Zongman: Beginning and Snow under the Rain Escape from Raccoon City

Gin's eyes, however, revealed an unprecedented level of confusion.

He was a man who lived by reason and killing, the organization's top assassin, and never believed in any supernatural nonsense.

But now, this desert full of zombies, the voice that claimed to be the "God", and this inexplicable "mission" all made him feel a deep sense of unease.

It was as if the whole world was mocking his understanding, forcing him to confront a completely unfamiliar set of rules.

"Boss, this...this can't really be time travel, can it?"

Vodka's voice trembled slightly as he adjusted his askew sunglasses, trying to calm himself: "No one in the organization could pull off something like this, and Sherry couldn't possibly be capable of it... Who did this?"

Having just dealt with someone who resembled Sherry, Vodka couldn't help but think of Sherry.

But I still feel that this is impossible.

Who did it?

He didn't know either.

Gin gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, "Whoever dares to throw me into this hellhole, I'll make them pay."

He stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and coldly glanced in the direction of the gas station in the distance: "Vodka, check the equipment. We need to find a place to resupply."

Vodka nodded quickly and looked down to check his equipment—besides the empty pistol and a dagger, he only had a flattened pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

There was no one alive at the gas station.

But luckily, there were guns and bullets inside.

Thank goodness this is America.

In this land, it would be a rare occurrence if you searched an entire street and still couldn't find a gun.

Chapter 211 Nakano Nino Comes to the Door

"You came."

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm still here."

"..."

Hachiman Hikigaya paused for a moment, then said, "How about we find somewhere else to talk?"

Hachiman Hikigaya was truly impressed. The man in front of him had an incredibly sensitive nose; he had managed to find him even after being shaken off so many times.

Could he have graduated with a degree in police dog training?

That's not right either.

Students majoring in police dogs are human beings, not dogs!

Besides, police dog majors should be learning how to raise police dogs.

Heiji Hattori adjusted his baseball cap, a smug smile playing on his lips: "Alright, how about a coffee shop?"

Inside the coffee shop, the doorbell rang.

Hachiman Hikigaya chose a seat against the wall, glancing at the ceiling camera out of the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, they first took people to a place with surveillance cameras before "talking" to them—a typical police procedure.

Next, should we bring out the polite handcuffs that say, "Please cooperate"?

The man opposite him pushed his baseball cap up and spoke first, as if he could read his mind: "Let me make this clear, I'm not a policeman."

Hachiman Hikigaya paused, his hand holding the water still. "Then who are you?"

"Hattori Heiji."

The other person flashed a Kansai High School student ID and then left a white card with a phone number on it: "A detective from Osaka."

"detective?"

Hachiman Hikigaya frowned deeply: "Who sent you to investigate me?"

"Oh, it was commissioned by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

Heiji Hattori didn't hide anything.

Hachiman Hikigaya's face fell; wasn't that a policeman?

Well, after arriving in Osaka, the Tokyo police couldn't easily monitor him, so they specifically hired a detective, right?

Good for you.

"Can you tell me why the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is monitoring and investigating you?"

Hattori Heiji asked with some curiosity.

Hachiman Hikigaya was taken aback: "Weren't you the one who came to investigate me? Why are you asking me, the one being investigated, about this?"

Hattori Heiji spread his hands, somewhat helplessly: "The information from Tokyo only tells us to monitor you and record who you contact and what you do."

"It doesn't actually explain what you did wrong."

Hachiman Hikigaya remained silent for a long time, then said somewhat weakly, "If I said that I didn't actually commit a crime, would you believe me?"

"I believe."

Hattori Heiji nodded.

If Hachiman Hikigaya had really committed a crime, given the nature of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, they would have arrested him long ago, instead of dragging their feet like this.

Do you believe in the existence of superpowers?

Hachiman Hikigaya suddenly asked again.

"..."

This time, it was Hattori Heiji's turn to fall silent.

……

Even as night deepened, the streets of Tokyo remained brightly lit.

The glass curtain wall of the Deepsea Financial headquarters building reflects the neon lights.

Nakano Ichika walked alone on the street, clutching the business card tightly in her hand, her fingertips already white from being pressed against it.

The outcome of his father's visit to Deepsea Financial that day was obvious.

There is no use.

Over the next few days.

The situation at the hospital is getting worse every day.

"Can't wait any longer..."

She bit her lip, her eyes filled with determination.

—Once again, the door to deep-sea finance was opened.

She couldn't possibly persuade her sister to do that kind of thing, but at least she had to get her share first.

Ichika Nakano hopes to persuade Ye Hai to pay her salary for the next twenty years in one lump sum today.

Ok.

Or rather, it's a fee for keeping a mistress.

However, Ichika was unaware of this.

Not far away, a slender figure quietly followed behind her.

Nakano Nino.

She was restless all day.

From the strange look in her sister's eyes to the presence of that gold-embossed business card, she had long suspected something.

"...As expected, Ichika, you've come here."

Nino Nakano bit her lip and hid in the shadows at the intersection, her eyes filled with an extremely complicated expression.

……

When Ichika Nakano pushed open the office door, her fingertips trembled slightly.

Ye Hai was sitting in a leather chair, lazily flipping through a contract.

Hearing the door open, he didn't even look up, simply uttering two words:

"coming?"

"Miss Ichika, you've been really proactive lately."

Ichika Nakano gritted her teeth, walked to the table, and spoke in a voice filled with suppressed pleading:

"Mr. Ye, I... hope you can pay me twenty years' worth of salary in one lump sum."

She took a deep breath, her eyes reddening: "One hundred million yen. I only need this once, that's enough."

The air freezes.

Ye Hai finally raised his eyes, a cryptic smile curving his lips.

"Ha, one hundred million? You make it sound so easy."

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He slowly put down the paper in his hand, his gaze as sharp as a knife fixed on her.

"Miss Ichika, I already said this before—"

"If you can convince your four sisters to come together, all five of you, then I will be more than happy to pay for the next twenty years in one lump sum and buy out the lives of all five of you."

"such a pity……"

Ye Hai stood up, slowly walked around to her side, and looked down at her.

"One person alone is not enough."

"A person is not scarce."

He lowered his voice and spoke coldly: "Five babies—that's the real selling point."

Her throat tightened, her eyes were brimming with tears, and she was struggling to breathe.

"you……"

Her voice trembled, and she almost knelt down: "Please, let them go, I can manage on my own—"

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"Clap."

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The footsteps were hurried, yet carried a deliberate certainty.

"Ichika—!"

His voice carried suppressed anger.

Ichika Nakano suddenly turned around and froze.

Standing at the door was her younger sister—

Nakano Nino.

"Nino? What happened to you..."

"I've had my suspicions for a long time."

Nino Nakano walked straight in, her gaze sweeping coldly over Ye Hai beside Ichika, her eyes burning with fury.

“I knew something was wrong when you didn’t come home last night.”

Nakano Ichika's face was deathly pale, her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Nino Nakano stood before her, took a deep breath, and her voice was surprisingly calm: