Umbrella Corporation in 2035

"Who do you want to give this ring to? No, you have a backup plan?" Shen Mangsheng clutched the Ring of the Goddess of Fortune tightly. She had discovered the crux of the matter, and her tone became harsh.

"Uh..." The sudden murderous aura made Russell swallow hard, and he chuckled dryly, "I was just saying. Actually, there's a woman who's been pursuing me lately."

"Who is it? What's their name? Where do they live?" Shen Menghan narrowed her eyes, a cold glint hidden within. Even if Russell was trying to fool her, her competitor had to be wary.

Russell shook his head vigorously. "I don't know, I ignored her every time she tried to strike up a conversation."

"What does she look like? Is she pretty?" Shen Menghan was still not giving up and continued to ask, pressing for details.

"You know, I always reject women who approach me, so I didn't pay much attention to her appearance. I can only say that she is 1.72 meters tall, with measurements of 86-60-91, long, straight black hair, a pretty face, and a good temperament. Judging from her clothes, I can tell that she comes from a wealthy family."

Shen Menghan: "..."

Damn it, you big jerk! You call this not a close look? If you had looked closely, you'd have to be completely honest with me.

Shen Menghan stomped her foot in anger, turned around and left, determined that as long as a bitch who met the above conditions appeared around Russell, she would break her legs and throw her into the sea to feed the sharks.

Russell, his face full of black lines, listened to the thumping sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Looking down, he saw the shoe prints sunken into the ground and thought to himself that bragging was indeed risky. If that foot had been any harder, his apartment building would have collapsed.

"No, I have to insure this building. If it collapses one day, the insurance company will cover it." Russell closed the door with lingering fear. The woman he made up on the spot didn't exist at all. His purpose was to get Shen Menghan to take back the ring. It worked very well. The Supergirl's IQ plummeted, and she succeeded with almost no effort.

He wasn't worried that Shen Menghan might accidentally hurt the woman who was pursuing him. The data was all made up on the spot; what were the chances of an exact match appearing?

Achoo!

Duan Xinlan sneezed for no reason and looked around suspiciously. Lately, she felt that people were always talking about her behind her back.

More than half a month passed in a blur. After sorting through the newly acquired cards, Russell started watching other movies, focusing on science fiction, fantasy, and horror.

These types of films are high-risk and dangerous, and not understanding the plot can put you at a significant disadvantage. He also excluded some films with relatively simple plots, such as zombie films, or Shocker that are essentially about mental illnesses disguised as horror films.

A movie that can be solved by masturbation, just rush through it.

Watching movies can be a rough and tedious process. While occasional enjoyment can be pleasant, watching them for extended periods, from morning till night without interruption, or even watching them three or four times in a row, can become quite unbearable.

Russell finally understood why so many film critics acted like they were on fire, attacking everyone and everything in the entertainment industry, from directors to actors. When you treat watching movies as work instead of relaxation, you become just as demanding as film critics.

Also, Shen Menghan comes every few days.

Shen Menghan always left with a happy smile. She had spent a lot of effort secretly investigating the women around Russell, but hadn't found any shark bait that matched the data. But this wasn't safe. Only when she saw Russell with lifeless eyes, staring like a dead fish, did she feel secure.

That day, Russell was at home in a daze, watching "Jackie Chan Adventures" and listening to A-Fu's witty remarks when a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Bite!]

[Attention, Host! The sixth mission world is about to begin. Ten-minute countdown has started. Please prepare!]

"Uncle Luo, we've detected a new world node. Time to set off."

Russell's blank expression suddenly changed. He gulped down the water in his cup, chewed and swallowed the goji berries and angelica root. "Damn it, it's finally here. If it doesn't start soon, I'm kicking the bucket."

He grumbled, took out his Space Ring from the drawer, put it on, and quietly waited for the ten-minute countdown. With the Space Ring, he no longer needed to spend time organizing his items as before; he could simply concentrate and silently count down.

Ten minutes later, Russell found himself in an office, with a middle-aged Black man who was slightly overweight sitting across from him at the desk.

"Russell, on behalf of the Chicago Police Department, I welcome you to the team. I am the captain of the homicide division and your immediate superior. You can call me John."

Russell paused for a moment, then quickly got into character. "Hello, Sheriff John!"

John was very approachable. He stood up, patted Russell on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Relax, don't be so reserved. I like it when the staff call me by my name. After all, we'll be colleagues from now on."

Russell seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation with him. "Alright then, John! To be honest, I'm a little surprised to have met such a friendly boss like you."

"Haha, I know what you're worried about. I can only say there's no need for that, because my skin isn't white either."

John smiled and picked up the cardboard box on the table, handing it to Russell: "Your badge and other identification are inside, along with the police car keys. The money in the manila envelope is for you to buy your sidearm. If you feel that this money won't buy you more powerful firepower, then I'm sorry, you'll have to pay for it yourself."

"More powerful firepower, could the Desert Eagle do it too?" Russell asked instinctively.

John shrugged. "Personally, I wouldn't recommend you do that, but if you feel it's necessary, that's fine too. This is Chicago, and it'll definitely be one of the most dangerous cities in the US, not just in 2035, but even in 3035."

"2035!?" Russell's heart skipped a beat. This was the pace of a science fiction movie. He wondered to himself which world he was in and what the plot was like.

John turned and sat down, oblivious to Russell's odd behavior. "Just kidding, if it were really 3035, we'd already be living on Mars."

"That's right, maybe the Earth has even left the solar system."

Russell picked up the police badge, which read 'Pioneer Model'. He casually fastened it to his belt, just like John had done, and then opened his police badge, which looked like a slightly sci-fi document.

The badge and sigil glowed blue, and there were three vertical stripes for identification and a metal chip. The rest of the information included his name and that he was in charge of Chicago's District 28.

All the information was written on the certificate, which was as reasonable as an old man in the beginner village. Now it was time to accept the quest.

"John, now that I'm officially on the job, are there any cases you'd like to assign me?"

"Dude, there's no need to rush! Although I like hardworking colleagues, you've just been transferred to Chicago and only completed your onboarding process today. Even if I give you a case, can you handle it all by yourself?"

Russell raised an eyebrow. "You mean you're going to introduce me to a partner who's familiar with the city?"

"Of course, this is a necessary procedure..." John paused mid-sentence, scratched his bald black head, and said helplessly, "You originally had two officers in District 28, but one of them switched to the Department of Revenue, and the other is on leave due to some trouble. I can only have a substitute officer help you get familiar with the environment. You don't mind, do you?"

"To be honest, I do mind a little. But..." Russell said with a straight face, then suddenly laughed, "If he could be as funny as you, John, then it would be fine."

"Haha, I like your personality, and I'm sure you'll integrate into the new family quickly." John picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. "But you used the wrong word. The acting officer isn't him, it's her."

"Her?" Russell racked his brains, searching for a powerful woman living in 2035 who was a Chicago police officer.

"Officer Ada Wong was originally in charge of the 50th District, but was temporarily transferred to the District 28. You are all Asian, so there shouldn't be any communication problems."

"Wait, John, what did you say her name was?"

"Ada Wong! What's wrong? Is something the problem?"

Russell was dumbfounded. What did he mean by "something's not right"? This was just too damn wrong. When Ada Wong was mentioned, an image of a short-haired beauty in a red, slit cheongsam with long legs and a pistol strapped to her waist automatically popped into his mind.

Why did the storyline of Resident Evil extend from the promised 2035?

John chuckled. "Russell, you're not thinking of a zombie-themed shooting game, are you?"

Russell was even more confused. Could it be that he was wrong and it was just a coincidence that they had the same name?

"I'm glad we're both fans of classic shooters, but I'm sorry to disappoint you. If Umbrella Corporation existed in this world, I would be the first to take it down."

"No Umbrella Corporation is such good news!"

"Haha, I find we get along really well!" John continued, "I've given your phone number to Ada, she'll contact you after work. Go home and rest today, you look... uh, overworked."

Russell's face darkened; he had indeed been working day and night and had lost weight.

"Young man, be more restrained, or you'll regret it when you reach my age," John said maliciously. He was a good boss who could get along with his subordinates like friends.

"Alright, John, thank you for your kindness. I'll be going now if I have nothing else to say."

"There are some instructions: no shooting games at nightclubs, get your service weapon sorted out as soon as possible, and be in top spirits for your first day on duty..." John continued jokingly, full of malice, "Be careful of Ada. She's a famous policewoman in Chicago, and many people want to be her Leon. If you manage to win her over, be prepared to be ostracized by everyone, including me."

Russell: "..."

This boss is being a little too cheerful; no wonder he has so many forehead wrinkles!

Finally, I wish you good luck!

"Thanks!"

Russell pushed open the door and left the office to go down to the first floor. The space of more than 500 square meters was filled with desks. Most of the police officers were out on duty, and only a few people were working.

Russell took out the number from the cardboard box, found his desk, tidied it up briefly, nodded to a few curious colleagues to get acquainted, and then went to the parking lot.

Looking at the basement full of police cars, he was a little stumped. He pressed the start switch to find his assigned car, but he soon realized a new problem.

Where do I live?

Russell was most satisfied with the system's feature of assigning a legitimate identity to each mission world. However, the system still had shortcomings; he lacked memories of the new world, making it difficult to assume a new identity.

"Hello, officer, is there anything I can help you with?"

Russell stood in front of the police car, looking troubled, when a robot emerged from the corner, approached him, and politely asked.