Chapter 141 'This is a different kind of gentleness from the company.'
November 1, 2001
Bucharest.
Noon.
As the capital of Romania's cultural and political center, Bucharest retains many classical buildings and also has extremely modern infrastructure.
With a population of about two million, it is the sixth largest city in Europe.
Congested vehicles and hurried pedestrians are what a human city should be like. They had no idea that a fierce battle had occurred five days ago in an old castle sixty kilometers east of the city.
11:21.
at this time.
On Highway 503 in the outer ring of Bucharest, a black SUV was weaving through the traffic flow from west to east.
inside the car.
Sitting in the driver's seat was Brea, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.
She controlled the steering wheel with both hands, followed the guidance of the holographic map under the windshield, turned on the right turn signal, passed the right exit, and drove off the outer ring road to a suburban community.
"Brea." The man sitting in the passenger seat reminded: "Don't forget the arrangements that Queen Bai made for those victims later."
"I know, and I've been a qualified agent for a long time, Kennedy." Brea glanced at the other party with a cold tone.
However, at this moment, a female fallow deer with white spots suddenly rushed into the middle of the road.
"Watch the front!" Agent Kennedy yelled.
"Chi!" The sound of four-wheel braking reverberated throughout the community.
Brea reacted and slammed on the brakes, but the four-wheel-braked SUV still slid forward, leaving two black tire marks on the road.
Finally, the SUV stopped when it was only three meters away from the dumbfounded female deer.
The doe's dull eyes were full of horror, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in her life.
"..." Brea, who was sitting in the car, looked around and finally looked at the deer with a speechless expression.
There were obviously no cars on the roads in this community, but she really couldn't understand why the doe in front of her suddenly jumped out in front of their car.
"Beep——!" So she kept honking the horn to drive them away.
"Hey!" The female deer came back to her senses and ran quickly, disappearing from sight.
"Qualified agent?" Seeing that the crisis was over, the man sitting in the passenger seat teased her.
"Shut up, Leon." Brea replied angrily.
Immediately afterwards, she drove the SUV again and drove towards the destination according to the holographic navigation.
Sitting in the passenger seat was Leon, who was wearing a brown jacket and black overalls.
Seeing Brea's sulky face, Leon wisely stopped saying anything and turned to look outside the car at the peaceful community scenery.
Leon still wears blond hair with his hair parted, but the stubble on his cheeks and chin is unshaven, and there are obvious dark circles under his eyes, which means he has been working hard these days.
From October 25th to 28th, Lyon led a team composed of Brea and other intelligence agents to conduct non-stop arrest operations with Task Force 141 and elite security.
Werewolves and vampires in Europe are controlled by companies.
After that, it is not within the jurisdiction of this group of intelligence agents to screen out which of them have harmed humans and which ones have a bottom line and are in peace with humans.
However, with Leon's authority, he knew that more than 80% of them would need to be completely eliminated.
Half of the remaining 20% will be sent to the Brood to serve as experimental subjects, and the other half will undergo chip implantation surgery and be sent to Rockford Island to live a life of imprisonment.
Leon deduced from this that only a very small number of werewolves or vampires retain their humanity, while the vast majority have abandoned their human identity.
After the arrest operation ended, Lyon, Brea and other intelligence agents began to assist the European side in the aftermath.
After all, Victor Vincent killed 1,200 innocent humans in order to summon the Blood Demon.
soon.
The SUV came to a stop in front of an old house.
Brea turned off the engine, put on the handbrake and got out of the car.
Leon, who also got out of the car, came to the back of the car, opened the trunk and picked up a black can.
Immediately afterwards, the two of them walked towards the house together.
"Ding dong~!" Brea rang the doorbell.
Within a moment, the two heard rapid footsteps coming from inside the house until the door opened.
The homeowner is a woman about fifty years old wearing a green sweater.
"Hello, is this Mrs. Ella Phillip?" Brea said, taking out the police ID with her left hand.
"Yes." The woman replied after looking at the ID, without wondering why the "police" came to her door.
"Can you please invite us in for a chat?" Leon asked.
Hearing this, the woman noticed Leon holding a black jar in his hand. Her movements froze, but she still walked towards the house and said:
"Please come in."
With the permission of the homeowner, Leon and Brea walked into the house, and Brea, who was last, closed the door.
Shortly after.
In the living room.
Leon and Brea were sitting on the sofa, and the woman took a stool from the dining table and sat across from them.
As for the black can, it was placed on the coffee table in the middle of the crowd by Leon.
"You two..."
The woman looked at the black jar with her hands clasped tightly, as if she had guessed something but did not dare to admit it, and said in a trembling tone:
"Are you my son's colleagues? Also, where is my son? Is he performing some secret mission?"
"Mrs. Philip, your son...has been sacrificed." Brea replied with a gloomy expression.
"My... child..." After receiving the confirmed answer, the woman raised her hand to cover her mouth, and her tears could no longer hold back.
Seeing this, Brea's mood became even more depressed.
She had seen the files of Jacob Philip, the woman's son, compiled by Queen Bai.
He is a conscientious police officer, but he is too upright and has not been promoted for a long time.
He disappeared while patrolling late at night on October 24. It was finally confirmed that he died during a sacrificial ceremony to summon the Blood Demon, and his ashes were contained in the black jar.
There was no news for five consecutive days, and finally she got the result that her son had passed away. Even though she was mentally prepared, the woman still broke down and burst into tears.
"Mrs. Philip." Leon, who was in a stable mood, took out a check and a delicate blue suede box and placed them on the coffee table not far in front of him.
Opening the small box, a well-made medal appeared in front of the woman's eyes.
Lyon continued: "Jacob was involved in a human smuggling case not long ago. It was precisely because of his desperate efforts that our police almost closed the case perfectly. However, he was seriously injured and rescue efforts failed... and he died.
The check is the bonus given to Jacob by our police, which he deserves, and this medal is the highest honor our police can bestow on Jacob.
Finally...please express my condolences."
After saying that, Leon got up and left the living room, opened the door and walked outside.
"Please have your condolences." Brea also said as she stood up and left.
After the two left, the woman was the only one left in the living room.
The woman staggered and slumped down beside the coffee table. First she held the urn with her right hand, then stretched out her left hand to touch the medal as if caressing her son's cheek and murmured:
"Jacob...Mom is so proud of you..."
Actually.
The money Leon gave the woman was part of a certain amount of money that Umbrella would use to compensate all the victims' families after taking over all the vampire's assets.
As for the medal given to Mrs. Philip, Umbrella also made it by re-smelting and casting the captured gold.
Inside the SUV.
Brea and Leon sat in the front and passenger seats again.
"Hey." After starting the engine and driving the SUV off the roadside, Brea sighed to Leon beside her:
"I originally didn't understand why the company spent so much money and why it didn't just give the money, but now I understand. At least Mrs. Philip can have the thought that her son is a hero."
"Ah, this is a different kind of gentleness from the company," Leon replied.
Then he said: "Okay, just concentrate on driving, there are seven families of victims waiting for us to visit."