From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Xiao Miao made up his mind, opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. The engine roared, mud was kicked up by the tires, and two tire tracks were left on the ground that kept moving away.

Moments later, the fleeing townspeople slowly approached and discovered the killer's body in the restaurant lobby.

The group quickly called the police, and while waiting for the police to arrive, they found a wad of US dollars left by Xiao Miao at the restaurant's front desk.

I counted them, and there were at least tens of thousands!

The bright green hundred-yuan bills were incredibly tempting, far more so than rubles. A few thugs hatched a plan to rob Franklin, and ended up fighting with the restaurant owner who arrived a little too late.

One of the thugs got carried away and accidentally killed the boss. The group scattered again, and the three of them fled to escape punishment. On the way, they got into another fight over the loot, and only one of them survived.

Xiao Miao had so much money he couldn't spend it all. When it came to making compensation, he didn't think too much about it, but he overlooked the complexity of human nature.

Xiao Miao drove his Mercedes-Benz S600 to a relatively prosperous small town, where he did a large shopping spree at the local supermarket before driving the car back into the wilderness.

Traces of human civilization are gradually disappearing. Smooth asphalt roads are being replaced by frozen soil, and unmelted snow is piling up on the road, making a crunching sound as wheels roll over it.

Nika's heart jumped again; she was like a frightened little animal, easily frightened by anything that seemed amiss.

"Are you... are you going to kill me too?" Nika said tremblingly. "Please don't kill me. I... I know a lot of positions. Are you tired? Let me help you relax."

As she spoke, she pretended to undo Xiao Miao's belt, to show him her eloquence.

Xiao Miao slapped Nika's hand away and pushed away the little head that was leaning in: "Don't let your imagination run wild. I already told you I'm here to protect you."

The poor woman, in her panic, could only think of her own body as a weapon and something of value. Could there be anything more tragic than this?

"I understand~~~" Nika shrank back into the passenger seat, feeling a little disappointed.

The Mercedes S600 arrived at a small grove in the middle of nowhere. Xiao Miao got out of the car, picked up Nika, and turned to leave.

His 10 points of physical strength allowed him to carry people with ease, and the two figures quickly disappeared into the woods.

An hour later, three cars appeared in the open field, heading straight for Xiao Miao's bulletproof Mercedes.

The car stopped outside the woods, and three bald men in suits got out, approached the Mercedes within a hundred meters, stopped, and opened fire from a distance.

The specially designed bulletproof doors were dented one after another. After the three men changed magazines several times, the windshield shattered first, and bullets rained down into the car.

After emptying the magazine again, the three men approached with guns drawn. As they opened the car door, their pupils constricted, and they dropped their guns and ran away.

late.

On a remote, desolate path, Xiao Miao pressed the detonation button.

Rumble!

A bright flash of light illuminated the increasingly dark sky, and moments later the tremor traveled along the earth, and thick black smoke disappeared into the night.

"BYD cars really do have GPS!" Xiao Miao cursed inwardly, mentally adding a note to the list of hotels in mainland China owned by MS.

GPS trackers are very small and can be hidden inside a car without being detected unless the entire vehicle is disassembled and inspected one by one.

Selling cars and secretly installing GPS tracking devices is like phone operators selling personal information to telecom fraud gangs; Xiao Miao estimates that mainland Chinese hotels all over the world have done this quite often.

"First kill the double, Belikov, then find the manager of the Msco Continental Hotel and have a heart-to-heart talk."

Having made up his mind, Xiao Miao hoisted Nika onto his shoulder and started running again, speeding towards the nearest town.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, a silver-gray Ford Focus continued its journey south.

This type of car is one of the most common C-class family cars in Russia, and it is very inconspicuous.

After a good night's sleep, Nika's emotions completely stabilized, and the sense of freedom from escaping her cage made her even more lively.

In the passenger seat, Nika casually flipped through a magazine, her long legs casually propped up on the center console, her two playful toes swinging back and forth, leaving footprints on the white fog of the windshield.

Sensing the gaze of those around her, Nika smiled and turned to place her feet on Xiao Miao's lap: "Where are you taking me?"

"A place where Belikov can't find you for a while... Don't move your feet, stay still."

"You're a strange person." Nika's gaze was fixed ahead, staring at the end of the road. "Do you know how Belikov treated me, and those hypocritical high-ranking officials? I tried to run away, but..."

Nika suddenly began to recount her tragic past, describing one humiliating experience after another.

Xiao Miao listened quietly, her eyes fixed straight ahead. After a moment, she turned to the side and asked, "So, what are you trying to say?"

"They all treat me like a tool, but you treat me like a human being, so I want to make you happy." Nika's expression was very serious.

"Then keep quiet."

"Are you really not going to reconsider?" Nika pulled out a red string from somewhere and put it to her mouth.

She gave Xiao Miao a teasing look, making sure he was watching her out of the corner of his eye, and stuck out her tongue to hook the red string into her mouth.

Nika's cheeks and chin constantly expanded and contracted, and her tongue could be faintly seen moving inside her mouth.

Just as Xiao Miao was confused, Nika suddenly opened her mouth, and the thin red rope had been tied into a Chinese knot.

Xiao Miao: (ﾟДﾟ)ゞ

Is it really possible to achieve this level of skill?

In principle, it's best not to drive when you're in a car, but Xiao Miao thinks she's too kind and never knows how to refuse others.

Never mind, I'll definitely do it next time!

Xiao Miao pressed down on Nika's head, and Nika immediately showed a relieved smile, leaning down.

The Ford Focus accelerates and decelerates with suction, leaving amazing tire tracks on the road.

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A day later, in a small town in the northern foothills of the Caucasus Mountains, Xiao Miao bought a safe house for Nika and told her not to go out unless necessary.

"Watch the TV news, you'll soon see news of Belikov's death, then hide for a while longer, and you'll be free."

Nika, her eyes brimming with tears, asked, "Will you come looking for me again?"

Xiao Miao didn't answer, but took out a bag of US dollars and placed it on the table: "After Belikoff dies, find a place to live the life you want with this money."

Nika understood the unspoken meaning, and tears instantly streamed down her face: "Can't you not go? I know you're very capable, but he's the president. How are you going to fight against an entire country?"

"A nation is the collective of all its citizens. That stand-in doesn't deserve to be equated with a nation, and besides..." Xiao Miao blinked, "You have no idea how powerful I am. Just wait and see the news."

After saying that, he turned and left decisively, without any hesitation.

Nika stared at Xiao Miao's departing figure, hesitating to utter the words of farewell.

She felt she didn't deserve it.

Xiao Miao spent a day returning to Msco.

With Nika no longer a burden by his side, he was finally able to unleash his full potential, fully utilizing his magical abilities and superhuman physical prowess.

The VIP protection operation is over; now it's time for a speedrun.

Let's start with the FSB Director.

As night fell, the headquarters of the Federal Security Service (FSB) in Mauritius stood silently in the cold wind.

The employees left the building in twos and threes, discussing which bar to go to for some liquid food to warm up, and then complaining about their wives who were as strong as oxen but had yellow faces.

Xiao Miao, wearing a black top hat, appeared downstairs, looked up at the building, and after a moment walked into the alley next to it.

The headquarters building was plunged into darkness floor by floor, with only the director's office on the top floor still lit.

It wasn't that the director was particularly dedicated; the ICA's accountability forced him to take time to think of a solution.

"Useless ICA! They dare call themselves the most powerful assassin organization? They can't even take down the assassins from a mainland hotel. So many people have died, and they still have the nerve to ask me for compensation!"

Yuri grew angrier and angrier, slamming the documents in his hand onto the table.

Yuri felt a pang of heartache at the thought of the recent loss of wealth and manpower, and his political enemies found an excuse to interrogate him relentlessly, making him miserable.

If that assassin from the Continental Hotel dared to show his face, Yuri swore he would strangle him with his own hands!

The idea flashed through his mind and was quickly dismissed by Yuri.

"Just kidding, please don't come looking for me, it's all the substitute's fault!"