From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

The next morning.

As the first rays of warm sunlight pierced through the cold wind and shone on the dark exterior of the FSB headquarters building, a piercing scream shattered the tranquility inside.

When the body of Director Yuri Markov was discovered, the FSB immediately activated its highest alert level. Soon after, fully armed special forces arrived at the scene and cordoned off the entire building.

The traces at the scene were obvious, and there was no need for a forensic expert to make a professional judgment. The FSB employees present were all long-time gun handlers, and they could tell at a glance that the chief died from acute metal poisoning of the brain.

However, the procedures still need to be followed because there are still many suspicious points at the scene that need to be carefully investigated, such as the second person's shoe print on the carpet, and the stick-shaped bruise on the director's face.

The bruises had a strange shape, and everyone who saw them had their own wild imaginations.

Is it possible that the bureau chief committed suicide because he could not bear the humiliation? After all, the only thing that comes to mind when people think of a weapon that could cause such bruises is a sausage.

But what kind of good person would go to such lengths to sneak into the FSB headquarters director's office late at night, carrying sausages with them? So it can only be that thing!

The male employees were still shaken and backed away, afraid of stepping on something unclean on the carpet. The female employees, on the other hand, had shining eyes. They didn't care about the director's death; instead, they were very interested in the story behind it.

A moment later, the forensic doctor arrived in a hurry. After examination, the conclusion was basically consistent with the initial judgment of the others, but they made a new discovery: the ligature marks on the director's neck.

Based on the traces, it is inferred that the weapon used to strangle the bureau chief and the weapon used to slap him in the face were the same thing.

Everyone gasped, and the temperature in the office rose slightly.

If it really is what they're guessing, how long would it be?! Is it even human?

Before the scene went completely off track, the presidential guard took over the defense, and the stand-in president, Belikov, arrived hastily.

The crowd stood at attention and saluted. Belikov entered the office, and after examining Yuri's body, he delivered a passionate speech, announcing that a grand memorial service would be held that afternoon so that Yuri could be laid to rest as soon as possible.

"Mr. President, this is against protocol. There are still many questions surrounding Comrade Yuri's death..."

"Comrade Yuri is a national hero. Are you only happy when you watch his body rot or be dissected and studied on the operating table?" Belikov glared angrily and casually slapped a label on him.

The official who had spoken immediately shut his mouth, wiped his sweat, and retreated into the crowd.

Thus, a grand memorial service was put on the agenda, and various organizations immediately began a busy planning process, including selecting venues, closing roads for security, notifying mainstream media around the world, and issuing diplomatic notes, etc.

Because of the president's words, the entire Maoist leadership was thrown into a frenzy, unaware that this was their last moment of happiness.

Even bigger storms await them after the memorial service.

..........

In a house in Msco, a bald man was packing assassination tools for Miaomiao in his suitcase when a news broadcast about a memorial service caught his attention.

The bald man is none other than one of the ICA's assassins, codenamed 47.

The death of former President Belikov was his masterpiece. As a tool, 47's value disappeared completely after killing the former president. He was unilaterally abandoned by the ICA and has just experienced two assassination attempts.

47 was naturally unwilling to be schemed against so unknowingly. Through clues and inside information passed on by his operator friend Diana, he deduced that everything was a conspiracy by the stand-in president, so he decided to kill the stand-in.

The difficulty of killing a country's president is self-evident, but 47 had already planned everything. The plan was somewhat complicated, but the success rate was very high.

First, contact the CIA's Mauritian district head to secure an escape route for himself → travel to Istanbul and assassinate the president's brother's business partner → approach the president's brother under the guise of a business partner, kill him, and force the president to hold a press conference → secretly kidnap FSB Director Yuri Markov and use his family to coerce him into ordering the assassination of the president → the assassination triggers a riot, and 47 takes advantage of the chaos to kill the president, then voluntarily gets arrested by Interpol → the CIA appears during Interpol's escort, creating an opportunity for 47 to escape.

In short, the whole assassination plan was indeed a bit complicated, but 47 felt that the chances of success were very high. Today was the first day of the operation, and he had arranged to meet with the CIA’s Mao district chief that evening.

As a result, a breaking news story completely disrupted his entire plan.

FSB Director Yuri Markov is dead? And the fake president is going to hold a grand memorial service?

After a brief moment of shock, 47 decided to set off immediately to find suitable sniping positions within a four-kilometer radius of the memorial service.

Even if a suitable opportunity for sniping doesn't come, this can be a chance to observe the security deployment habits of the presidential guard and accumulate experience for the next assassination attempt.

Time flew by, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, the memorial service began on time.

His Excellency the President requested that the ceremony be as grand as possible, so the memorial service was held inside the largest Orthodox cathedral in Mississippi.

The church was packed with people, with dignitaries seated in attendance.

Reporters who rushed to the scene after receiving the notification arrived at the designated area, complaining about the sudden attack by the Russian bear and why such a big thing wasn't announced in advance, while setting up their cameras and microphones, with flashes and shutter sounds filling the air.

Hearing the reporters' complaints, the staff member next to them silently rolled their eyes: "It's a funeral, not a wedding. Why did you give us advance notice? We didn't know the director was going to die today."

If given a choice, most of the staff present would have chosen to let the chief die two days later, because today is Saturday, and they should be sleeping in at home instead of being busy from morning till now, just to make sure a dead person dies with some dignity.

In a corridor on one side of the main hall, Interpol agent Mike Whitey was talking to an elderly but robust soldier whose epaulets bore four gold stars, signifying his distinguished status.

"General, giving a public speech is not a good idea. This could very well be an assassin's plot, and Your Excellency the President is in danger," said Interpol agent Mike.

Mike has been investigating Agent 47's case, but Yuri's death makes him feel something is off; it doesn't seem like Agent 47's modus operandi.

However, he opposed President Belikov's public appearances, especially since the president had already survived an assassination attempt. In such a dangerous time, why risk his own life?

The general understood Mike's concerns, but he also had his own pride: "Don't worry, there are over 200 brutally trained Alpha Special Forces soldiers in the cathedral. It would be too stupid to attempt an assassination at a time like this. Any killer with a brain wouldn't choose to do it today."

"If he makes a move, look around you, how many civilians will bleed?" Mike was furious, thinking the Russians were too cold-blooded.

The general remained unperturbed: "No need to worry, we have ample contingency plans. Now, excuse me."

In fact, although the general's words were blunt, they made a lot of sense. Under such circumstances, assassinating the president was no different from sending someone to their death.

Armored vehicles and armed helicopters are on standby at all times; once the assassins appear, they will have no chance of escape.

The conversation ended unhappily, and Mike was anxious. Reason told him that the general was right, but his intuition was frantically warning him that something big was going to happen today.

The only good news is that the Russians were indeed very well prepared. They covered the podium with state-of-the-art bulletproof glass, and once the enclosure was complete, no one could harm the person inside for a short period of time—except for the president himself.

Five minutes before the speech, President Belikov's motorcade slowly arrived. After getting out of the car, Belikov walked quickly into the church, surrounded by his security team.

A sniper scope followed Belikov's figure as he moved, trying to find an opportunity to fire, but the bullets were repeatedly blocked. In the end, the scope could only watch helplessly as Belikov walked into the cathedral.

Agent 47 put down his sniper rifle and sighed dejectedly. The memorial service had been held far too quickly, leaving no time to prepare for the assassination.

Or rather, with such tight security, no one could possibly kill Belikav.

Inside the cathedral, Belikov walked through the crowd and arrived at the bulletproof glass enclosure on the podium.

Normally, a glass dome providing protection on three sides would be sufficient, but the president specifically requested that a door be added at the back. The staff didn't understand but respected his request.

The bulletproof glass doors closed, the air circulation system was activated, and amidst the gazes and flashes of light from the crowd, the stand-in President Belikov opened his arms, his booming voice echoing throughout the cathedral.

"All eyes are on me, I have something to announce!"