I awakened to be a menace at the start of the game, and my parents sent me to the cherry blossom vie

"Lin Jianguo..."

The White Palace, the presidential office.

When the current president and high-ranking members of Congress hear this name...

The older generation present couldn't help but shudder.

What a name that no one wants to hear!

That fear wasn't feigned; it was etched into his very bones.

It's like a mouse hearing a cat meow; it's a physiological, instinctive fear.

"Are you sure it's him?"

The current president was also deeply affected by that incident.

That man...

The man they hailed as the "Eastern Calamity Beast".

For decades, no one has mentioned it.

But ironically, they dared to do it during his term...

And this is especially true at times like this.

This is purely out of a sense of grievance towards him!

"It can't be wrong."

Smith looked serious.

"We have confirmed this flight route and that aircraft multiple times."

"Although it was nominally to deliver supplies to the aid-receiving country, our people were 100% certain that he was on that plane."

"What's he doing here? Is it also about Raccoon City?"

One of the staff members who knew Lin Jianguo asked, puzzled.

"Is he trying to stir up trouble?"

"You don't understand!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a four-star general with graying hair slowly opened his mouth.

"For that man, Raccoon City might be a knot in his heart!"

He's here for revenge!

Similarly, he's here to reclaim what he left here twenty years ago!

After saying that, he couldn't help but glance at Morgan in the corner of the office.

There was dead silence in the conference room.

twenty years ago.

That was a shameful day that the U.S. military never mentions.

One man, a man from China, single-handedly fought his way across half of the West Coast.

If they hadn't paid a huge price to plead with that person for help, the entire United States would probably be speaking Chinese by now.

"That... General."

The young aide standing nearby seemed somewhat confused.

"Since he's so dangerous, why don't we just use nuclear weapons and kill him at sea..."

"idiot!"

Smith interrupted him directly with a tirade.

"If using nuclear weapons had been effective, we wouldn't have paid such a heavy price back then."

They would never stoop to begging others.

"And do you think Dongfeng Express in China isn't shipping fast enough?"

"What should we do then? Just watch him come in?"

"Of course not!"

Smith took a deep breath, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"We must deal with him before he lands, or as soon as he lands."

Otherwise, it would be an even more terrifying disaster for us, especially with that guy who harbors a grudge.

"But our current forces are all concentrated on the outskirts of Raccoon City, and we simply can't spare enough manpower to intercept monsters of that level!"

"No, perhaps we don't need to intercept them."

Just then, Morgan, who had a very low profile, suddenly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively looked at him.

Morgan grinned, revealing a set of gleaming false teeth:

"Gentlemen, perhaps we can handle this matter properly."

"What does that mean?" someone asked, confused.

"Have you forgotten? There's a super-powerful fighter right here in Raccoon City!"

Morgan didn't say it explicitly, but rather gave a subtle hint.

Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.

Smith's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had just realized something.

"You mean... that monster that spreads fungus..."

Upon hearing this, all the politicians present instantly understood Morgan's meaning.

"Are you crazy?!"

Someone exclaimed,

"That monster just destroyed our special forces and turned the Umbrella Corporation building into a botanical garden. You want us to beg him?"

"It's not asking, it's a transaction."

Morgan shook his head, his eyes gleaming with the shrewdness and cunning of a businessman.

"Although that monster is ferocious, our preliminary assessment is that it possesses considerable intelligence, and may even retain the consciousness of someone who was once human, meaning it can communicate."

All intelligent beings have desires.

What brought him to the United States? To kill? To destroy? Or to demonstrate power?

"No matter what the reason, as long as we offer a high enough price, we can motivate him."

He paused for a moment, then continued,

There's a saying that goes, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Even if that monster wreaks havoc in Raccoon City, it's at most a localized disaster. But if Lin Jianguo gets in, it'll be a crisis of national extinction!

"and……"

He lowered his voice as he said this.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't forget, what has enabled Umbrella to make such rapid progress in the field of biochemistry over the past twenty years, creating the G virus, the T virus, and even the current fungal variants?

Upon hearing this, the faces of several influential figures present who were in the know instantly turned deathly pale.

What is it that they rely on?

It certainly didn't rely on the scientists' wild imaginations.

It all comes down to that thing Lin Jianguo left behind twenty years ago!

The terrifying cellular activity and beast genes contained within that thing are the source of all of Umbrella's biological weapons!

If Lin Jianguo knew that what he left behind was being studied, and that a bunch of disgusting monsters had been created...

Everyone shuddered and dared not think any further.

"this……"

The president, seated in his office chair, frowned deeply. After a long pause, a ferocious expression, like a gambler going all in, appeared on his face.

"I think this proposal is feasible. Compared to that unknown fungal monster, Lin Jianguo is the real threat! Pass on my orders!"

"Contact Raccoon City Frontline Command!"

"Tell them to halt all attacks on the Umbrella building!"

"Send a negotiation team in! Whatever that monster wants—money, women, land…agree to it all!"

"The only condition is... that he intervenes and resolves Lin Jianguo's entire predicament for us!"

……

"Wardfa?!"

When Commander James, who was far away on the front lines in Raccoon City, received the order from the White House, he was completely devastated.

He couldn't believe his ears.

I can't even fathom which brilliant mind came up with this suggestion.

"Damn it, are those pigs sitting in air-conditioned Washington brains filled with shit?"

James was so angry his hands were shaking.

"That's a monster! They actually want me to negotiate with a demon? And they want to hire him?"

"Who on earth came up with this idea?"

"Sir, then we..."

The adjutant asked cautiously.

"Execute the command!"

Despite the cursing, James still gritted his teeth and issued the order.

"Since those pigs want to play with fire, let them play to their heart's content!"

Go and call the suicide squad!

Bring a translator and... damn it, bring a white flag!

……

Ten minutes later.

A well-equipped but demoralized squad, driving armored vehicles and braving the swarms of green spores, gritted their teeth and charged into that forbidden zone of death.

The Umbrella Building had completely changed by then.

The exterior walls were covered with thick mycelium that pulsated like blood vessels, and green mist gushed out from every broken window.

There were no signs of infection on the streets.

"God bless, God bless..."

The soldiers in the vehicle held crosses and muttered incantations.

They arrived at the Umbrella headquarters without any major incidents.

However, the anticipated boss battle did not occur.

Nor did that terrifying black figure descend from the sky and pry them out of the armored vehicle like opening a can.

The surrounding environment was eerily quiet.

The only sound was the rustling of fungal growth.

The squad leader immediately ordered the search for the target.

"Sir, the lobby... is safe."

"The second floor... is safe."

"Top-floor office...nobody here."

As the search deepened, the suicide squad, which had initially been prepared to die, became increasingly bewildered.

What about that black monster who treats special forces like snacks and the Awakened Squad like toys?

Did they eat their fill and then go for a nap?

"Sir, we found a lot of signs of battle on the top floor, and... and several drained corpses, which should be from the previous Freedom Squad."

But the target has disappeared.

James yelled into the communicator:

"Find him! Dig three feet into the ground if you have to! If we don't find him, those idiots at the top won't let us off the hook!"

Upon hearing this order, the entire suicide squad had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue searching inside the building.

however,

But they didn't know.

Their target was actually inside this building.

only,

It was located underground.

The fifth basement level at the deepest part of the Umbrella Building.

This is an absolute no-go zone.

Even William Burkin, who had the highest authority, dared not easily set foot in this place.

The thick lead walls blocked out all radiation, and several half-meter-thick alloy gates were violently torn open, like pieces of ripped waste paper.

Lin Fan stood in the center of a huge circular laboratory.

The air here is bone-chillingly cold, and there are no of those messy fungi around; on the contrary, it's almost too clean.

"strangeness……"

Lin Fan touched his chin; his hands, which had been covered in black scales, had now returned to their normal human form.

She had become interested after seeing that the tentacle monster could evolve by consuming the blood of awakened beings, and decided to see what was inside this basement.

But to his utter surprise...

There was actually a pleasant surprise at the very bottom.

Only in the very center stands a giant cylindrical culture tank, over ten meters tall.

A string of bubbles occasionally rises from the pale blue nutrient solution.

And suspended in that nutrient solution was something.

That was a leg.

To be precise, it was the leg of a giant beast with bulging muscles and claws as sharp as knives!

This one leg alone is seven or eight meters long.

If this thing were alive, how big would its main body be?

Could it be that there really is a Godzilla in this world besides myself?

"Is this Umbrella's trump card?"

Lin Fan circled the culture tank twice, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

I don't know why.

As he approached the giant leg, a strange feeling of...familiarity welled up inside him.

It was as if the leg was calling to him.

It even felt to him like a bloodline connection.

Something's not right. Something's definitely not right.