From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Continental Hotel, New York.

After Xiao Miao walked out the door, she looked back at the front desk and met Charon's slightly apologetic gaze.

He had intended to buy some equipment at a hotel in mainland China, but Charon told him that the High Table had issued a strict order that no hotel in mainland China or any related gang was allowed to sell equipment to Xiao Miao.

Winston didn't know what kind of warning he had received, but it was clear that the old man had given in.

Xiao Miao will be unable to obtain supplies from the mainland hotels until the matter with the Brotherhood is resolved.

He only got the bulletproof phone.

"Very good, High Table..."

Xiao Miao drove away, already having an idea of ​​what the fifth commissioned task would entail.

The Hummer drove to John Wick's suburban villa, only to find it had been bombed into ruins and John Wick had disappeared.

It seems the plot of John Wick 2 has begun.

After searching around without finding any equipment, Xiao Miao had no choice but to drive back to the abandoned factory. Just as the Hummer came to a stop, he saw Wesley driving a garbage truck toward him.

A pungent, sour smell of rotting and fermentation wafted over, and faint squeaking sounds emanated from the garbage truck.

Xiao Miao knew the car was full of rats!

The Brotherhood's headquarters were located in a textile factory in the suburbs. Although it was called a textile factory, it was more like a medieval castle that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. That's why Cross came up with the idea of ​​using rat bombs to create a breakthrough for the four of them.

He poured sleeping pills into the garbage truck, and soon hundreds and thousands of rats fell into a deep sleep. Cross brought over a bunch of watch bombs and beckoned Xiao Miao to get out of the car to help.

The four of them strapped about a third of the rats with watch bombs, then threw them back into the garbage truck, poured in a large amount of peanut butter mixed with ammonium nitrate, and let the rats have a feast inside the garbage truck.

When it's time to attack the Brotherhood, someone will need to drive a garbage truck to smash open the castle gates. Once the garbage truck is open, these rats will scurry into every corner of the castle, turning into countless miniature explosives and completely disrupting the situation.

The textile factory had undergone countless renovations and reconstructions, and all the detailed construction drawings had long been destroyed. However, Cross, a long-time employee of the Brotherhood, managed to memorize the entire architectural structure of the textile factory—except for Sloan's office on the 5th floor.

He drew a structural diagram of the textile factory from memory, and even thoughtfully marked the weak points and the best attack routes to help everyone adapt to the situation.

After the initial operational guidelines were determined, the next step was to select weapons.

The fear of insufficient firepower is contagious. After his confrontation with Xiao Miao, Firefox also realized the inadequacy of his pistol and decided to get some more powerful toys.

You should bring at least a few grenades and flashbangs!

The cross opened the armory, allowing Xiao Miao and the other two to choose their preferred weapons. Xiao Miao wandered around for a couple of minutes, then looked disappointed.

"What? Don't you have what you need?" Cross was a little surprised. His armory was full of valuable items. What did this guy want?

Xiao Miao picked up the bulletproof vest in his hand: "Besides this guy, I didn't see any other bulletproof gear. Are all the assassins in your Brotherhood this reckless?"

"Tactical helmets affect bullet time and arc shooting, and wearing bulletproof equipment increases the load and exacerbates physical exertion, so it's not worth it," Cross explained.

The Brotherhood's top assassins specialize in one-hit kills, and bullet time is their sharpest weapon, a move that is extremely physically demanding.

Therefore, people like Cross and Firefox often don't even wear bulletproof vests, just so they can use bullet time one more time.

"Attack on the Brotherhood headquarters is completely different from your usual assassination missions. The four of us are fighting against so many Brotherhood members. Even if you are confident that you can dodge other people's guns, what about stray bullets?" Xiao Miao said.

Intense firefights in complex terrain, with stray bullets flying everywhere, are the most dangerous thing.

Cross thought about it and felt that Xiao Miao made sense. The most important thing was that Wesley was also clamoring to participate in the operation. Cross could not persuade him and had to agree, but he did not want his son to die from a stray bullet.

"I originally planned to buy four sets of protective gear at a hotel in mainland China, but unfortunately they don't sell them there, for reasons you know." Xiao Miao shrugged.

Cross expressed his understanding, patting his chest and guaranteeing, "It's just four sets of armor. Leave this to me, I'll handle it in no time."

As a top figure in the industry, Cross has accumulated a lot of connections over the years, so now is the perfect time to make use of them.

"That's amazing? Could you get me an M1A1?"

Cross scratched his head: "M1A1? Oh, you mean M4A1, right? No problem, that gun is pretty easy to get."

Xiao Miao shook his head: "No, it's M1A1."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, then Cross rolled his eyes: "Stop messing around, that's a main battle tank, you might as well just shoot me."

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

The No. 17 textile factory was built along the river. On one side of the riverbank, two figures hid themselves with the help of the lush reeds.

It was the cross and Xiao Miao.

The terrain here isn't exactly concealed, but it's conveniently located in a blind spot for surveillance, making it the best attack route carefully chosen by Cross.

The two were fully armed and looked like special forces soldiers on a mission.

"We're in position, Wesley. Are you ready over there?" Cross whispered, pressing one hand against his headset.

"The rats are very active, we can start anytime." Wesley replied coldly from the passenger seat of the garbage truck, tightening his grip on the submachine gun, wishing he could be in front of Sloan the next second.

That damned cabinet actually tried to make me kill my own father, and then they wanted to get rid of me afterwards. They're inhuman!

In the driver's seat, Firefox gripped the steering wheel with both hands, his eyes expressionless.

Driving the garbage truck was the most dangerous task. After crashing through the gate, she would be targeted by assassins stationed on the city wall. However, Firefox did not complain about this arrangement because it was something she had actively sought.

Wesley, however, had reservations about the arrangement. He planned to drive the garbage truck in place of the goddess, but the cross refused to agree. He didn't even want Wesley to participate in the operation, let alone carry out such a dangerous mission.

Neither of them could convince the other, so they had to compromise. Wesley got into the passenger seat to protect Firefox.

The simp was very satisfied with this arrangement and vowed never to let his goddess be harmed.

Cross took a deep breath and slowly gave the order: "Begin the operation, and... be careful!"

"receive!"

Upon hearing the command in his earpiece, Firefox took a deep breath, started the garbage truck, and drove at a leisurely pace to the entrance of the textile factory.

The assassins stationed on the city wall of the textile factory looked over when they heard the sound, but looked away after seeing that it was a garbage truck. Only a few people noticed that something was wrong, but they couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong.

Firefox shifted into reverse, floored the accelerator, and the garbage truck engine roared as it slammed into the oak gate of the textile factory.

boom!

The oak gate was smashed open in an instant, and the garbage truck, still with momentum, reversed straight into the yard. Firefox quickly stepped on the brakes, then shifted gears and started driving outwards, wedging the front of the truck into the gate frame.

"Kill them!"

From his hiding place on the third floor, Sloan gave the order, and all the assassins opened fire simultaneously.

Bullets rained down on the garbage truck like a storm, but were all stopped by the thick armor, sending sparks flying.

The garbage truck had been specially modified; bullets hitting the truck bed only left white scratches. Seeing that their shooting was ineffective, the assassins all aimed at the driver's seat.

But at this moment, the thick castle walls became an excellent cover.

Firefox parked the car right inside the archway, limiting the assassin's firing range from the city wall, making it impossible for him to aim at the driver's cab.

Inside the cab, Wesley pressed the switch to dump the garbage. The hydraulic cylinder hummed, and the heavy garbage truck slowly opened, activating the garbage dumping mode.

Accompanied by a stench, countless rats covered in peanut butter were pushed out of the carriage and scattered frantically after landing.

The rats, drawn to the darkness, instinctively ran towards the relatively dark textile factory. This "rat bomb" tactic was originally the signature move of the core member "Insecticide." Many assassins realized that something was wrong and immediately turned their guns to shoot the rats.

Inside a secret room on the third floor, the three—tall, short, and fat—stood at a narrow window, peering down.

"Wow, a rat bomb, what a creative idea! The person who invented this must have a lot in common with those necromancers," the fat man chuckled.

The tall, thin man looked at the short man and asked, "Should we go down and help now?"

"No need," the dwarf said nonchalantly. "We just need to protect Sloan. What do we care about the lives of the other assassins? We can use them to test the strength of that Skywalker. Fatty has a bad feeling about this; we should respect the werewolf's intuition."