[WDIDWAMGB] Chapter 70: Tricell Commission

On a windless night, the desolate land was bathed in the pale moonlight, illuminating the ruins left behind by the war.

A group of black men carrying AK-47s, donning red caps and tattered military green clothing, gathered around a campfire, chattering away. Such people were abundant in this wasteland-like town, gathering in pairs or threes, some patrolling while others sitting on the ground, speaking a language incomprehensible to others.

Suddenly, as a few men gathered around, one of the black men began violently convulsing, falling to the ground like he was having an epileptic fit. Instead of showing concern, the men beside him let out eerie laughter.

In the next second, the previously convulsing black man's neck tore apart violently, with blood spattering everywhere. A large mass of flesh and blood rapidly expanded from the wound on his neck, like a sponge absorbing water. Then, tiny tentacles and limb-like structures punctured the irregular mass of flesh, writhing in the air as if trying to take the mass of flesh away from the black man's body.

The black man stood up like a walking corpse, leaving behind the gun he held as he did so. Almost severed, blood flowed from his neck as a huge mass of writhing tentacles and limbs grew from his wound, a scene so eerie that it defied description.

The black men around him seemed to be used to this, and one of them smiled, pointing his gun at the mass of flesh growing from the black man's neck.

In the next moment, gunfire erupted, accompanied by the sound of an empty magazine, and the black man with a torn neck finally fell to the ground. The mass of flesh growing from his wound continued to spew a mixture of yellow and red liquid, like a leaking water balloon, quickly deflating.

The remaining black men laughed loudly as if what had just happened was something very amusing. The man who fired the gun spoke a language that could not be understood, and the other black men immediately brought a bucket of gasoline and poured it onto the corpse.

In the next moment, flames erupted, and several black men continued to chat and laugh around the campfire, which was now ignited by their comrade's body, making the atmosphere even more cheerful.

On a tower in the distance, a tall white man put down his binoculars, looking somewhat grave.

He had golden hair styled in a 3:7 ratio, wore a tight-fitting shirt and jeans, and sported sneakers. On his back was an AK-47 stained with blood. He took out his phone from his pocket and began contacting someone. After a short while, the screen displayed the face of a woman wearing glasses.

"Oh! Leon, thank goodness, you've been out of contact for a full twelve hours," said the woman on the phone, her expression seeming to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, Hunnigan. I was just delayed by some minor issues. The locals are a bit too welcoming to outsiders, and they invited me without my consent. But I don't really like them, so I left early before the party started," Leon replied.

"That's a polite way of putting it..."

The woman on the phone, who was referred to as Hunnigan by Leon on the phone, laughed and asked, "How is the situation over there?"

"The situation here is very bad. I have confirmed that B.O.W. has appeared on the battlefield. It looks a lot like the Las Plagas parasite that appeared in Spain. I can be certain that both sides' forces have been infected. They will execute the parasite on their own and burn the bodies themselves." Leon replied.

"Very good, Leon. Next, you need to find powerful evidence of their use of B.O.W.s in the war so that external organizations have a legitimate reason to intervene in this internal conflict. After completing all of this, you will need to take a detour to Malvia with our local informant, and we will be there to assist you in your evacuation." On the phone, Hunnigan quickly arranged Leon's next objective.

Hunnigan quickly arranged Leon's next itinerary on the phone.

"No informant anymore," Leon said.

"What?" Hunnigan didn't react to what Leon was saying at first.

"There are no more informants..." Seeing Hunnigan's puzzled expression, Leon explained to her, "Our informant was caught by the Rebel Forces during a clash with the Government Forces, and those guys roasted him alive."

"Oh my God..." Hunnigan covered her forehead.

"That scene was like a biohazard crisis version of 'Black Hawk Down'. To be honest, I'm sick of this place. I haven't even had a bite to eat all day. I'm starving," Leon complained to Hunnigan.

"Okay, Leon... Next, you only need to get the relevant evidence, preferably investigate who provided them with B.O.W., and then you can evacuate from Malvia. I still have to make a report. Our informant is gone..." Hunnigan said helplessly to Leon.

"Goodbye, Hunnigan." After saying that, Leon hung up the communication.

He raised his head and looked down at the broken town with a serious expression.

This is Malvia, a small and extremely turbulent country in South Africa. The conflict between the Government and Rebel Forces is escalating rapidly.

Normally, people would be too lazy to care about such a poor and remote country, but just a month ago, the intelligence department received a rumor that monsters had appeared on the battlefield in Malvia.

Leon S. Kennedy, a survivor of the Raccoon City incident and a US special agent belonging to the CIA, arrived here about four days ago and was warmly welcomed by the local Rebel Forces.

His informant was publicly barbecued, but he was enticed to stay in a military camp until the Government Forces attacked the town. He took advantage of the chaos and escaped while also retrieving his communication device.

Unfortunately, he lost his damn jacket again...

But there was nothing worth lamenting about since his salary was really high.

Leon was pondering his next move when he suddenly saw a figure flash by in the ruins not far from the tower.

He quickly raised his telescope and saw a young woman in her twenties hiding in the distant ruins. She had wheat-colored skin, but it was slightly dark, with black ponytails, wearing a convenient black vest for sports and military green pants, and high-top boots. There was a tattoo on her shoulder that he couldn't make out. She was holding an AK-47 carefully and looking at the other side of the ruins.

Who was this person?

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"May I offer you some tea, Master?" The voice of the perfect maid, Rita, came into Li Yexing's ears.

Dressed in a black lace rose backless maid outfit, the perfect maid elegantly took two bone china cups with red tea from the serving tray and placed them lightly on the table. She then smiled and withdrew to the side with the tray.

Picking up his teacup, and taking a sip, Li Yexing, with his legs crossed, looked up at the bespectacled man sitting opposite him. Then he noticed that the man's eyes were fixed on Rita, who was sitting beside him, without moving at all.

Li Yexing lightly kicked the table and said in a cold voice, "Sir, can we discuss business matters?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I lost my composure..." The bespectacled man was startled by Li Yexing's table-kicking behavior, and he apologized with a wry smile, but his gaze still swept over Rita.

"Where were we again?"

"Tricell Pharmaceutical." Li Yexing reminded him coldly.

"Oh, right, Tricell Pharmaceutical. I am the senior consultant of Tricell Pharmaceutical's African Division. My name is... "

"Lucen Omar, I already know," Li Yexing kicked the table again and said impatiently, "Say something I don't know. What is your commission?"

"Oh, right, the commission. Here's the thing, Mr. Li, we hope you can go to Africa to help us deal with a person."

With a somewhat awkward smile on his face, Lucen, the senior consultant from Tricell Pharmaceutical, pushed a photo in front of Li Yexing.

Li Yexing picked up the photo from the table and examined it carefully.

In the photo was a girl with black hair tied up in a single ponytail.