From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Yuri paced back and forth in the office like a headless fly.

There's no way he'll pay me. Forget about compensation, he doesn't even plan to pay the balance on the order. If the ICA has the guts, they can come and ask him for it themselves.

ICA's claim is merely a statement, shifting the blame to Yuri. If they want them to continue sending assassins, it's simple: more money!

The problem is that Yuri has already spent a lot of money!

The money was spent, but the matter wasn't resolved yet; he could imagine his double, Belikov, burning with rage.

If it weren't for that guy's brilliant idea, I wouldn't have gone to the mainland hotel to make the request, and there wouldn't have been so much trouble afterwards.

Now that things have gone wrong, I have to take the blame. I deserve to die!

The Continental Hotel in New York, too, where did you find such an outrageous guy?!

Couldn't they have sent a complete novice to handle this?

Yuri is now filled with regret, deep regret. One wrong step has led to eternal regret; he's boarded the ship of the substitute, and it'll be hard to get off now.

Just then, a voice quietly entered the office.

"The bureau chief has quite a temper."

"Who?" Yuri was startled and immediately stood up and drew his gun.

He was a former KGB officer and a skilled operator in his youth. At this moment, Yuri was incredibly grateful for his daily training to maintain his condition; otherwise, he would never have been able to draw his gun so quickly.

The office window suddenly opened, letting in a blast of cold wind from Siberia, and a dark shadow flashed past the window.

The shadowy figure was faster, and Yuri couldn't react in time. He felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and his pistol flew out of his hand.

The next second, the shadow closed in, and it felt as if a heavy hammer had struck my chest. My body flew backward, crashing into the bookshelf, and then slammed heavily onto the expensive carpet.

"The reaction was quick, but it was useless."

The cold soles of the shoes made intimate contact with Yuri's cheeks, and the earthy smell filled his nostrils.

The sharp pain in his chest made it hard for Yuri to breathe. He gasped for air, his agent instincts kicking in, and he instinctively tried to gather information: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

This was also Yuri's biggest question.

It's worth noting that his office is located on the top floor of the FSB headquarters building, with only one entrance and exit at the main entrance. The elevator that leads to the top floor is guarded 24 hours a day.

As for climbing in through the window... don't be ridiculous. This is a 15-story building. No one can climb up the exterior wall in the cold wind unless they're not human.

A cold wind kept pouring into the room through the open windows, and Yuri was more inclined to believe that this was a tactic by the enemy to mislead him, just to cover up the spies they had planted in the FSB.

With special forces members who believe in Allah, Huqbar already in place, it's quite normal for an inside agent to emerge.

Xiao Miao slowly increased the pressure, pressing Yuri's face into the carpet: "I haven't even asked any questions yet, and you're already asking them. Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Yuri winced in pain: "Ouch, what do you want to know?"

"Tell me, where is that stand-in having fun now? Did he throw a smutty party and not invite me?"

substitute!

The moment Yuri heard this word, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Only a few people knew about the president's double, and even the team of surgeons who performed the plastic surgery back then had choked to death while eating potatoes in Siberia. How did he know?

It's that bitch Nika!

Yuri instantly understood everything, cursing the stand-in for being more trouble than he was worth.

He had said before that the safest way was to send someone to shoot Nika dead, and nothing would happen. Or he could run her over with a truck; he'd heard that was a popular way to die in Japan, a clean and quick way.

The stand-in wouldn't listen and insisted on doing the micromanagement himself, trying to use the trick of a hired killer to get away with it. Well, now he's gone too far.

"What stand? I don't know what you're talking about." Yuri grinned as the pressure from the sole of his shoe increased, making him suffer terribly.

But he would never admit to using a body double, even if you beat him to death.

If I refuse to tell, the worst that can happen is death; but if I do, my whole family might suffer.

"I'm sorry, your answer is incorrect."

Xiao Miao said calmly, "Never mind, I'll do it myself."

Yuri swallowed hard. He knew what "do it yourself" meant. Back in the KGB, he had undergone training in resisting torture.

I thought that after taking on a high position, this skill would become useless, but I never expected it would still come in handy one day.

Yuri took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waited for the interrogation. A few seconds later, he felt several thick objects quietly touch his body through his clothes.

Yuri: "?"

What the heck?

He opened his eyes and saw several dark tentacles crawling all over his body, which immediately gave him goosebumps.

"You..." Yuri wanted to say something, but an inexplicable drowsiness gradually enveloped his mind. His will was suppressed, his eyelids began to droop, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

In the second before falling asleep, Yuri was filled with despair.

No wonder the other side could take on more than thirty special forces soldiers single-handedly, no wonder the ICA assassins kept failing, it turns out the other side wasn't human!

It was not a fault of war, it was not a fault of war!

After overwhelming Yuri's mind with her overwhelming soul strength, Xiao Miao began to use hypnosis. Yuri entered a semi-conscious state, muttering Mao-style English.

A moment later, Xiao Miao successfully obtained the position of the stand-in president, Belikov. The energy tentacles did not leave Yuri's body; he wanted to verify an idea, or rather, an operation.

"You're a penguin, you're a penguin, you're a penguin~~~"

Xiao Miao's thoughts continuously fed this idea into Yuri's mind.

A few minutes later, feeling the hypnosis was almost complete, Xiao Miao used his tentacles to slap Yuri's face to wake him: "Who are you?"

"I am Minato... I, I am Yuri Markov, the director of the FSB!"

Yuri's cognition was very strong, and the hypnosis failed.

Xiao Miao was not discouraged. As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. He never expected to succeed on his first try.

The hypnotic ability activated again, and Yuri fell back into a dazed, semi-sleep state. Xiao Miao's will pressured his mind while continuously bombarding him with information:

"You're a penguin, you're a penguin, you're a penguin~~~"

Yuri is awakened once again.

Who are you?

"I'm Minato Penguin, no, I'm not Minato Penguin, I'm...who am I?"

Xiao Miao nodded secretly. It worked! Let's try again!

Half an hour later.

[Ding! Skill level increased...]

[Hypnosis level 5 → 6!]

Who are you?

"I'm Minato Penguin, I'm Minato Penguin, I'm Minato Penguin!" Yuri said cheerfully.

If Xiao Miao hadn't used his tentacles to control his hands and feet, he would have even wanted to stand up and sway his body.

Great, you succeeded!

Hypnosis skills truly have unlimited potential.

Having achieved the goal of the first phase, Xiao Miao began to try the second phase of the hypnosis plan.

Using chaotic energy as a medium, Xiao Miao continuously poured his thoughts into Yuri's body. After another ten minutes, Xiao Miao slowly asked, "Who are you?"

"I...I am Xiao Nanniang, Belikov's mistress. We've been together for ten years...wait, no, that's right, that's right, that's right, oh no, no..."

Yuri's expression was distorted, and his pupils were constantly dilating. It was clear that the information Xiao Miao had instilled in him was in serious conflict with his original worldview, and the hypnotic effect was very unstable.

Seeing this, Xiao Miao once again used his hypnotic skills, while constantly adjusting his strategy, shifting from violent mental suppression to using subtle methods to achieve maximum effect. His understanding of this skill continued to deepen and improve.

He has a really good synergy with hypnosis!

Ten minutes later, Xiao Miao asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm SpongeBob SquarePants, living in a giant pineapple in the deep sea. Patrick, let's go jellyfish hunting!"

"Are you really SpongeBob SquarePants?"

"Patrick, are you kidding me? Hahaha, that's hilarious! Let's go jellyfish catching!"

Xiao Miao nodded in satisfaction. The hypnotic effect was sufficient, and he hoped the president was satisfied.