Money, fame, status, and even... more!
And it all hinged on that dog! As long as he got his hands on it, he could have everything he wanted.
Even with his composure, he couldn't control the muscles in his face at that moment.
"Sir, I believe you've seen the value of this dog. So, can we begin our deal?" Yin Kuang picked up the phone and stared into the camera. "But before we do, I need to remind you that the dog's fate is in my hands. I know it's impolite of me to say this. But for my own safety—and, of course, so that you can get this remarkable dog—I hope we can make this a pleasant transaction."
The supervisor gradually regained his composure. His cold eyes fixed on the screen as he looked at the smiling Chinese boy.
"Chinese boy, tell me what you want. I assume you're after more than just the T-Virus?"
At the supervisor's words, Yin Kuang gave a bitter smile. "I knew the Umbrella Corporation wouldn't simply agree to trade with me... I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. How could the 'Headmaster' let me get my hands on the T-Virus so easily? Fortunately, I'd already planned for this."
With that in mind, Yin Kuang said, "That's right. I want more than the T-Virus. I also need you to provide me with a set of weapons and equipment."
"Weapons?" The supervisor was taken aback. "If I'm right, you want them to protect yourself, don't you? There's no need to go to all that trouble. I can send a helicopter to get you safely out of Raccoon City. You can take the purest T-Virus on the black market and get a good price for it."
Yin Kuang sneered inwardly. Do you think I'm an idiot? If I got on your plane, I'd be thrown out before it even landed. Of course, he didn't let any of that show. Instead, he put on an angry expression and said, "Your Umbrella security guards killed my good friend. They're also hiding behind me, waiting for a chance to kill me. So I need weapons to kill them and avenge my friend."
"Haha!" The supervisor laughed. "My friend from China, there's no need for you to get your hands dirty. Taking care of something like that would be easy for me. To show my sincerity, I'd be honored to do it myself—kill them and avenge your friend."
"No." Yin Kuang shook his head. "I want to kill them with my own hands. I swore it to my dead friend. I don't need anyone's help. I just need you to provide the weapons. Of course, I'd be even more grateful if you could tell me where they are."
"This... Then what about our deal?"
Yin Kuang said, "Once I've killed them, we can proceed with the deal. To show my sincerity, I've already left a small cup of the black dog's blood outside the Li-Ning Store on Banyan Street, not far from here. You can take it back and analyze it to confirm I'm not lying. And please drop the weapons at my current location."
The supervisor considered this for a moment. "All right."
"Sir, I hope we can work well together. After all, the dog's fate is in my hands. It means nothing to me, but to you... I think you know what it means. So a smooth and pleasant deal benefits us both." That was what Yin Kuang said.
A cold glint flashed in the supervisor's eyes before giving way to a look of resignation. He smiled. "As you say in China, 'Cooperation benefits both sides.' You can rest assured that I'm completely sincere about this deal."
"I believe you."
After exchanging goodbyes, they ended the call. Yin Kuang disappeared from the screen as well, carrying off the dog that had everyone worked up.
"Sir, no matter what, you have to get that dog! You must! It's a miracle, an unprecedented opportunity. We'll usher in a whole new era!" The bald researcher clutched the supervisor by the collar and shouted frantically.
The supervisor kicked him to the ground and looked down at him. As he straightened his collar, he said, "My dear Dr. Isaacs, I must correct your choice of words. It isn't 'we.' It's me!"
"No... No... Sir, you can't do this. You can't!"
"Our Dr. Isaacs is tired and needs a good rest." He beckoned, and two burly men came forward and dragged the shouting Dr. Isaacs away.
"God will punish you, you greedy, scheming little man..."
The supervisor sneered. "All right, now that it's finally quiet, let's get to work, ladies and gentlemen. You, put me through to Nicholas at once..."
The blonde woman hesitated, about to ask a question, but then she met the supervisor's icy gaze. "Yes, sir. Right away."
Soon, Nicholas's face appeared on the screen. His rugged face was as hard as rock, devoid of expression. His beastlike eyes seemed capable of devouring any living thing.
"Sir, I believe our contract has been terminated. We don't seem to have anything left to discuss," Nicholas said coldly.
"No, no, no." The supervisor smiled. "We had nothing to discuss before, but now we do."
Nicholas stared coldly into the camera, as if trying to read the supervisor's expression. "I'm listening."
"I accept your original terms," the supervisor said. "We'll provide you with new weapons, ample ammunition, and precise intelligence to help you avenge your fallen comrades. I'm deeply sorry about their deaths, especially since they died protecting the Umbrella Corporation."
"So what do you want in return?" Nicholas said with a scoff.
"The dog. The black Labrador." The supervisor said, "I'll send a helicopter to pick you up and your men, then get you safely out of Raccoon City. You'll also receive a very generous payment—enough to live in luxury and comfort for the rest of your lives, anywhere in the world."
"Damn it! That damn animal again!" Nicholas suddenly roared in a frenzy and punched the phone booth's glass, nearly knocking the whole booth over. "I've already lost more than half my men over that dog. How dare you make such a demand?"
The supervisor shrugged. "It's a fair trade, Mr. Nicholas. You want revenge for your men, I want the dog, and I'll pay you a huge commission. You know you'll have a hard time getting your revenge without my support."
"That's not necessarily true..." Nicholas sneered. "I've already pinpointed their location."
"But if you want to protect your remaining men and successfully kill those Chinese agents, you'll need my help. Nicholas, you should think this through rationally." The supervisor deliberately called Yin Kuang and the others "agents."
"Agents?" Nicholas said. "They're agents?"
"A group of Chinese agents posing as Chinese exchange students," the supervisor said. Then he added, "They're elite, too."
Nicholas took the bait. "Elite? I'll show you what real elite soldiers are with my bullets. I expect your weapons to arrive as soon as possible. I can't stand sharing the same city air with them any longer. Get them here now!"
With that, he smashed the phone in his hand to the ground.
The supervisor smiled triumphantly. "See? Just as I said, everything is under my control."
"Sir... What about Alice and the Nemesis Project?" a technician asked nervously.
"What? Do you need me to tell you what to do?"
"Oh, I'll stop it right away..."
"Idiot! Imbecile!" The supervisor kicked the technician and sent him flying. "Who told you to stop it? Keep everything running. Record and organize all the data, then transmit it to the company headquarters. And nothing happened here. You don't know anything about Chinese agents, and there's no Labrador. There's only Nemesis and that sexy Alice. Understand?"
Clearly, the supervisor, whose ambition had suddenly swelled, intended to keep the whole matter secret. Once he got tangible results from the dog, every bit of credit would be his alone. All the glory, fame, and status would belong to him!
"Yes, sir..."
No one present was a fool. They knew the supervisor meant to take all the credit for himself. Though they loathed the scheming supervisor, who was even stingier than Scrooge, they didn't dare defy him. They didn't want to be fed to the zombies.
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