"Go check on the President of the United States's daughter. If she has been implanted with a Plaga parasite and is fully controlled, then Leon Scott Kennedy… your mission has failed."
Watching the opened passage beside them, Javier was the first to duck inside. It was somewhat like a church confessional, and he successfully climbed up the stairs, reaching the second-floor attic.
Fortunately, there were no black-robed cultists waiting to ambush them. There was only a tightly closed room partition, and outside it was a plate of strangely shaped, slimy food. It seemed the President of the United States's daughter wasn't accustomed to the local Spanish paella and curry.
After all, it looked bizarre and green, like something spewed out from some disgusting slime. It should be a delicacy that the Plaga parasite loves, but it's not something humans can eat.
To be honest, Javier himself couldn't stomach it.
These unintelligent Plaga Parasite Villagers couldn't even cook human food. He wondered how many days Ashley had been hungry. It would be extremely awkward if she starved to death directly upon their entry…
Seeing Javier go up, Leon Scott Kennedy and Miss Ada, who were behind him, also followed closely, arriving at the church's second-floor attic. Looking at the strange, moldy, and rotten meal plate placed in the attic, Leon Scott Kennedy and Miss Ada frowned. Could the President of the United States's daughter have survived by eating this stuff?
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Leon Scott Kennedy, who was extremely worried, didn't hesitate. He bypassed Javier and went straight to the door of the compartment, taking out his shotgun and quickly pulling the trigger, aiming at the doorknob.
"Bang bang bang—!!!"
A series of gunshots rang out, immediately sending sparks flying.
Hot pellets furiously scorched and invaded the door of the compartment. In a short while, the compartment door was riddled with dense bullet holes, and faint screams could be heard from inside.
Leon Scott Kennedy decisively raised his size forty-two foot and kicked it hard. With a "crack," the compartment door was instantly blasted open. Leon Scott Kennedy pushed the door open and quickly walked in.
However…
"Whoosh—!"
A whistling wind assailed him.
Before Leon Scott Kennedy could react, he looked up and saw a black shadow rapidly enlarging before his eyes. It was a black stool, fiercely striking towards his forehead. Leon Scott Kennedy had just tried to block it when he was instantly struck by a considerable force.
His forehead felt slightly warm, and an unknown liquid flowed into the corner of his eye. Leon Scott Kennedy felt his head spinning, and then he couldn't control his body as he stumbled down, muttering a phrase under his breath:
"Damn it…!"
Chapter 28: Cow vs. Leopard
In the enclosed compartment, a hidden black hand, holding a stool, fiercely smashed our American agent, Leon Scott Kennedy, to the ground. This was the female college student's special anti-wolf technique, "hide behind the door and hit people." However, it seems our strongest female college student, Claire, also knows this trick.
One can only say… Is this really a skill exclusive to female college students?
An anti-wolf skill that automatically maxes out upon leveling up, even Leon Scott Kennedy didn't react. After all, he was too eager to rescue her and forgot that Ashley, the President of the United States's daughter hiding in the compartment, would also have a stress response.
It's just— Ashley, who thought she had no obstacles after dealing with Leon Scott Kennedy, intended to rush out of the compartment and escape.
But when she ran outside, she found two more people standing by the door: Miss Ada, who was leisurely observing Leon Scott Kennedy's embarrassment with her slender hands crossed and her beautiful eyes scanning him with interest, and Javier, who looked relieved.
Ashley, a seventeen-year-old, underage female college student, instantly froze.
Damn it! Why are there so many guards outside the door!
"Who… who… who exactly are you people?"
"Why are you kidnapping me? My father is the current President of the United States. If he finds out, he will definitely come to rescue me, and you will certainly suffer torture and punishment."
Her body trembled slightly with fear.
Seventeen-year-old Ashley looked at Javier and the others with extreme terror, afraid but slightly trying to act tough as she extended her hand to threaten them, hoping Javier and the others would release her out of respect for her father, the President of the United States Government.
It seems this little girl is quite brave.
At least when facing danger, she still dares to use her identity to bluff, hoping to scare off the vicious kidnappers.
But this girl's mind is sometimes quite dull.
Since she knows she's the President of the United States's daughter, how could these cultists of The Illuminados not know? Only foolish kidnappers would abduct people indiscriminately. Kidnappers usually choose their targets carefully. Since they already know Ashley's identity as the President of the United States's daughter, they naturally won't be afraid.
On the contrary, this girl's actions could easily provoke the kidnappers, and then it wouldn't be good if it escalated into a chaotic stripping situation in the compartment…
"That's a good question!"
"The one at your feet, whom you knocked to the ground with a sneak attack, is Mr. Leon Scott Kennedy, a high-ranking agent of the United States Government and your father's personal bodyguard. He came to rescue you, but you killed him."
"Alas… what should we do now? Without contact with the outside world, your father won't be able to send people to rescue you. What a pity!"
Watching Ashley's fierce sneak attack, Javier, while pointing at Leon Scott Kennedy struggling to get up, explained in a playful manner and couldn't help but marvel at how formidable seventeen-year-old girls are these days. In the future, he absolutely must not casually lure these underage girls with lollipops or to see goldfish in the park.
However, it must be said that foreign underage girls indeed blossom very early.
Generally, by sixteen, they are fully developed, both in figure and appearance. The most beautiful and radiant years of these beautiful girls are usually between sixteen and twenty.
Although Ashley's face still had some freckles that hadn't faded, this didn't affect her youthful beauty. In foreign countries, freckles are not considered a skin condition; instead, they represent a sign of youth.
Freckles on foreign girls are like a kind of blooming characteristic. Because they loved playing in the sun when they were young, many children had freckles, and once they reach adulthood, they gradually disappear, also signifying that these girls are gradually maturing.
With slightly curly blonde short hair, a charming oval face, skin as delicate and white as a lamb, a prominent nose, and plump, perky lips, her most distinctive features were her deep-set eye sockets and sapphire-blue, crystal-clear eyes, making her a very striking blonde beauty.
Around her slender neck, she wore a red patterned silk scarf. Her Massachusetts University branded brown-orange small blazer school uniform jacket had the Massachusetts University emblem as a badge on her chest, engraved with the English name Ashley Graham.
Her lower body consisted of a black and green checkered JK pleated skirt, a relatively short type, paired with sheer black stockings and long-sleeved leather boots, perfectly showcasing her youthful charm.
The most outrageous part was the pair of little white rabbit candies on the chest of her orange off-shoulder sweater. The size was a bit ridiculous. Javier estimated it to be around C+?
Is this the standard development for a seventeen-year-old underage girl—?
And then there's Miss Ada beside him.
She undoubtedly had a standard D-cup. While not at the "cow" level, it was the healthiest and most vibrant standard. A lower grade wouldn't provide enough cleavage, and men's gazes wouldn't flock like flies. A higher grade would hinder movement, making hers a perfectly suitable size.
Of course, the most important thing was the elasticity. It was the very firm kind.
This was a healthy physique achieved through long-term exercise. In this aspect… Ashley, who showed signs of developing into a "cow," was still slightly inferior to our Miss Ada. She needed to pay attention in the future, because while size is important, if she doesn't pay attention to exercise, sagging can easily occur, as they are quite heavy after all.
But it must be said that Ashley was indeed prettier than girls her age, and what was most rare was that she didn't have that unreasonable little girl temperament, which was much better than the screaming blonde girl in the game: "Hi! Leon Scott Kennedy—!!!"
Every time she was captured or ran off, she would let out a loud, incredibly piercing scream. Javier got a headache just thinking about that sound.
But now… such a beautiful female college student screaming for help every day didn't seem annoying at all. At least, Javier was very willing to listen.
And Miss Ada, upon seeing the legendary President of the United States's daughter, couldn't help but narrow her beautiful eyes and began to scrutinize her carefully.
Women are always sensitive to each other; there's an inexplicable magnetic field and attraction between them, just like the cosmos in Saint Seiya.
But soon, Miss Ada lost interest in Ashley.
It wasn't because Ashley wasn't pretty enough; on the contrary, this girl was young enough, pretty enough, and pure enough.
But… she had a fatal flaw, which was being underage. Being underage has an advantage: one can call others "auntie" without restraint, because the age number cannot be concealed by beauty treatments or makeup.
But there's also a disadvantage: underage females are called girls or young women, not women. The difference is significant. Therefore, for Ashley, who isn't yet a woman, Miss Ada didn't take her seriously at all. This blonde little girl wasn't enough to be her equal, so there was no need to care about her words.
The other party also didn't have the "cosmos" to contend with her…
"…"
"Ah… eh… Ah!!!"
"Then what should I do? I… I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. Um, what should I do? I really didn't mean it."
Upon hearing Javier's words, Ashley's expression immediately froze, her brain crashing for a moment. Looking at Leon Scott Kennedy's standard American face on the ground, she indeed realized she had hit the wrong person. Only now did it fully sink in that Javier and the others were normal people, unlike the strange Spanish villagers.
So Ashley was almost at a loss, frantically trying to help Leon Scott Kennedy, who was struggling to get up.
And Leon Scott Kennedy, looking at the President of the United States's daughter before him, had a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He truly didn't know what to say. Should he be happy about finding the President of the United States's daughter? Or angry that the President of the United States's daughter had knocked him out?
"It's alright…"
"Ashley Graham, I am here on your father's orders to rescue you. This village is a gathering place for cultists. They plan to use you as a bargaining chip to threaten the United States Government and infiltrate high levels of government, so you absolutely cannot be captured by them."
"Also, I want to ask you something important: after you were captured, did you notice if they did anything to your body, such as injecting something into you?"
Shaking his dizzy head, Leon Scott Kennedy wiped the blood from his forehead and slowly stood up. Looking at the young woman before him, Leon Scott Kennedy gripped her shoulders and asked in a very serious tone.
This was very important. Leon Scott Kennedy had to know if Ashley had been injected with the Plaga parasite and when. Because if she had been injected, then they wouldn't be able to leave Wolf's Valley quickly.
They would have to request United States Government support to attack the Island Institute, where the equipment specifically designed to remove the Plaga parasite was located—
"…"
"Injected with something…?"
Hearing Leon Scott Kennedy's words, Ashley also frowned in thought. She felt her memory was a bit blurry, like the intermittent recall after drinking and blacking out.
That day, she was riding in the old butler's car, preparing to go home, but on the way, they encountered a road-rage psycho on a motorcycle who suddenly stopped the old butler's car.
The old butler thought the other person was just crazy and opened the car door intending to teach him a lesson, not bringing the handgun he had in the car.
But as soon as he opened the door, the other person, like a madman, started firing wildly at them. Only then did the old butler realize that the person opposite was not a madman, but a terrorist.
Gunfire erupted.
Ashley covered her ears in terror. She had never encountered such a scene. The old butler, concerned for the safety of the President of the United States's daughter, wanted to drive away quickly, but the madman outside swiftly pulled open the car door, and the two began to struggle in the driver's seat.
Ultimately, the old butler was no match for the madman opposite, covered in blood. Seeing this scene, Ashley couldn't bear the mental stimulation and eventually fainted.
And when she woke up, she was in this dreadful place.
As for whether anything had been injected into her body, Ashley frantically touched her neck and found a tiny, barely noticeable scabbed spot on it. In her fragmented memories, it was also clear that she seemed to have been injected with something.
"This…"
"I don't know. I was unconscious then, but I feel like someone did inject something into my body, right on my neck… Do you know what it is? Also… can you contact my dad? I want to say a few words to him."
Ashley vaguely answered Leon Scott Kennedy's question, but more than these things, Ashley cared more about whether Leon Scott Kennedy could contact her father.
Kidnapped to this place, Ashley remained wary of the outside world. She just wanted to see her father now—
However, just as Leon Scott Kennedy was about to refuse Ashley's willful request, a commotion erupted outside the church. Javier quickly ran to the attic window to check. He saw a large number of Plaga Parasite Villagers approaching on the winding path leading to the church. They held bright torches, like protesting demonstrators in the dark night, continuously chanting strange incantations.
They were dense and numerous.