From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Watching Xiao Miao and the cross disappear at the hotel entrance, Charon left his post with a heavy heart and found Winston tasting wine in the underground safe house.

"Sir, if I may be so bold, you have probably made a wrong decision just now."

Charon refers to Winston disobeying the High Table's orders, accepting the Cross's mandate, and distributing it to his assassins.

Winston smiled. "Mr. Cross's commission was issued yesterday, and the target hasn't been killed by our assassins. So, strictly speaking, what just happened was just an extension of the previous commission, a manifestation of the New York Continental Hotel's responsibility to its clients. The High Table's orders were only issued today. You understand, everything is within the rules."

Charon shook his head: "Sir, those people would never approve of such wordplay."

"Relax, Charon." Winston poured Charon a glass of whiskey. "As long as the operations are in accordance with the rules, there's room for negotiation. Besides... no investment is without risk."

"Do you really think those two alone can overthrow the Brotherhood?"

Charon knew the Cross was powerful and acknowledged Xiao Miao's abilities, but the other party was the Brotherhood! A killer organization that had survived for thousands of years, and even the High Table dared not easily provoke them.

Charon did not believe that the impossible task could be accomplished by just the two of them.

"Of course, I have high hopes for them, although I also think the chances are slim."

Winston pushed the whiskey toward Charon: "Have a drink and relax. Don't be too tense. Don't worry about the High Table's accountability. Actually, I've already spoken to another assassin organization, and they've agreed to help me smooth things over."

Having run the Continental Hotel in New York for so many years, Winston had accumulated a considerable network of connections, which gave him the confidence to play word games.

Charon frowned: "Besides the Brotherhood, I can't think of any other assassin organization that would dare to interfere in the High Table's affairs."

Winston smiled mysteriously and slowly uttered three letters: "ICA!"

"ICA!!!" Charon was completely stunned. It was the first time he had ever heard that his boss had connections with the ICA!

ICA stands for International Contracts Agency.

This organization is not well-known in the assassin world, and many people have never even heard of it, but it is actually a powerful organization jointly established by global arms dealers, political giants, and Asian pornography tycoons.

ICA has long-standing secret collaborations with the CIA, FBI, MI6, NSA, Interpol, and the United Nations, carrying out extreme missions that governments "cannot disclose," such as counterterrorism, nuclear proliferation prevention, protection of political figures, and assassination of warlords and high-ranking officials.

The financial backers of the mainland hotels come from the oil and related industries, and the operating strategy of their various global branches is to penetrate deep into the grassroots, winning by relying on the number of gangs and assassins under their control in various countries.

Unlike other groups, the ICA specializes in ruthless crimes. They kill African warlords, ambitious figures, anti-D elements, and even presidents of countries without hesitation.

The assassins under ICA are also quite unique; they are all bald, and there is a barcode on the back of their heads.

"So don't worry about me." Winston poured himself another half glass of wine. "Let's turn our attention back to the fraternity. To be honest, I'm looking forward to seeing how Mr. Smith performs."

"I will bring you the latest intelligence in a timely manner." Charon nodded.

.......

In an abandoned factory, the rusty iron gates slammed open to the sides, emitting a labored groan.

The cross led Xiao Miao into the factory, indicating that he would be trained in arc shooting techniques there.

Xiao Miao looked around and nodded secretly. The dilapidated factory building seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, but in fact, it had a hidden world inside. With the modification of the cross, the factory building had both soundproofing and concealment, making it a good place to practice shooting.

Cross casually pulled out an old oil drum from the corner to use as a table, then opened the Syrian-style freezer, took out a box of ice from next to a corpse, and poured himself a glass of ice water.

"Do you want it?"

Xiao Miao politely declined, saying, "No, no."

He was afraid the smell of the corpse would seep into the ice, and he was also worried that the water from the cross wouldn't be clean.

Cross was just being polite to Xiao Miao. Upon hearing this, he casually closed the freezer door, gulped down half a glass of ice water, took out his pistol, spun it around twice, and slammed it onto the oil drum with a snap.

"I'll only teach you for one week. How much you learn depends entirely on your individual talent, understand?"

Xiao Miao nodded; this was the agreed-upon content.

The cross continued, "To learn how to shoot in an arc, you must first break through your own mindset, abandon your previous beliefs, and believe that you can do things that ordinary people cannot."

Xiao Miao: "..."

The way you're saying it sounds like Morpheus is training Neo!

Seeing that Xiao Miao remained silent, Cross continued, "I know you're confused, but that's the truth. I witnessed your battle at the port of Paris. There's no doubt you possess the talent to become a top assassin, but you don't know how to develop it."

Xiao Miao feigned a puzzled expression and asked, "So how should I develop it?"

"To develop this talent, you must first understand the principles."

Cross picked up the remaining half glass of ice water, took a sip, and continued, "When you were fighting in the port of Paris, did you feel your heart beating very fast? In fact, your heart rate can reach 400 beats per minute, filling your blood with adrenaline... blah blah... Wabi-bab... thus giving you physical qualities and perception abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. Mastering curved shooting is just a natural thing."

Xiao Miao nodded. These words sounded somewhat familiar. Not long ago, he had... cough cough, used a similar excuse to fool others... twice.

"Fortunately, you've already gotten into that state, so I don't need to guide you from the beginning. To be honest, this step takes the most time. Watch closely, I'm going to demonstrate the technique of arc shooting for you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Cross suddenly picked up the pistol from the oil drum, swung his right arm in a circular motion, and the sound of his rapid heartbeat reached Xiao Miao's ears.

Xiao Miao felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end. It wasn't that the cross harbored any ill will towards him; it was simply his body's instinctive reaction to danger.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet shot out from the muzzle, drawing a clear arc in the air, bypassing the dilapidated mechanical arm, and accurately hitting the glass bottle behind it.

The bottle shattered, and shards of glass flew everywhere.

"Did you see that just now? This move doesn't actually have many techniques. The most important thing is to get into the zone instantly, then swing the gun with maximum force to shoot an arc first, and then pursue accuracy."

The cross gave Xiao Miao an encouraging look: "Give it a try. If you're talented enough, maybe I can get rid of my teacher status tomorrow."

Xiao Miao pulled out his sidearm. His intuition told him that this was not physical at all, but the cross shattered his doubts with irrefutable facts.

Perhaps it's because the rules of the world are different.

Let's give it a try!

Xiao Miao took a deep breath, his eyes sharp as knives, and his entire aura underwent a dramatic change.

The cross nodded silently, displaying a very impressive aura.

Xiao Miao kept recalling the posture of the cross in his mind, his eyes locked on another glass bottle behind the mechanical arm, and he concentrated all his strength in his waist, abdomen and arms. The next second, he suddenly swung the pistol and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

"Clang, clang, pfft~"

The bullet struck the old machine tool, ricocheted twice, and then passed through the cross's thigh, taking away a piece of flesh.

"what!"

Cross screamed in agony, clutching his leg and collapsing to the ground.

Xiao Miao looked down at the gun in his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face: "It seems I've learned zigzag shooting. Is this talent...?"

"You learned your horse #@&￥*&.....son of the B#%￥*#@......"