From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Xiao Miao got out of the back seat and walked to the driver.

The driver grinned triumphantly, but just as he uttered the word "suka," he felt a train slam into his stomach, sending him flying backward in a V-shape.

boom!

The driver crashed into the wasteland, leaving a trail of blood on the cold ground.

Seeing the situation was turning sour, the others immediately raised their hands: "We meant no harm, we just wanted to play a joke on you!"

They all spoke English, had clear eyes, and looked completely harmless.

"It's alright, I'm the one with bad intentions now." Xiao Miao beckoned with her finger: "Now hand over all the money you have on you."

A burly man frowned: "Dude, isn't this a bit unnecessary? You started it. If we call the police, how long do you think you'll end up in jail?"

One of the key reasons why this industry of robbing Chinese people has been able to persist for so long is that thugs and police collude with each other.

Xiao Miao nodded: "I understand, so they're a bunch of people who value money more than their lives."

Upon hearing this, the group exchanged glances, then clenched their fists and charged at Xiao Miao.

After a few muffled thuds, they were sent flying backward at an even faster speed, falling to the ground howling in pain, their eyes filled with terror.

Could this terrifying power mean the opponent has Slavic ancestry?

Xiao Miao picked up the machete next to the driver and slashed the necks of the men one by one.

Warm blood soaked the frozen earth, and the men clutched their necks, groaning softly before falling silent.

The crimes they committed may not have warranted death, but they were unlucky enough to fall into Xiao Miao's hands.

Xiao Miao had a very bad impression of this kind of person, so he simply killed him with one blow.

This negative feeling stems from a past life, during the war with Russia, when a college classmate who was very close to Xiao Miao went to Russia to do business with his family elders.

They were robbed as soon as they left the airport. The father and son traveled a long way before finally returning to China. What followed was a series of chain reactions, and ultimately the friend committed suicide.

Of course, every country has good and bad people. These guys were just unlucky; they happened to run into Xiao Miao when they were doing this kind of dirty work.

Extinguishing the flashbacks in her mind, Xiao Miao drove a taxi to the MSK city center and found the MSK Continental Hotel.

The hotels here are completely different from those in New York. The most striking feature is the large bar, where many Russians are drinking. You can smell the strong aroma of alcohol as soon as you enter.

With gold coins paving the way, hotel staff greeted him with smiles, and he was fully equipped with guns, ammunition, bulletproof cars, and bulletproof suits. Xiao Miao left the hotel with the intelligence.

MSK Riverside, the Barshug Kempinski Hotel, with its Russian neoclassical style, stands quietly in the cold wind.

A black Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly pulled up in front of the hotel. Xiao Miao got out of the car, and a doorman immediately approached respectfully.

Those who can afford such a car are generally not ordinary people, and the doorman dared not offend him, even though Xiao Miao had a Chinese face.

On the fifth floor of the hotel, outside the presidential suite, a burly Slavic man in a black suit was furtively looking around.

His black leather shoes made no sound as he moved on the soft carpet.

After confirming that no one was around, the burly man tiptoed out his lock-picking tools and bent down to fiddle with the keyhole of the presidential suite door.

Perhaps the gate was designed with anti-theft measures in mind, because no matter how hard the strong man poked and prodded in the keyhole, he was unable to unlock it.

He was getting anxious, afraid that his whereabouts would be discovered, and the more anxious he became, the less he could open the lock.

"Don't rush, take your time, it's just a keyhole."

A voice sounded behind the burly man, calm in tone, seemingly possessing a magical quality that unconsciously instilled trust in him.

The burly man took a deep breath: "You're right, I should take it slow, I'll eventually get through this damn keyhole... Who else could it be but you?"

The burly man realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence and abruptly turned around.

He was greeted by a pair of long, strong hands.

Xiao Miao grabbed the burly man's head with both hands and gently twisted it. An irresistible force erupted, and with a soft crack, the burly man's body went limp, his strong muscles becoming nothing more than decoration.

After confirming that no one was around, Xiao Miao dragged the burly man into the emergency exit and then returned to the door of the presidential suite.

Grasping the doorknob, Xiao Miao softly said, "Open the door!"

A slender tentacle emerged from the cuff, slipped into the keyhole, and penetrated deep into the room. From the inside, it grasped the doorknob and gently turned it, quietly opening the door.

The more you use the magic tentacles, the better they become.

Xiao Miao slipped inside, hanging up a "Do Not Disturb" sign as she went.

According to intelligence, Nika Boronina, the lover of the Russian president Belikov, lives here, and she is also the target that Xiao Miao needs to protect on this mission.

The presidential suite is spacious, with master and secondary bedrooms, a dining room, a living room, a bar, and other rooms. The bathroom door was not closed, and the sound of running water could be heard from inside.

Xiao Miao had no intention of disturbing the other man's bath. He sat on the sofa and waited quietly, while casually looking through the small items and wallet he had taken from the burly man.

A moment later, the sound of water stopped, and a graceful figure walked out of the bathroom.

Nika walked into the living room naked, humming a song as she dried her hair with a towel.

Suddenly, Nika's singing stopped abruptly, and the towel slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

She saw Xiao Miao.

Xiao Miao glanced at Nika casually, smiled and nodded: "Nice tattoo, but you're a bit too thin."

Nika has a typical Eastern European appearance, and her burgundy highlighted short hair gives her a touch of wildness.

Seeing that Xiao Miao had no intention of making a move, Nika took a deep breath to stay calm and walked barefoot to sit down opposite Xiao Miao.

"Who...who are you?"

Nika's voice is younger than her appearance.

"My name is Smith, a hotel hitman from the mainland. I just accepted a job to protect you." Xiao Miao handed the Slavic man's wallet to Nika. "Do you know this man?"

The burly man's ID card was in the wallet.

Nika glanced at him and immediately nodded: "He's my driver, responsible for picking me up to...work. What's up?"

When Nika spoke of "working," her voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating that the work involved was not pleasant.

"That's strange. Your driver was trying to pick the lock, and I caught him red-handed. What do you think he was trying to do?"

Nika shook her head; her mind was a mess.

"Of course, it's to get rid of you. You know things you shouldn't know, like the president has a body double, and only the dead can keep secrets forever."

Xiao Miao took out a small syringe and threw it on the table: "This was also found on your driver. It's obviously not glucose or 'I love a piece of firewood' inside."

"But... I didn't hire you to protect me, I... I don't have any money," Nika said pitifully. She had no idea what had happened and was shocked by the information Xiao Miao had casually revealed.

Xiao Miao grabbed a coat from the sofa and threw it at Nika: "You'd better put on some clothes right now, I reckon we'll have guests coming soon."

Nika was confused, but she obediently put on her coat. Speak of the devil, and he appears. As soon as Xiao Miao finished speaking, a series of braking sounds came from downstairs.

Xiao Miao walked to the window and looked down at the first floor, and found that the hotel's main entrance was full of black cars, all of which had the FSB logo printed on them.

The Russian Federal Security Service.

Fully armed special forces disembarked one after another, carrying a full range of weapons, both long and short. Their full-body individual armor made them look formidable, and they moved with great discipline.

The doorman stood to one side, talking to the commander of the group.

A fight was inevitable. Xiao Miao grabbed Nika and led her into the bathroom, bringing her to the bathtub: "Take another bath, and I'll take you away from here in a while."

Nika shook her head frantically: "No, I can't leave! My boyfriend will kill me!"

"Don't be silly, girl, the people who want to kill you are here." Xiao Miao pulled out two Desert Eagles from his waist: "They probably still want to frame me. They had a good plan, but they messed with the wrong person."

On Xiao Miao's wrist, the red katana patterns seemed ready to spring to life.

After her strength increased, Saeko Busujima became even more belligerent.

This is a good thing, it shows that she has a strong sense of initiative.

Downstairs at the hotel, the special forces commander was reporting the situation on his cell phone:

"Sir, the target has been captured, we are in action."

"Don't worry, sir. It's just a hitman from the Mainland Hotel, a third-rate civilian gang. No matter how skilled he is, he can't possibly beat our special forces."