The days went by as usual, but recently Raccoon City had been growing more crowded. Allen, watching the city bustle with more and more people, could only shake his head.
"What exactly are you planning, Spencer…" Allen muttered as he stared out the window of his luxury apartment.
"What's wrong, honey?" Annette asked as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. By now, Annette was completely comfortable living with Allen here.
"It's nothing, I was just lost in thought. By the way, what about Sherry? Did you already tell her about our plan to get you two out of this city?"
Annette nodded. "Yes, I told her. At first she was confused, but once I explained that this place is dangerous for us, she understood."
"She's a smart kid, you don't have to worry about her," Allen said while gently caressing Annette's belly. He could already feel the faint presence of their daughter, her small soul forming inside Annette's womb.
Not long after, Svetlana walked up to them. "Come on, let's go. My weapon order is ready," she said, asking Allen to accompany her.
Soon after, Allen left with Svetlana to visit his trusted gun shop. He also wanted to restock his ammunition — and he bought plenty of it. He knew he'd need the ammo in the future; there was no way he'd be looting bullets off zombie corpses like in some video game. This was reality, and he wasn't about to count on something so absurd.
.....
Meanwhile, on Zabytij Island, where Alex Wesker currently resided.
Alex was enjoying her lunch in her private office. Her appearance now was almost goddess-like — thanks to the serum Allen had given her, which boosted her looks several times over and made her appear no older than a young woman in her twenties.
Once she finished her meal, her assistant Stuart entered the room carrying a suitcase. Inside was the newest Super Soldier Serum, another gift from Allen to Alex.
"Miss, Mr. Allen asked me to deliver this gift to you," Stuart said respectfully.
"Well done. I'll leave this project in your hands for now," Alex replied as she took the suitcase into her private chambers.
Inside her room, Alex used her bracelet to unlock the case. As soon as the bracelet made contact, the suitcase dissolved into nanoscopic particles and fused into her bracelet.
"Tsk, show-off…" Alex muttered, smirking as she teased her husband in her room.
On her desk lay the serum vial, a fusion device, and a letter. The note read:
Dear Alex, I hope you like this gift. This is the latest upgraded serum. With it, you should be able to take down a Tyrant. That's all from me. With love, your husband, Allen.
Alex, after reading the note, felt a surge of excitement. With the serum now in her hands, she could further enhance her power.
Alex then called Spencer. She wanted to secure more resources from him, especially since her deal with Svetlana had already cost a fortune, and at the same time, she planned to bleed Spencer dry while Umbrella was still standing.
"Hello, Boss," Alex said over the phone.
"Alex, what is it?" Spencer answered, picking up. To him, Alex was practically like a daughter.
"Some of the projects I've been working on have already produced satisfying results. Could I get more resources? This is to prevent leaks like the one in Raccoon City. I need to build more secure facilities," Alex said with full confidence.
Spencer paused, thinking it over. What Alex said was reasonable.
"Very well, I'll transfer the funds. Oh, by the way—do you know why Allen gave his research on anti-cancer and anti-diabetes drugs to someone from Tricell?" Spencer asked.
"Yes, I know. That's because Allen and I bought shares in their company back then, and to maximize profits, Allen deliberately gave them a few of his personal formulas."
"I see. Understood. Just do as you see fit," Spencer replied, finding their business strategy quite effective, as it gave them access to even more resources.
"Okay, Boss," Alex said before hanging up.
Spencer truly spoiled Alex. After all, only two Weskers remained in the world. Albert was arrogant and difficult to control, making it hard for Spencer to trust him. Alex, on the other hand, was calm and obedient.
"Women really are easier to manage than men," Spencer muttered to himself, knowing full well that a man's ambition tended to be far greater than a woman's. It was something he had experienced personally. "Looks like I'll have to discipline Albert even more harshly," he added.
At the same time, Albert suddenly sneezed. "Achoo!" Wesker, who was on his way to the lab where William was working, rubbed his nose.
"This is strange. I'm sure I'm not sick… someone must be talking about me. Tsk, forget it," Albert muttered before continuing his steps.
Right now, Albert wanted to meet William to ask for his help in creating a serum that would allow him to fake his own death.
...
Meanwhile, Allen was at the RPD with Rebecca, who was still obsessed with studying medicines.
"Baby, how do you detoxify a poison like this?" Rebecca asked while showing him the book she was reading.
"Oh, that's simple, you just need to—" Allen began explaining patiently.
The other team members who saw how affectionate the two were could only shake their heads. They all thought Allen was one lucky man.
After helping Rebecca, Allen turned his focus back to his tablet. Curious, Rebecca leaned closer.
"By the way, what are you working on, darling?"
"Oh, this? I'm checking on the stock market investments. You know, your sisters just bought a mansion in L.A., and to keep our finances stable, of course I need to generate quick income for that," Allen replied casually.
"Really?" Rebecca glanced at the tablet and was shocked at the numbers displayed.
"Isn't this already more than enough?" she asked, astonished.
Most of Allen's investments were in Tricell, which left her a bit confused. But then again, Rebecca didn't really understand much about stocks and finance, so it was natural for her to be baffled.
"No, for me this still isn't enough. I have to think ahead—like school tuition and other expenses for our children in the future," Allen said firmly. For him, only the best would do for his daughters.
Rebecca couldn't help but smile warmly. Her husband was going to be a wonderful father.
At the same time, Allen received a message from Alex. It seemed the time had come for him to withdraw his funds from Tricell. Spencer was already making moves, and on top of that, the Travis family members surely wouldn't let Exella get everything she wanted so easily.
After Allen pulled all his investments out of Tricell, the amount was staggering—over 2 billion dollars. Originally, he had only invested around 50 million, and he figured that had been more than enough. The stock market was still stable for the moment, but Allen knew that once the Raccoon City outbreak hit, public trust in the global pharmaceutical alliance would collapse, dragging them down.
"Yeah… a lot of people are going to commit suicide over this. Losing everything, going bankrupt…" Allen thought, remembering what happened on Wall Street after 9/11—history repeating itself in another form.
Once all his shares had been sold off, his women quickly received notifications showing the massive bank transfer into Allen's account.
"WTF!" Karena shouted from the apartment. Her voice was so loud that Alyssa, who was nearby, immediately heard her.
"What's going on, Clara?" Alyssa asked, confused.
"Look at this," Karena said, showing her Allen's account balance.
"Did Allen just rob a bank or something?" she added, still in shock.
Alyssa stared at the number and was left speechless, her mouth hanging open. If she had that kind of money, she would've quit journalism ages ago, retired early, and just enjoyed life without lifting a finger.
"We better wait until Allen gets home. Then we can ask him how the hell he made this much money," Alyssa suggested.
Karena nodded in agreement.
...
Meanwhile, a man was running through the dark streets, his body covered in wounds, his breathing ragged with terror. He stumbled suddenly, crashing to the ground.
"Ukh!... Please, stop, Agent 4! What do you want? Money? I can give you money!" the man pleaded, his voice shaking.
"I don't want your money, old man," a cold, feminine voice answered. The sharp click of high heels echoed as a woman stepped out of the shadows. "What I want… is something you stole from me a long time ago."
The man's eyes widened. He was the leader of The Organization, the same group Ada Wong had served for years. "Name it—whatever it is, I'll give it back to you," he begged.
Ada's crimson lips curved into a bitter smile. "Don't worry. I already have what I wanted. Now, all I need… is your life. Oh, and remember this—my name now is Ada Wong."
BANG!
A bullet pierced his skull, the lifeless body collapsing with a dull thud. Ada let out a deep breath, as if releasing years of suffocating chains. Tears welled in her eyes, sliding down her cheek.
"It's finally over…" she whispered. The revenge she had carried for so long was complete. Yet in her heart, there was only emptiness. No satisfaction—only a void.
Then, Allen's face flickered in her mind. That memory pulled a faint smile back to her lips. She turned to leave, not wanting to linger any longer, when suddenly her phone rang.
Ring… Ring…
She frowned before answering. "What is it, Simmons? Why are you calling me?" Her voice dripped with irritation—Simmons had been secretly stalking her for weeks.
On the other end, a thin, mustached man in a perfectly pressed suit sat comfortably at his desk. When Simmons saw Ada pick up, his face lit up with twisted joy.
"Ada… how have you been? I haven't heard from you lately."
"I'm fine. Drop the small talk. If you're calling, it's because you want something. But you should know—my services are very expensive now," Ada replied coolly. With The Organization destroyed by her own hand, she was technically unemployed… and in need of cash.
"You know about the T-Serum and G-Serum, don't you? If you can acquire them for me, I'll pay you 200 million dollars. And if you bring me the complete data, I'll throw in another 200 million. That's 400 in total. Do we have a deal?"
"Make it 500, and I'll take the job," Ada countered without hesitation. With that kind of money, she could disappear and live freely for years.
"Fine," Simmons smirked. "In fact, I'll make it 600 million. As long as you deliver what I want."
Money was no problem for a man like Simmons—wealthy, powerful, and dangerously obsessed with Ada. He hoped that with enough money, he could win her attention.
"I understand. Let's end this call," Ada said flatly, her voice betraying her growing boredom. She didn't want Allen to misunderstand anything about Simmons—least of all this unhealthy fixation.
"W-wait! What about dinner, just the two of us, after this?" Simmons blurted, his tone almost desperate.
But the line went dead. Ada had already hung up.
Simmons clenched his teeth, frustrated at being brushed aside so easily, yet still unable to let go of his obsession.
Meanwhile, Ada slipped away into the night. Before leaving, she planted a trail of false clues, ensuring that the remnants of The Organization would believe Umbrella was responsible for their leader's death.
....
Meanwhile, at Allen's apartment, Alyssa was pacing back and forth restlessly, clearly troubled by something again. When Allen returned from his shift at the RPD, he noticed her and asked,
"What's wrong, Alyssa?"
"Ahh… Allen, so here's the thing. I still want to gather more evidence about Umbrella, the mayor, and the police chief, so I hired a hacker. But now, all of a sudden, the hacker I hired has completely disappeared without a trace. I'm a little worried because the person I hired was actually a friend of mine," Alyssa said, sounding regretful for ignoring Allen's warnings to stop digging into this mess.
"Let's sit down first," Allen said, guiding his girlfriend to the couch so they could talk about it more calmly.
"You know I already warned you about this before. So, are you going to tell me who this friend of yours is? Maybe I can track down your friend's whereabouts," Allen replied.
Alyssa then looked at Allen with hope in her eyes. "Her name is January Van Sant."
"So your friend is a woman" Allen said as he leaned back in his seat.
"Yes she's a close friend of mine. Here's her picture." Alyssa handed him a photo.
Allen raised his eyebrows when he saw it—the woman looked more like an emo girl than a hacker. She had short hair like Alyssa, but her face was still very youthful.
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