From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

After a deafening silence, Wesley's curses became even more vulgar. Cross, unable to bring himself to lay a hand on his son, was spat out of the room.

Xiao Miao stared in disbelief: "Dude, do you even know how to talk? Are you even human?"

Cross's face was grim, trying to mask his embarrassment with coldness: "Normally, I only speak with the gun in my hand."

Xiao Miao nodded.

Got it, top assassins don't speak human language.

Upon closer reflection, it makes sense. If Cross were truly skilled at communication, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.

Xiao Miao stretched his shoulders and hands, then patted the cross's shoulder: "Come on, watch my performance."

As Xiao Miao and his companion entered the room, Wesley sneered upon seeing Xiao Miao: "Aha, I knew you had an accomplice. Kid, you're a bitch too..."

boom!

Xiao Miao showed no mercy to Wesley, delivering a powerful punch straight to his face. In an instant, Wesley's nose collapsed, blood spurted out, and he fell backward along with the chair he was being held in.

Wesley had undergone tough-on training in the Brotherhood, but he still couldn't withstand Xiao Miao's heavy punches. Tears welled up in his eyes instinctively, and he swallowed back the curses that were on the tip of his tongue.

The sight of the cross made his eyes twitch, and his right hand instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist, but he restrained himself, intending to observe further. If Xiao Miao's methods failed, he would then find another way to avenge his son.

"Kid, have you calmed down yet? If you keep spewing nonsense, I don't mind continuing to use it to reason with you."

Xiao Miao looked down at Wesley from his high vantage point, while simultaneously shaking his fist.

Wesley immediately shut his mouth and shook his head frantically to show that he was already calm. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Even if he wanted revenge, he had to find a way to escape first.

Damn it, he'll remember this grudge!

"Very good." Xiao Miao nodded in satisfaction and helped Wesley up with one hand.

Confucius was right: when the enemy is unwilling to negotiate peacefully, violence is indeed the best means to promote peace.

"Listen, kid, I don't know what kind of hype the Brotherhood and Sloan have given you, but Cross is definitely your father, there's evidence of it, and the murdered X has absolutely nothing to do with you."

Wesley spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, a cold smile spreading across his face. "Ridiculous! You think I'd believe your nonsense? This guy is my father's killer. And look at how ugly he is, with his bushy beard and buzz cut, so slovenly. His son is bound to be a loser, a complete failure in life!"

Xiao Miao nodded in agreement: "Yes, isn't that exactly what happened to you before?"

Wesley & Cross: "..."

Okay, it seems there's nothing wrong with that.

"Ahem, anyway, the murder of my father must be avenged. Now that you've caught me, I have nothing to say. Just kill me. Otherwise, I will definitely kill you!" Wesley looked at the cross with a resolute expression.

Xiao Miao also looked at the cross: "Sloan's brainwashing techniques are quite effective. Your son is also stubborn. By the way, don't you have any evidence to prove your relationship?"

The cross nodded: "Of course! I remember every major event he's experienced since birth!"

As he spoke, the cross looked at Wesley: "You were born in xxoo hospital, and you looked like a monkey when you were born... You were very athletic, joining the soccer team in elementary school... and the football team in high school. You met your current girlfriend in the cheerleading squad. To be honest, I always thought you would become an athlete, but unfortunately..."

One by one, big and small, things came out of the mouth of the cross. With each story, Wesley's face grew paler, because everything the cross said was true. Apart from new parents, who else would silently watch over him from birth?

His convictions had wavered.

However, Wesley felt very wronged.

Orphans live a very difficult life, and they have suffered countless hardships. They must have seen the cross, so why don't they show themselves and acknowledge each other?

The usually taciturn Cross seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, talking on and on. Xiao Miao interrupted Cross's outpouring in time: "After saying so much, you should have some physical evidence, after all, words alone are not enough."

Wesley also cast a hopeful glance his way. He already believed in the identity of the cross, but it would be even better if there was evidence.

Cross nodded: "Yes, there are many. I've kept all of Wesley's photos from childhood to adulthood."

Xiao Miao sighed, "Then hurry up and take it out. If you had just taken it out from the beginning, none of this would have happened."

"The photos are stored in another place, and it takes time to go back and forth."

"Don't worry, with me here watching over things, nothing will happen. You hurry up and get the photos."

Cross hesitated for a moment, nodded emphatically, lingered on Wesley for a few seconds before turning and leaving in a hurry.

Silence returned to the abandoned factory. Wesley, head bowed, seemed lost in thought. After a moment, he suddenly looked up at Xiao Miao: "Please let me leave!"

Xiao Miao: ?

"Is this kid stupid? Wait, I didn't hit him that hard just now."

Seeing Xiao Miao's expression as if he were looking at someone mentally challenged, Wesley hurriedly explained, "Don't misunderstand, I did believe what you said, but I have a reason to go back!"

Wesley pictured Firefox in his mind. Now that he had a father, his sweetheart was still in a dangerous situation. Sloan's blatant lie to him meant that the seemingly righteous Brotherhood was no longer clean, and it was definitely not safe for Firefox to stay in the Brotherhood!

He must rescue the goddess!

Seeing that Xiao Miao remained unmoved, Wesley continued to persuade him: "Really, please, I have to go back to the Brotherhood. You have to believe me, they..."

Wesley kept babbling on and on, and Xiao Miao, annoyed by the noise, grabbed a greasy rag from the side and stuffed it into Wesley's mouth.

"Waaaaah, waaaaah!"

Even with his mouth blocked, Wesley continued to sob and desperately moved his tongue around in his mouth, managing to push the rag out.

Xiao Miao was getting impatient. He glanced at the back of Wesley's head, intending to silence him completely, but he suddenly stopped before he could act. His eyes darted around, and he suddenly felt playful.

Wesley felt a chill run down his spine under Xiao Miao's gaze and shrank back, saying, "What kind of look is that?"

"I know why you're going back to the Brotherhood, Firefox, don't I?"

Wesley's eyes darted around. "No, don't make wild guesses."

"Heh." Wesley's stubbornness was pointless. Xiao Miao got up, took out a stack of photos from his pocket, and threw them on Wesley's lap: "Stop thinking about it. Your goddess has long been married and had children. The couple is very loving and they have three big, healthy boys."

"What? Impossible!" Wesley exclaimed in surprise, instinctively denying it, but when he saw the photo on his leg, he couldn't bring himself to say anything to refute it.

What Xiao Miao threw out was actually a photo of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Looking at Mrs. Smith, who looked almost exactly like Firefox, Wesley's eyes widened.

"This...this isn't right..."

Five minutes later, Cross, panting heavily, hurriedly returned and saw his beloved son transformed into a pale stone statue, like a soulless walking corpse, looking as if his father had died.

The cross called out twice, but Wesley remained unmoved.

"What's wrong with him?" Cross looked at Xiao Miao.

Xiao Miao chuckled: "The confusion of adolescence, young men who are inexperienced in the ways of the world are always troubled by love."

The cross: "??? He's 25 and still troubled by love?"

Xiao Miao glanced sideways at the cross: "You should know whether he's troubled by love or not."

The cross thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "...That's true."

Wesley's cheerleader girlfriend is indeed very attractive, but her boyfriend has always been Wesley's colleague, Barry.

If Wesley is lucky, he can wash the dishes when he gets home from get off work; if he's unlucky, he won't even see a nice face and has to force himself to ignore the curly hair around his girlfriend's mouth.

"He needs some time to calm down. Let's deal with the other person first," Xiao Miao said.

The cross thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Alright."

He put down the materials in his hand and left the room with Xiao Miao. A few seconds later, the sound of the two talking could be heard outside the door.

"Huh? Why isn't Fire Fox awake yet?"

Wesley caught the key words and his ears perked up immediately.

The voice of the cross followed immediately: "Blood is seeping from the ears, mouth, and nose. You went too far."

"There's nothing I can do, she's very skilled, I can't hold back."

"He needs immediate medicated bath treatment. Come on, lend a hand...wait, what a terrible bondage position!"

"I remember you have to take off all your clothes for a medicinal bath, right? You need to avoid suspicion, so leave this to me."

Wesley's eyes widened in fury. Tied to the chair, he struggled violently, raising his neck and roaring at the wall, "No! You! Need! To! Take! Your! Clothes! Off!"