After all, Javier didn't want Sherry to be caught by that perverted old gentleman, Simmons.
In the original timeline, after twelve-year-old Sherry was refused adoption by Leon Scott Kennedy and Claire, she was sent to the US Government.
Simmons and the US Government then used the guise of adoption to subject Sherry to various blood-drawing experiments; Sherry was confined in a US Government laboratory for nearly ten years before being released,
and then she was tricked by Simmons into becoming his secret agent,
carrying out missions issued by Simmons. Poor Sherry even thought she was doing good deeds, only to later learn that her superior, Simmons, was a complete bastard.
So,
Javier was truly worried that Sherry, this 'cabbage' he had carefully nurtured, would be carried off by some random 'wild boar' from outside.
After all, he had looked after this child for a long time; it was naturally impossible not to have some feelings!
And at this moment,
Javier also noticed that Sherry had grown up.
Compared to the shy and timid little blonde girl from before,
today's Sherry was already a full-fledged young beauty. With a slender figure and a height of 1.65 meters, her head already reached past Javier's shoulder.
One had to remember that Sherry used to be less than half his waist height. Now fully developed, her short platinum-blonde hair made her look both capable and dashing.
She inherited the beautiful looks and strong character of her mother, Annette. Regarding her personality, because of Javier's hands-off upbringing, she appeared very lively, sunny, and cute.
Similar to Claire, she was an athletic-type goddess. She wouldn't feel inferior at all in any company; this girl was already a bona fide young lady of status,
not inferior to any noble from a prestigious family.
After all, her temperament was forged by Javier's wealth; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many trust fund kids in that private aristocratic school trying to pursue Sherry.
"Bang bang bang—!!!!"
"Javier, ten hits out of fifteen! How's my talent? Pretty impressive, right? Hmph, I told you this young lady doesn't need much time to learn; I just need a little guidance and I'll get it."
"This way, I'll definitely master firearms proficiency and directly become a member of BSAA. If that doesn't work out, I can even go work as an agent for the US Government."
Bursts of gunfire rang out.
Sherry held a Glock pistol with both hands,
pulling the trigger frantically at a target about twenty meters away. After emptying the magazine, Sherry looked at the bullet holes on the target and couldn't help but shout excitedly.
This girl thought she was exceptionally gifted and was already itching to go out and become a high-level agent.
Hearing this,
the dazed Javier's face immediately darkened.
He had talked himself hoarse for so long, yet he still hadn't dissuaded this girl from her dream of becoming an agent? All that talk about wanting to learn shooting was just an excuse to humor him.
Thinking of this...
An annoyed Javier decisively reached out and gave Sherry a sharp karate chop to the head, making her cry out in pain with an "Ah!" as she instinctively went into a head-clutching squat defense.
Without a doubt...
this was a move Javier often used to discipline Sherry. The girl had been hit so many times it had left a shadow, causing her to defend herself automatically.
"Sherry, if you mention being a high-level agent to me one more time,"
"do you believe I'll send you to Greenland for a vacation tomorrow and make you stay there for a whole year without letting you out?"
With a grim face,
Javier felt it necessary to show his authority as a father figure. He pinched Sherry's ear and immediately began to threaten her.
Ever since the incident with Wesker,
Javier truly feared the apocalypse, so he spent a large sum of money to buy a house in Greenland, the 'light of humanity'.
It was meant to be a secondary residence just in case.
If Sherry kept blathering, he really would send her to Greenland for a vacation. Although that place was for vacations,
transportation was inconvenient, resources were scarce, and it was isolated from the world.
To come back, one would have to take several ships. Sending Sherry there for a 'vacation' would be no different from prison, except for seeing the Northern Lights at night.
"Ah—?!"
"Wait, Javier, I won't do it again."
"Don't send me to Greenland. Look, I'm usually quite well-behaved; how could I possibly go be some high-level agent? I was just talking nonsense just now, hehe..."
Seeing that her father figure Javier was truly angry,
Sherry quickly backed down, pleading with fake tears and acting spoiled.
Good grief... if Javier really sent her to Greenland, Sherry felt she might as well just die.
A place like Greenland,
where a city has fewer than tens of thousands of people and everything is unfamiliar—you'd even need an anti-incest app just to date, for fear that the girl you're dating is actually your second uncle's daughter's cousin.
If Sherry went there, she'd probably become a prime target for every 'wild boar' around.
Besides, it's all ice and snow, and the Northern Lights aren't that interesting to look at. Sherry didn't want to be thrown into that godforsaken place for a lifetime.
"Then shut up and practice properly."
"Ten hits out of fifteen? Are you a pig? Those aren't headshot targets; they're huge man-sized targets, yet five of your bullets missed entirely."
"Furthermore, stationary targets and actual combat are two different things. Have you ever even killed a chicken? High-level agent? Real combat involves killing people."
"Either someone kills you, or you kill them. When you raise your gun, do not have any hesitation. If you hesitate, you're dead."
"Come, give me your hand. I'll help you aim. Hold the grip with both hands, arms straight. The arm, the front sight, and the eye should form a straight line."
"Take a deep breath before firing to adjust your heart rate and avoid shaking. Don't blink; if you blink, the sight will shift. Fire... Bang—!!!"
Seeing Sherry use her 'acting spoiled' tactic on him again, Javier, as a father figure, had no way to discipline her harshly. He could only scold her a bit before resuming the lesson.
This time it was hands-on teaching.
Standing behind Sherry, their bodies were pressed close together.
At first, Sherry was a bit shy and nervous, but she was quickly snapped back by Javier's stern words. Holding Sherry's arms, Javier spoke instruction after instruction beside her.
After correcting her posture,
Javier had Sherry take a deep breath to adjust her heart rate, then keep her eyes wide open, and finally pull the trigger.
With a "Bang,"
surely enough, under Javier's expert guidance,
Sherry's marksmanship improved significantly this time. The bullet successfully headshot the target. The sudden change made Sherry extremely excited.
She wanted nothing more than to grab Javier's head and give him a flurry of kisses. As expected of the former shooting genius of the Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S team,
he really was amazing.
Sherry had privately investigated Javier's identity. Recalling everything Javier had done in Raccoon City and how he had thwarted various conspiracies of the Umbrella Corporation and Tricell,
she admired Javier immensely. The real reason she wanted to join the BSAA was because of her father figure, Javier.
"Doo doo doo..."
"Doo doo doo..."
"Doo doo doo..."
Sherry continued her training excitedly in the indoor range. With Javier's teaching, her marksmanship improved rapidly.
At least she wasn't missing the target anymore.
Occasionally, she could even land a headshot. The young girl was very interested in firearms.
Javier didn't want to disturb her enthusiasm, but just then, the smartphone in his pocket began to vibrate; a message had arrived.
"Ding!"
He tapped the thin, rectangular phone.
A blue light suddenly projected outward. The technological development in the Resident Evil world was very fast; ten years ago, flip phones were the norm,
but now, they weren't just smartphones but had upgraded to holographic projection phones, which were very impressive.
Tapping the email icon with the red exclamation mark, Javier finally saw the message that had just been sent:
"I've caught Simmons' tail and collected some data and interesting things. Unfortunately, they seem to have discovered me; all information channels are currently closed."
"I can't find anything else useful. I plan to head back for a while and show you the data I've collected then. Remember to wait for me. Signed: The wonton noodles you like to eat—"
2012, Washington D.C., USA—
Inside the White House presidential office,
a middle-aged man in his late forties or fifties sat quietly at his desk. His hair was gray, perhaps from the toil of national affairs.
Dressed in a suit and tie and wearing glasses, his face looked weary, but his eyes flashed with sharp intelligence. This middle-aged man was the current President of the US Government, Adam Benford!
The newly inaugurated president who succeeded Ashley's father, President Graham. Taking over such a major position in his late forties or fifties,
it was quite a high level of difficulty for him,
leading him to be worn down by a massive amount of administrative work shortly after taking office, leaving him exhausted. But fortunately,
like the previous President Graham, he possessed great vision and ambition and was not a puppet of the many politicians in the US Government.
With more and more bio-virus outbreaks occurring around the world,
matters were becoming increasingly severe. President Adam Benford intended to reveal the truth about the bio-virus to the entire world,
including the bio-virus outbreak in Raccoon City years ago,
as well as the research data they had obtained on the bio-virus over the years. He planned to release it all to other countries in an attempt to unite the world against the bio-virus.
Such vision and ambition were undoubtedly great,
but they would also touch upon the interests of certain people, such as the Family Organization, which styled itself as the maintainer of world order!
"Leon, thank you for your suggestion."
"I have decided to announce the truth of the bio-virus outbreaks and various research data to the whole world. Soon, I will apply to the world to organize a new alliance against the bio-virus; that should ease the current severe situation."
"By the way, next month I plan to hold a speech ceremony at the University of Massachusetts in Massachusetts to announce my visionary ideals. Help me make some arrangements and be sure to keep a close eye on any small movements from other high-ranking officials in the US Government; they are very likely to oppose my actions."
After a long silence,
President Adam Benford finally stood up slowly.
Looking at his personal bodyguard agent, Leon Scott Kennedy, who stood respectfully in his office, he gave the instructions calmly.
At this moment,
Leon was still serving in his position as the President's personal bodyguard. This was no ordinary bodyguard, let alone for the President; aside from the term 'bodyguard,' Leon held the highest-specification agent status within the U.S. Federal Government.
Leon's temperament had become somewhat melancholic now.
His center-parted hair had grown long, and there was unshaven stubble around his mouth. Compared to his striking handsomeness back in Spain,
he now had a bit more maturity and stability. After all, he was around 35 years old, no longer young, but he was still a handsome older man in appearance.
"Sir, no matter what you want to do, I will support you with all my strength. After all, I am well aware of your great vision and ambition."
"Rest assured, I will handle the arrangements for the speech ceremony. As for the other 'parasites' within the government, I won't let them interfere with your affairs."
Hearing President Adam Benford's words,
Leon slowly walked up, nodded, and answered seriously.
Seeing this, President Adam Benford also nodded with gratification and patted Leon on the shoulder. Their relationship was anything but ordinary; while they were superior and subordinate, they were actually more like comrades-in-arms with a common goal.
Because whether it was the President or Leon,
the goal for both of them was to eliminate the bio-virus from the world and allow people everywhere to live stable and peaceful lives. Thus, they were comrades-in-arms in the truest sense.
"Oh, right."
"I've had the United States Secret Service transfer a partner to you. She's from the Caucasus and is also a high-level agent. Find some time to go say hello. After all, having only you by my side is just too much trouble for you. Also, her name is Helena Harper. Make the most of this opportunity!"