From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

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

The strikingly different opening instantly grabbed everyone's attention, but what Belikov said next completely surprised everyone.

"The real Belikov is dead. I'm an imposter. This is what I used to be!"

The double took a photo from the briefcase at his feet and slapped it on the glass in front of him: "Ten years ago, I...blah blah blah, Wabi-bab... Yuri did a great job, he sent me and the president's toys, and..."

Silence, deathly silence!

When the stunt double, Belikoff, started revealing the secrets, everyone present went completely crazy.

From special forces soldiers on guard duty to dignitaries attending the memorial service, from journalists holding cameras in a daze to ambassadors from all over the world, a multitude of questions simultaneously arose in everyone's minds.

After a brief silence, the discussion erupted. The visiting reporters, like sharks that had smelled blood, had their eyes shining!

Belikov's revelations continue, with one bombshell after another coming out of his mouth. Each incident is accompanied by evidence, including the names of accomplices, dates, financial transactions, and other irrefutable details.

The reporters' nostrils flared violently, and they were panting heavily. They knew all too well what this news meant. Once they successfully reported it, they would immediately become famous reporters, get promoted, receive a raise, marry a voluptuous woman, and reach the pinnacle of their lives.

The dignitaries who were on the same ship as the double Belikoff were also shocked; in fact, they were the most surprised people in the entire cathedral.

What's this guy trying to do? Does he want to die? If he does, don't drag us down with him!

No one answered the politicians' questions. By the time they realized what was happening and tried to cover it up, the stand-in, Belikov, had already broadcast his words to the world via television.

Several security personnel realized what was happening and tried to forcibly remove Belikov from the church, but the bulletproof glass enclosure had already been locked from the inside, and the key had been obtained by his stand-in before he went on stage.

The stand-in, with tears streaming down his face, donated all his assets in front of a global audience to support orphans, nursing homes, military sanatoriums, and patients affected by the Chernobyl incident.

After explaining everything, the double breathed a sigh of relief, took out a miniature revolver from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and then pulled the trigger.

boom!

After a gunshot, the deeply sinful body double completed his self-punishment in front of the camera.

The Russian authorities, reacting a step too late, quickly cut off the live broadcast signal, but the information that had already leaked out was explosive enough. Coupled with the simultaneous deaths of the president and the FSB director, and the infighting among various factions, the complete video source quickly circulated and was repeatedly rebroadcast throughout Russia.

And so, Russia exploded, Asia exploded, and America exploded!

New York, Continental Hotel.

Winston watched the news quietly, his wine glass remaining motionless for a long time, his eyes fixed blankly on the television news.

A president of a country, just like that, gone?

Reason told him that this had nothing to do with Mr. Smith, but intuition told him otherwise.

From the moment he joined the hotel, Mr. Smith had been keen on making a big splash, and this globally shocking event occurred right after he accepted a mission to Msco.

It's hard for Winston not to connect the two.

"Charon, could this be Smith's doing?" Winston murmured.

"I don't know either, sir." Charon slowly shook his head. "But I have a feeling it is."

“I’m just like you…” Winston put down his glass, his expression more serious than ever before: “Whatever the truth is, we absolutely cannot make enemies with him. We’ve already offended him because of the High Table’s orders, and we must find a way to mend our relationship as soon as possible.”

Charon wholeheartedly agreed: "Sir, you're right!"

An apartment in Msco.

After failing to complete the assassination, Agent 47 returned to his room and turned on the TV, only to see the news of Belikov's public suicide.

Hitman 47: "?"

No, he committed suicide? Am I dreaming?

A small town on the northern slopes of the Caucasus Mountains.

Inside Nika's safe house, Nika, sitting in front of the television, was already sobbing uncontrollably.

With the deaths of the people who had brought her countless painful memories, she was finally free!

"Smith, thank you..."

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

The death of the fake Belikov has affected countless people around the world, and the far-reaching political repercussions are still spreading. After watching the news report on New York TV, Xiao Miao immediately turned off the TV.

That concludes the assigned task. Nika is now safe. Next, he'll have a chat with the manager of the M-Sco Continental Hotel.

Leaking your car's GPS location information is no different from murder.

The smell of alcohol was stronger than usual at the McSco Continental Hotel.

Hotel manager Roman Petrovich Zakharov, a burly man with two doors, left the bar with two Persian cat-woman assassins after the news ended, heading towards a private room located in the hotel's basement.

As the saying goes, news is like alcohol, and the more you drink, the more you have. Roman, shocked, drank three bottles of vodka. Now, under the influence of alcohol, his mind was wandering, and he urgently needed to vent.

The butler, Igor, was used to this and opened the door to Roman's private room. Roman entered the room and was about to throw the two Persian cats onto the bed when he suddenly discovered that there was a stranger in the room.

"Who are you?" Roman's drunkenness vanished instantly, and he asked coldly as he put down the woman on his arm.

Xiao Miao tossed aside the kvass can in his hand and slowly said, "Tell him to behave."

Roman scoffed, "You're the one who should behave yourself. This is the Continental Hotel, my property..."

boom!

Halfway through his sentence, a size 44 foot suddenly kicked Roman in the butt. Roman was completely unprepared for this situation, staggered forward a few steps, and fell face-first into the dirt.

At the same time, the two female assassins brought in by Roman sensed something was wrong and reached under their skirts to fumble for their sidearms.

Xiao Miao moved even faster than them, her dark gray tentacles flashing as they wrapped around the two women and roamed over their thighs.

The two female assassins looked blank for a moment, then returned to normal. The energy tentacles dissipated, and the female assassins bypassed Roman and walked to Xiao Miao's side, massaging his shoulders and legs.

"You..." Roman looked up and saw this scene. His heart sank. He vaguely guessed what was going on and turned to look behind him.

Sure enough, Igor, the once loyal butler, was pointing his gun at him; that kick in the butt must have been from him.

"Sit down, I have something I want to ask you." Xiao Miao pointed to the sofa opposite him.

Roman took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He stood up, walked to sit opposite Xiao Miao, swallowed hard, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to ask, you despicable outsider!"

Xiao Miao raised an eyebrow.

Wait, there's an unexpected bonus?

"Interesting, it seems you know something."

Roman sneered: "Of course, you're not from Earth, are you? You suddenly appeared out of nowhere, descended upon Earth with some purpose, and..."

As he spoke, Roman glanced at the people in the room: "You all have enviable superpowers, although some of your abilities aren't very practical. If I'm not mistaken, your superpower is mind control, right?"

At this point, Roman suddenly widened his eyes: "Wait a minute, if that's the case, then the president's public suicide must have been orchestrated by you!"

Xiao Miao clapped his hands in praise: "You reacted quickly, you got it right, but there's no prize."

Roman's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized that being too smart wasn't always a good thing; it seemed he had just squandered his own chance of survival...

To Roman's horrified gaze, a thick tentacle emerged from behind Xiao Miao.

He wanted to scream and run away, but the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of his head, making him afraid to make any rash moves.

Energy tentacles touched his arm, and Roman trembled all over. Xiao Miao's will descended, and he quickly fell into hypnosis.

"Tell me everything you know," Xiao Miao ordered.

Roman nodded: "As far as I know, they're organizing a 'Peach Banquet'!"

The four characters "蟠桃大会" are pronounced in Chinese, but Roman's tongue couldn't straighten, and his intonation was very strange.

"The Peach Banquet?" Xiao Miao was somewhat taken aback. "This doesn't make sense. How come it involves Journey to the West?"

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