From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Who commissioned the task?

To ensure everything went perfectly, Xiao Miao asked Charon one last question.

Charon shook his head: "The client's identity is confidential."

Xiao Miao nodded, then continued, "The mission requires protecting Nika for a month. What happens if the person who issued the mission dies within that month? Will I still be considered to have completed the mission?"

Charon nodded: "Please rest assured, the mission reward has already been deposited into the designated account in advance, and the mission will not be terminated even if the client encounters an accident."

Xiao Miao breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm relieved to hear that."

Charon looked completely bewildered.jpg

He really wanted to ask Xiao Miao if he was going to do something to the client, but his professionalism and sense of crisis made him hold back.

I have a feeling that something bad will happen if I ask the question.

Xiao Miao accepted the mission and directly spent one gold coin to purchase a transfer service.

The system has an extra weight limit for each cross-dimensional teleportation, and since he can't take all that money with him, Xiao Miao has become increasingly extravagant with his spending.

The greatest tragedy in life is dying before you've spent all your money. Xiao Miao returning to the main world is no different from dying; he'll be left with a huge fortune, which would only benefit the evil capitalists.

As for refusing to complete the world mission and voluntarily staying in this world to live the life of a wealthy man... Xiao Miao never even considered it.

Having been given a second chance at life and fortunate enough to acquire a cheat system, Xiao Miao was naturally unwilling to stop there.

His goal was to achieve immortality and longevity.

The torrential rain made it unsuitable for takeoff.

The young but experienced captain chose to postpone the departure, and Xiao Miao readily complied, waiting in the VIP lounge at the private airport.

The weather forecast says the rainfall will decrease in an hour.

Bored while waiting for his flight, Xiao Miao glanced at the flight attendants and found that they were all stunningly beautiful.

He remembered the rumors about flight attendants he had read online in his previous life, so he waved to the prettiest one and gestured for her to sit next to him.

The flight attendant politely declined, saying, "Sir, I'm not a casual person."

Although Xiao Miao is very handsome, she has a boyfriend, which is a matter of principle.

Snapped!

Xiao Miao pulled out a stack of Franklin and slammed it on the table. The scent of money instantly filled the air. Then came the second and third stacks.

The flight attendants immediately surrounded her, creating a lively and bustling scene.

"Handsome guy, Master, please don't treat us like human beings~"

As it turns out, if you have rice in your hand, the chickens will come naturally.

As for boyfriend?

Which of the flight attendants present didn't have a boyfriend? Or rather, a boyfriend is just a label, a quantum superposition state—you can have one or not, it all depends on whether the big shot who chartered the plane likes that kind of thing.

The plane hadn't taken off, but Xiao Miao had already taken off. The evil ZB ideology was indeed full of depravity. In order to conduct a thorough investigation, Xiao Miao was putting himself into the game.

Ahem, that's right, that's exactly it.

An hour later, the rain gradually subsided, and the plane flew into the clouds and disappeared.

The control tower relayed the message back to the mainland hotel, and Charon immediately reported it to Winston.

Winston, holding a seemingly endless glass of wine, let out a heavy sigh of relief upon hearing this: "That killer is finally gone."

Charon was also relieved: "If he continues to interfere with the hunt for John, I have no idea how to explain it to the High Table."

With the assassins dying in large numbers, Winston and Charon immediately noticed something was wrong.

Although neither of them had direct evidence that Xiao Miao had taken action, only Xiao Miao in all of New York could do that.

"Let those bears worry about it," Winston sneered. "The living conditions for Chinese people in Massachusetts aren't exactly good. If any fool dares to mess with Smith, hehe~~~"

Charon asked curiously, "Can it be compared to the plight of the Black people here?"

Winston thought for a moment: "Pretty much."

"Oh my goodness, then I wish Mr. Smith a good time." Charon had a look on his face that suggested he was enjoying the show.

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

Ten hours later, at Vnukovo International Airport.

As the chartered plane finished taxiing, the last flight attendant, who still had some energy left, struggled to her feet, opened the cabin door, and placed herself on the escalator.

Xiao Miao closed the sexology notebook in her hand and carefully put it into her bosom.

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. Professor Kinsey, who wrote this notebook, is undoubtedly an expert, and the flight attendants sprawled out on the cabin floor are the best proof of that.

As Xiao Miao passed through the cabin door, he received a look of awe from the flight attendant. The flight attendant hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, took off the tattered stockings hanging on her leg and stuffed them into Xiao Miao's pocket, then recited a series of numbers.

"Honey, remember to call me."

In fact, she always keeps a stack of handwritten numbers in her flight attendant uniform so she can hand them out to expand her network when necessary. Unfortunately, she doesn't have the uniform with her now, so she can only give out the phone numbers verbally.

I hope the big shot will remember me.

Xiao Miao readily agreed, but as soon as he got off the escalator, he completely forgot about it. After throwing the stockings into the airport trash can, he had completely forgotten the names of those flight attendants.

It seems I didn't even know what the other person's name was.

Women are indeed a good medicine for men to heal from fatigue and stress. After a period of release, Xiao Miao's fatigue accumulated in the Brotherhood War was swept away, mainly referring to mental fatigue.

He could also approach Saeko Busujima, since she's practically one of his people now.

However, Saeko Busujima did not bring it up herself, nor did Xiao Miao have any intention of speaking up. The two were playing a game of who would speak first.

The only winner in this game will be Xiao Miao, because he has complete control.

Every time Saeko Busujima watched Xiao Miao galloping on horseback through their soul connection, Xiao Miao would hear strange noises.

The soul connection can convey information that surpasses the feedback from the five senses; this little girl is probably about to lose her temper.

Vnukovo International Airport is 28 kilometers away from the center of Moscow. As Xiao Miao walked out of the airport, he was greeted by buildings and roads full of northern charm.

Suddenly he slapped his forehead – he'd forgotten to buy airport pickup service!

Mainland hotels really only offer one-time service for every dollar spent. After a private jet drops you off at your destination, they don't even seem to offer a complimentary airport pick-up service.

The Msco Continental Hotel on the Russian side hasn't made any statement, showing a complete lack of business acumen. To think they can join NATO like this is just wishful thinking.

Being unfamiliar with the area, Xiao Miao chose to take a taxi.

The presence of a Chinese face proved useful; drivers soliciting fares outside the airport swarmed around Xiao Miao, shouting in broken Chinese, "Comrade-in-arms, need a taxi? Cheap!"

"My bargain, my bargain!"

"My Suka is cheaper!"

The two drivers even got into a fight over fares. Xiao Miao shook his head and chuckled, thinking to himself that the Russians were indeed a fighting nation. He then randomly chose one of the remaining drivers.

The other person immediately beamed with joy, their expression no different from that of someone who had won the lottery, and even eagerly opened the car door for Xiao Miao.

After Xiao Miao got into the car, the driver floored the accelerator, and the taxi sped away from the airport area.

A few minutes later, the taxi suddenly veered off the main road at a fork in the road and drove onto a bumpy side road.

As soon as the car pulled the handbrake, several burly men emerged from the bushes and surrounded the taxi from all sides.

The driver got out of the car, opened the back door, and pulled a machete from his pocket: "Get out and pay up!"

Xiao Miao sighed, "I knew it would turn out like this. They talk about comrades-in-arms, but all they think about is money. You bunch of Russians are too wicked."

However, I happened to be short of a car for commuting, so now I don't have to spend money to buy one.

"Sukabul, stop dawdling, get out!" the taxi driver roared, brandishing a machete and looking menacing.

The other burly men immediately cooperated with him, twisting their necks, cracking their knuckles, moving their shoulders, and showing off their biceps, making no attempt to hide their threatening intent.

This tactic was always successful; their small gang made a fortune by robbing Chinese people.

Ninety-nine percent of the Chinese dared not resist and had all their property taken away. The one percent who did resist did so in vain. This is the Russian bear, the Msco. They are numerous and powerful, and there is no way to resist them.

This group was also very careful; they only robbed people and didn't kill them. The airport wasn't far from here, and they could walk back along the road.

Unfortunately, they encountered Xiao Miao today.