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In the cramped space, there was only the faint noise of the elevator running.
Ding.
The elevator has arrived at the designated floor.
The two stepped out of the elevator, found their room number, and swiped their cards to open the door.
Click.
As soon as the door opened, a distinctive hotel smell of disinfectant mixed with the carpet wafted out.
The room was a standard double room, not big, but fairly clean.
Zhou Ye locked the door behind him and put on the safety chain.
He didn't relax immediately and activated the [Fragment of the Herrscher of the Void] ability again.
An invisible wave swept across the entire room in an instant.
Walls, ceiling, floor, bed, table and chairs, television, telephone, bathroom...
Every corner and every possible gap was carefully inspected.
【clean.】
Zhou Ye made a judgment in his mind.
It seems that Takashiro Soichiro's men haven't gone that far, or rather, they think that tampering with things on the train is enough.
He nodded to Nami.
Nami understood.
She walked to the center of the room, raised her hand, and a barely perceptible magical aura swirled around her fingertips.
The intricate runes flashed through the air, blending into the surrounding walls and space.
A basic yet sufficiently effective magical defensive barrier was quietly set up.
Sound insulation, anti-detection, basic physical protection.
After doing all this, Nami finally let out a long sigh of relief. The feigned fatigue on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of languor and dissatisfaction.
"Done. I'm exhausted. Acting is no human job." She complained, taking off her coat and tossing it on the sofa.
Zhou Ye also relaxed, and his nerves, which had been tense all day, could finally relax.
He looked at Nami, who was also looking at him.
There was an unspoken understanding in the air.
"Shall we take a shower first?" Zhou Ye suggested.
"Together?" Nami raised an eyebrow.
"Ah."
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, mixed with the occasional whispers and soft laughter of the two.
Wash away the fatigue, the smell of blood, and the carefully maintained facade.
When the two of them emerged from the bathroom wrapped in towels and still damp, it was already completely dark outside.
The neon lights of Raccoon City cast dappled shadows in the room through the gaps in the curtains.
The two didn't say much and simply collapsed onto the soft bed.
Sleeping in each other's arms.
As for the Takashiro family and Umbrella, we'll talk about tomorrow after we wake up.
Now, they need to rest.
In the dimly lit office of Soichiro Takashiro at Umbrella, Raccoon City.
He sat quietly in front of the monitor, his brows slowly furrowing. The screen displayed a split-screen view of the interior of Zhou Ye's car, along with audio waveforms. Empty seats, a silent cabin. The two people had gotten out of the car two hours ago.
interesting.
Takashiro Soichiro tapped his fingers on the table.
The deputy stood aside and reported in a low voice:
They first went to a 24-hour restaurant in the city center for lunch, and then walked to a nearby business hotel. They checked in using their teacher's identification.
There was no unusual activity?
No. They were cautious the whole way, but it seemed more like post-traumatic alertness than deliberate counter-surveillance.
Takashiro Soichiro twirled the pen in his hand, his expression unreadable.
That Zhou Ye is more cowardly than I imagined. A hint of contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.
They were so afraid of offending us that they didn't even dare to go home.
Should we send someone to the hotel to confirm? The deputy asked.
No need. Takashiro Soichiro shook his head. Since they didn't know there was a bug in the car, everything would be clear when they got back to the car tomorrow.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the night view of Raccoon City.
Continue the surveillance. They keep their mouths shut at school, acting like frightened ordinary people. But what will they say in private, in places they consider safe?
clear.
The deputy bowed and left the office, leaving Takashiro Soichiro alone to think.
He picked up a document from the table, which contained background investigation reports on Zhou Ye and Tohsaka Nami.
It's too clean. So clean it doesn't look real.
He put down the documents, his eyes cold.
Zhou Ye, Nami Tohsaka, your secret won't stay hidden for long.
On the other side of the city, in the North Ward of Raccoon City.
An unassuming weapon shop, its signboard flickering. The words "Fire Dragon Weapons and Equipment" appeared and disappeared in the night.
The shop door was pushed open, and the wind chimes made a crisp sound.
The shop owner looked up and saw three tall, well-built customers walk in. They were dressed in plain clothes, but their demeanor betrayed their identities as police officers.
"Welcome." The shop owner said in a flat tone.
Gil Valentine walked at the front; she wasn't wearing a ponytail today, her chestnut-blonde hair falling loose over her shoulders. She headed straight for the pistol area.
Two Beretta 92Fs. She said, plus four more magazines, and 9mm bullets, the more the better.
Two?
The shop owner raised an eyebrow.
"My friend needs one too." Jill gestured to Chris Redfield behind her.
The shopkeeper nodded and took out two brand-new Berettas from under the counter.
Meanwhile, Barry Bolton moved to the shotgun area on the other side. A Mossberg M590, a leather holster, and the corresponding 12-gauge shotgun shells.
The shop owner glanced at his burly physique but didn't ask any further questions.
Sign, fill out forms, and provide identification. The shop owner pushed over a few documents; you know the procedure.
Jill produced her police ID. STARS, Special Needs.
The shop owner glanced at the identification and was slightly surprised. "You are the second batch of STARS members to arrive today."
"3.4 Second batch?" Chris asked warily.
Rebecca Chambos and Vickers came earlier too. The shop owner was busy organizing documents; it seems you guys are really in trouble and need this much firepower.
The three exchanged a glance but remained silent.
Jill signed the papers, paid, and took the heavy paper bag. Inside were her self-defense weapons—two Beretta rifles and enough ammunition.
Thank you. She thanked her briefly.
Be careful. The shop owner said things haven't been peaceful in the city lately.
Jill nodded, pushed open the door, and left. Barry and Chris followed closely behind.
Outside the door, the night breeze was slightly cool.
The three quickly separated and went in different directions.
Jill walked to her blue car, looked around to make sure no one was following her, and then opened the door. Instead of starting the car immediately, she took a small signal jammer from her bag and turned it on.
The small device flashed red, scanning for any electronic listening devices that might be present inside the vehicle.
[Cleaning.] Screen display.
Jill breathed a sigh of relief before starting the car.
Zhou Ye is right. She whispered, there's nowhere safe left in this city.
The car drove into the dark street and disappeared into the night.
Inside the hotel room, Zhou Ye and Nami snuggled together on the bed. They had already drifted off to sleep and would have a good talk with Takashiro Yuriko after they had slept enough.
Speaking of Mrs. Takagi, you don't miss your daughter Saya either...
Chapter 48 Zhou Ye: Madam Gao Cheng, don't you miss your daughter Saya either?
Deep within the underground research institute in Raccoon City.
Dr. William Birkin paced around the enormous culture tank, his footsteps echoing jarringly in the empty laboratory.
His hands were clenched tightly, his knuckles white, and his face wore a distorted expression that was a mixture of excitement and extreme anxiety.
Inside the culture tank, in the murky liquid, some kind of tissue is slowly wriggling, emitting an ominous aura.
[G-virus...my masterpiece...almost done, almost finished!]
[That idiot Albert died in the mansion, and the whole plan might be exposed!]
The old guys at the company have been giving me strange looks lately... What are they up to? Are they going to discard me after I've served my purpose?