Yin Kuang and Umbrella Corporation (Part 2)

Money, fame, status, and even... more!

The prerequisite for all of this was that dog!! As long as he obtained that dog, he could obtain everything he desired.

Even with his level of composure, he could not control the muscles in his face at this moment.

"Sir, I think you have already seen the value of this dog. So, can we begin the transaction now?" Yin Kuang picked up the phone, stared into the camera, and said, "However, before that, I need to remind you. The fate of this dog is currently in my hands. I know it is very impolite to say this, but for the sake of my own safety—and, of course, to ensure you can obtain this miraculous dog—I hope we can have a pleasant transaction."

The supervisor gradually calmed down, his cold, piercing eyes fixed on the screen, watching the face of the smiling Chinese boy.

"Chinese boy, state your demands. I assume you don't just want to obtain the T-Virus, do you?"

Hearing the supervisor's words, Yin Kuang let out a bitter smile. I knew it, Umbrella Corporation wouldn't trade with me so easily... Also, how could the "Headmaster" let me obtain the T-Virus so easily? Fortunately, I had already planned for this.

Thinking of this, Yin Kuang said, "That's right, I don't just want the T-Virus; I also need you to provide me with a set of weapons and equipment."

"Weapons?" The supervisor was taken aback and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you want those weapons for self-protection? There's no need for such trouble. I can send a helicopter to safely extract you from Raccoon City. You can take the purest T-Virus and sell it for a good price on the black market."

Yin Kuang sneered in his heart, thinking: Do you take me for a fool? Once I board your helicopter, I'll likely be thrown out before it even lands. Of course, he didn't show any of this on his face; instead, he feigned anger and said, "Your Umbrella Corporation security team killed my good friend, and they are still lurking behind me, preparing to kill me as well. Therefore, I need weapons to kill them and avenge my friend."

"Haha!" The supervisor laughed and said, "My friend from China, you don't need to do it yourself at all. Such a small matter is something I can easily handle. So, to show my sincerity, I would be honored to do it for you—to kill them and avenge your friend."

"No." Yin Kuang shook his head and said, "I want to kill them with my own hands. I swore an oath to my deceased friend. I don't need anyone's help; I only need you to provide the weapons. Of course, if you could provide their location, I would be even more grateful."

"This... then what about our transaction?"

Yin Kuang said, "Once I have killed them, we can officially conduct the transaction. Of course, to show my sincerity, I have already placed a small vial of the black dog's blood at the entrance of the Li-Ning Store on Banyan Street, not far from here. You can take it back for research and analysis to prove that I am not deceiving you. At the same time, please drop the weapons at my current location."

The supervisor pondered for a moment and said, "Very well."

"Sir, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation. After all, the fate of this dog is in my hands. It means nothing to me, but to you... I think you should know what it signifies. Therefore, a pleasant and smooth cooperation is beneficial for both you and me," Yin Kuang said.

A flash of coldness crossed the supervisor's eyes, which then turned into a look of feigned helplessness as he smiled and said, "To use your Chinese saying, it is 'mutual benefit.' You can rest assured; I am very sincere about trading with you."

"I think so too."

After saying goodbye to each other, they hung up the call. Yin Kuang then vanished from the screen, carrying the dog that had everyone in a frenzy as he left.

"Sir, no matter what, we must get that dog! We must! This is a miracle, an unprecedented opportunity; we will usher in a new era!!" The bald researcher grabbed the supervisor by the collar and said frantically.

The supervisor kicked him to the ground, looked down at him with disdain, and while adjusting his collar, said, "My dear Dr. Isaacs, I find it necessary to correct your choice of words. Not 'we'—but 'I'!"

"No... no... sir, you cannot do this, you cannot!"

"Our Dr. Isaacs is tired and needs a good rest." After saying this, he gestured, and two burly men walked over, dragging the screaming Dr. Isaacs away.

"God will punish you, you greedy, sinister little man..."

The supervisor sneered and said, "There, it's finally quiet. Get to work, ladies and gentlemen. You, help me connect to Nicholas immediately..."

The blonde woman was stunned and was about to ask a question, but she met the supervisor's cold, piercing eyes. "Yes, sir, I'll do it right away."

Soon, Nicholas's face appeared on the screen. His face, as hard as rock, was devoid of any expression. Those beast-like eyes seemed capable of devouring any living creature.

"Sir, I believe our contract has been terminated. We don't seem to have any common ground anymore," Nicholas said coldly.

"No, no, no." The supervisor laughed, "We didn't have common ground before, but now we do."

Nicholas stared coldly at the camera, as if trying to see the supervisor's true expression. "I'm listening."

"I agree to your previous conditions," the supervisor said. "I will provide you with brand-new weapons and equipment, sufficient ammunition, and precise intelligence support to help you avenge your fallen comrades. I feel deep regret for them; after all, they died for Umbrella Corporation."

"Then, what do you want to get?" Nicholas curled his lip and asked.

"That dog. The black Labrador," the supervisor said. "When the time comes, I will send a helicopter to pick you up and send you safely out of Raccoon City. You will also receive a very generous reward. Enough for you to spend the rest of your lives in luxury and comfort anywhere in the world."

"Damn it, it's that damn beast again!" Nicholas suddenly roared in a rage, punching the glass of the phone booth and nearly overturning the entire structure. "Because of that dog, I've already lost more than half of my team. How dare you make such a request?"

The supervisor shrugged and said, "To each his own, Mr. Nicholas. You want to avenge your teammates, and I want that dog, while also paying you a huge commission. You should know that without my support, it will be very difficult for you to fulfill your wish for revenge."

"That's not necessarily true..." Nicholas sneered and said, "I have already determined their location."

"But if you want to protect your remaining teammates and successfully kill that group of Chinese agents, you cannot do without my help. Nicholas, you should treat this matter rationally." The supervisor deliberately identified Yin Kuang and the others as "agents."

"Agents?" Nicholas said. "They are agents?"

"A group of Chinese agents using Chinese international students as a cover," the supervisor said. Then, he added, "They are also elite."

Sure enough, Nicholas fell for it. "Elite? I will use my bullets to tell you what true elite is. I hope your weapons support arrives as soon as possible; I can no longer tolerate them breathing the air of the same city as me. Immediately!"

After saying that, he slammed the phone down.

The supervisor smiled triumphantly and said, "Look, just as I said, everything is under my control."

"Sir... what about Alice and the Nemesis Project..." a technician asked tentatively.

"What? Do I need to teach you that too?"

"Oh, then I'll stop it immediately..."

"Fool! Idiot!" The supervisor kicked the technician away and said, "Who told you to stop it! Everything continues. Record and organize all data and transmit it synchronously to the company headquarters! Also, nothing has happened here. You don't know anything about Chinese agents, and there is no Labrador—there is only the Nemesis, and that sexy Alice? Do you understand?"

Clearly, this suddenly ambitious supervisor intended to cover up the incident. Once he obtained actual results from that dog, all the credit would be his alone. All the glory, fame, and status would belong to him!

"Yes, yes..."

Everyone present was not stupid; they knew this supervisor wanted to claim all the credit for himself. Although they hated this sinister and miserly supervisor—who was even stingier than Grandet—they dared not show the slightest defiance. They didn't want to be fed to the zombies.