From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

"Wait, what kind of look is that?"

"Excuse me for speaking out, Mr. Smith."

Charon looked at him with admiration: "In my opinion, you are more suited to develop your career on Broadway or in Hollywood. With your talent and... hard skills, you could definitely obtain a lot of resources. It's a waste of your talent to be an assassin."

Xiao Miao shrugged: "There's nothing I can do. Becoming an assassin is fate's arrangement. It's all the fault of timing. Let's not talk about that. Do you have any suitable jobs for me?"

Charon raised his hand to an empty seat in the lobby: "Please rest for a moment, and the waiter will bring you the 'menu'."

Xiao Miao sat in an empty seat and waited, while several assassins around him browsed the 'menu'.

Most people had drinks in front of them, but Xiao Miao didn't order any. He couldn't afford that kind of pretentious consumption yet.

The assassins in the mainland hotels only accept gold coins for their services, not US dollars. One gold coin equals one request: one drink, one hotel stay, one supply of guns and ammunition, or one custom-made suit.

One gold coin is worth about $50, but nobody is foolish enough to exchange gold coins for Franklins.

The waiter didn't keep Xiao Miao waiting long and quickly brought over a 'menu'. The front and back covers of the menu were made of some kind of animal leather. The feel of the leather might not be great, but it was definitely very valuable.

In short, it's high-class!

Xiao Miao looked at the menu over and over again, her brows furrowing deeply.

"Kill your cheating wife, kill your unfaithful husband, kill your boyfriend who witnessed you being cheated on...wait, there's also the international student part? Beat up your boss, assassinate the neighbor's annoying dog...what on earth is all this?!"

There are only five missions allowed in the World Mission Record, so why waste those chances on such a low-level mission?

Xiao Miao found Charon and asked if there were any other missions. Charon said that there were many higher-level missions, but Xiao Miao's assassin level was not high enough, or rather, his reputation was not high enough, so he could not accept the commission.

Unless the client designates Xiao Miao to take the order, or if the person at the top of the table gives the order, the rules are the rules and cannot be changed.

Xiao Miao expressed his understanding and planned to rent a house near the hotel to wait for the commission every day. On the way, Saeko Busujima's aggrieved voice rang out in the soul connection.

"Master, if you need, Saeko... Saeko is fine too. There's no need to find a shady woman."

Saeko Busujima is jealous!

Xiao Miao's expression instantly turned serious, and his solemn voice entered Saeko's mind: "It's different, Saeko, you're different from them!"

"Eh?"

"You will always be the most special one to me. How can you compare to other women? I only dated them casually, with specific purposes in mind. Only with you can I truly be with you."

"So...that's what Master thinks!"

"Of course, now that we've formed a soul contract, you should be able to sense that I'm not lying."

"Hmm~~~"

Saeko Busujima stopped talking and remained inside Xiao Miao's body, lost in thought.

Xiao Miao touched the katana pattern on his left hand and hailed a taxi by the roadside.

If you're looking to rent a suitable place, asking a local taxi driver is always a good idea.

In the car, the driver barely acknowledged Xiao Miao. Xiao Miao took out a Franklin note from her pocket, and accidentally dropped a Beretta M92 while taking out the money. The driver immediately became talkative and took Xiao Miao to a great deal and high-quality property.

That evening, Xiao Miao returned to the Continental Hotel in New York and sat alone in the lobby, waiting for the commission to be updated. There was nothing on the table in front of him, making it look very shabby.

Typical characteristics of a newbie.

Many veteran assassins glanced at Xiao Miao, their eyes revealing a sense of superiority—the kind of condescension a tycoon would show to a poor guy.

Xiao Miao didn't care about the way others were looking at him; the system notification prompted him to open the panel:

[Ding! Name change detected!]

[Current title: Somewhat well-known!]

"Somewhat famous?" Xiao Miao was taken aback. He hadn't completed a single commission, so how could he be somewhat famous? What had he done?

Oh... Perkins.

This name seems rather shady.

The whispers in the hall grew louder, and names like "John Wick" and "Russian Gang" drifted into Xiao Miao's ears.

By the way, based on the progress of the movie's plot, John Wick should have just been captured by Vigor, the leader of the Russian gang, and taken to an abandoned factory to be executed.

Xiao Miao suddenly remembered that the leader of that Russian gang, Vigo, seemed to be quite wealthy. There was a scene in the movie where he opened a safe, and a pile of bright orange gold coins flashed by.

Money isn't everything, but you can't get anywhere without it. Money gives men courage; you only have confidence when you have money.

Thinking of this, Xiao Miao got up and walked to the front desk.

"Mr. Smith, is there anything I can do for you?" Charon asked with a polite smile.

Xiao Miao took out his only gold coin and placed it in front of Charon: "I need Vigor's exact location, now."

Charon's smile vanished: "Mr. Smith, please forgive my bluntness, but it's unlikely that a newcomer will have a good outcome if he rashly intervenes in the matter between Vigor and the Babayaga."

This is a well-intentioned reminder.

"Nightmare" is John Wick's industry nickname; it wasn't something he earned himself, but a title he earned through blood and fire.

Xiao Miao smiled and nodded: "Yes, I know."

His tone was calm, yet it conveyed an air of undeniable authority.

Charon: "...Alright, if you insist."

He put the gold coins in his pocket, and a moment later a waiter brought him a card with an address written on it.

Xiao Miao took the address and turned to leave. He had only taken two steps when he heard Charon's voice behind him.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Smith. This is a personal matter... What exactly are you planning to do?" Charon asked seriously.

He was worried about his friend John Wick.

Reason told him that even if Xiao Miao wanted to deal with John, this inexperienced rookie wouldn't be able to cause any trouble in front of Night Demon, but...

But Xiao Miao's performance was too confident. Charon had worked as a hotel receptionist for so many years and boasted that he had developed a keen eye for people. Xiao Miao was definitely not a simple person.

As for why it wasn't simple, Charon had no clue.

"One gold coin, one request." Xiao Miao stopped, turned around, and looked at Charon: "These are the rules you set yourselves."

Charon snapped out of his daze and quickly tossed a gold coin to Xiao Miao: "I'm sorry, I was being rude."

Xiao Miao caught the gold coin, thought for two seconds, and then casually shoved it into his pocket: "It's fine to tell you, I'll go get the money."

"Withdraw money?"

Charon was stunned for a moment, never expecting such an answer. He wanted to ask more questions, but found that the other person had already turned and left. The figure grew smaller and smaller in Charon's eyes until it disappeared from the hotel entrance.

"Withdraw money..."

Charon pondered the word repeatedly, gradually appreciating its nuances, and couldn't help but catch his breath: "What an overbearing newcomer!"

............

Inside a warehouse in the city.

John Wick, who looks remarkably like Mr. Saviour, is tied to a chair.

The head of the Russian gang, Vigor, who is also the head of the Tarasov family, sat opposite John Wick, with three henchmen standing around him for close protection, and more henchmen patrolling inside and outside the factory.

"John Wick, you're still the same as before—reckless and ignorant."

With graying temples, Weige appeared to be smiling, but in reality, he was extremely angry.

"During the day in the church, did you even know what was in the safe you burned down?"

Before John Wick could answer, Viggo continued, "The artwork and cash, those certainly have some value, but that's not the point! The dirt I've accumulated in this city over the years—the recordings, the physical evidence, the blackmail records… those are the real priceless treasures, priceless treasures! And now they're all gone!"

John pursed his lips, savoring the memory: "Hmm, I actually quite enjoyed burning those."

Vigor laughed in anger, punched John to the ground, and, hearing the roar of the engine, could no longer contain his rage: "Which idiot is driving? Grab him!"

"Yes, boss!"

One of the underlings nodded and walked out of the factory. Taking the opportunity, Vigor shook his swollen and bleeding fist, pretending to be nonchalant, and continued to interrogate John.

Before they could even exchange two questions, the roar of the car engine suddenly intensified, and then...

boom!

A dump truck crashed through the gate, and the steel doors, faced with an unstoppable and terrifying force, became as brittle as glass.

The underling, who had just reached the door, couldn't dodge in time and made direct contact with the dump truck. His entire body was instantly shattered, turning into a pile of mangled flesh that flew backward and crashed in front of Weige.