but their shouts quickly attracted a pack of zombies.
Even more infuriating was that even though Brad hadn't had time to lower the helicopter's ladder yet, the survivors just stood there in a daze. They were bitten to death and dismembered alive, without even a chance to turn into zombies.
"Dammit."
Brad banked the helicopter and reported the situation to the ground command center via radio.
Behind the R.P.D. cordon, Raymond Douglas asked the dispatcher once again: "When can the National Guard move in?"
The dispatcher replied stutteringly, "I'm afraid they can't, sir."
"The Mayor agreed to apply to the Governor, but the Governor rejected it outright. He believes this is just a common flu and that Raccoon City can handle it on its own."
"What!"
Raymond Douglas felt his head spin. The United States is a country that emphasizes procedural justice; if the Governor doesn't agree, any deployment of the National Guard would be considered illegal.
"Hasn't the video footage been uploaded already?"
With these vermin, how on earth can America be governed properly?
The former deputy chief, who had just taken over as Police Chief, felt utterly powerless.
"Chief."
A voice full of vigor sounded from outside the window—it was the star officer of the Raccoon City Police Department, Jill Valentine.
Jill was in her blue S.T.A.R.S. uniform, walking in with a slightly relaxed expression.
"I have a friend whose medicine can temporarily suppress the patients' infection."
Yes, 'patients.' Until now, the officers of the Raccoon City Police Department still couldn't admit that those infected by the virus were already dead. They were just sick and needed treatment.
Otherwise, once they admitted it, the number would be despairingly high—even the future collapse of the Twin Towers would only rank second.
"Qualifications recognized by the health department."
Jill took out a box of medicine and a clinical reaction test report from the Raccoon City Health Department and handed them to Raymond.
Just moments ago, a truckload of Zombrex had been sent directly from Asa warehouse, escorted by the former UBCS squad, now Watchdog Security.
Jill was very grateful for Asa support at this critical moment, so she needed to fulfill her promise to him.
"We need the assistance of the city government, the finance department, and the health department, Chief!"
Raymond felt Jill was right. They couldn't let the police department procure this batch of drugs; how much would that even cost?
...
"Are we just going to stand here and watch? As if our uniforms don't exist?"
Outside the cordon, a young police officer with a center-parted hairstyle and a square, firm jaw asked unwillingly.
Beside him, Sergeant Marvin Branagh's face was also dark with anger at the situation. Forty thousand people were locked in a small stadium, the virus was spreading rampantly, and the city government was doing nothing. They were only told to blockade and isolate, and further commands were nowhere to be seen.
"Leon, our mission right now is to hold the line."
Though he completely agreed with Leon's thoughts, Sergeant Marvin rebuked him verbally.
That's right, this officer in the patrol uniform was the undisputed protagonist of the resident evil world, Leon S. Kennedy.
At this time, 'Leon of the Parted Hair' was far from reaching his peak; the 'older man' vibe wasn't yet apparent.
After graduating from the police academy, hearing that Raccoon City's public security was deteriorating and the police department was short-handed, he resolutely chose to join the R.P.D.
Since the former Chief Brian had committed suicide via heavy metal poisoning, Leon's transfer wasn't blocked. He joined the Raccoon City Police Department almost on the same day as Rebecca.
However, Leon was just an ordinary patrolman in the 1F West Office, while Rebecca had directly entered the elite S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team.
Leon had only just started his job; his skill at making quips was still at the beginner stage, and having not yet experienced the 'gas station spicy stick' baptism, he appeared exceptionally green.
But the sense of justice he inherited from his parents still made him stand out. The current agonizing situation made him want to do something, even if it was just saving one or two people.
"Then what about them?"
Leon's gaze turned to the other side, to a group of officers in blue uniforms with'STARS' printed on their backs. There were men and women among them. Compared to the patrolmen's small pistols, they were well-equipped with body armor, helmets, long guns, and even an energetic and cute combat medic.
Among them, a rugged man with short brown hair seemed to lock eyes with Leon, whether intentionally or not.
Sergeant Marvin shrugged and said helplessly, "Even if they are elite members of the S.T.A.R.S. Team, they can't get in right now. There are forty thousand people inside, do you understand? Brave Justice Boy."
"Oh."
Leon turned his head and suddenly asked blankly:
"Marvin, where are you?"
"I'm right next to you."
A row of white teeth suddenly lit up in the night air.
Long before the patrolmen arrived, the members of Alpha and Bravo teams had all rushed to the scene.
It must be said that Wesker's death had cleared the air within the S.T.A.R.S. Team.
For example, in the group photo of Alpha and Bravo teams, only one mysterious blonde man with slicked-back hair had been cropped out and replaced by a brown-haired sweetheart. What was originally a death portrait was now just a normal group photo.
"What? You want us to break into a stadium full of psychotic patients to save a state councilor? Are you kidding me?"
However, at this moment, the S.T.A.R.S. Team members were forced to face a problem.
Jill stared wide-eyed at the newly appointed Chief Raymond, feeling a sense of betrayal once again.
Raymond gave a bitter smile and replied, "This is a joint request from the city and state governments. If you don't accept, the city government probably won't be able to proceed with the procurement process for Zombrex."
"So, for the sake of one state councilor whose life or death is uncertain?"
"Sorry, Jill." Raymond lowered his head powerlessly.
Even at a time like this, the powerful still refuse to save innocent civilians?
Is the gap between social classes really greater than the difference between races?
Jill couldn't help but rub her forehead, finally asking: "What about the National Guard? Are they just hiding on the side and collecting their paychecks?"
"No, the National Guard won't be deployed this time. The Governor believes this is our county's own problem." Raymond stated the cruel reality once again.
Thinking it over, there was only one path:
The S.T.A.R.S. Team would go deep into the stadium to rescue the spectating state councilor, then the city government would open a special channel to purchase Zombrex samples, set up a protection mechanism, and let the civilians who hadn't turned yet take the medicine and be quarantined.
As for those patients who were more deeply infected, there would likely be only one outcome.
Jill nodded to Raymond, knowing that this Police Chief was also powerless.
Then, Jill turned to find her teammates.
Asa had already been a huge help today; she couldn't rely on him for everything. Otherwise, Jill felt she would find it hard to maintain her dignity in front of him.
Asa: You should just beg me; the progress bar isn't full yet.
Ever since Jill and Barry had broken into the Training Facility alone, this 'tough woman's' prestige among the members had grown immensely. All the officers admired her courage and kindness, and she was subtly becoming the team leader.
At this moment, Jill returned to her loyal teammates to ask for their opinions.
Unsurprisingly, the vast majority of the members were against it and felt suffocated by the shameless actions of the city and state governments.
Doesn't this country see the people here?
Or should they compromise and risk their teammates' lives to exchange for the civilians' survival?
Why did she have to be the one to make this choice?
Jill fell into a deep state of inner conflict.
...
Meanwhile, things were going quite well on Asa end.
After watching the convoy carrying Zombrex depart and being the only one left in the factory, Asa turned around coolly and yawned.
Forty thousand zombies in the stadium sounded too terrifying; a young man like him didn't want to get stuck in there, especially when the outside was crawling with police, reporters, and agents.
However, just as he was about to turn, a charming voice suddenly came from behind: "Long time no see, little boy."
This voice startled Asa.
"So familiar... who are you?"
"Oh?"
The person speaking from behind suddenly sounded annoyed.
"If you were a bit more bashful, a bit more lingering, and let out some moans, I'd definitely remember. Want to try?"
"You should just go die."
The voice behind him immediately turned cold.
"Ah, it's you, Auntie Wa—Sister Wong."
Asa immediately raised his hands in surrender.
"Cunning brat, you actually guessed it."
The person behind him smiled helplessly; it was indeed Ada Wong, who had been out of contact for a long time.
Ada Wong's originally expectant gaze suddenly changed: "You were going to say 'Auntie Wong' again, weren't you? Although there is indeed an age gap between us, you don't need to constantly remind me that I'm robbing the cradle, do you?"
With that, her slender hand gently rested on Asa waist and gave it a sharp twist.
"So good—wait, no, it hurts!"
Could he tell Ada he didn't feel pain? He absolutely could not.
"Take it easy, Ada," Asa said, gasping. "You still need to use it tonight."
He was out of tricks.
Ada Wong rolled her eyes.
After finishing the HCF order, Ada Wong had temporarily fallen into a state of confusion.
During this time, two people had sent her employment invitations. One was a high-ranking official named Simmons, whose identity was National Security Advisor.
The other was more mysterious, only showing a back view with slicked-back blonde hair.
Ada Wong didn't know him, and since the employer was being too secretive, it wasn't a good sign, so she refused again.
Furthermore, she had already agreed with Asa earlier to seek him out for cooperation after this was over.
Even though that kid said he was already eighteen—was it just about being eighteen? It was that she didn't want to break a promise made to a child.
In the end, Ada Wong chose to follow her heart.
However, the meeting was not quite as Ada Wong had expected. Shouldn't the script be her teasing this little brat Asa?
"It turns out that in this relationship, I'm the one in the subordinate position."
Ada Wong suddenly had an epiphany.
Just as Ada Wong was thinking about how to take the dominant position in the future, she suddenly felt her body leaning against a broad shoulder.
"Sister Wong, I missed you so much."
The tall Asa lowered his head and buried it in Ada Wong's embrace. The scene looked quite comical, yet Ada Wong enjoyed it.
This was more like it.
Ada Wong gently patted Asa back. Asa breathing hitched, and he nuzzled even more vigorously.
After enjoying the same 'facial' as a certain uncrowned king, Asa finally raised his head.
"Ada, why are you here this time?"
Still holding Ada Wong tightly, as they whispered closely, both of their breathing gradually became heavy.
"Little rascal, did you forget your promise from last time?"
Holding Ada Wong tightly and feeling the taut curves of her body, Asa eyes narrowed as he made a bold decision.
It had already come to this; what else was there to say?
The true Goddess Link, begin.
"What are you going to do?" Ada Wong's voice wasn't bashful, but held a hint of anticipation.
Once the decision was made, all that remained was expectation.
Besides, her theoretical experience was at max level, but she had never practiced it.
"If I don't take care of you now, the readers of this book will all run away."
Asa said fiercely.
He was definitely going to 'drive this big truck'.
"Can you handle it?" Ada Wong looked at him contemptuously, her words unyielding.
"Are you even fully grown yet?"
Wow, she's even challenging me.
...The boundary line for things that cannot be shown below the neck...
"The mountain roads here have eighteen bends, the water paths here have nine interlocking loops."
Humming the only two lines of the song he remembered, Asa triumphantly opened the system interface.
This night, he taught Ada the 'Way of the Sweet Combat,' and both parties benefited greatly.
And the system even gave out a 'full' reward.
Innate Ability: [Golden Rule]!