Yin Kuang and Umbrella Corporation (Part 1)

Umbrella Corporation camp, command center.

"Sir! The connection is established."

The blonde technician lifted her head, tossing her shimmering golden seaweed-like hair, and spoke to the supervisor of the Umbrella Corporation Raccoon City branch.

"Very good, sweetheart." The supervisor took a wireless Bluetooth earpiece, placed it in his ear, and looked at the unusually young "Chinese student" on the computer screen, saying languidly, "Little friend from China, or... Mr. Agent from China, you seem to have something to say to me."

Somewhere in the southern district of Raccoon City, in front of a public phone booth.

When that public phone finally rang, Yin Kuang knew his twenty minutes of waving in front of the surveillance camera—nearly being "favored" by a wandering zombie—had not been in vain.

Yin Kuang picked up the phone, intending to greet the other party with the broken accent he had learned from his English teacher, but the other person spoke first. When Yin Kuang stood stunned for a long moment, finally grasping what the person on the other end had said, a bead of cold sweat couldn't help but trickle down his forehead. Me? An agent? Is that guy's brain broken? Someone like me, who might not even make it as a regular laborer, an agent?

Thus, Yin Kuang said, "Ma'am... no, no, sir... you have made a mistake. I... am not an agent. Just a... a student." Communicating with a foreigner for the first time, and in English, Yin Kuang was slightly nervous, mixing up "sir" and "ma'am."

"..." The other party fell silent for a moment, clearly unaccustomed to Yin Kuang's broken English. "Fine. Regardless of who you are, state your purpose."

If he were just an ordinary person, the supervisor wouldn't have bothered to pay him any mind. However, he was one of the "Chinese students" who had caused the Black Snake Mercenaries to suffer heavy losses. Therefore, he couldn't help but feel a bit curious about what this Chinese youth, who looked no older than twenty, wanted with him.

"I want the T-Virus Serum... the pure one..." Yin Kuang stated his purpose very directly. In fact, he knew that foreigners didn't like beating around the bush; they spoke directly and to the point. At the same time, Yin Kuang was also a person who liked to be straightforward.

"What? What did you say?" The supervisor already felt he was being toyed with; he suddenly had the urge to crush the Bluetooth earpiece in his ear. "Kid, this joke of yours isn't funny at all. And you've chosen the wrong person to joke with. Although I admire you lot for being able to teach the Black Snake a harsh lesson, that doesn't mean I can tolerate your stupidity."

Yin Kuang knew the other party was about to hang up. Although he could roughly understand the other's meaning, he hurriedly said, "I have a dog in my hand, a black dog. I think your Umbrella Corporation must be very interested in it. This is a magical dog."

"A dog?" The supervisor put the Bluetooth earpiece he had already removed back into his ear, a thought suddenly flashing through his mind. Damn it, I've been so focused on the Nemesis and Alice that I completely forgot about that magical Labrador.

Frowning, he said, "True, I do have a very strong interest in that Labrador. So, you have the dog?"

"Yes. To be honest, the reason I ambushed your company's security personnel was also because of this dog. As for the reason, I cannot say. But now, I want to use this dog to make a simple deal with your company. I think your company will be very willing. Because this dog is extremely important to your company."

Speaking a long string of English words was truly difficult for Yin Kuang, but fortunately, his English foundation was solid. Although his accent was poor, he could barely piece together simple sentences with simple words, and the general meaning was still quite clear.

The supervisor barely understood Yin Kuang's meaning, his smooth forehead slowly furrowing as he asked, "What do you want?"

"T-Virus Serum, the purest one." Yin Kuang said, "I think you have plenty of this stuff; I only need one dose. And you, you will get this dog."

"Ha!" The supervisor couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "Young Chinese kid, you should know that every dose of the T-Virus is incredibly precious. The higher the purity, the greater the value. You probably don't understand the market; diluted T-Virus can sell for 100 million USD on the black market—that's 100 million USD. You foolish Chinese boy, do you really think a Labrador is worth 100 million USD?"

Yin Kuang caught the implication. He's haggling. It seems this deal has a chance. Although I know the Umbrella Corporation might not trade honestly, I still have hope.

Thus, Yin Kuang said, "No, no, no! Sir, perhaps you are only interested in this black dog, but you absolutely do not know its true value. I dare to guarantee to you, I swear by my ancestors, the value of this dog far exceeds 100 million USD. It is even worth more than this entire Raccoon City."

The supervisor laughed, but his expression immediately turned grave.

Having some understanding of China, he knew that in China, swearing by one's ancestors was extremely sacred and solemn, just like those who believe in Christ swearing by Christ or the cross; it carried more weight than a legal contract.

"Then, please tell me, what is so special about this seemingly ordinary dog that it is worth more than the city you are in? Perhaps you don't even know how many billions of dollars this city is worth."

"Regardless of how many dollars it is worth, to your company, this dog is worth more than that." Yin Kuang turned his head, flashed a smile at the high-altitude camera, and said, "I swear, you will definitely crave it. You will obtain it for a price far lower than its actual value. Just one dose of the purest T-Virus Serum."

"State its value. I will calculate carefully whether this deal is worth it."

Yin Kuang said, "Please watch."

Having said that, Yin Kuang set the phone aside, then found a zombie corpse from somewhere and placed it under the camera. Then, he placed the black dog next to the zombie.

He picked up the receiver and said, "Sir, please don't blink. Next, you will witness a miracle."

After speaking, he went to the Labrador, took out a small knife, cut a slit in one of the black dog's paws, and caught a small cup of dog blood...

In front of the screen, the Umbrella Corporation supervisor suddenly barked, "Zoom in on the shot, you idiot."

The blonde technician was struck dumb with fear.

After the camera zoomed in, the supervisor saw it even more clearly. He watched as the Chinese boy sprinkled the black dog's blood onto the zombie bit by bit.

After doing all this, Yin Kuang was also very nervous. Although the previous experiment had indeed succeeded—the female zombie's corpse muscles had regained the elasticity and color of a human's, and the black, viscous blood had turned into red blood—he couldn't guarantee it would succeed this time.

However, Yin Kuang's luck was quite good after all. This time, he succeeded!

"Oh! My God... what am I seeing?!"

The supervisor didn't hold back his exclamation, his face blank. However, this blankness didn't last long, gradually transforming into excitement, agitation, and even madness!

It wasn't just him; the technician who had discovered the anomaly and the researchers who had crowded around were all going crazy!

"Its blood!! My God... my God! Oh Lord, Almighty God, have you finally revealed your divine power?" A bald researcher threw away the notebook in his hand, rushed to the screen, and pressed his face almost against it. "This dog's blood... it can actually decompose the T-Virus!?"

"Get out of the way! You old fool." The supervisor pushed the old researcher aside and leaned toward the screen himself, looking at the analytical data provided by the technicians. The screen clearly displayed various data conclusions; although it was only a preliminary assessment, it was enough to make the supervisor ecstatic. "I didn't see wrong, I didn't see wrong. I knew it, this dog must be very peculiar. I'm such a fool! I'm such a fool!!"

What the supervisor saw at this moment was no longer that dog, but money—lots and lots of USD—and status, status within the Umbrella Corporation. He seemed to already see himself becoming one of the decision-makers of the Umbrella Corporation, sitting on the throne of the board of directors, lecturing employees who had made mistakes, and even the superior supervisors who had once scolded and insulted him!