Ye Minzhi took the computer. "This is valuable stuff, and you're just throwing it around?"
Eddie lit a cigarette. "This thing is valuable to you, but to me, it's less than garbage."
"Garbage? If this garbage can fight an entire army, I'll take as much of it as you have." Ye Minzhi began checking the programs on the computer, ensuring she had received the genuine article.
"That's for you to say. Alright, next question: Did you encounter an opponent inside Shén Yà Pharmaceutical? Someone who could even calculate that you would ask me to act?" Eddie exhaled smoke rings, his eyes somewhat cold.
"I don't know. If there is, it's Gibran. He is the leader of a recently rising faction and is also in charge of the Mold weapon development. He and I are competing for the Chairman position, and he needs to eliminate me to climb higher." Ye Minzhi typed on the keyboard and quickly confirmed that she had received the authentic item.
"Next time you look for me, you had better prepare the intelligence first. I don't want to be exposed; that wouldn't be good for either of us. Also, if word leaks out again, I will make you pregnant," Eddie threatened.
Ye Minzhi was stunned. She had never been threatened like this before. What kind of threat was that? "Don't worry, now that I have the Talos Tyrant, I have the capital to fight him. This has been a pleasant cooperation. Next time, I will treat you to a meal and dance for you as an apology. I'll tell you one thing: I have never danced for a man before."
"Then I look forward to it. Goodbye." Eddie waved his hand and left with the three women, Jessica and Lisa.
General Morgan privately dispatched troops for a double-cross, but they failed, with only one commander returning alive. His actions also aroused the suspicion of Simmons, and the power of the Committee was slightly reduced, preventing further advancement.
Spring turned to autumn, and the cold winter arrived again. Today was Christmas, Christmas of '02. What surprised Eddie was that there had been no biohazard leaks in the Caucasus region. It was difficult to find Umbrella's last research facility within the continuous snow-capped mountains.
Information regarding the Africa Branch was continually being sought. Only some indigenous people remained in the area. The laboratory was already deserted, with anything valuable having been moved out, leaving behind only some wilting Stairway to the Sun plants. Besides that, only some immovable instruments remained.
Brandon, the person in charge of the Africa Branch research facility, had disappeared. The Western Federation paid a huge price only to find a deserted branch. This drove Simmons slightly crazy. During that time, Spencer suffered terribly. Various experiments with the Immortality Serum were conducted on him, allowing him to truly experience the pain Lisa suffered back then.
On Goddess Island, everyone was back for the holiday. Jill, Wolf Mother, Christine, and Excella, who were away, had all returned, putting their work aside.
"Merry Christmas. Let's all relax properly for the next week," Eddie said, raising his glass.
Alexia, Ada, and the other women raised their glasses. "Merry Christmas!"
The eldest daughter, Kailie, brought her younger sister, Chelsea, wanting to secretly taste the red wine. They were only three years old, yet they were virtually indistinguishable from ten-year-olds. Their rapid development and intelligence faintly resembled Alexia and Carla.
Sometimes it was difficult to treat them as children. Annette had checked them and found no anomalies. It could only be attributed to the rapid growth characteristic of the G-Virus, which causes accelerated growth within a predetermined blueprint.
The original G-Virus would cause the host's consciousness and brain to be replaced, giving birth to a mind unique to the virus.
The modified serum did not have this side effect, serving only as an auxiliary tool.
Jill pinched her daughter's little ear. "Kailie! Don't lead your sister astray! You can't drink alcohol yet!"
Kailie immediately wanted to cry, running to Eddie with a wail. "Dad, Mom hit me!"
Her dramatic acting was exactly like Eddie's, and she occasionally turned her head to make a face at her mother, Jill.
"Alright, alright. When you two are a little older, Daddy will let you drink red wine. Not yet, though. Have juice first. Red wine is hard to drink. If it weren't for the holiday, Daddy wouldn't drink it either; I'd rather have juice," Eddie laughed.
"Really? You promise then!" Kailie extended her pinky finger.
Eddie hooked pinkies with the little girl, feeling amused and helpless. "Okay, pinky promise, never change. Go play with your sisters for Christmas. You're the big sister, so you need to look after your sisters. Can you help Daddy watch them?"
Kailie proudly replied, "Of course I can! I will take good care of my sisters."
Alexia was holding her daughter, Leila. With this adorable daughter, she finally became a mother. "Little one, you must grow up quickly. Mommy wants to see who you look like. It's best if you look like Mommy. It wouldn't be pretty if you looked like your Daddy."
Eddie's forehead twitched. "My genes are excellent, alright?"
"Hmph, mine are good too! I prefer my daughter to look like me!" Alexia said proudly.
Jill, meanwhile, watched with a smile, cutting her steak. At the other end of the villa was the indoor sports court, where the daughters were playing tennis and badminton.
"Have you considered having a second one?" Rebecca walked over with juice. She was still just as young and cute, showing no signs of having a two-year-old daughter. No one would doubt her if she claimed to be a high school student; her appearance was just that youthful.
Jill felt a sense of familiarity with Rebecca, who had also served in the S.T.A.R.S. in Raccoon City. She shook her head and said, "No, one is enough. I don't want to have a second one, at least not right now."
"Me too. That pregnancy period was truly a nightmare. It was terrifying, and I don't want to go through it again," Rebecca said with lingering fear. Before, she had no choice; once pregnant, she had to give birth. Now that she could choose, she definitely didn't want to.
Chapter 458: Baker, the Honest Man Who Was Tricked
It was also Christmas Eve. Eddie was still flipping cards, deciding whether it would be one against ten or ten against one. Meanwhile, Chris was eating fast food in his apartment. The teammates who had joined the BSAA with him were either dead or missing. He hadn't been able to avenge them, which made him feel like a failure.
Ding-dong. The apartment doorbell rang. Chris opened the door, confused. Outside was a woman, not his sister Claire, but someone slightly familiar. "Who are you?"
"Chris, you forget me so quickly?" Alfred walked in, holding a flower basket.
"You're Alfred?" Chris was dumbfounded. What the heck was going on? What had he run into? A transvestite.
Alfred nodded. "I had surgery and transformed myself into a real woman."
Chris felt something was amiss. "I'm sorry, I really am sorry to hear that news."
"No matter. I know what you're thinking. I will provide you with clues about Umbrella. Since it's Christmas, let's have dinner together." Alfred took out a bottle of wine.
At a Western Federation agent apartment, Leon was also visited by Morpheus, and they had dinner together on this special Christmas Day.
Kevin originally intended to visit his apprentice, Leon, but when he heard a woman's voice coming from the apartment, he shook his head. "Ah, young people nowadays really know how to have fun. If I were rich, I'd play like that too."
Christmas was perfect for everyone. Single people hung out in internet cafes, and lovers eventually became siblings—bah, I mean, they ended up together.
Carla did not go to Goddess Island; instead, she was at the oil rig base in the Indian Ocean. Thanks to Ada's beauty, she still had many admirers, as Ada's peerless looks and temperament were absolutely rare in the world. Otherwise, she wouldn't have captivated Simmons, a powerful security advisor, to such an extent.
Out of caution and prudence, Carla chose not to become pregnant; now was not the time. Instead of wasting time, she preferred to research further modifications of the C-Virus in the laboratory.
Sergei's Caucasus Branch had a large number of Talos Tyrants, all of which were modified versions. They were developed based on combat data, and the only strategic weapon yet to be developed was the marine type.
After witnessing the power of the Talos Tyrant, Simmons also conceived the idea of creating a bio-weapon that would be absolutely loyal to him. Humans were unreliable, especially Carla. God knows what relationship she had with Eddie. Although there was no sign that Carla had any contact with Eddie.
But they had spent six hours in a room together after all. Heaven knows what mischief they were plotting inside.
The Indian Ocean oil rig base served as the best cover. About thirty kilometers away from the oil rig was Lanxiang City, the most prosperous port city in South India. It was home to fortune seekers from various countries, offering a view of diverse cultures. Though nominally a South Indian city, it had become a city-state with a strong foreign cultural presence.
After Christmas, Eddie walked out of the room, yawning. He hadn't rested at all last night and was exhausted. Well, it was Christmas, so he had to enjoy himself thoroughly.
Arriving in the dining room, no one else was up. Only Marguerite, with her large belly, was making breakfast. "Eddie, good morning. Today's breakfast is steamed corn and jam bread."
Recalling the events before, Eddie felt proud of his intelligence. Marguerite had not been taken back to Uncle Baker's Baker Farm, and they even met separated by glass.
When Uncle Baker first saw Marguerite was unexpectedly pregnant, he was furious. He never imagined such a thing would happen, finding himself with a green prairie growing on his head.
Eddie, however, cunningly explained this phenomenon: "Madam Marguerite's emotions are very unstable, accompanied by violent tendencies. These tendencies include smashing things, yelling, binge eating, and even wicked behavior. Frankly, I am the victim."
This explanation left Uncle Baker confused and skeptical. But because Eddie was a world-famous pharmacologist, he wouldn't lie to him. It was just that his wife, Marguerite, was pregnant with a big belly again, a situation he found hard to accept.
Eddie had no choice but to sigh. "In fact, I have something else to tell you. Didn't the Eastern Slav Republic suffer a terrorist attack back then? She might have been infected with the T-Virus at that time. I found the presence of the T-Virus during Madam's examination, and there is evidence that she has been infected."
"What! That's impossible!" This statement made Uncle Baker temporarily forget the issue of his wife's unexpected pregnancy. He hadn't seen his wife for almost a year, and he knew with certainty that the child wasn't his.
"Nothing is impossible. Have you ever traveled to Raccoon City?" Eddie asked with a serious expression, laughing internally. What an honest man; he was so easy to trick.