From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

The former offices in the abandoned factory have now been transformed into bathrooms by a cross.

The murky medicinal liquid in the bathtub emitted wisps of steam. Lying in the liquid like a cross, blood trickled from the wound on her thigh.

Xiao Miao brought over a bucket of scalding hot wax and poured it all into the medicinal liquid. The wax spread and floated on the surface of the liquid, quickly forming a wax seal that locked the medicinal power in the water.

The cross, with its droopy face, is questioning the meaning of life.

"Alright, the stray bullets just keep brushing against you, and I can't control them." Xiao Miao threw down the bucket and rolled her eyes.

Cross knew this was purely bad luck on his part, and sighed, "Until you master curved shooting, you should go to the shooting range to practice."

"No problem." Xiao Miao nodded in agreement, but did not leave immediately. He looked at the medicinal water in the bathtub, wondering how he could get his hands on the formula.

In Xiao Miao's view, besides the Weaver of Fate and the outrageous bloodline of assassins, the Brotherhood's most valuable asset is this pool of unremarkable, murky potion.

The medicine can stimulate white blood cells in the body and accelerate the recovery process. Whether it's a knife wound, gunshot wound, contusion, or fracture, soaking in the pool for a few hours will make you feel much better.

The recipe for the cross was naturally stolen from the Brotherhood, and even the style of this bathroom is modeled after the Brotherhood's recovery room, which is one of the reasons why the Brotherhood is able to train top assassins.

No one can guarantee they won't get hurt. Blood and fire are the lifeblood of top assassins, and a broken leg could end an assassin's career.

Brotherhood assassins don't have this problem, which is why they can continuously accumulate experience and become stronger.

Xiao Miao initially wanted to use his financial power directly, but then thought that the Cross shouldn't be short of money. After thinking it over, he simply asked directly, "This potion is a secret formula of the Brotherhood, right? Haven't you considered making money from it?"

The miraculous effects of this healing elixir could easily support a medical trust. At that point, Brotherhood leader Sloan would only have one problem left: how to spend the money that kept pouring into his pocket.

The cross grinned: "Completely unrealistic. Do you even know what the most important ingredient in the recipe is?"

"What is it?" Xiao Miao pricked up her ears.

"People, lots of people! Otherwise, why do you think I keep corpses in my refrigerator?"

"This..." Xiao Miao really hadn't expected this.

Is this the American version of "you are what you eat"?

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

Three days later, at the shooting range inside the abandoned factory, Xiao Miao swung his gun and fired a shot, the bullet still flying wildly.

Cross shook his head and sighed, doubting his own judgment, and turned to leave the shooting range.

After the cross left, Xiao Miao raised the Beretta M92 in his hand again, held his breath, and a wisp of azure magic flowed from his palm.

Azure blue is the original color of magic; the blood red that appears when using enslavement magic is actually a distortion caused by the magic itself.

During the first day of practice, Xiao Miao discovered that the cross method wouldn't work, so he immediately began to explore his own techniques.

The magic within his body was like a completely new limb. Xiao Miao was not familiar with how to control it, and the magic was not very obedient, giving him a feeling similar to when he played Human: Fall Flat and Beast Party.

In just three days, Xiao Miao had figured out how to manipulate magic and attach it to bullets. Because he lacked a control group, he didn't know whether his talent was good or bad.

Pulling the trigger, the primer ignited the gunpowder, and the moment the bullet left the barrel, Xiao Miao immediately manipulated his magic to pull it horizontally.

Xiao Miao felt like he was pulling a high-speed transport vehicle.

Guided by Xiao Miao, the bullet shifted a few centimeters to the side, bypassed the obstacle, and then moved back. It then went completely out of control, flew a distance, and hit the target.

The system notification sounded, and Xiao Miao was overjoyed.

"Does this count as mastering curved shooting?"

He opened the system panel, and two lines of information immediately caught his eye:

[Ding! After diligent practice, you have mastered the skill on your own!]

[Skill: Magic Attachment Lv1]

Xiao Miao: ......

Although it's not an arc shot, the Magic Infusion skill seems to be more practical.

Four more days passed, and Xiao Miao successfully upgraded the Magic Attachment skill to level 4. Within 20 meters, he could initially simulate the effect of arc shooting, but it wouldn't work beyond that.

"The week is over, it's time for us to move out." Cross holstered his sidearm, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Do you have a goal?" Xiao Miao asked.

The Brotherhood is too powerful; we cannot act rashly. We can only defeat them one by one.

Cross originally planned to assassinate the Brotherhood's top assassins one by one, but with Mr. X's death, the entire Brotherhood became extremely sensitive, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Sloan further ordered core members to always be in pairs, preventing Cross from having any opportunity to strike.

Cross nodded: "I've prepared the bait, and I'm just waiting for the prey to jump in. Before that, you should familiarize yourself with the intelligence."

He pulled a stack of documents from his pocket, each accompanied by a photograph: "The core members of the Brotherhood each possess unique skills. Be careful not to challenge their areas of expertise. This is Sloan, the leader of the Brotherhood. In his youth, he was an all-around killer. Although he's old, he's still not to be underestimated..."

"This is Firefox, a master of curved shooting, very strong. This is Butcher... Gunsmith... Repairman, Insecticide..."

"Wait, you seem to have overlooked someone." Xiao Miao interrupted Cross, pulling out a photo of Wesley from his pocket: "I'm also investigating the Brotherhood. This newcomer is named Wesley; he's very talented and deserves our attention."

Cross's heart skipped a beat, but he forcibly suppressed his shock and said calmly, "He's just a newbie. How strong can a newly trained assassin be? No need to worry about him."

Cross lied. Wesley was actually his son. To prevent his son from becoming a bloodthirsty killer, Cross cruelly abandoned Wesley after his spouse's death, leaving him to grow up as an orphan.

Unfortunately, this matter could not be kept from Sloan in the end. The Brotherhood found Wesley again, fully awakened his killer instincts, and trained him to be the ace against the cross.

Because the cross cannot be used against one's own son!

That is why the cross is even more eager to destroy the Brotherhood before the Son is completely corrupted.

"Really? But I remember you also said that people with the bloodline of top assassins can fully realize their talents in a short time. What if Wesley is that kind of person?" Xiao Miao raised an eyebrow, asking knowingly.

Cross keenly sensed the unusual tone in Xiao Miao's voice, and his face darkened: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Stop pretending. Wesley is your son. Even though you don't look alike, you love him very much, and that can't be faked."

Click!

Without a word, Cross pulled out his Magnum Eagle II and aimed it at Xiao Miao's head. At the same time, a cold object pressed against Cross's neck from behind.

"!!!"

Cross was startled. He hadn't noticed anyone behind him at all. Turning his head, he saw a samurai sword pressed against his neck.

"The premise of cooperation is openness and honesty. Your own son... your son is in the hands of the other party. You have to hide such an important thing from me, Mr. Cross. I have serious doubts about your motives."

cross:......

What does it mean to remove the word "biological"? Although we don't look alike at all, the killer bloodline can't be faked!