This World Is Quite Sick

After the little loli repeated the words three times, she confidently walked up the stairs, fantasizing about the happy moments of holding an ice cream cone.

Next, it was naturally time to enter the game. Kevin's expression turned serious as he began to assign tasks.

"Jill, you contact Barry, a survivor from the S.T.A.R.S. unit. He's the assault specialist we need. Claire, you'll stay at the gun shop and wait for backup. As for Leon..."

The rookie cop, full of justice, raised his hand, his expression a mix of nervousness and passionate eagerness. "I want to help too!"

Kevin gave him an encouraging look and patted Leon on the shoulder. "Don't worry, there's definitely a spot for you on this rescue team!"

With the keen intuition of an assassin, the tenacious vitality of a tank, and the explosive output of an ADC once he got his hands on a gun, this kind of character who could both fight and tank was simply the perfect choice for drawing aggro and attracting attention!

Because Leon had been suspended right after joining the force following the Acre Mountains incident, he currently didn't feel much loyalty towards the RPD.

As a passionate young man with dreams, he had no idea he was about to be completely sold out by a certain scheming new boss.

"And you?" Jill asked, frowning as she followed someone out the door.

Kevin smiled slightly. "When facing evil forces, of course, you seek help from the government."

After everyone started to split up, the boy casually walked to a deserted corner and began a theatrical monologue to the wall.

"Ancient rhythms become exquisite through memory; the first meeting, a fleeting glance, all these beauties, now belong to you!"

"So, Miss Ada Wong, noble and elegant, may I say that I've missed you?"

"What do you say, interested in a date?"

After reciting the beautiful poem, Kevin turned around confidently, only to face an empty alley, his forehead covered in black lines.

Did I really overthink it? Kevin muttered softly, finally shaking his head.

His mistaken guess left him no choice but to prepare to leave and proceed with his next plan.

However, the moment Kevin looked back, a stunning face was reflected in the depths of his pupils.

A tall, slender Asian woman leaned against the wall, slowly retracting her grappling hook. Her red lace dress, which fell straight down, made her appear even more alluring and mature.

"Why does Shakespeare's sonnet sound so disgusting coming from your mouth?"

The female agent's tone was playfully teasing, but her actions were far from friendly. A sharp military dagger slid lightly past Kevin's cheek.

"Because any words to describe my longing for you would seem deliberate and insincere?"

Having gone through so much in the past two days, Kevin's skin had long since become impervious. Seeing Ada Wong appear, he smiled and flattered her.

After all, kind words were free.

Ada Wong smiled slightly, like ice melting away. She casually sheathed her combat dagger, then crossed her arms, her scrutinizing eyes repeatedly examining Kevin.

"However, I'd like you to answer one question: How did you guess I'd be nearby?"

Kevin lightly brushed away non-existent dust from his collar, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"It's called putting myself in your shoes. Last night, you finally managed to get a reliable ally like me, so you'd definitely leave some proof of the wonderful time we spent together."

"Like a listening device, a GPS tracker, or maybe you were staring at me non-stop?"

To put it simply: neither of us is a saint. If you catch a big fish, you're definitely not going to let it go unconditionally.

Indeed, while she hadn't planted any listening devices on Kevin, she was fully aware of the movements of this rookie colleague.

"You're very smart, but also quite annoying..."

Ada seemed slightly surprised. Although this kid looked like a greenhorn just starting out, he had quite a bit of mischief brewing inside him.

However, in their line of work, honesty was often a derogatory term, meaning you wouldn't live long.

Getting back to the point, Kevin pondered for a moment and informed Ada of his current plan: recruiting people and heading to the outskirts of Raccoon City to rescue the Matt siblings.

The female agent found Kevin's outlandish plan amusing, her eyes flashing with disdain.

"Two stray dogs from S.T.A.R.S., a rookie cop who's been on the job for less than three days, led by such an amateur colleague, and you're going to clash with an elite Umbrella Squad?"

Kevin shrugged and nodded helplessly. Even with the most perfect plan, the disparity in forces was an undeniable reality.

"How can you be so sure I'll foolishly play the prey and join this boring hunt?"

Ada re-sheathed her grappling hook, smiled, shook her head, and prepared to leave.

Kevin spread his hands, his expression a mixture of regret and lament. "Then there's nothing I can do. If I'm unfortunate enough to be captured, remember to avenge me, FBI Senior Agent—Miss Ada Wong."

"After all, you've already discovered the vulnerabilities in the Hive's network security system, you have other informants within the Umbrella Corporation, and you're determined to get your hands on the T-Virus!"

Ada's steps froze. She certainly understood the implied meaning of his words.

If she didn't cooperate, he would directly sell her semi-true and semi-false identity information to the Umbrella Corporation, using her as a target to draw fire.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you... never to make pretty girls angry?!"

"Bang!" The female agent's voice was soft yet penetrating, accompanied by a smile. At the same time, she twisted her waist and delivered a swift whip kick to Kevin's upper body.

However, the boy, who had been prepared, crossed his arms and raised them, simultaneously bending his body and retreating, deflecting the terrifying force.

The numbness and trembling in his arms constantly told Kevin that he was absolutely no match for the female agent in terms of physical combat.

Just as Kevin was retreating, Ada lunged forward, her 10-centimeter heel kicking fiercely towards the boy's head.

His keen instincts made Kevin instinctively crouch down, his head tilting to the side. The wall he had been leaning against bore clear footprints.

This woman is serious! Kevin broke out in a cold sweat.

However, his body's self-preservation instincts made him advance instead of retreat. He shouldered forward, bracing against Ada's long, powerful leg, and charged like a bull, pinning her against the opposite wall.

Under the violent impact, Ada's two long legs were forced into an exaggerated split with incredible flexibility.

"Dressed so scantily, be careful not to expose yourself!"

Kevin crossed his arms, pinning Ada's straightened leg against the wall. As the agent's skirt swayed violently, his eyes instinctively darted away, but his mouth was full of mockery.

So she's a virgin? Interesting... Ada noticed his instinctive reaction, and the corners of her lips curved into a playful arc.

"Do you want to see?" A charming, lingering whisper by his ear almost made Kevin choke.

"Ahem, if this is a request, I can make a concession." Now that they had fallen out, Kevin decided to indulge his tongue.

"If you see it, I might consider helping. Otherwise, let's keep our secret."

"But you only have one chance. Open your eyes wide and watch carefully..."

The smile on agent Ada's face grew more pronounced. The moment the boy turned his head, she placed her hands on the wall.

Her left leg, which had been supporting her on the ground, was lifted straight up, forming a closing stranglehold with her right leg. She quickly clamped down on Kevin's head and used the leverage to fling him away.

Kevin got up from the ground, covered in dust. From his previous angle, he had indeed not witnessed the infinite scenery beneath the agent's skirt.

"It seems your skills need more practice, rookie!"

The composed agent elegantly adjusted her skirt, her lightly waving hands and palms seeming like a farewell before departure.

"Black? Lace? Chanel? Very tasteful!" A teasing tone came from behind him.

The agent turned around abruptly, her expression stiffening as she looked at the guy sitting on the ground, picking up his phone and carefully examining the photo on the screen.

This world is chaotic and disordered, and the historical timeline is significantly out of sync.

Although Raccoon City retains the style of the American 1990s, related electronic products are selling more advanced mobile phones.

Therefore, this thing can take timed photos.

Kevin set up the phone, chose the angle, and then threw it on the ground. If he was lucky, he could capture a different kind of scenery.

Ada Wong, I'm taking you.

Section 17 Chapter Seventeen The Fish That Got Away (Seeking recommendations, monthly passes, blades, criticisms, and comments)

On the outskirts of Raccoon City, at a vagrant campsite, various living garbage, burnt wood, and empty tin cans were scattered everywhere.

At this moment, Matt, who had sent out a distress signal, was hiding with his sister Lisa in a derelict building covered in graffiti.

"Don't worry, he'll come!" To calm Lisa's emotions, he spoke with firm conviction, but inwardly, he held little hope.

After all, that high-ranking agent would clean up his own messes. Showing up now would be pure suicide.

Moreover, the message Matt had sent earlier didn't actually contain a request for help; it was merely a warning. He hoped someone could help him contact headquarters.

The blonde girl in a white researcher's coat looked exhausted, her face pale, feeling lost and apprehensive about the future.

She had taken a rough look around and was certain that a squad from the Umbrella Squad was ambushing in the dimly lit woods outside, completely sealing off all entrances and exits to the derelict building.

Meanwhile, on a gentle slope with a good line of sight, a stout figure in a black ghost-like suit, wearing an octopus-faced respirator, quietly observed the lifeless hunting ground, waiting for the real prey to appear.

His name was Hank, affiliated with the Umbrella Security Service, or U.S.S. for short.

This was a secret unit under the Umbrella Corporation, tasked with securing and protecting Umbrella's assets or destroying evidence detrimental to the company.

Even within Umbrella, only a few people knew about this secret unit. Its members were experts who completely followed and effectively executed orders, with no emotional attachments among them.

This operation was to apprehend a certain defecting employee from The Hive who possessed evidence unfavorable to the company. They were authorized to shoot on sight if necessary.

But just as the squad, led by Hank and designated Alpha, had cornered their prey, a message came from above, ordering them to temporarily surround but not attack.

Are they going to use these two caught little fish bait to lure a bigger prey? A Raccoon City University student? Dr. Charles's family tutor?

Hank flipped through the holographic photos and the latest information on the target delivered by his electronic pen, his movements noticeably sluggish.

This beautiful face and boring resume truly didn't match his status as a BSAA senior agent.

However, what intrigued him more was that, despite confirming a distress signal had been sent, would this guy actually come?

"Damn it! So many mosquitoes here, boss. Isn't it time yet? If we keep waiting like this, you might as well give me a knife and let me charge in!"

"Yeah, slitting their throats would be as easy as cutting butter!"

"I bet you two bastards will throw your backs out halfway there because of those Russian girls at the nightclub last night!"

The noisy curses and petty taunts in his earpiece made Hank frown slightly. These impatient fools!

Most U.S.S. members were international mercenaries and retired soldiers with criminal records. While their combat skills were excellent, they were generally unruly troublemakers who didn't like taking orders.

However, considering the potential repercussions of a prolonged siege, Hank finally offered a compromise.

"Prepare to reel them in in half an hour!"

Upon hearing this, the Alpha squad members in their earpieces cheered and began discussing their post-mission relaxation plans and who would be responsible for digging the graves.

A relaxed atmosphere permeated among them. For them, this siege was as simple as a leisurely vacation.

"Attention, approaching from the direction of Black Gate Bridge, distance 500 meters, a black SUV is approaching!"

Hank, remaining vigilant and leaning against a tree to observe the main road, spotted a speeding car through his binoculars. He immediately warned his squad members via his earpiece.

When the SUV slowed down to about 100 meters away, the window was slowly rolled down. In the passenger seat, a beautiful mixed-race face brought a slight smile to Hank's lips.

"Target confirmed! Prepare for combat!" Excellent, the prey...

"...is biting..." Meanwhile, Kevin, sitting in the passenger seat, his eyes flashing with intricate patterns, curved his lips upwards.

"Sniper position, twelve o'clock, 347 meters, second-floor balcony!"

"Two assault personnel, one in the woods at six o'clock, 125 meters away, and the other behind that section of wall at two o'clock!"

"And there's a big fish, on the gentle slope at seven o'clock, 281 meters away!"

On the second floor of the unfinished building, the sniper, wearing a black octopus-faced gas mask, made a final check of the wind speed and direction, locking the crosshairs of his scope onto the SUV's tires.

His index finger, resting on the trigger, flexed and relaxed, preparing for the shot.

"Yes, drive steadily, my little darling, then sit up straight, don't move around," the sniper muttered to himself, his gaze focused, his breathing gradually slowing.

"3... 2... 1..." As the countdown ended, a muffled thud echoed on the second-floor balcony behind him.

"Surprisingly simple..." Ada Wong, the female agent who had infiltrated unnoticed, caught the falling sniper and gently set him aside, her eyes flashing with surprise.

But how did that rookie know everyone's hiding spots? A hint of curiosity flickered in Ada's eyes.

"Bang!" With a gunshot from deep within the woods, Claire, her position exposed, decisively killed the hidden assault operative.

Simultaneously, the female officer immediately raised her MP5 submachine gun and unleashed a barrage of fire towards the wall in front of her.

Meanwhile, Hank, who was directing the overall situation from the gentle slope, also came under a sudden attack.

The burly, short-haired middle-aged man, wielding a .44 Magnum and wearing a red tactical vest with a leather holster, moved with swift agility. Caught off guard, he forced Hank to retreat step by step.

Just as the four Alpha Squad members were being ambushed, Leon, driving the SUV, stopped the car steadily at the entrance of the unfinished building. Glancing sideways, his expression was one of concern.