From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

The dump truck, with extreme brutality, abruptly shattered the tranquility of the factory, knocking over one person before continuing its momentum towards Vigo's henchmen.

The younger brother panicked and immediately abandoned his boss, leaping to the side to avoid the truck. After all, no one can remain calm when facing a dump truck.

Vigo cursed his underlings in his heart for being unreliable. The adrenaline gave his aging body a second spring, and he barely avoided the oncoming headlights, narrowly escaping death.

boom!

The dump truck crashed through the back wall of the factory and continued driving. Xiao Miao had already jumped off the truck midway, flipping in the air and landing smoothly.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn away by the dump truck, he pulled out two Beretta M92s from under his arm and emptied the magazines of the henchmen guarding the factory.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Thirty bullets were fired in seconds. The Tarasov family's underlings did not expect that Night Demon had accomplices. With their attention diverted, they stood still with their guns raised, essentially becoming a group of fixed targets, which Xiao Miao picked off one by one.

With his level 7 pistol proficiency, he might not be able to hit moving targets every time in night vision, but hitting stationary targets was still very easy, and more than a dozen of his underlings fell like dominoes.

Some of the underlings were shot dead, while a few who survived clutched their broken ribs and wailed in pain. Vigo was so frightened that he immediately hid in a corner, and the gang's strategist followed closely behind his boss.

"Bullshit, I've never heard of John Wick having any accomplices." Vigor pulled out a pistol from his waist. He hadn't fired a gun in a long time, and his handling was a bit rusty. He figured he wouldn't be able to shoot accurately from a distance.

But it wasn't a big problem. He didn't draw his gun to shoot the enemy, but to maintain his own deterrent. Vigor's gun was subtly pointed at the strategist and his henchmen: "You two keep an eye on John Wick."

Then, hiding behind cover in a corner, he shouted, "Whoever can take down the intruder, I'll give him a million dollars!"

The promise of a great reward always attracts brave men. The surviving henchmen suddenly became breathless, grabbed their guns, leaned out, and fired wildly at the spot where Xiao Miao had appeared.

Xiao Miao had already hidden in a dark corner. Countless bullets hit the concrete ground, raising a lot of dust. The flying gravel caused the flashbangs left in place to spin continuously.

Huh? A flashbang?

boom!

The dimly lit factory was suddenly illuminated by a brief burst of bright light, followed by a loud bang and a shockwave. The henchmen who were nearby were instantly dizzy and deafened, their vision blurred, and they could see nothing clearly.

Those at a greater distance weren't much better off; the shooting exposed them to the bright light, causing them to cry out in pain and kneel on the ground.

Xiao Miao was prepared and was minimally affected by the flashbang. With his physical strength of 8 points, the negative effects disappeared instantly. He grabbed his pistol, which had been reloaded, stepped out of cover, and fired.

boom! boom! boom!

After another burst of gunfire, all the guards stationed at the factory were wiped out.

On the other side, John Wick seized the opportunity to suddenly attack and stab his henchman to the ground.

Although John's hands were handcuffed, he was able to fight off his tall and strong underlings thanks to his extensive experience.

Seeing that things were not going well, Wiggins had the idea of ​​running away. As the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope." Seeing that John was in the middle of a fierce battle, he tiptoed toward the gap created by the dump truck.

The strategist followed closely in his boss's footsteps. After a gunshot, the sound of a bullet entering flesh made both of them shudder. The strategist looked down at his chest, where bright red blood stained his white shirt.

"Why...why me...?"

With the strategist on the ground, Vigo knew he couldn't escape, so he turned and fired back. After another shot rang out, the pistol in Vigo's hand was knocked out.

John Wick, however, proved to be the more skilled, smashing his underling's nose with a headbutt and then violently crushing his throat as the underling clutched his face and fell to the ground.

The battle came to an end, and silence fell over the factory. John and Viggo exchanged a glance, knowing that the moment that would decide their fate was about to arrive.

Da~da~da~~~

The sound of leather shoes clattering on the ground drew closer, and under the watchful eyes of the two, Xiao Miao slowly stepped out of the darkness.

John & Wiegand: ? ? ?

Such a young Asian boy, his marksmanship is amazing! Did he start practicing shooting in the womb?

Vigor had no recollection of Xiao Miao's face and cursed, "Who the hell are you?!"

He earned himself a bullet, which pierced his thigh, and Vigo fell to the ground screaming in agony, his cries echoing throughout the factory.

"People get forgetful when they get old. I'm your creditor, don't you remember?"

"Impossible!" Vigor immediately bared his teeth and retorted, "I... I remember every single account very clearly, you've got the wrong person."

Xiao Miao raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you think about it again? You could also take a closer look at the account books."

Vigo: ......

John burned the ledgers, didn't he? Were you here a while ago? Were you eavesdropping all this time?

Xiao Miao pressed the scorching hot muzzle of the gun against Wei Ge's face: "Take me to your house to get the money. I'll take the money and leave. I promise I won't kill you."

Vigor sneered, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Kill me, and you won't get a single penny from me."

Vigo was actually terrified of death, but he knew how to negotiate. The other party was only after money, but he absolutely could not appear weak or vulnerable, otherwise they would kill him as soon as they got the money.

"You want his money?" John suddenly interjected.

Xiao Miao looked at John: "Yeah, I'm a little short on cash lately, so I had to ask him for some money... I mean, he owes me money and won't pay it back, so I'm here to collect the debt."

John ignored Xiao Miao's emphasis and said in a deep voice, "I know where Vigor hid the money. I'll take you there."

Vigor: ...You know too much!

"Is that so? Then he's useless." Xiao Miao nodded, raised his gun and aimed at Wei Ge, but was stopped by John again.

"Wait a minute, his safe requires iris verification. It would be best to spare his life."

Vigo: ......

Oh no! I'm probably going to die today!

He tried to speak up and assert his own worth, but Xiao Miao struck him on the back of the head with a chop to the neck, and he passed out.

After 15 days of practice and further learning from Yujiang, Xiao Miao finally mastered the technique of knocking out prisoners with a single blow.

It feels good.

John Wick unlocked his own handcuffs and extended his palm to Xiao Miao: "John Wick."

Xiao Miao sensed that John's favorability rating had risen to level two, and extended her hand to shake his: "Xiao Miao."

Each draw costs 100 Fate Points, so I'll hold off for now. There might be other opportunities to increase favorability later, so I'll wait and see.

The two dragged Weige along as they walked side by side out of the factory.

"You accepted a commission to kill Vigor?"

"No, I really am here to collect a debt."

"A veteran? I've never seen you before."

"That's right, I've been a registered assassin for over 25,000 seconds!"

"...You...are very talented!"

............

Three days later, at the Continental Hotel in New York!

Lobby, ordering area.

"Vitelle, give me a Coke from '82, in a glass bottle, with ice."

The waiter looked troubled: "Sir, we..."

Ding!

A gold coin was tossed from Xiao Miao's hand and landed on the tray in the waiter's hand.

No one gets rich without unexpected windfalls. After killing Wei Ge, Xiao Miao's pockets are now bulging.

The waiter quickly accepted the gold coins, then instantly put on a smiling face: "Sir, please wait a moment."

A moment later, the waiter brought a glass of Coke and placed it in front of Xiao Miao. The ice cubes clinked against the glass, making a crisp sound, and the bubbles rose and burst.

Xiao Miao picked up his cola and took a big gulp, then leaned back comfortably in his chair, glancing down at the menu in his hand.

Would a Coke worth 1 gold coin taste better?

will not!

Judging solely from the taste, it's indistinguishable from those sold in street shops, but...

A Coke worth 1 gold coin tastes even better! It gives you a thrill of squandering money and trampling on its value!

"Ha, the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism!"

As a model youth of the new era, Xiao Miao utterly despises this hedonism and extravagance.

As the saying goes, "No investigation, no right to speak." Before thoroughly criticizing the evils of capitalism, Xiao Miao decided to sacrifice himself and conduct a thorough investigation.

The results were terrible, the problem was serious, and he decided to extend the investigation period to ensure that no detail was overlooked.

Creak~

Charon sat down opposite Xiao Miao, glanced at the Coke on the table, and smiled: "Mr. Smith, it seems you got the money successfully."

Xiao Miao looked up from the menu: "Did you need something?"

"No one visits a temple without a reason." The lobby manager is too busy to come over just to chat, even though he just saved his good friend, Master Yeah.

Charon pulled a document from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Xiao Miao: "There's an urgent request. It's not suitable for a novice, but I think it should meet your requirements."

"Let me see..." Xiao Miao picked up the document.

"Hmm... Depart immediately for Paris, France, and together with the client, locate and rescue a hostage from an Albanian gang of hundreds within 96 hours."

Wait a minute, why does this plot development seem so familiar?