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Pascal packed his belongings and prepared to leave the research institute via the elevator, while Mrs. Grey, engrossed in the centrifuge and V-mixer, waved back to indicate that she had heard his greeting.
"Ah......."
Pascal smiled helplessly, pressed the elevator button, and left the underground research institute, preparing to return to his company.
The Mercury sisters and Morido are on the seventh floor; they are probably packing their things to leave.
Go up and say hello to them, help them out, and then leave together...
The plan was changed; in addition to the orange-lit first-floor button, the seventh-floor button also responded to Pascal's touch.
However, the elevator will of course stop on the first floor.
Pascal, who was looking at the recent news on his phone, was drawn to the pitch-black scene after the elevator doors opened and unconsciously looked up.
The employees had already left, so turning off the lights was perfectly normal. Usually, the whole company turns off the lights after 11 p.m.
But haven't all the employees left normally? No one has been scheduled to work overtime recently. Unless you report it separately, working overtime without permission is not allowed in this company. It's a requirement set up specifically to prevent certain secrets from being exposed.
So why could you see several figures walking in even after the automatic sensor door opened?
Pascal frowned as he stared at the several dark figures in front of the company entrance until the darkness was completely blocked by two metal doors.
If someone works overtime, everyone, including all the Paradis dolls and Pascal himself, will be notified and will be asked to pay more attention to that employee during their evening work hours. However, it is clear that Pascal has no recollection of these figures.
......
The elevator doors opened on the seventh floor, and Pascal, carrying a white women's shoulder bag, quickly stepped out.
Something's not right...
After turning a corner, Pascal ran into several colleagues from Paradis.
They were supposed to exchange friendly greetings in the evening, but Pascal's expression was far from relaxed, which puzzled his three colleagues. Usually, Pascal would join them for a drink after work to unwind, so why did he look so...?
"Morido, is anyone working overtime tonight?"
Pascal's expression turned serious for once.
Although Morido found it strange, she slowly shook her head: "No, what's wrong?"
"A few people came to the company just now, but I don't remember them."
As soon as she finished speaking, Morido and her two sisters looked at each other, their faces instantly turning icy cold.
Nemokin asked, "Did they see you taking the subway?"
"The lights in the company are already off, only the elevator is lit, so they've probably already seen it."
Pascal recounted the situation, but she was unclear why Nemokin had asked that question.
But this seems to confirm their suspicions...
"It seems the moth was granted the warmth of the fire..."
"Then, he plunged into the real flames."
Nemokin and Mercury Rose suddenly began a strange conversation, and their eerie smiles, along with their words, sent chills down one's spine like a crocodile surfacing.
"Looks like Gray guessed it..."
The same is true for Morito.
Pascal, however, remained oblivious, unaware of the implications his colleagues were referring to.
Morido sneered, "Pascal, go to the office area, make yourself a cup of coffee and relax. Leave the rest to us..."
......
......
In the darkness, only the outlines of the building outside the glass and the bridge in the distance were clearly visible. The location of the view could only be seen from some nearby decorations and facilities, indicating that this was an office that no longer had any employees.
"Ding~" A burst of light tore through the darkness, followed by a slow sound of footsteps. Six people dressed in black stepped out of the elevator, their unfriendly eyes barely visible beneath their masks.
Seemingly searching for something, the six people split into three groups after leaving the elevator and dispersed in different directions, wandering around the office.
They didn't seem to be looking for valuables; there were so many things in the office, yet they ignored them completely, walking straight past, as if their goal wasn't limited to that...
One group went to the document storage area on the west side, hoping to find their target there.
And indeed, they saw some of the things they wanted to see...
In the corridor, two girls in black dresses stood, one of them covering her face and laughing, her long, dark gold patterned sleeves drooping as if mocking her mercilessly.
Without hesitation, the two men took out pistols from their inner pockets, aimed them at the two girls, and pulled the triggers.
However, the two girls raised their arms, and the bullets were blocked by their hands, piercing through their sleeves and hitting their fair skin. Red liquid slowly flowed from the tear in their elegant dresses.
But the two girls seemed to feel no pain at all, not even a slight pain. They simply raised their "injured" arms and showed a slightly distressed expression.
Were they worried about their wounds, or their torn clothes?
The two froze on the spot. This didn't seem like a reaction to being shot...
"Sigh, this dress was specially made for me by the Commander. I'm going to wear it to dance with the Commander at the party later..."
...What exactly is she saying?
The two men took two steps back; the girl's abnormal reaction to the blow had already made them want to retreat.
It seems like I've kicked a hornet's nest...
After a brief moment of silence for her torn dress, the girl suddenly raised her head, her yellow pupils gleaming in the darkness, seemingly unleashing a suffocating malice.
"Getting lost isn't your fault, but you can't break into someone's home and lay hands on them just because you're hungry..."
The girl's voice echoed in the gloomy, cold corridor, sending chills down one's spine.
Yes, that's it, it's time to run. What kind of normal person is someone who can't even be hurt by a gun?
The two men holstered their pistols and prepared to leave, but what happened next completely shocked them...
It looked as if a black venomous snake had emerged from the bottomless cuff...
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"What the hell is that?!"
Finally, one of them couldn't help but burst out cursing. Even though they had been trained to respond to stressful situations, they were still shocked by such a situation that was beyond their comprehension.
"Shh, it's closing time now. Please keep quiet and leave in an orderly manner..."
From the sleeve of another girl, a black tentacle also emerged and rushed towards the two at an extremely fast speed.
In the darkness, only when they got close enough did they notice the patterns on the tentacles and the bearing sound as the claws twisted.
At the last moment, his pupils contracted instantly. In his eyes, all he could see was the mechanical arm rushing towards him at incredible speed, then opening its "blood-red maw"...
......
"Click, click..."
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"What's that strong fishy smell...?"
Ten minutes later, Pascal sat in her office chair with a cup of coffee, intending to enjoy her coffee with its 9:1 sugar content during this rare moment of peace. However, a strong smell of blood wafted over, temporarily dampening her enthusiasm.
Curiosity ultimately prevailed, and Pascal put down his coffee cup, preparing to follow the smell to see what had happened.
The smell should be coming from where the documents are stored. It's not exactly a short distance from the east side of the office area, but the smell has traveled way too far...
As Pascal turned the corner, he ran into Nemokin, who was walking slowly toward him. Pascal was caught off guard and was startled by her.
If it were just a chance encounter, that would be fine, since there have been precedents, and she wouldn't be frightened by people she's already met. But Nemokin was covered in blood...
Pascal immediately guessed what it was.
"You... what happened to those people...?"
"No doubt about it, it's exactly what you think."
The stench of blood was overwhelming at this moment. Dark red liquid dripped from the cuffs of Nemokin's sleeves hanging limply at her side. Cruelty and evil were buried in her hands, and the crimson hue, which had not yet faded with time, was telling of unparalleled sorrow.
Pascal understood their style of doing things, but he still found it hard to accept when he faced it in person.
Nemokin raised her arm, and her sleeve fell down, revealing her once fair and delicate hand stained with a glaring scarlet. She seemed disgusted by this and casually flicked it twice toward the ground.
"Looks like the cleaners will have to spray a lot more air freshener tomorrow."
She didn't see anything wrong with it and was still thinking about tomorrow.
Pascal hesitated, "Have you confirmed their identities? You didn't even ask them before you attacked?"
"There's no need to ask; it was all within Mrs. Grey's expectations."
Nemokin chuckled twice and slowly began to explain to Pascal.
"Do you remember what we talked about when Wesker from Umbrella came?"
"I remember, one week."
Pascal nodded.
"A week is just an empty promise. Ever since Gray mentioned this timeframe, Wesker has been doubting that we would actually compromise. According to Gray, he only gave us five days. If there are no results within five days, they will most likely try to deal with us and then proceed with the acquisition."
The girl casually took a tissue from the table, wiped away some of the blood, and then threw it into the trash can.
"Of course he didn't know that we would be able to develop a new drug that could compete with them in the market within a week, but he would definitely try to prevent us from having any chance of turning the tables, and taking action was the best way. So, on the sixth night, these guys were sent over. They just didn't expect that we weren't normal people to begin with."
"...I thought those two short gunshots were your doing."
Pascal rubbed his nose, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Nemokin's tone became more mocking: "They did it. We were just acting in self-defense. Of course, that's all in theory now. The surveillance footage and the body have all been disposed of. They might wonder why all the people they sent have disappeared, but they have no way of finding out. They sent people to do dirty work, and we dealt with them using special methods. They have no reason to publicly ask us where these people went. There are no bodies, no videos. We just need to play dumb, and they can't do anything about it."
"Therefore, Umbrella never bothered to inquire about the whereabouts of these people afterward, because if they were asked, they would always be the ones in the wrong..."
Pascal said in a deep voice.
“That’s right. This failure was mostly unexpected for them, but even if they wanted to investigate, they had no starting point because of the ‘lack of evidence’ and the ‘illicit motives’.”
Then, Nemokin took out a can of Coke from behind her back and handed it to the other person, her smile finally relaxing.
"We bought it from the company's vending machine. We know Miss Pascal probably can't stand the smell of blood, so please bear with it for a bit. We can go back once we're done."
Pascal silently accepted the Coke, but her deliberately exaggerated expression of discomfort hinted to the other person that she truly disliked the environment.
But she had no choice. She had to adapt to the new environment. After all, the Paradis people liked to make a fuss all the time, and she felt out of place here.
"Try not to come to the company alone during this period. You have to protect yourself. After all, we are being watched."
"Thanks for reminding."
After saying that, Nemokin put her hand away and quickly left in the direction she had come from.
It looks like they won't be able to finish dealing with this anytime soon...
"Oh, right, we still have two alive. Miss Pascal, aren't you planning to research new humanoid combat support equipment? You can use these two as you please."
"Uh, please spare me..."
Pascal's discomfort became increasingly apparent.
I feel that the issue I need to worry about the least is security. There will be more and more Nietos in the company, and I guess the people who should be worried are those with bad intentions, not me.
Someone who spends all day in the lab has never seen anything like this.
"Oh no, the coffee will get cold if we leave it any longer!"
Pascal suddenly turned around, jogged to the office chair, and quickly picked up his coffee and took a couple of sips.
"Phew~ The smell of blood doesn't seem so strong anymore..."
If we only consider the taste, this cup of coffee might be more terrifying than the smell of blood...
Meanwhile, in the research institute, Mrs. Grey placed a pink pill on the table, examined it carefully for a while, and then looked up.
She had already seen everything that happened above through the surveillance cameras on the wall.
I took off my gloves, picked up my coffee, took a sip, and realized it was no longer at the optimal temperature.
For Umbrella, this is only the beginning...
Recall the balance of power.