What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

After casually tossing the utility knife back onto the table, Fang Qingzhou sat back down in the boss's chair and began to examine the real reward for clearing the level.

[Second story point reward: One Umbrella Corporation pharmaceutical production line. Please select the location to build the production line.]

Upon seeing the words "pharmaceutical production line," his breathing quickened.

This was the first time the system had rewarded him with a physical item, and it wasn't just some random props, but an entire production line. He immediately clicked on the detailed description, which showed that three products could be produced.

[Umbrella Moisturizing Cream: Utilizes Umbrella Corporation's patented biotechnology to deeply repair skin damage. It is remarkably effective in fading scars, treating acne, and reducing wrinkles. Side effects: None]

Umbrella hair growth product: Stimulates hair follicle activity and promotes hair growth. It has significant effects on various types of hair loss, such as seborrheic alopecia and alopecia areata. Side effect: Overuse may lead to excessive body hair.

[Umbrella Skin Renewal Serum: Accelerates skin metabolism, removes dead skin cells, brightens skin tone, and long-term use can make skin look five to ten years younger. Side effects: Mild peeling may occur in the initial stage of use, which is a normal reaction.]

After reading the introduction, Fang Qingzhou leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath, but his heart was still pounding.

This is a weakened civilian version of the Umbrella Corporation's miraculous drugs. Although it's not as miraculous as the emergency spray, it's a game-changer in the skincare market. He couldn't imagine how much money he could make by selling these products.

It's even possible to completely monopolize the global skincare market.

"System, can I build this production line anywhere I want?" Fang Qingzhou asked.

【Yes】

Upon hearing this news, Fang Qingzhou was somewhat excited. He did not intend to build the production line in Yan Country, but in other countries to avoid too much involvement with Miteng Company.

Meten Games has just become an overnight sensation with "Resident Evil: Raccoon City," which has already attracted the attention of the military and countless peers in China.

If another incredible pharmaceutical production line suddenly appears under the company's name, he doesn't believe no one will come to investigate thoroughly.

He plans to rebuild a pharmaceutical company and then promote it as if Mitten's Resident Evil: Raccoon City was made with funding from this pharmaceutical company, essentially an outsourcing company that gets paid to do the work.

The entire Resident Evil: Raccoon City is essentially a giant blooper, designed specifically to promote Umbrella's drugs.

This makes sense: why can Miteng spend billions to develop a game? Because its big investors provided the funding.

Why are real medicines given as rewards for completing levels? Because the sponsor is a pharmaceutical company.

In this way, Miteng Company is just a simple game development outsourcing company, at most the kind with outstanding technical capabilities.

It will not get too involved in the patent disputes, commercial suppression, or even national-level games that will inevitably occur after the release of pharmaceutical products.

Surely no one would make things difficult for an outsourced game company. As the legal representative of Miteng, he can clear himself of suspicion. Miteng is now his foundation, and he absolutely cannot afford any mishaps.

However, this means that the production line cannot be located in a major country.

If Yan is not safe, the other major powers are just as dangerous. Although the market supervision systems of major powers are sound, the tentacles of financial giants and bureaucratic systems are equally ubiquitous.

If the product is built in a large country, the first wave after its effectiveness is verified will not be orders, but rather commercial spies sent by competitors to scout the site. Then there will be patent examinations, quality inspection surprises, and possible administrative pressure, or even the government intending to lead the cooperative development.

He can't handle all of this by himself, at least not right now.

In a small, unnoticed country, the situation is different. He can directly cooperate with the local government, using substantial tax revenue, numerous jobs, and infrastructure investment as leverage to obtain policy protection from the local government.

There's absolutely no need to worry about the procedures; as long as you pay enough, the system will legalize everything.

Moreover, the system has now opened the exchange list, and the USS troops will be able to exchange for it as a security force sooner or later.

In the most extreme scenario, if even a small country's government harbors malicious intentions to seize his pharmaceutical production line, he could use USS troops to directly control that small country's government institutions.

This might not be a problem for Umbrella Corporation's black operations units.

"System, open the exchange list and let me see what I can exchange for," Fang Qingzhou shouted impatiently after making up his mind.

He wanted to see what kind of security force his current resources could arm.

The interface on the system panel then switched, and rows of items and prices were neatly arranged in front of him.

Flashbang: 300 yuan

[Green herbs: 50 yuan]

Red herbs: 50 yuan

[Remington 870 Shotgun: 6000 yuan]

Desert Eagle: 10000 yuan

The list wasn't long. Fang Qingzhou glanced at it and found that it was basically all things he had come into contact with at the Raccoon City Police Department.

He was about to slide down when the next thing froze his fingers in mid-air, and his eyes widened in shock.

[Tyrant: 820 million yuan]

"System! You're fucking money-mad! I admit the Tyrant is indeed powerful! But you can't sell it for such a high price! Before I transmigrated, I saw that the Tyrant sold for a maximum of 1.2 million!" Fang Qingzhou jumped up from his chair.

He was happy to be able to exchange for the Tyrant, but the price made him anything but happy.

The tyrant's price is $1.2 million.

The system's response remained concise and its tone flat.

"So the currency I'm using now is... I understand." Fang Qingzhou lay back in his chair. The system hadn't tricked him; the price was the same as what he'd seen in the previous world.

The Tyrant is indeed formidable; it would be excellent as a factory security guard. It doesn't eat, sleep, or slack off, and it has no emotions or tendency to betray you. It can take down anyone who dares to try anything funny with a single punch. The only downside is that it's just too expensive.

He rubbed his temples and continued scrolling down the redemption list. His fingers had barely swiped twice when he suddenly stopped, because he saw a familiar name.

Marvin Burnham: Annual salary of $210 million

[Elliott Edwards: Annual salary $105 million]

[Neil Carlson: Annual salary $103 million]

…………

A row of names was neatly arranged on the screen, each name followed by a number. He recognized many of these names; they were all police officers from the Raccoon City Police Department.

He had been haunted by the deaths of Sheriff Marvin and Elliott. The image of Marvin holding his gun and covering the rear, and the shapeless mass of flesh and blood that Elliott left on the ground in the pipe area, would appear in his mind from time to time when he closed his eyes.

He never expected that the system would give him a chance to make up for his regrets. Instead of going back to that world to change the ending, it brought these people into his own world and gave them a second life.

"System, if I bring these people to this world, will they listen to me?" Fang Qingzhou asked seriously.

This issue needs to be clarified; he doesn't want to spend a lot of money to replace the person only to find that the other party completely ignores him.

All characters that the host exchanges for will remain fully loyal to the host while retaining their original personalities.

"Preserve your personality completely, and be 100% loyal." Fang Qingzhou pondered these words for a moment, then nodded with relief.

He didn't want a mindless puppet, nor an empty shell whose memories had been wiped clean. If Marvin became a machine Marvin who could only stand guard, then he wouldn't be Marvin anymore.

What he wanted was the black sheriff who would raise his gun at the last moment to cover the retreat, and Elliott, who was slumped down next to the roller shutter, panting heavily.

Retaining their individuality means that they are still themselves, with their own personalities, memories, and ways of doing things. In this world, they will be loyal to him, and that is enough.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingzhou became excited again, and the gloom from before vanished. He changed to a more comfortable position on the chair and began to count on his fingers.

The police officers in Raccoon City are no pushovers; none of them were useless if they managed to survive the zombie siege to the end.

Their marksmanship may not be as good as it is now, but it is far superior to that of the average person.

Moreover, their willingness to shoot at zombies is something most people wouldn't do, making them the perfect security force for the factory.

Moreover, the combined price of all of them is far more cost-effective than exchanging for a Tyrant weapon. Over a year, these people's salaries plus equipment would only amount to a hundred or two hundred million at most.

Eight hundred million could buy all the officers in the entire Raccoon City Police Department, fully armed, and even enough to buy each of them an independent dormitory apartment next to the factory.

Use the profits from the pharmaceutical factory to support this team first. Once enough money has been made, exchange it for a Tyrant statue to place in the factory area as a treasure to guard the factory.

Let's see who dares to steal his things then.

"Sheriff Marvin, Elliott, it seems we'll still be colleagues from now on. Except now, you'll be working for me." Fang Qingzhou's lips unconsciously curled up, revealing a genuine smile.

The feeling of having that small regret made up for made him feel a bit more relaxed.

He had even started planning the layout of the factory area in his mind, where the security guard dormitory should be built, what kind of chef should be hired for the canteen, and how to arrange a security supervisor position for Marvin after he arrived.

However, this sense of relief didn't last long, as he suddenly remembered something very important.

It was extremely important, so important that his smile instantly froze on his face. He sat up straight from the boss's chair, his back hunched over.

"System, I'm not going to have to pay for this production line myself, am I?!" His tone instantly became alert.

Yes, this is Umbrella Corporation's most advanced fully automated production line, which is quite expensive, costing one billion yuan.

"Damn, does that mean I can't make it yet?"

The company previously had a billion in its accounts, but he spent twenty million to revive in the Resident Evil world, so now it only has nine hundred and eighty million.

[Yes, as a friendly reminder, Resident Evil: Raccoon City Chapter 2 also requires a two billion yen justification fee.]

"Damn you, system! How can you be so corrupt?! Hurry up! Release Resident Evil Chapter 2 right now!"