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Several days had passed, and now it was July 22, 1998. Over the past few days, Raccoon City had been growing more and more crowded.
Allen then placed a document file he had just finished reading onto his desk. The file was titled "Elpis." The document had been given to him by Alex Wesker, one of his women.
Allen himself didn't really know what this Elpis project was about. After all, the only plot he knew about Resident Evil only went up to Resident Evil 8: Village.
Watching the city below becoming increasingly busy as more and more people arrived, Allen could only shake his head.
"What exactly are you planning, Spencer…" Allen muttered quietly as he stared out the window of his luxury apartment.
From what he had read in the document, Allen had begun to understand something.
It seemed the destruction of Raccoon City might not simply be because of the outbreak. There was a strong possibility that the government wanted to take control of the city.
And the reason for that…
was likely connected to a certain project called Elpis.
"What's wrong, honey?" Annette asked as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. By now, Annette was completely comfortable living with Allen here.
"It's nothing, I was just lost in thought. By the way, what about Sherry? Did you already tell her about our plan to get you two out of this city?" Allen asked, since tomorrow would be the day Annette and Sherry left the city.
Annette nodded. "Yes, I told her. At first she was confused, but once I explained that this place is dangerous for us, she understood."
"She's a smart kid, you don't have to worry about her," Allen said while gently caressing Annette's belly.
Not long after, Svetlana walked up to them.
"Come on, let's go. My weapon order is ready. I just need to buy some ammunition supplies," she said, asking Allen to accompany her.
Soon after, Allen left with Svetlana to visit his trusted gun shop. He also wanted to restock his ammunition—and he bought plenty of it.
At Kendo Gun Shop, Allen was greeted by Robert. He chatted with him for a bit while introducing Svetlana, and after that he immediately started buying several boxes of ammunition.
"You're buying this much ammo?" Svetlana asked while watching the shop owner stack box after box onto the counter.
Allen only shrugged.
"Better to have too much than not enough."
He knew he'd need the ammo in the future; there was no way he'd be looting bullets off zombie corpses like in some video game.
This was reality, and he wasn't about to count on something so absurd.
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Meanwhile, on Zabytij Island, where Alex Wesker currently resided.
Alex was enjoying her lunch in her private office. Her appearance now was almost goddess-like — thanks to the serum Allen had given her, which boosted her looks several times over and made her appear no older than a young woman in her twenties.
Once she finished her meal, her assistant Stuart entered the room carrying a suitcase. Inside was the newest Super Soldier Serum, another gift from Allen to Alex.
"Miss, Mr. Allen asked me to deliver this gift to you," Stuart said respectfully.
"Well done. I'll leave this project in your hands for now," Alex replied as she took the suitcase into her private chambers.
Inside her room, Alex used her bracelet to unlock the case. As soon as the bracelet made contact, the suitcase dissolved into nanoscopic particles and fused into her bracelet.
"Tsk, show-off…" Alex muttered, smirking as she teased her lover in her room.
On her desk lay the serum vial, a fusion device, and a letter. The note read:
Dear Alex, I hope you like this gift. This is an improved serum from the T-Virus. With it, you should be able to produce Tyrant products on a larger scale with lower cost and better stability. That's all from me. With love, your beloved, Allen.
After reading the note, Alex felt a surge of excitement.
With the serum now in her hands, it seemed she could finally create several B.O.W. that could be used—or sold—to certain people she knew.
A faint, dangerous smile appeared on her lips.
"Well, Allen… you certainly know how to make things interesting," Alex murmured to herself while gently picking up the vial and examining the liquid inside.
Not long after, Alex reached for her phone and called Spencer.
She wanted to secure more resources from him. After all, her deal with Svetlana had already cost a fortune. At the same time, she fully intended to drain Spencer of as much support as possible while Umbrella was still standing.
"Hello, Boss," Alex said over the phone.
"Alex, what is it?" Spencer answered as he picked up. To him, Alex was practically like a daughter.
"Some of the projects I've been working on have already produced satisfying results. Could I get more resources? This is to prevent leaks like the one in Raccoon City. I need to build more secure facilities," Alex said with full confidence.
Spencer paused for a moment, thinking it over. What Alex said was reasonable.
"Very well. I'll transfer the funds," Spencer replied calmly. "Oh, by the way—do you know why your dog Allen gave his research on anti-cancer and anti-diabetes drugs to someone from Tricell?"
"Yes, I know," Alex answered. "That's because Allen and I bought shares in their company back then, and to maximize profits, Allen deliberately gave them a few of his personal formulas."
Hearing Spencer call Allen her dog made Alex slightly irritated, but she forced herself to remain calm. For now, she still needed Spencer's resources, so she had to endure it.
"I see. Understood. Just do as you see fit," Spencer replied, finding their business strategy quite effective, as it gave them access to even more resources.
"Okay, Boss," Alex said before hanging up.
Spencer truly spoiled Alex. After all, only two Weskers remained in the world. Albert was arrogant and difficult to control, making it hard for Spencer to trust him. Alex, on the other hand, was calm and obedient.
"Women really are easier to manage than men," Spencer muttered to himself, knowing full well that a man's ambition tended to be far greater than a woman's. It was something he had experienced personally. "Looks like I'll have to discipline Albert even more harshly," he added.
At the same time, Albert suddenly sneezed. "Achoo!" Wesker, who was on his way to the lab where William was working, rubbed his nose.
"This is strange. I'm sure I'm not sick… someone must be talking about me. Tsk, forget it," Albert muttered before continuing his steps.
Right now, Albert wanted to meet William to ask for his help in creating a serum that would allow him to fake his own death.
...
Meanwhile, Allen was at the RPD with Rebecca, who was still obsessed with studying medicines.
"Allen, how do you detoxify a poison like this?" Rebecca asked while showing him the book she was reading.
"Oh, that's simple, you just need to—" Allen began explaining patiently.
The other team members who saw how affectionate the two were could only shake their heads. They all thought Allen was one lucky man.
After helping Rebecca, Allen turned his focus back to his tablet. Curious, Rebecca leaned closer.
"By the way, what are you working on, darling?"
"Oh, this? I'm checking on the stock market investments. You know, Jill and the others just bought a mansion in L.A., and to keep our finances stable, of course I need to generate quick income for that," Allen replied casually.
"Really?" Rebecca glanced at the tablet and was shocked at the numbers displayed.
"Isn't this already more than enough?" she asked, astonished.
Most of Allen's investments were in Tricell, which left her a bit confused.
But then again, Rebecca didn't really understand much about stocks and finance, so it was natural for her to be baffled.
"No, for me this still isn't enough. I have to think ahead—like school tuition and other expenses for our children in the future," Allen said firmly.
For him, only the best would do for his daughters.
Rebecca couldn't help but smile warmly. Her lover was going to be a wonderful father.
At the same time, Allen received a message from Alex. It seemed the time had come for him to withdraw his funds from Tricell. Spencer was already making moves, and on top of that, the Travis family members surely wouldn't let Exella get everything she wanted so easily.
After Allen pulled all his investments out of Tricell, the amount was staggering—over 2 billion dollars. Originally, he had only invested around 50 million, and he figured that had been more than enough.
The stock market was still stable for the moment, but Allen knew that once the Raccoon City outbreak hit, public trust in the global pharmaceutical alliance would collapse, dragging them down with it.
Yeah… a lot of people are going to commit suicide over this. Losing everything, going bankrupt… Allen thought, remembering what happened on Wall Street after 9/11—history repeating itself in another form.
Once all his shares had been sold off, his women quickly received notifications showing the massive bank transfer into Allen's account.
"WTF!" Karena shouted from the apartment.
Her voice was so loud that Alyssa, who was nearby, immediately heard her.
"What's going on, Rena?" Alyssa asked, confused.
"Look at this," Karena said, showing her Allen's account balance. "Did Allen just rob a bank or something?" she added, still in shock.
Alyssa stared at the number and was left speechless, her mouth hanging open.
If she had that kind of money, she would've quit journalism ages ago, retired early, and just enjoyed life without lifting a finger.
"We better wait until Allen gets home. Then we can ask him how the hell he made this much money," Alyssa suggested.
Karena nodded in agreement.
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Meanwhile, a man was running through the dark streets, his body covered in wounds, his breathing ragged with terror. He stumbled suddenly, crashing to the ground.
"Ukh!... Please, stop, Agent 4! What do you want? Money? I can give you money!" the man pleaded, his voice shaking.
"I don't want your money, old man," a cold but relaxed feminine voice answered.
The sharp click of high heels echoed as a woman stepped out of the shadows.
"What I want… is something you stole from me a long time ago."
The man's eyes widened. He was the leader of The Organization, the same group Ada Wong had served for years.
"Name it—whatever it is, I'll give it back to you," he begged.
Ada's lips curved into a small smile.
"Relax. I already got what I wanted," she said casually. "Now all I need… is your life. Oh, and remember this—my name now is Ada Wong."
BANG!
A bullet pierced his skull, the lifeless body collapsing with a dull thud.
Ada let out a slow breath, as if finally releasing years of suffocating chains.
Tears welled in her eyes, sliding quietly down her cheek.
"It's finally over…" she whispered.
The revenge she had carried for so long was complete. Yet in her heart, there was only emptiness.
No satisfaction—just a quiet void.
Then Allen's face appeared in her mind.
That memory made a faint smile return to her lips.
She turned to leave, not wanting to stay there any longer, when suddenly her phone rang.
Ring… Ring…
Ada sighed softly before answering.
"What is it, Simmons? Why are you calling me?"
Her tone sounded slightly annoyed—Simmons had been secretly stalking her for weeks.
On the other end, a thin man with a neat mustache sat comfortably behind his desk. When Simmons saw Ada answer the call, his face immediately lit up.
"Ada… how have you been? I haven't heard from you lately."
"I'm fine," Ada replied casually. "Skip the small talk. If you're calling, you want something. And you should know my services aren't cheap anymore."
With The Organization gone by her own hand, she was technically unemployed now… and she needed money.
"You know about the T-Serum and G-Serum from your last mission, right?" Simmons said. "If you can get them and hand them directly to me, I'll pay you 200 million dollars. And if you bring the complete data too, I'll add another 200 million. That's 400 in total."
Ada leaned lightly against a wall, completely relaxed.
"Make it 500 and I'll do it," she said calmly.
With that kind of money, she could disappear and live freely for years.
Simmons smiled.
"Fine. I'll make it 600 million. As long as you bring me what I want."
Money meant nothing to someone like Simmons. Wealthy, powerful, and dangerously obsessed with Ada, he believed that sooner or later money would make her stay.
"Alright. Got it," Ada replied casually. "Anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."
She didn't want Allen to misunderstand anything about Simmons, especially this strange obsession.
"W-wait! What about dinner? Just the two of us, after this?" Simmons asked quickly.
Ada didn't even answer.
The call ended immediately.
Simmons stared at the phone with a frustrated expression, his obsession still burning.
Meanwhile, Ada quietly disappeared into the night.
Before leaving, she planted several false clues so the remaining members of The Organization would believe Umbrella was responsible for their leader's death.
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Right now at Allen's apartment, Alyssa was pacing back and forth restlessly, clearly troubled by something again.
When Allen returned from his shift at the RPD, he noticed her and asked, "What's wrong, Alyssa?"
"Ahh… Allen, so here's the thing. I still want to gather more evidence about Umbrella, the mayor, and the police chief, so I hired a hacker. But now, all of a sudden, the hacker I hired has completely disappeared without a trace. I'm a little worried because the person I hired was actually a friend of mine," Alyssa said, sounding regretful for ignoring Allen's warnings to stop digging into this mess.
"Let's sit down first," Allen said, guiding his girlfriend to the couch so they could talk about it more calmly.
"You know I already warned you about this before. So, are you going to tell me who this friend of yours is? Maybe I can track down your friend's whereabouts," Allen replied.
Alyssa then looked at Allen with hope in her eyes.
"Her name is January Van Sant."
"So your friend is a woman," Allen said as he leaned back in his seat.
"Yes, she's a close friend of mine. Here's her picture."
Alyssa handed him a photo.
Allen raised his eyebrows when he saw it—the woman looked more like a gothic girl than a hacker. She had short hair like Alyssa, but her face was still very youthful.