A few minutes later, the van stopped beside the High-end Hotel.
Mitis and Cassius followed behind Daryl and found Leon at a table in a restaurant resembling an open-air café.
He was an extremely broad-shouldered and handsome man, around 1.95 meters tall, with a perfect, marble-sculpted physique. Dressed in a well-tailored gray suit, he wore a smile at the corners of his mouth, while his right arm was wrapped around a tall, stunning young woman with long blood-red hair. Masculine vigor radiated from every inch of him.
Leon picked up a bottle of fine red wine and poured a glass for Kevira beside him. With a gentle expression, he nodded at Daryl and tossed the muscular man a high-end cigar.
He looked at Mitis and Cassius and pointed to the seats in front of him. Only after the two former detectives had sat down did he speak in his deep, magnetic voice:
"Officers, welcome to Umbrella Corporation. I'm Leon Castor, the administrator of Umbrella Corporation."
"Could you tell me your names?"
"Mr. Castor, my name is Cassius Becklough. The woman beside me is my colleague, Mitis Lombard."
The bald detective's voice was rather hoarse. Hearing Leon's question, he answered simply and directly:
"We were both detectives with the Atlanta Police Department."
Leon nodded lightly and said with a smile:
"Actually, a few months ago, I saw your hiding place from outside the helicopter. You may have heard about that."
"But I had no intention of looking for you, because at the time, you held little value in my eyes."
Seeing the two officers' expressions grow tense, he continued without concern:
"Of course, that hasn't changed much even now."
"Unlike you, everyone here has already faced the disaster head-on for more than half a year. We've adapted to the rules of