[Golden Rule: Possesses the fortune to never worry about wealth for a lifetime. This refers not only to currency but also lowers the difficulty of acquiring resources.]
This ability?
Asa held the slumbering Ada Wong in his arms. Upon seeing this ability, he couldn't help but kiss her.
If this were a "Godly Tycoon" system novel, Asa could declare right now that the game is over!
Even in the resident evil world, after establishing two companies and purchasing property, Asa didn't have much spare cash left. This ability could solve his urgent needs.
Furthermore, innate abilities do not change with the transition between worlds.
In other words, no matter which world he arrives in, Asa will always possess the talent to gather wealth. As long as he doesn't actively refuse it, resources and wealth will automatically converge around him.
Take the 2077 World, for example; as long as he has money, he could buy the entire Night City!
Is this the reward for the Unwavering rank?
The former gave Lisa's inhuman charm, while the latter provided Ada Wong's Golden Rule. Both are skills capable of changing one's life. However, he wondered if every major plot character would provide an innate ability upon reaching the maximum affection level?
There seemed to be a correlation between the innate ability and the female character who provided it. Lisa was an experimental subject created from the aggregation of various viruses, so the innate ability she provided was specialized against non-human entities.
Ada Wong, on the other hand, was a freelance mercenary; put simply, she hustled for money, hence the Golden Rule.
What about other characters?
Asa was very much looking forward to it.
Additionally, he had proven one thing: verbal declarations alone were insufficient to establish a bond.
Just moments ago, Asa had tried to get Ada Wong to call him "Daddy" and "Good Son," but the bond relationship remained unchanged. His attempt to exploit the system had failed.
It was saddening.
But there was plenty of time; if one path didn't work, he would just take another.
Now, the most important thing was to sleep!
"Mmm, ah."
Feeling the movement behind her, the sleeping Ada Wong furrowed her brows.
The bubbles under the light were colorful.
...
"Jill, latest news."
Just as Jill was contemplating her choices, Raymond pulled Jill Valentine aside.
Seeing Raymond's relieved expression, Jill seemed to sense something.
"Jill, you don't need to worry about this anymore. Just a moment ago, it was confirmed that the state assemblyman is dead, including his wife and children. Their hiding place was suddenly discovered. They died, uh, very peacefully."
This was a lie.
In reality, they had been surrounded in a room by a group of infected. The assemblyman's family had been picked apart and consumed, ending up in the stomachs of dozens of infected.
"Should I be happy or sad?"
Jill found it hard to be happy. With the assemblyman dead, what if the damn city government refused to treat the patients using the medicine provided by Asa?
If one were to calculate the blame, it would be easy to pin the death of the assemblyman on the team for being too slow to act.
"Rest assured, Jill. Mayor Warren just called. They will urgently purchase this batch of medicine at the market price, according to the listed price."
"At the same time, the health department is organizing quarantine zones and defensive lines. Our task is to guard the gates and not let any more infected break through the perimeter."
"Infected? Chief, with all due respect, they are already dead."
Jill frowned. The effects of Zombrex were only useful for people during the infection window.
Once completely turned, the brain is dead, with only the brainstem remaining active, so the drug's effectiveness is effectively zero.
Even if they were miraculously revived, they would only drool, and that was assuming it was even possible.
"I understand what you mean."
Raymond sighed.
"But will the citizens think that way? They will only think that our officers are firing on innocent people. Besides, the city government is dragging its feet on passing the resolution for open fire."
Jill remained silent.
"Chief, the front and back gates of the stadium have been completely blocked by the infected. We need to open a new supply route for the survivors to escape."
"Do you have any ideas?"
Raymond was more than happy to listen to the opinion of someone who had personally experienced the viral outbreak at the Training Facility.
"Bait and the sewers."
Jill held up her index and ring fingers:
"The infected rely on sound and sight to locate prey. We can create a loud noise and set up bait in the plaza to lure them to one location."
"Within the entire stadium, only the area under the stands offers a place to hide. Most survivors are hiding in rooms beneath the stands, and the sewers connect to the backstage area, so we can enter from there."
"This is the only way to avoid actively eliminating the infected."
The police were currently only authorized to use limited fire, meaning officers would only retaliate when the infected attacked them first.
Not every officer had the courage to fire indiscriminately at the infected, and it didn't align with procedural justice.
Procedural justice was paramount; who knew what they were doing gathered together—maybe they were celebrating a lavish dinner party?
"Not a bad plan."
"Jill, I will have the S.T.A.R.S. Team support your operation. If you feel the headcount isn't enough, you can draft more officers."
"Good luck, ma'am."
Raymond issued the order to Jill, announcing that the entire S.T.A.R.S. Team would be deployed, with Enrico as team leader and Jill as deputy leader, to organize this rescue operation together.
The accompanying members included Jill, Chris, Barry, and sniper Joseph from S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, as well as Enrico, Rebecca, Richard, Kenneth, Edward, and Kevin from Bravo Team—truly the most luxurious lineup in resident evil history.
The many police elites quickly packed their gear and determined the route of action.
Before departing, Jill handed the blue and white medicine to Rebecca: "Take this; you'll need it."
Rebecca's eyes lit up:
"Is this the Zombrex you mentioned?"
Just moments ago, Rebecca had noticed that there was such a drug, one capable of effectively slowing the process of survivors infected with the virus turning into infected.
Its effects didn't stop there; after continuous use, the virus within the infected would be completely eliminated—at least, that was what the instructions on the medical packaging claimed.
Saving lives and healing the sick was Rebecca's dream.
In the original game, after realizing that the T-Virus outbreak was unavoidable, Rebecca chose a completely different path from Chris and Jill.
At this moment, out of respect for the drug's creator, she solemnly placed several boxes of Zombrex into her backpack:
"Everyone takes one pill, and we shouldn't have any problem holding out until we get back to camp."
Just before they were about to depart, the team's path was blocked.
"You're going to the stadium?"
A young man with blonde parted hair blocked their path and asked,
"Hello, I am Leon Scott Kennedy. I would like to join this operation, may I?"