Wesker: Only the Wise Know When to Yield

Raccoon City Police Department.

The only place in Raccoon City that can be considered "safe" now.

Not to mention the zombies that were chopped up at the door, even the 'tyrants' that were sent were all decapitated by Arno and then stuck into the spikes on the Iron Door.

From a distance, it truly has an indescribable sense of terror.

"Is this your bodyguard?"

Despite having been shocked many times before, Ada still couldn't help but show a look of astonishment when she saw the row of "heads" on the police station's Iron Door.

Arno acted like a "war god," single-handedly stopping the zombies and tyrants who attempted to break into the police station.

"That's one way to understand it." Alvin strode over.

"Sir, as you instructed, I have cleared all the zombies around the police station." Arno stood indifferently, bowing slightly as Alvin approached to show respect, then his cold gaze fell on Ada and Yani, carrying a hint of scrutiny.

Ada and Yani suddenly felt a pressure emanating from Arno, who was over two meters tall and looked like a god of war.

"Don't be so nervous, Arno." Alvin chuckled, then continued, "Let me introduce you. These two will officially work for me from now on; they'll be your colleagues."

Arno then withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, stepped aside slightly to make way, and lowered his voice, saying, "Sir, Marvin has taken in a group of survivors without authorization and placed them in the police station. Should I remove them?"

"No need." Alvin shook his head. He had Arno clear away the nearby zombies and the interior of the police station, intending to provide a shelter for them.

After all, reputation is essential for long-term success in the Biohazard universe from every perspective.

Moreover, having the merit of saving "Raccoon City" will make it easier to gather the Protagonist Group together.

He is different from Umbrella, who disregarded the collapse of world order and wanted to use the virus to control all of humanity, which was tantamount to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Now that he's here, he's naturally here to reshape the order of the Biohazard world.

The group entered the police station, where Marvin was settling the newly arrived survivors. Perhaps intimidated by Arno, few of them dared to jump out and shout for freedom. They were willingly separated and placed in rooms to prevent a sudden viral infection and another tragedy of being swept away in one wave.

"Thank you very much for your help, sir."

Marvin was filled with gratitude towards Alvin; without him, perhaps not so many people would have survived.

"No need to thank me, it was just what I could do."

Alvin doesn't mind offering assistance to those affected by disasters within his capabilities.

As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed two familiar figures among the people helping.

"Lyon Kennedy?" Alvin couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at the young man who was enthusiastically helping the citizens.

"You... know me?" Twenty-one-year-old Lyon was still young and looked energetic. After learning from Marvin that he had helped the police, he immediately showed him a grateful expression. "Thank you so much, Mr. Alvin. If it weren't for you, the police station would probably have fallen very soon."

He recalled how, not long ago, those monsters known as "Tyrants" had stormed into the police station, and thanks to Arno, they were all killed one by one.

Alvin glanced at the time; it was exactly 4 a. m. on the 29th. He asked curiously, "Why are you here so early?"

According to the game's storyline, Lyon should have arrived in Raccoon City tonight, but he arrived more than ten hours earlier.

"Uh, I heard what was on the radio and I was a little worried, so..." Lyon scratched the back of his head, his gaze suddenly falling on Ada, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Hey kid, hasn't anyone told you that staring at a lady like that is very impolite?"

Ada glanced at Lyon, seemingly not angry, a playful smile curving her lips.

"Uh, no. Sorry." Lyon realized his mistake, quickly looked away, coughed, and smiled to cover it up. "I didn't expect to meet such a beautiful lady here. My name is Lyon Kennedy. What's yours?"

Ada Wong.

Ada felt a strange fondness for this somewhat headstrong young man and chuckled softly.

Alvin observed their reactions and couldn't help but stroke his chin, wondering to himself: Could this be fate?

With the plot changed so drastically, under normal circumstances, Lyon probably wouldn't see Ada when he arrives in Raccoon City.

Who would have thought that Lyon would arrive at the Raccoon City Police Department ahead of schedule, and then, under these circumstances, "accidentally" encounter his destined Ada? It's quite amusing, isn't it? Ring ring

Suddenly, Ada's satellite phone rang.

She glanced at it, then turned her gaze to Alvin, asking with a hint of inquiry, "Boss, would you mind if I take this call? It's from a former employer."

"It's okay, go ahead and answer it."

Alvin naturally knew who Ada's "former employer" was.

"This is Ada, please speak."

Ada hung up the call, a complicated expression on her face. "What? Okay, I need to ask for instructions."

Then, she looked at Alvin, her words unconsciously carrying a hint of respect. "Boss, Wesker wants to see you, saying he's willing to apologize and offer compensation for Umbrella's actions."

Umbrella? Apology? Compensation?

These three words can be connected?

Yani, who works at Umbrella, knows all too well what kind of company it is.

Unless they've suffered a major loss, how could they possibly back down so quickly?

Who exactly are you?

Yani swallowed hard, looking at Alvin in horror.

He was sitting on a chair in the police station lobby, stroking the "Black Dog" that looked as if it had been skinned alive and was extremely ugly.

Throughout the entire process, he showed not a trace of worry, as if he had anticipated this scene.

"As you can see, just an ordinary Rogue Trader." Alvin chuckled, found a chair, and sat down, glancing towards the door. "Looks like your former employer acted quickly; he was already outside the door the moment he hung up the phone."

Ada paused for a moment, then looked towards the door.

A man in a black trench coat and sunglasses pushed open the door and entered. Looking at Alvin sitting in the chair, a slight smile played on his lips, "Hello, Mr. Alvin, I am Albert Wesker, Ada's former employer, and I have just taken over as head of operations at Umbrella Corporation."

Alvin was observing Wesker, the most popular and charismatic villain in the Biohazard series.

It must be said that, in terms of temperament alone, Wesker has a tough guy vibe, with his signature sunglasses and trench coat, as if he stepped out of The Imperium.

Similarly, Wesker was also sizing up Alvin.

He was around twenty years old, with black hair and brown eyes, and an Asian-looking face. Sitting upright in that chair, he resembled a crouching lion, exuding an unapproachable aura.

At his feet lay a hideous Black Dog that looked as if it had been skinned alive, its bloodshot, vertical pupils staring coldly at him.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Wesker sensed a great danger from that "Black Dog."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Alvin."

Wesker immediately looked away, a mixture of caution and excitement in his eyes, and lowered his head. "I sincerely apologize for Umbrella's actions and am willing to offer compensation."

Alvin raised an eyebrow slightly, remaining unmoved, his tone flat and indifferent. "Unfortunately, I'm not interested in Umbrella's compensation."

"No, I guarantee you'll be interested."

Wesker's lips curled into a smile, as if ambition were gleaming in his eyes. "Oswell Edward Spencer. The founder of Umbrella Corporation, the source of the Raccoon City disaster. I believe you will be interested in him, Mr. Alvin."

Hearing this, Alvin suddenly became interested. He slightly opened his half-closed eyes, his gaze shifting as he scrutinized Wesker: "You... are you going to betray Spencer?"

"No, please don't say that, Mr. Alvin."

Wesker, true to his reputation as the most notorious traitor in the Biomancy, had a hint of awe mixed in with his ambitious gaze. "Everyone has the right to choose a better future, and I just saw your advantages a little earlier than those fools, didn't I?"

Alvin gave a playful smile and looked at Wesker: "Besides Spencer, what else do you have to give me?"

"Umbrella Corporation." Wesker sensed an opportunity in the other party's words and said without hesitation, "I can offer you all of Umbrella Corporation's research on 'viruses' to help you take control of the entire company, and Spencer's head!"

To make matters funny, I finished writing this chapter, went to eat, and after finishing, I noticed it hadn't been published. Turns out, it was scheduled for tomorrow.