In reality, however, Asa company still had many hidden dangers.
First of all, its identity was not clean; nominally, the developer of Zombrex was Annette Birkin, whose other identity was a researcher for Umbrella Corporation.
If one were to really calculate it, cooperating with the federal investigation was inevitable.
Perhaps, she might even face life imprisonment.
As for the backers Asa had found, Mayor Warren and Minister Henry had been taken away by the FBI after being reported, and their current status was unknown.
What a pity; it was time to find a new backer.
Asa had already confirmed his target candidate:
"Yes, it is you, Simmons, National Security Advisor of the United States."
Simmons' full name was Derek Clifford Simmons, 33 years old, the National Security Advisor of the United States, and also the current leader of the Simmons family.
The reason he wasn't called Derek was that the name Derek was occupied by another man.
The Family, a mysterious organization from the United States, was a political organization established by the Simmons family.
Since the War of Independence, the Simmons family had begun to meddle in United States politics; in the Civil War, World War I, World War II, and the Cold War, the family had played an indispensable and important role in the United States political arena.
Because the family was highly bound to the United States government, for the sake of the family's growth and prosperity, they spared no cost to maintain the hegemony of the United States.
Now, the current leader of the family was none other than Simmons.
In the original timeline, one of the main instigators behind the bombing of Raccoon City was Simmons; he persuaded the incumbent president to sign the document to launch the missiles, and that president was soon ousted from office in the next election.
And what about Simmons?
He remained the National Security Advisor of the United States.
The emperors change, but the world always belongs to the families.
But the problem was, the Hypnosis Card required close contact, and right now, this National Security Advisor was not in Raccoon City. What was to be done?
How to brainwash this National Security Advisor of the United States into becoming a lackey—oh no, a loyal partner—of umbrella Pharmaceutical was a question.
Since Asa Hypnosis Card only worked with close contact, and Simmons was in Washington D.C., getting into contact with him was not an easy task.
This leader of a family standing on the shoulders of a superpower's military lacked only a partner who was perfectly compatible in mind and thought.
A spiritual partner who possessed both beauty and wisdom.
In the original timeline, he fell in love with Ada Wong, and for this, he injected a female researcher who had a crush on him with the enhanced C-Virus, thereby triggering a global catastrophe.
But why resort to a honey trap?
Asa detested pimping; he decided to use the simplest method: inducement.
The most suitable target was undoubtedly William's G-Virus.
Asa could use a suitable excuse to spread news of the G-Virus; in any case, the clinical effects of the G-Virus were unclear, so he would just exaggerate it.
Assuming Simmons was interested...
What Asa never expected was that there was no need for him to design any so-called plan, because the newspaper clearly stated that the newly formed expert group's investigation team leader was none other than the National Security Advisor, Simmons, and the group had already arrived in Raccoon City!
This, this, this—this is too polite, Mr. Simmons.
...
The night was deep, and Mr. Simmons, the National Security Advisor, was reading by lamplight.
After the stadium was sealed off, sporadic virus outbreaks continued, but with the backing of Asa Zombrex, the residents of Raccoon City were no longer so afraid of infection.
An illness that could be cured by taking medicine was not a terminal disease, and compared to unemployment, it was not a big problem at all.
This was also one of the reasons Simmons felt at ease coming to Raccoon City.
Derek Simmons had received the documents submitted by the FBI regarding BOWs a month ago; the information on biological weapons instantly made him realize this was a rare opportunity.
A Tyrant for 300,000 dollars, a two-meter-tall body, capable of understanding certain commands, having strong regenerative abilities, and able to launch relentless pursuits against targets.
One had to know that the cost of training a soldier from enlistment to being capable of handling things on their own was about the same, and if they died, one still had to pay a huge pension.
But the Tyrant was different; 500,000 dollars solved everything, and a dead Tyrant could even trigger a resident evil in the local area!
Furthermore, a Tyrant could easily play a role in executing operations behind enemy lines and assassination missions, far beyond what American grunts could compare to.
This ignited the flames of ambition in Simmons' heart, because this was merely the tip of the iceberg!
Ever since the other pole, the Soviet Union, collapsed, the United States considered itself to have no rivals left on this planet, and the family's status had risen accordingly, but this was far from enough.
BOWs were weapons capable of changing the way modern warfare was conducted; rather than watching biological weapons spread, it was better to cultivate his own biological weapons.
Moreover, data showed that the Progenitor Virus had unique uses in extending human lifespan.
Let the family, not the United States, control this world!
But for all these pursuits, the first step had to be taken.
Therefore, Simmons traveled thousands of miles to Raccoon City, just to get the first-hand research data on the virus from Umbrella Corporation.
After the stadium incident, the collapse of Umbrella Corporation was inevitable, but the situation in Raccoon City was currently still in a state of relative stability.
The Zombrex launched by umbrella Pharmaceutical had successfully saved the lives of a large number of ordinary people, and on the pharmaceutical application form, Simmons unexpectedly saw an unforeseen name: Annette Birkin.
As the wife of the person in charge of Umbrella's underground NEST, was it really she who developed the antidote that saved the lives of all the humans in Raccoon City?
Such talent staying in a small pharmaceutical company, and one opened by an East Asian at that, was simply a waste of resources!
Talent and enterprises being controlled in the hands of the family—that was the only insurance.
At the same time, another piece of information also caught his attention: William Birkin's daughter, Sherry Birkin, was staying in this city.
After the stadium incident, William Birkin's whereabouts were unknown.
But there was an old saying in the distant East: the monk may run away, but the temple cannot.
No matter how cold-blooded a person was, when facing their own flesh and blood, they would not remain indifferent.
This boss was actually a sensible person, handling it for him beforehand, saving him from having to look slowly.
Flipping through the files of the high-level Umbrella families in Raccoon City, Simmons plotted in his heart: to take over Umbrella's research assets and use the family's power to restart the research on bio-viruses, how could he do it openly and aboveboard?
This middle-aged man with a sinister gaze did not know that while he was looking through the relevant information on Umbrella Corporation's researchers, in the shadows, a pair of eyes was also staring at him.
Out of consideration for his own safety, Simmons had not made his current lodging location public.
Added to that, with elite FBI agents and private security forces guarding it, theoretically speaking, as long as it wasn't an army attacking, this place was foolproof.
"Oh my, isn't this Derek Simmons? Good evening."
Just as Simmons was planning how to legitimately begin research on the Umbrella Corporation virus, a playful voice suddenly came from inside the room.
"Who?"
Subconsciously, Simmons thought he had misheard.
He turned his head and saw a man sitting steadily on the sofa behind him.
Before he could react, the man suddenly took out a golden card.
The Hypnosis Card took effect.
Instantly, Derek Simmons' eyes became dull, and he vaguely heard only a low voice.
"I know your thoughts. Your mind is mine."