Therefore, Javier intended for Luis to rewrite the script, return to help him research bioweapons, and truly complete the immortality virus that even Spencer had dreamed of.
Of course, completing the journey to Salazar Castle was also real—after all, the castle village in Spain's Wolf's Valley was a place he had always dreamed of exploring.
He hadn't collected all the treasures in the game back then, but now he wanted to achieve that accomplishment in his hands.
Just thinking about the various antique treasures in Salazar Castle made Javier's mouth water.
He was well-prepared this time, specifically bringing a sack to take away these rare treasures.
Anyway, there were no living members left in the Salazar Family; they were all Plaga parasite monsters.
Rather than letting the Spanish government later take everything, he might as well satisfy his collecting hobby.
As he spoke, Javier looked at the golden thumb ring on his thumb, adorned with several gemstones, making it exceptionally eye-catching and radiating colorful brilliance under the light.
Name: Noble's Private Stash
Type: Item
Effect: Externally cast from a golden thumb ring, it internally contains a 10-square-meter storage space that can hold any item except living beings.
It was once a small tool specifically used by a certain noble to hide money…
Remarks: The hidden backpack is finally here! It's an essential item for home travel, murder, and robbery.
Because of its dazzling appearance, be careful not to let it be stolen!
No barrier; simply hold the item and press the ruby to absorb it, and the sapphire to release it.
...
The long-unseen Golden Finger was back online.
This time, Javier had spent a large amount of points to purchase this super-rare spatiotemporal item.
Although such a mustard seed Sumeru ring is a supermarket shopping bag that everyone has in fantasy and cultivation genres, in the sci-fi world, storage items are extremely precious.
After all, you wouldn't want to carry a large truckload of weapons everywhere, would you?
So, yes, Javier intended to use this thumb ring to confiscate all the antique treasures of the Salazar Family.
As for our famous Leon S. Kennedy, the true goose-plucking, grass-not-growing thief who leaves nothing behind wherever he goes...
Uh... Javier said, you saved the castle's little princess, so you go show off.
He'll endure the'suffering' of these riches and antique treasures.
As for the meme, "My salary is very high," just forget it.
You're a United States Government agent; what do you need so much money for?
You don't need to save money for a bride price to marry Wang Auntie; as a rich woman, Wang Auntie is wealthier than you.
If Wang Auntie were willing, perhaps there would be no bride price, but rather a dowry in reverse—
Chapter 5: Sir Knight
"Let me see…"
"Hoh, the target has appeared! Tsk, as expected of Leon S. Kennedy in his prime, even I have to concede three points to his appearance at this time."
Indeed, through the fist-sized newspaper hole, Javier's gaze caught sight of Leon S. Kennedy, who stood out like a crane among chickens at the airport.
He had golden-blonde flaxen hair parted in the middle, a chiseled face, sharp eyes with sword-like brows, and an extremely cold expression—a perfect model's face.
If Wesker was truly an icy poker face, Leon S. Kennedy was different; he wasn't expressionless, but genuinely cool…
And also with a middle part, this one was far handsomer than a certain century's superstar, Golden Rooster Award winner, and two-and-a-half-year trainee, Mr. Cai, the King of Kun, who sported a grandma-grey hair color.
Coupled with a pilot's jacket, a black tight-fitting T-shirt underneath, and loose tactical trousers, his standard height of 182cm made him a true on-site model.
Many passing blonde young women subconsciously glanced at Leon S. Kennedy; undoubtedly, kids of this age were very much into Leon S. Kennedy's cool, handsome, and swaggering style, finding him very appealing.
Some older, more mature young women, though not particularly interested in this type, couldn't help but praise how handsome this man truly was.
He must be a model for some fashion magazine, right…?
Leon S. Kennedy himself had a helpless expression.
He had thought that taking a passenger plane would reduce some unnecessary trouble, but now it seemed… he had become even more conspicuous.
He should have just taken the private plane arranged by the President.
However, soon, after scanning the airport a few times, Leon S. Kennedy's sharp agent's intuition made him sense a slight anomaly because he noticed a gaze monitoring him in a very unfriendly way.
Ticket counter? No problem.
Luggage check-in? No problem either.
Then… the waiting passenger lounge!
Sure enough, he found him.
With his keen observational skills, Leon S. Kennedy quickly spotted a man dressed in Middle Ages noble attire, monitoring him through a fist-sized hole in a newspaper.
The peculiar Middle Ages noble attire was the most eye-catching part, so Leon S. Kennedy noticed it with just a glance.
An agent sent by other high-ranking politicians?
International spy?
Cosplayer?
Madman?
No… or perhaps a member of the Spanish forces?
But he hadn't even boarded the plane yet; he had just arrived at the airport.
Had the Spanish forces who kidnapped the President's daughter already noticed him? How was that possible? Did the other party have extraordinary means?
Thinking of this, the vigilant Leon S. Kennedy looked into the distance again.
Several airport security guards were slowly walking towards his direction.
If an accident occurred, they could provide support.
Since that was the case… Leon S. Kennedy decisively walked forward, his right hand gripping the USP-9 pistol in his jacket that hadn't been checked in yet.
As a free and democratic The United States of America, American law does not explicitly state that one cannot carry a pistol on a plane; as long as no bullets are carried, firearms can be checked in.
And now, Leon S. Kennedy needed to use this USP-9 to subdue this strange man.
Although the fist-sized hole made Leon S. Kennedy feel that the man in front of him was familiar, he was more likely an enemy.
Therefore, before Javier could react, Leon S. Kennedy, using the cover of the dense airport crowd, quickly moved and circled to Javier's side.
Leon S. Kennedy sat down directly next to him, used the USP-9 pistol to conceal himself, immediately pressed it against Javier's abdomen, and spoke calmly:
"…"
"If you're an agent or a spy, your method of observation is a bit too clumsy, or… are you just a simple cosplayer?"
Leon S. Kennedy's tone was somewhat sarcastic and mocking.
As an agent, he felt that the other party was a bit too amateurish, almost without any defense.
But as a cosplayer, he didn't seem like one at all, because Leon S. Kennedy clearly noticed the calloused palms of the other party, as well as the knight's sword placed next to the suitcase.
That wasn't a prop, but a real blade!
All signs indicated that the other party was indeed not an ordinary cosplayer.
It's just…
"Though a bit amateurish,"
"But it did attract you, didn't it? Long time no see… Leon S. Kennedy, what a coincidence, we've met wonderfully again.
Last time it was the Amazon Rainforest, and this time it's the airport.
Tsk tsk… Let me guess, you're not taking a plane for a vacation, are you?"
A familiar voice slowly came.
As the newspaper moved away and the head turned, Leon S. Kennedy saw that familiar face: yellowish-white skin, deep mixed-race eyes, dark short hair, and slightly unshaven stubble.
He was nearing thirty years old.
Undoubtedly… this was Havier Li.
The reason Leon S. Kennedy didn't recognize him immediately was mainly the peculiar Middle Ages noble attire and the slightly permed black hair.
This didn't look at all like a style Javier would like.
If he had been in his usual all-black outfit, Leon S. Kennedy might have recognized him instantly.
"…"
"Javier?!"
"Don't tell me you came to the airport to take a passenger plane to Spain?"
The moment he saw Javier, Leon S. Kennedy's face indeed showed surprise, but he quickly frowned and questioned him in a very serious tone.
Leon S. Kennedy knew that any meeting between him and Javier was never a mere coincidence, but always premeditated and purposeful.
For example, the first time they met in Raccoon City, a Resident Evil virus outbreak occurred there.
Because Javier was a S.T.A.R.S member at the time, Leon S. Kennedy initially didn't consider it premeditated.
But the second time, in the Amazon Rainforest, Javier had purposefully gone to the Amazon Rainforest.
And this time, it was Spain.
Leon S. Kennedy had just learned about the President's daughter being kidnapped and was preparing to come investigate.
Yet, Javier had already been waiting at the airport, one step ahead.
Every time a major event occurred, Javier always got the news one step ahead of him, which made Leon S. Kennedy very suspicious: had Javier planted a spy within the United States Government?
No… it was very possible that there was one near the President too; otherwise, it wouldn't be so fast.
Among the people Leon S. Kennedy knew, Ada was the second most mysterious agent.
Only Javier… was the person Leon S. Kennedy found most mysterious.
Ada at least worked for money, but Javier?
To this day, Leon S. Kennedy still didn't understand Javier's true purpose.
And this encounter at the airport, Leon S. Kennedy was certain, was absolutely not a coincidence.
Instead, Javier had known he would appear at Washington Airport and decided to try his luck.
He didn't expect to actually run into him, and Leon S. Kennedy was convinced that Javier's purpose was the same as his: to go to Spain to investigate the situation.
"Ha…"
"We truly are fated.
I didn't expect we actually are going to Spain together.
Are you going on a secret mission?
What a pity, I'm going to see a Middle Ages noble stage play.
My outfit is that of a very loyal enthusiast."
"Behold, Sir Gawain, the Sun Knight, a member of the Knights of the Round Table of Great Britain, as your most loyal right-hand man, please listen to my loyalty.
I am willing to serve all your endeavors, my respected King Arthur—!"
Facing Leon S. Kennedy's questioning, Javier, in a rather eccentric manner, struck a knightly pose to declare his answer.
He stood up and showcased his attire.
He wore a high-collared, ruffled white shirt underneath, and a black and gold inlaid jacket on top, embroidered with various vibrant patterns and adorned with gemstones.
A red rose was tucked into his chest, making him look exceedingly flamboyant.
His lower body consisted of tight trousers paired with high boots; although not very convenient for movement, it was very cool.
For this, Javier had even gone to a blade-forging competition to specially commission a rose thorn knight's sword.
Coupled with his permed black curly hair, it simply epitomized swagger to the extreme.
He was clearly a middle-aged man nearing his thirties crisis, yet he was still so flamboyant.
This made Leon S. Kennedy, standing before him, unable to help but sigh.
Javier was sometimes a peculiar oddity, with a hint of neuroticism, but such a person also seemed more dangerous.
"…"
"Full of nonsense, forget it… I don't expect you to tell me anything.
What about Manuela?
The girl you took away two years ago.
Don't tell me she's dead now.
If that's truly the case, then Javier… next time we will be enemies.
I can clearly feel that we are probably not on the same path!"
Putting away the USP-9 pistol, Leon S. Kennedy no longer bothered with the erratic Javier, but instead asked about Manuela's situation.
To be so old and still so lively in spirit, it really was a challenge for Javier.
Conversely, Leon S. Kennedy didn't have that much energy for these things; he just wanted to quickly find the President's daughter and safely bring her back to The United States of America.
"You are truly uninteresting,"
"Manuela's condition has improved greatly.
Now, as long as she doesn't overuse the power of the T-Veronica Virus within her, her life will not be threatened."
"She is currently studying medical and pharmaceutical formulation techniques with Rebecca, hoping to complete her surgical training as soon as possible.
She wants to use her medical skills to save more people and atone for her past mistakes."
Facing Leon S. Kennedy's questioning, Javier could only wave his hand, his tone returning to its normal cadence as he explained and replied.
Upon hearing this, Leon S. Kennedy's serious expression also softened considerably.
It seemed that letting Manuela leave… was indeed much better than handing her over to the United States Government.
He was just a personal bodyguard to the President, and the President generally had difficulty managing such matters.
A living T-Veronica Virus infected individual, if brought back to the United States Government, those high-ranking officials specializing in bioweapon research would never let go of such excellent experimental material; they would fight for it vigorously.
As a bodyguard, Leon S. Kennedy and the President would find it very difficult to make any substantial changes to this.
Therefore, Leon S. Kennedy was very relieved that Manuela could have a good outcome.
At least their act of saving her was not in vain.
At the same time, Leon S. Kennedy's gaze towards Javier also showed a little less hostility.
"Alright, it's getting late,"
"My flight is almost here, so I'll be one step ahead of you, Leon S. Kennedy.
Also… a kind reminder, the natives of Spain are quite hostile towards outsiders, as they were colonized by outsiders before, so be extra careful when investigating.
And… in the wilderness, there are many Plaga parasites, so be careful not to get bitten by them."
Pulling an antique pocket watch from his Arms to check the time, seeing that it was getting late, Javier stood up, patted Leon S. Kennedy's shoulder, and dragged his suitcase, ready to go through security and board the plane.
However, before leaving, Javier gave Leon S. Kennedy a kind piece of advice, though Leon S. Kennedy was still utterly bewildered by it.
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