Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

November 1, 2001

bucharest.

noon.

As the capital of Romania's cultural and political center, Bucharest retains many classical buildings while also possessing a very modern infrastructure.

With a population of about two million, it is the sixth largest city in Europe.

Congested vehicles and hurrying pedestrians are the sights that a human city should have. They didn't know that five days ago, a fierce battle took place in an ancient castle 60 kilometers east of the city.

11:21.

at this time.

On the 503 road in the outer ring of Bucharest, a black SUV is passing through the traffic flow from west to east.

inside the car.

Sitting in the driver's seat was Brea wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.

She controlled the steering wheel with both hands, followed the guidance of the holographic map under the windshield, turned on the right turn signal, passed the right exit, and drove off the outer ring road to the suburban community.

Breya. The man sitting in the co-pilot reminded, Don't forget the arrangements that Empress Bai made for those victims later.

I know, and I have long been a qualified detective, Kennedy. Brea glanced at the other party indifferently.

However, at this moment, a female fallow deer with white spots rushed to the middle of the road.

Look ahead! the agent named Kennedy yelled.

Hey! The sound of the four wheels braking suddenly echoed throughout the community.

After reacting, Breya slammed on the brakes, but the four-wheeled SUV still slid forward, and two black tire marks were wiped out on the road.

In the end, the SUV stopped when it was only three meters away from the dumbfounded doe.

The doe's dull eyes were full of horror, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in her life.

... Breya, who was sitting in the car, looked left and right, and finally looked at the deer with a speechless expression.

Even though there were no cars on the roads in this community, she really couldn't understand why the female deer in front of her just jumped out from their car.

Beep! So she honked the horn for a long time to drive away.

Hey! The doe, who came back to her senses, ran quickly and disappeared from sight.

A qualified agent? Seeing that the crisis was resolved, the man sitting in the co-pilot teased her.

Shut up, Leon. Brea replied angrily.

Immediately afterwards, she drove the SUV again and drove towards the destination according to the holographic navigation.

And sitting in the co-pilot's seat was Leon wearing a brown jacket and black overalls.

Seeing Brea's sullen face, Leon wisely said nothing, and turned his head to look at the stable community scene outside the car.

Leon is still dressed with blond hair parted, but the stubble on his cheeks and chin is unshaven, and there are obvious dark circles under his eyes, all of which represent heavy work these days.

From October 25th to 28th, Leon led a team composed of Brea and other intelligence agents to carry out uninterrupted arrest operations with Task Force 141 and elite security guards.

Werewolves and vampires in Europe are controlled by the company.

Afterwards, it is not within the jurisdiction of this group of intelligence agents to screen out which of them have ever harmed human beings, and which ones have left a bottom line to live in peace with human beings.

However, with Leon's authority, he knew that more than 80% of them had to be completely eliminated.

Half of the remaining 20% ​​will be sent to the brood as experimental products, and the other half will undergo chip implantation surgery and be sent to Rockford Island to live a life of imprisonment.

From this, Leon speculated that only a very small number of werewolves or vampires retained their humanity, while most of them abandoned their human identities.

After the arrest operation was over, intelligence agents such as Leon and Brea began to assist the European side in dealing with the aftermath.

After all, Victor Vincent killed 1,200 innocent humans in order to summon the Gorefiend.

soon.

The SUV pulled over and parked in front of an old house.

Breya turned off the engine, put on the handbrake and got out of the car.

Leon, who also got out of the car, came to the back of the car, opened the trunk and picked up a black can.

Immediately afterwards, the two walked towards the house together.

Ding dong~! Brea rang the doorbell.

After a while, the two heard hurried footsteps coming from the house until the door opened.

The owner of the house is a woman about fifty years old wearing a green sweater.

Hello, is this Mrs. Ella Phillips? Brea said with his police ID in his left hand.

Yes. The woman replied after glancing at the ID, not wondering why the police came to the door.

Can we come in and have a chat? Leon asked.

Hearing this, the woman found out that Leon was holding the black pot in his hands. She froze for a moment, but she still walked into the house and said:

Please come in.

With the owner's permission, Leon and Breya walked into the house, and Breya, who was the last to walk, closed the door smoothly.

Shortly after.

In the living room.

Leon and Brea sat on the sofa, and the woman took a stool from the dining table and sat opposite them.

As for the black jar, it was placed on the coffee table in the center of the crowd by Leon.

Two...

The woman looked at the black pot with both hands tightly, as if she had guessed something but dared not admit it, she said in a trembling tone:

Are you my son's colleagues? Also, where is my son? Is he performing some secret mission?

Mrs. Philip, your son...has been sacrificed. Brea replied with a gloomy expression.

My child The woman who got the confirmed answer raised her hand to cover her mouth, and the tears could no longer be held back.

Seeing this, Brea felt even more depressed.

She had seen the files of Jacob Philip, the woman's son, sorted out by Queen Bai.

He is a conscientious police officer, but he is too upright to be promoted for a long time.

He disappeared while patrolling late at night on October 24. It was finally confirmed that he died in a sacrifice ceremony to summon a blood demon, and the black jar contained his ashes.

There was no news for five consecutive days, and finally got the result that her son had passed away. Even though she was mentally prepared, it still made the woman burst into tears.

Mrs. Philip. Leon, who was emotionally stable, took out a check and a delicate blue suede box, and placed them on the coffee table not far in front of him.

Opening the small box, a well-crafted medal appeared in front of the woman.

Lyon continued: Jacob was involved in a human smuggling case not long ago, and it was because of his relentless efforts that our police closed the case almost perfectly, but he was seriously injured and the rescue failed...he died.

The check is the bonus that our police gave to Jacob, which he deserves, and this medal is the highest honor that our police can bestow on Jacob.

Finally. Please condolences.

After speaking, Leon got up and left the living room, opened the door and walked outside.

My condolences. Brea also got up and left.

After the two left, only the woman was left in the living room.

The woman staggered and slumped by the tea table, first took the urn with her right hand, then stretched out her left hand, touching the medal like she was stroking her son's cheek, and murmured:

Jacob... Mom is so proud of you.

Actually.

The money that Lyon gave to the woman was one of the items that Umbrella took over all the assets of the vampire and used a certain amount to compensate the families of all the victims.

As for the medal for Mrs. Philip, it was also re-cast by Umbrella through the captured gold.

Inside the SUV.

Brea and Leon sat in the front and co-pilots again.

Hey. After starting the engine and driving the SUV away from the side of the road, Brea sighed to Leon beside her:

I didn't understand why the company had to spend a lot of time and why it didn't pay directly, but now I understand, at least that Mrs. Philip can have a thought that her son is a hero.

Ah, this is the company's alternative gentleness. Leon replied.

Then he said: Okay, concentrate on driving, there are still seven families of victims waiting for us to visit.

Ok.