Autor Note : Yay, we've finally reached 100 chapters! Honestly, I never thought I'd make it this far.
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"Dr. Wesker said that you're quite skilled in this field, which is why I invited you here," Daniel said to Allen — the Wesker he referred to was, of course, Alex Wesker.
"Do you have any relevant documents regarding previous experiments?" Allen asked Daniel, showing a bit of interest in the topic.
Hearing that request, Daniel waved his hand, and one of his assistants came over and handed Allen the documents he needed. Allen went through the files, scanning the experimental results, and shook his head — the safety rate of the serum was barely different from the T-Virus, only about 5%, and most of the people injected with it either died or turned into monsters after experiencing severe trauma.
"Well, do you want the honest answer?" Allen asked.
"Of course, please — I'll gladly take your opinion, Dr. Allen," Daniel replied.
"Your plan for running this program is too simple and produces very little result," Allen said. "I'd suggest turning an entire city into a monster zone to amplify fear in the subjects — though that method is risky and far too expensive, I know."
"The second option is to use a small village or a remote island instead, so the risks can be minimized."
"And the third — why don't you try creating a chemical compound that can stimulate fear, something like a 'fear gas,' etc.? That is, of course, if Umbrella still wants to continue this project. Because I'm quite certain that, at the moment, your company seems more interested in the G-Virus, which is rumored to have far greater potential than the T-Virus developed by Dr. William," Allen said while glancing toward William, who was sitting nearby.
"Hahaha, it seems Dr. Allen understands the potential of my serum better than this trivial project," William said, nodding in agreement, clearly pleased by Allen's compliment.
Meanwhile, Svetlana, who was sitting not far from Allen's side, could only smile. She didn't expect Allen to come up with such ideas just from reading a simple report. And if she didn't know him better, she might've actually believed the all act he was putting on right now.
"Your suggestion is good — I'll probably take it up with my superiors first," Daniel said, though he was a bit irritated by Allen's blunt observation that Umbrella wasn't truly interested in his side project right now.
"Still, I put this project together with a lot of effort, and it would be pointless if we don't at least try it. If any of you want to watch the test subjects suffer and die, follow me to the testing chamber I've prepared," Daniel added.
"No thanks. I'd rather return to my lab — besides, I'm convinced your serum won't be useful, so I should focus on my G-Serum, which is in a critical phase," William replied, his tone full of disgust. He stood up and left the lab.
He suspected Umbrella was trying to distract him with this side project to find an opening to hack his systems and steal his data. Fortunately, he had already moved and separated his most important files to prevent that. He had also been quietly trying to contact the military, but for some reason he still hadn't received any response.
While William left the room, Allen remained seated, calmly reading through the files of the prisoners who were to be used as test subjects for the new serum, known as the T-Phobos Virus.
"I want these two women," Allen said to Daniel.
Daniel frowned at the request. "What do you mean you want them?"
Allen looked up at him. "We already have an agreement, and I want them as my personal test subjects."
"I'm sorry, but that's going to be difficult. They could expose the company's secrets," Daniel replied cautiously.
"Oh, come on—don't play dumb. Even the S.T.A.R.S. members who already know about Umbrella's dirty business can't do anything about it, and they're easily silenced. So what's the harm? Who's going to believe two random civilians anyway?" Allen said, feigning indifference.
"Fine… but I'll have to report this to my superior first," Daniel muttered.
"Sure, go ahead," Allen replied casually, still relaxed in his chair.
Not long after, Daniel stepped out to contact Sergei about the matter. "Hello, sir. We've hit a minor issue here—it seems Dr. Winters wants two of the prisoners handed over to him," Daniel reported over the phone.
Meanwhile, Sergei, who was sitting in his office watching the surveillance monitors and quietly observing Allen's movements, simply smiled. "Let him have them. After all, this is your fault for making a deal with him. Oh, and if those two prisoners try to spread any rumors about Umbrella or attempt to leave the city… you'll be the first person I come after," Sergei said coldly, his tone carrying a clear threat.
Sergei had overheard Allen's earlier discussion about the Project Resistance, and while he found the idea intriguing, he also noticed Allen's weakness—his fondness for women. It seemed Alex had already figured that out and knew exactly how to control him through it.
Daniel, now stuck as the scapegoat in this situation, could only curse under his breath. "Understood, sir," he said before hanging up the phone.
After that, Daniel returned to the room.
"So, what's the verdict?" Allen asked, wanting to know the outcome.
"You can take them," Daniel replied, clenching his fist tightly, "but make sure our company's secrets don't leak. And those two women are not allowed to leave Raccoon City—ever."
"Understood," Allen said casually before turning to the guards in the room. "You heard him. Move them to another room so I can meet them later."
Upon hearing his command, the guards immediately left to transfer the two prisoners to a different area.
And after the two women were transferred, not long after that, the Project Resistance test began.
Several prisoners were ordered to survive by killing each other, but they also had to face various obstacles such as zombies, Lickers, and several B.O.W.s.
However, Allen soon left the room because he didn't want to see what would happen to them and felt guilty for not trying to save those people.
Meanwhile, Svetlana, who saw Allen leave, immediately approached him and tried to hold his hand. "It's okay, it's not your fault," she whispered softly. "I know, thanks," replied Allen with a faint smile.
Meanwhile, Allen was currently heading toward the room where Becca and January were being held.
"Follow me," Allen said, leading them into a room that had a fairly large bed inside. The girls, of course, had no other choice but to follow his orders—especially since Svetlana was also forcefully dragging them along.
Meanwhile, Daniel, who secretly watched where Allen was going, decided to cancel his plan to observe him any further. "Damn it, I got myself into trouble just because that guy wants to satisfy his lust. How annoying," Daniel muttered, frustrated—but it seemed he had found something useful to report to Spencer later.
Inside the room, Becca and January felt both frightened and angry, as they assumed they were about to suffer something unforgettable. But soon after, Allen sat down facing them, while Svetlana arrogantly sat on his lap, looking at the two girls.
"Okay, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not that kind of man. Why don't we start by introducing ourselves? My name's Allen, and this is my bodyguard, Svetlana."
Becca felt relieved—apparently, the handsome man before her just wanted to talk. She even felt a little embarrassed for thinking otherwise. "I'm Becca, a park ranger working in the Arklay Mountains."
"I'm January, a programmer," January said coldly—still suspicious of Allen and keeping her guard up.
"Alright, I'll make it simple. I'm here because Alyssa and Cindy asked me to save you both."
"Cindy? Cindy asked you to find me? That's hard to believe—she doesn't trust people easily, and there are only a few she really believes in."
"Wait… don't tell me you and Cindy are dating?" Becca suddenly asked, forgetting for a moment that Svetlana was sitting on Allen's lap. Becca seemed far more excited to hear about her friend's love life than to focus on their current situation.
Allen raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. The blonde girl in the lovely outfit, with such a beautiful face, turned out to have a bold and spirited personality.
"Okay… okay… even though I'm incredibly handsome and become the dream of many women out there, Cindy and I are just friends. She asked me to find you because I'm a member of S.T.A.R.S.," Allen said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.
Svetlana, still sitting on his lap, couldn't resist and pinched Allen's thigh—annoyed that he was joking around at a time like this.
Meanwhile, Becca, noticing the closeness between Allen and Svetlana, started to think that her close friend Cindy might have some serious competition in love. Besides, she knew how hard it was for Cindy to trust men—even if they were police officers or whatever they were called.
"Hmph… so you're one of the members involved in that case about the old abandoned hospital incident, huh? But it looks like you and Umbrella are on the same side. Are you just pretending not to know about all the horrible experiments they've been doing?" January scoffed, her tone sharp and full of distrust.
Allen raised an eyebrow, slightly confused by her attitude. Was this woman really that naive—or just reckless?
"Well, I've known about their experiments for quite some time," Allen replied calmly. "So what? Do you think reporting them to the police or the government would actually change anything? Look at you now—you tried to play hero and ended up getting arrested and dragged to this place."
His words were laced with sarcasm. After all, he had read her file—how she got caught while trying to hack Umbrella's systems.
Becca stayed silent, just watching the two argue. She was brave and full of spirit, yes, but she wasn't stupid enough to jump into this kind of exchange.
"How can you say that so casually?! Don't you have any conscience after seeing how many people have been turned into test subjects by them?!" January snapped, her voice rising.
Slap!
Suddenly, Svetlana's hand lashed out, striking January across the face.
"Don't spout nonsense," Svetlana said sharply. "What do you even know, you reckless girl? You should be grateful that my man bothered to risk himself to save you at all."
"You… you slapped me," January muttered in shock, holding her cheek. The slap had been hard—her head was spinning slightly from the impact.
"Okay, Lana, that's enough," Allen said, gently reaching out to calm her down and making her sit again. "I don't really mind what she said."
Still, Allen couldn't help but feel a little bad for January. He leaned forward and checked her condition, noticing the faint redness and a small trace of blood at the corner of her lip.
"You okay?" he asked softly, his tone surprisingly gentle as his eyes met hers.
"Listen to me," Allen said while treating January's wound. "If you want to survive and get out of here alive, forget everything you've seen. Pretend you don't know anything about what's happening here."
Becca nodded quietly, showing that she understood.
"So selfish," January muttered under her breath.
"Selfish?" Allen raised a brow. "Everyone's selfish. Look at yourself — a hacker who probably spies on other people's private lives for fun. Don't tell me that isn't a crime."
January wanted to argue, but she couldn't deny it. He wasn't wrong — she had done that more than once when she was bored.
"Fine," she sighed. "So what do we have to do to get out of here?"
"Well," Allen said calmly, "I need both of you to put on a fake show with me."
"Fake show? What do you mean?" Becca asked, confused.
"What he means by 'fake show,'" Svetlana explained coolly, "is that you'll pretend to be his lovers while you're still in this city. It's to avoid suspicion from Umbrella — they'll definitely be monitoring your movements."
"And what if we don't?" Becca asked nervously.
"Well," Allen shrugged, "there's a good chance you'll get captured again and dragged back here."
"Ahhh... I don't want to come back here!" Becca said, her voice trembling. The memory of this place clearly haunted her; she had already lost hope of ever leaving it alive.
"Alright then," Allen said as he stood up. "Let's get out of here. And remember — don't say a word once we're outside."
Both women nodded and followed Allen as he led the way out.
After Allen returned to the room where Daniel was waiting — now with two new women at his side — Daniel raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.
"Well, Dr. Allen," Daniel said with a smirk, "looks like you've been a bit rough with your new girls." He was clearly trying to tease Allen after the trouble he'd caused earlier.
Allen just shrugged, completely unfazed. "Stop talking like you actually care about them," he replied, giving Daniel a bored look. "So, how did your test go?"
Daniel sighed, realizing it was pointless to keep the banter going, and finally handed over the test report.
Allen quickly scanned through the data, pointing out several flaws and weak points in the experiment's design.
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