From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Brian cautiously went upstairs to check the situation and found that the guards, sensing something was wrong, had run away!

Brian, back in the basement, had a very interesting expression on his face. He looked around at the kidnapped girls and successfully found his unconscious daughter.

"Kim!" Brian picked up his daughter and checked her carefully. Fortunately, she hadn't been injected with drugs. Kim was just unconscious and would wake up soon.

Brian carried his daughter out. Before leaving, Xiao Miao untied the shackles from the other girls and poured cold water on them. The girls' eyelids trembled as they were about to wake up.

After Xiao Miao used the guard's phone to call the reporter, he escorted Brian away from the mansion. However, the guards did not reappear until the two got into the car.

"They actually ran away. I thought they were trying to hide and wait for reinforcements." Brian was speechless.

Xiao Miao also found it absurd, but then she realized it made sense: "Actually, it's normal. The last group of men in France died out during the White Feather Movement."

"...That makes sense."

Upon arriving at the airport, Brian was in a hurry to buy a plane ticket for his daughter to return home, but Xiao Miao stopped him: "Wait a moment, your daughter goes back first, you stay and help me with something."

Here it comes! I knew it wouldn't be that simple!

Brian immediately became alert. From the moment Xiao Miao paid out of his own pocket, he suspected that this person had ulterior motives for accepting the commission, and he was right.

Fortunately, his daughter had been successfully rescued, and Brian's gloom dissipated. He secretly made a decision: as long as Xiao Miao's request was not inhumane, he would definitely help her to the end.

"What kind of busy work?" Brian asked.

"Are you willing to go back like this, letting those Albanians continue to exist, continue kidnapping daughters of unknown fathers, injecting them with drugs, forcing them into prostitution, and committing all sorts of evil deeds?"

Upon hearing this, Brian's breathing quickened slightly: "You mean...?"

"While investigating the clues, I saw some... horrifying scenes, I just couldn't bear to look at them," Xiao Miao continued. "Do me a favor, find a way to bring the Albanian gang together, I'll handle the rest."

Brian had a vague idea of ​​what was going on: "You mean... this is insane! Those are nearly a hundred armed gang members, not a hundred pigs! They'll run, they'll fight back, they'll fire indiscriminately!"

"You don't need to worry about that. Just tell me if you'll help me with this."

Brian's mouth was dry. He was completely terrified by Xiao Miao's crazy plan. He realized exactly what the other party was going to do, and even felt a sense of anticipation.

He wished he could kill those scumbags with his own hands, but there were too many of them, and killing just one or two henchmen would be of no use.

Xiao Miao's insane plan gave him the opportunity for revenge!

Taking a deep breath, Brian finally made his decision: "Okay, let's do something big together, on the condition that I see Kim board the plane with my own eyes."

"No problem, it's a pleasure to work with you." Xiao Miao smiled.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Jin quickly regained consciousness under her father's care, and the father and daughter embraced and wept, which warmed Xiao Miao's body.

The boarding time was fast approaching. Knowing that her father had other matters to attend to in Paris, Jin, though reluctant, obediently boarded the plane.

After experiencing this catastrophe, Jin deeply realized what it meant to suffer the consequences of not listening to elders. In a short time, she transformed into a dutiful daughter, obeying Brian's every word.

As soon as the plane took off, Brian immediately called his ex-wife to inform her of the flight and estimated landing time. After finishing, he looked at Xiao Miao and said, "Let's go. We need to find a place to discuss this properly. We need to study when and where those people gather. It depends on what tactics you are good at."

"Actually, my tactics are a bit unusual. How about this, we'll continue to discuss the plan after I get the weapons."

"Alright."

.........

The underground bar at the Continental Hotel in Paris.

Xiao Miao followed the staff through a dimly lit passage to the armory at the end. The "sophist" responsible for receiving the assassins nodded to Xiao Miao and said, "Good evening, Mr. Smith."

The sommelier was dressed very elegantly. Although he was just an arms dealer, he dressed like a traditional French nobleman who was about to attend a royal banquet. His demeanor was graceful and had a special air about him, reminiscent of the Louis XVI era.

Xiao Miao guessed that this person must have no sense of humor, because there has to be a limit to joking.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Xiao Miao quickly got to the point: "I need a gun, and a lot of bullets."

The sommelier wore a formulaic smile: "It seems you're attending a large party. Would you mind telling me the number of people?"

"It's inconvenient; there are a lot of people, so we need reliable weapons that can fire continuously."

The sommelier nodded: "I understand. Then I recommend the German varieties for you. Of course, the new Austrian varieties are also good. They are accurate, have redesigned grips, and the flared magazine wells make reloading easier. You will definitely like their customizable modifications."

Xiao Miao tried it out, then shook his head regretfully: "I need something more powerful and precise!"

"Powerful and precise!" The sommelier savored the words repeatedly, his brow furrowed in deep thought. He then turned and took a rifle from the gun cabinet, handing it to Xiao Miao: "AR-15, 11.5-inch barrel, ion-coated bolt, equipped with a 1 to 6x variable scope from Jikang Company."

Xiao Miao tried it out and shook his head regretfully: "It feels good, but it doesn't last long enough. Do you have anything more unrestrained and exciting?"

Isn't that wild enough?

The sommelier raised an eyebrow: "It's been a long time since I've had such a discerning customer. Speaking of boldness, I recommend Benelli's M4..."

Xiao Miao appraised several firearms in succession, but was not very satisfied with any of them. Suddenly, he noticed a large toy in the corner of the display case that was covered by a black cloth for some reason.

The black cloth could conceal its shape, but it could not hide its ferocious ridges. Even through the black cloth, Xiao Miao could feel its undeniable intimidating power.

Heavy and violent, like a lurking wild beast.

"What's down there?" Xiao Miao asked.

The sommelier followed Xiao Miao's gaze and gave an awkward smile: "Oh, that's... a last resort when we were buying the goods to enrich our collection. It's been here for a long time, so long that we had to cover it up."

Xiao Miao nodded: "It sounds like you're waiting for me. Please introduce yourself to me."

"...The customer is always right, as you wish." The sommelier hesitated for a moment, then, under Xiao Miao's gaze, lifted the black cloth to reveal a menacing weapon: an M240 general-purpose machine gun!

Xiao Miao immediately understood.

No wonder the sommelier said it had been slow to sell for a long time. What assassin would be so foolish as to buy it? Assassins generally prefer pistols and submachine guns, and rarely even use rifles.

As for machine guns?

Brother, that's neither elegant nor practical. I've never heard of anyone using a machine gun for assassination.

but......

Xiao Miao looked thoughtful. This gun seemed to be particularly suitable for him!

"The M240B is the standard infantry variant of the U.S. Army, commonly used for vehicle-mounted, ship-mounted, and aircraft fire support. It is known for its high accuracy and reliability, with a rate of fire of 750 rounds per minute and an effective range of 3725 meters, capable of accurate firing within 800 meters."

The sommelier's professionalism goes without saying; even if a gun hasn't been used for years, he knows all the data by heart.

"How's the power and battery life?"

"That's precisely the advantage of the M240B!" The sommelier placed this all-matte black weapon on the table: "It uses 7.62x51mm full-power rounds. Compared to the 5.56mm caliber of the M249 and M16, it can easily penetrate most apartment walls and steel structures within its effective range. Its performance in urban warfare has been widely praised by soldiers. It's belt-fed and can be equipped with a 200-round ammunition box!"

Xiao Miao finally smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, this is it. I need two M240Bs and a thousand rounds of ammunition."

"???"

The sommelier gave an awkward but polite smile: "Uh...it seems you're planning to have a...impressive party."

He really wanted to ask Xiao Miao what he was up to, what kind of outrageous commission he had accepted that would require the use of something like the M240B.

But the hotels in mainland China have their own rules, and the sommelier's professionalism made him suppress his curiosity. Perhaps it won't be long before the TV news satisfies his curiosity.

Xiao Miao nodded upon hearing this: "It really left a deep impression."

"As for vehicles, I personally recommend the military Hummer; it's a classic design with various modification options..."

Xiao Miao raised her hand to interrupt the sommelier: "What vehicle? I don't need a vehicle."

The sommelier was taken aback: "No vehicle... then where do you want to set up the M240?"

Xiao Miao looked at the sommelier with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot: "I bought two guns, and I happen to have two arms. Do you really need to ask such an obvious question?"

"???" The sommelier's composed smile completely crumbled.