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The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the mist, Claire could no longer contain her excitement and dialed her brother Chris Redfield's encrypted line.
The call was answered almost instantly.
"Claire? What's happened?" Chris's voice came through the receiver, tinged with tension and alertness.
He knew his sister rarely contacted him on this line at this hour unless there was an emergency.
"Good news! Incredible news!" Claire's voice overflowed with unrestrained joy, like a cheerful bird.
"Chris, listen to me. Regarding the position of bsaa asia-pacific region director, you don't have to worry anymore!"
Chris on the other end was clearly stunned; the faint sound of him putting down documents could be heard in the background.
"What do you mean? Did those people at the Pentagon finally cave and agree to my candidate?"
"No, it's not your candidate," Claire said, intentionally teasing him.
"It's someone... we both trust implicitly, someone so exceptionally capable that no one can say a word against them."
Chris's breathing paused for a moment as he seemed to rapidly sift through possible names in his mind.
Someone who could make Claire speak in such a tone, who was closely connected to him, and who could stabilize the chaotic situation in the Asia-Pacific... "Is it Noah?" Chris's voice held a hint of uncertainty, but it was mostly a sudden, enlightened guess.
"Bingo!" Claire snapped her fingers.
"Noah is back. Furthermore, his mother country... has officially stated that they hope he takes the position and will provide full support."
"...What?"
This time, Chris's shock was genuine. He remained silent for a full ten seconds; only his heavy breathing could be heard over the phone.
This was no longer a simple appointment issue; this was a clear signal from the red giant in the East, a bombshell capable of shifting the entire geopolitical landscape.
"Chris, this is a total godsend!" Claire's tone became serious.
"You know Noah's capabilities better than anyone. With him in charge, we can sleep soundly. And with Huaxia's support, those guys who've been trying to stick their hands into the Asia-Pacific and treat the BSAA like their personal backyard will have to think twice!"
"I understand... I completely understand..." Claire's words were like a key, instantly unlocking the knot that had been troubling Chris for so long.
Lately, he had been at his wit's end over the Asia-Pacific Director position.
Japan, South Korea, the Philippines, and even India had been openly or covertly recommending their own candidates at the BSAA council meetings, attacking each other and bickering incessantly, turning a vital anti-terrorism strategic location into a stage for dirty political spoils.
The few candidates he had proposed had all been collectively sniped by those fellows for various reasons.
Now, the Noah card was like a royal flush slammed directly onto the table.
He had the strength (his record in Operation Javier was enough to silence everyone), the background (close ties to the BSAA founding faction), and most crucially, behind him stood a powerful nation that no one could ignore.
"Excellent..." Chris let out a long sigh, his voice filled with the relief of a heavy burden lifted.
"Claire, tell Noah to get ready. I'll convene a BSAA Council meeting later. This time, I want to see for myself what kind of expressions those jumping clowns will have on their faces."
...One week later.
BSAA European Headquarters.
Inside a circular conference room filled with futuristic technology, the atmosphere was solemn.
Representatives from the world's major member nations sat around a massive ring-shaped conference table.
Dressed in suits and ties, their expressions varied, and the air was thick with silent tension.
Chris Redfield, as one of the three founding giants of the BSAA, sat in the primary seat.
Wearing a crisp BSAA uniform, his gaze swept over everyone present.
Noah sat to his right.
Today, he had also changed into a well-fitting dark suit, but he didn't wear a tie. The collar of his shirt was casually unbuttoned by two notches, making him look somewhat distinct in this serious atmosphere.
He didn't look at anyone, merely staring calmly at the cup of steaming water in front of him.
Opposite him, Feng Ling sat as straight as a pine tree in a sharp women's suit.
Standing behind her were the representatives from the Chinese side.
As soon as the meeting began, Chris went straight to the point and threw out the agenda.
"Regarding the appointment of the bsaa asia-pacific region director, I have a final candidate." He looked around the room, his voice steady and powerful. "I nominate Mr. Noah."
As soon as he finished, an uncontrollable commotion broke out in the conference room.
"What? Noah?"
"He's too young!"
"Although he performed exceptionally in Operation Javier, he doesn't come from a military background and lacks experience in managing a large-scale organization!"
A middle-aged man sitting in the Japanese representative's seat was the first to attack.
He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke in a tone that seemed objective but was actually full of provocation: "Director Chris, we highly respect Mr. Noah's contributions in actual combat. However, the Asia-Pacific Director needs to be an experienced leader familiar with the complex affairs of the region. We believe General Kenichi Yamada, recommended by the Ministry of Defense, is a more suitable candidate."
As soon as he finished, the representatives from South Korea and the Philippines immediately spoke up.
"South Korea is the most suitable choice."
"We in the Philippines also have a suitable candidate."
The Indian representative spoke slowly: "If we look at it from the perspective of containing the spread of bio-threats, we believe that having one of our people in this position would better mobilize the resources and manpower of this region..."
For a moment, the conference room turned into a marketplace, with various voices of opposition and doubt rising and falling, all aimed at Noah.
These petty characters jumped up and down, putting on a clumsy performance, trying to use so-called'seniority' and 'experience' to negate Chris's nomination and secure interests for themselves.
Noah never spoke; he didn't even lift an eyelid, as if none of this had anything to do with him.
He just picked up his water cup and gently blew on the steam.
Chris watched all this quietly, a cold smile on his face.
Just when those people were shouting the loudest.
The Russian representative directly abstained.
And the American representative, a staffer from the Pentagon who had remained silent, cleared his throat.
The moment he spoke, the entire conference room fell silent.
"The United States of America fully supports Mr. Chris Redfield's nomination." The representative's tone was very firm.
"Mr. Noah's capabilities have already been tested in the highest-level threat environments. Some of his operational records, upon evaluation, have strategic value that is immeasurable. We believe he is precisely the best person to stabilize the Asia-Pacific situation and respond to future new types of bio-threats."
These words weighed heavily on the hearts of the dissenters.
The Japanese representative's face instantly turned somewhat ugly.
Before he could react, Feng Ling spoke.
Her voice wasn't loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Huaxia likewise supports Comrade Lin Yuan in taking this position."
She paused, her gaze calmly sweeping over the representatives with their various expressions.
"Comrade Lin Yuan is not only our citizen but also a comrade in whom we place high hopes. We will provide support, including intelligence, logistics, and even certain force, for all his counter-terrorism operations in the Asia-Pacific region."
The color instantly drained from the faces of the representatives of the countries that had been shouting the loudest just moments ago.
Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and their Adam's apples bobbed, but they couldn't say a single word.
Human resources? Connections and prestige?
In the face of the joint endorsement of the two most powerful nations on Earth, these things were simply a joke.
The entire conference room fell into a dead silence.
Those petty characters who had been jumping around earlier were now as quiet as cicadas in winter, wishing they could bury their heads under the table.
They finally understood that this was no longer a card game they could participate in.
This was a game between giants, and they didn't even have the qualification to be at the table.
Chris watched this dramatic scene, feeling immensely gratified.
He picked up the small gavel on the table and tapped it lightly.
"Since there are no objections, I declare that Mr. Noah is officially appointed as the bsaa asia-pacific region director. The appointment is effective immediately."
After speaking, he turned to Noah with an appreciative smile.
Only then did Noah put down his water cup, stand up, and give a slight nod to everyone present as a greeting.
His face still wore that calm and indifferent expression, as if everything that had just happened was merely a boring interlude after a meal... Half a month later, Noah took Claire and Sherry Birkin and boarded a plane back to his hometown.
This was the first time he had brought them back to the place where he was born and raised.
The plane landed in a familiar city. The moment he stepped out of the airport and saw the bustling crowds of yellow-skinned, black-haired people and heard the familiar local dialect, Noah felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
When he met his parents, there were no tears as he had imagined, only the most down-to-earth warmth.
Noah's mother took Claire's hand, looking her up and down while muttering, "Oh my, this girl is so pretty, even better than in the photos! You must be exhausted from the trip, right?"
Although Claire couldn't quite understand, she could feel the kindness from the loving eyes and gentle tone. She was a bit shy but still said in her painstakingly practiced Chinese, word by word, "Mo... Mother, hello. I'm... not tired."
That "Mother" melted Noah's mother's heart, making her smile so much she couldn't close her mouth.
Noah's father was a man of few words; he just patted his son's shoulder and said, "It's good to have you back." But his eyes, full of pride and relief, said everything.
Sherry Birkin, like a well-behaved doll, greeted the two elders in fluent Mandarin. Her extraordinary intelligence and proper manners quickly won everyone's affection.
The family was full of joy.
Noah began his vacation, which was also the intention of the high-level officials from both East and West.
What they needed was for Noah, the "middleman," to be able to stand on the chessboard and place a decisive piece at a critical moment.
As for daily affairs, there was naturally a massive bureaucratic system to handle them; he didn't need to worry.
Noah could finally live a truly leisurely and peaceful life of his own.
Occasionally, when video calling Leon S. Kennedy—his former comrade-in-arms, now a top US agent and anti-biohazard expert—he'd see him overwhelmed by mountains of reports and endless meetings. Meanwhile, Noah could lie lazily on a recliner in his own yard, drinking lemon tea brewed by Claire, and he couldn't help but laugh.
This made Leon on the other end of the phone almost go crazy with envy.
"Hey, Noah! You're being totally unfair! I'm here working like a dog while you're on vacation!"
"Can't be helped," Noah shook the cup in his hand, intentionally provoking him. "Who told you to be the chosen one?"
"Hmph, my salary is very high!" Leon said, trying to stay composed and flipping his hair stylishly.
"I... don't care about salary anymore..." Noah said, suppressing a laugh.
Leon on the other end was speechless... However, good times are always brief.
In May, the summer heat was growing. (The original story took place in February, overlapping with the Javier incident.)
One quiet night, Noah's encrypted phone rang again.
It was Feng Ling.
Her voice was as calm as ever, but it held a certain gravity.
"Noah, there's bad news."
"A former Umbrella executive named Morpheus D. Duval, along with terrorists, attacked an Umbrella Research Institute in Paris two days ago and stole a batch of the latest T-G Hybrid Virus samples."
"Following that, he hijacked the 'Spencer' cruise ship, where Umbrella was holding a secret biological weapon exhibition on the high seas, and released the t-virus on board."
"Now, using the hidden t-virus missiles on the cruise ship as a threat, he is extorting five billion dollars each from the US and Huaxia governments."
The laziness on Noah's face vanished instantly as he sat up straight.
"Five billion? And in dollars? This guy's appetite is certainly not small." He frowned. "But wasn't Umbrella's Paris headquarters already... by Claire and me..."
"What you destroyed was the headquarters," Feng Ling interrupted. "According to internal intelligence we just intercepted, they have an even more secretive research branch in the suburbs of Paris. What was stolen this time was their latest research result."
"Damn!" Noah couldn't help but curse under his breath. These bastards were like rats in the sewer; you could never kill them all.
"Morpheus gave us a 72-hour deadline," Feng Ling continued. "When time is up, if he doesn't receive the money, he will launch virus missiles at our respective homelands. The higher-ups have evaluated the situation and decided to take strong measures."
"The plan from above is for you to represent the BSAA, me to represent the East, and the US will also send a top agent to form a three-person strike team to infiltrate the cruise ship and resolve this crisis."
Noah hung up the phone, and the study fell into silence.
He was about to step onto the battlefield once again.
A pair of soft arms gently wrapped around his waist from behind.
Claire pressed her cheek against his back, her voice gentle but carrying a hint of unavoidable worry.
"You must come back safely."
"Sherry, me... and our baby, we're all waiting for you at home."
Noah's body jolted, and then he was flooded with endless ecstasy.
He turned around and looked at Claire in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly.
"You... you mean...!?"
Claire looked at his dumbfounded expression, a happy and tender smile blossoming on her face.
She gently placed Noah's hand on her still-flat belly and then nodded firmly.
"Yes, darling, you're going to be a father."
"Wow! That's great!" Nearby, Sherry also cheered. She ran to Noah's side and said happily, "We're going to have a little brother or sister in our family soon! Brother Noah, you must come back early!"
Noah felt his eyes grow hot; his hard work had finally borne fruit.
Looking at the two most important women in his life and feeling the warmth under his palm that was nurturing a new life, an unprecedented strength surged from the depths of his heart.
He nodded vigorously...
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