Jill Valentine was once a member of S.T.A.R.S, and of course she has been suspended for investigation now.

However, for her, it doesn't matter whether she stops or not. The S.T.A.R.S group in Laken City has been in name only, and she has no interest even if she keeps working.

What she wants most now is just to avenge her teammates.

However, when she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel depressed. The huge gap between ideals and reality made her feel deeply desperate. The giant shadow of Umbrella made her feel even difficult to breathe. As for turning it down, she herself felt it was a dream.

When people are depressed, they always like to drink to relieve their sorrows, and Jill is no exception. In fact, she has spent a long time in this bar. Only here can she forget the depression in her heart.

"Old Josh, give me another drink."

The bar owner shook his head, and he reached out and held the wine glass in front of Jill, sighing.

"I know you're sad, Jill. But drinking can't solve the problem."

"Damn, when did you change into a priest?" Jill pushed away his hand and snatched the bottle from him. "I am consuming and generating income for you. You should be honest with me, rather than being verbose like my mother here.

"If it weren't for your father and I were old friends, I wouldn't bother to say these nonsense to you." Old Josh sighed and took back the bottle, but still poured her a glass of wine. "The last glass is my invitation today. Otherwise, you can settle the account for the previous few days first."

"I know, I know." Jill waved his hand in annoyance, but focused on the news played on the TV.

"The current mad attacks in Laken City have increased again, and so far, dozens of cases have occurred. The police department said it will do its best to prevent these mad patients from causing more cases, but as of now, the form is not optimistic."

Seeing Jill care so much about the news, Old Josh also watched for a while. Then he sighed.

"This world is really chaotic. A while ago, a mutant almost demolished Paris. Now there is a group of madmen running around in our small place. I really don't know where to make people feel more at ease."

"If I were you, I would be a little further away from this damn city." Jill took a sip of wine and warned lightly. "These crazy people will most likely kill you."

"Don't treat me as those soft-boys who can't even hold the gun!" Old Qiao Xu immediately retorted. "Even if I'm walking home, I will put a hunting rifle in my bag. If a madman dares to bare his teeth at me, I will see that I won't remove a few big items from him."

"Unless you break their heads, it won't work." Jill laughed and lit a cigarette. "Shot them in the head before they hit you. Otherwise, you'll be dead. Whether you're bitten or scratched."

Hearing this, Old Qiao Xu choked suddenly and said for a long time.

"You are kidding me. To be honest, this is not funny at all."

"Do you think I'm joking?" Jill's expression in the smoke was very serious, so serious that Old Josh couldn't understand what she meant. But he still insisted on his own ideas.

"Then I think you must be drunk. Listen to my advice, Jill. You are still young, just go back after this drink. Some things will naturally be forgotten after a while."

Jill sneered, she vomited smoke, covering her expression.

"You think I'm crazy, you all think I'm crazy. But it's not me who went crazy. You will regret it in the future."

Old Josh shrugged, not caring about Jill's warning at all. In his eyes, this old friend's child must have been a little overdepressed because of his suspension, and she will naturally get better after a while. He began to get busy with what was at hand, and Jill was unwilling to say more nonsense to him.

These days she has been regarded as a lunatic, a lunatic who is full of lies and spreads rumors. She has become accustomed to how these people think of her.

Now she was just silently drinking the strong wine in front of her, wanting to use these things to get herself drunk so that she can forget the nightmare. But no matter how she poured herself into it, she could never let herself forget those things. Those things have completely changed her life.

Jill was still drinking, but there was one more person around her. The man looked at her for a while and asked for a long time.

"Gill Valentine. It should be right."

Jill squinted his eyes and looked at the strange Asian man, with a tall figure and a strange face. He was completely a guy he didn't know.

"Do we know each other?"

"No, I just want to confirm. Are you?" The stranger looked at him, his black tablet's eyes glowing with a single fluorescent light.

"I think you've found the wrong person." Jill was drunk, but still very alert. She quietly reached behind her, where she set a pistol.

"I don't think I'm wrong unless there are two people in this world who look exactly the same." The stranger smiled. "But if you need to confirm it, then, are you Jill Valentine, a former S.T.A.R.S team member. Are you a famous crazy detective in the city now?"

As soon as this was said, Jill immediately stood up from the chair. She pulled out a pistol from behind and pointed it at the stranger. She even asked cold questions from her mouth.

"You sent Umbrella?"

I have to say that she is very lucky because there are no customers in the bar except her during this period. Otherwise, she could have gone to TV again by threatening this with a gun.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have done that." The stranger shook his head and wanted to get closer. But as soon as he moved, Jill pulled out the insurance directly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have done that," she said in the same words, but the meaning of the word was completely different. "Answer me, who are you?"

"To be honest, it's really unsafe to shoot at such a close distance!" The stranger shrugged and rushed forward. Before Jill reacted, he pressed the barrel with his hand. Although Jill had subconsciously pulled the trigger, the bullet did not hit the target. Instead, it smashed the chair next to him.

This made Jill feel very bad immediately. She quickly punched the strange man on the wrist, trying to let him loosen his pistol by hitting the wrist joints. But the stranger's reaction was faster than her.

He bent his arms and elbows against Jill's shoulder, causing her body to lean immediately. He himself pressed his body against her body, grabbed her waving fist with one hand, and pushed it lightly. Jill, who had already drunk a lot of wine, couldn't control his balance at this time, and she fell behind her.

As she was about to fall to the ground, the stranger pulled her into his arms again. However, his posture was not ambiguous, but was full of coercion. Because his arms wrapped around her neck, and his other hand held Jill's gun and pressed her back.

"The closer the gun, the less threatening it is. Because you don't have much time to react." The stranger's teasing voice sounded in her ears, causing Jill to burn his anger. She desperately wanted to break free from the stranger's hostage, but she couldn't break free from his arms.

It seemed that she could only choose to surrender. However, you should know that she is not alone here.

A shotgun reached out from the side and pointed it at the back of the stranger's head. Old Josh's vicious voice also came over.

"Let her go, bastard. Or you will taste the deer bullet."

"Okay, okay. Don't get out of the fire, otherwise this beauty and I will go to sort out the remains." The stranger slowly raised his hand holding the gun and placed the gun on the bar bit by bit in Old Josh's vigilant eyes.

Old Josh stared at him, but as the pistol shook past his eyes, his attention inevitably dispersed. And it was this time that the stranger seized the opportunity.

The pistol suddenly landed on the table, causing Old Josh's eyes to jump. The stranger took the opportunity to wave his backhand and hit his arm directly on Old Josh's hunting rifle. The gun's muzzle suddenly swayed, and at this time the hunting rifle was naturally aimed at the original target. And while taking advantage of this small interval, the stranger had already taken out a revolver.

The huge and delicate revolver pressed against Old Josh's chin before he moved the gun back, causing him to stop his movements honestly. The stranger smiled softly.

"Although I don't want to say it, it seems that I won. So how about sitting down and talking?"

Jill was still struggling. She had tried elbowing strangers in the ribs, but the effect was not good. This feeling was like a gesture with the fighting instructor of the special forces. All your attacks would not play the role they should do. On the contrary, under his attack, you were like a small boat in a storm, unable to find the direction.

So in the end, she could only ask in a dismay.

"What do you want to talk about? If Umbrella asked you to silence me, I'd better kill me. Unless I die, I can never shut up on that."

The stranger sighed and signaled that Old Josh to throw away the shotgun in his hand. After he did as he did, he put away the revolver in his hand and released Jill who was under control.

"I'm not malicious, Miss Valentine. I want to talk to you about S.T.A.R.S. I think maybe you need some help."

As soon as she left the stranger's arms, Jill immediately retreated and opened the distance. She looked at the stranger vigilantly and asked.

"Help, what help can you help me?"

"Avenge your comrades and protect the residents of this city. Isn't this help enough?"

Revenge. Hearing this word, Jill's tired heart was like an engine injected with fuel. This was something she had been thinking about. She knew that if she could not avenge her dead teammates, she would probably not be at peace in her life. So she had to agree whether it was for herself or for her dead comrades.

But at least reason has not disappeared from her, and she will not trust a stranger unconditionally unless he takes out something that he can believe.

"Who are you and why do you help me?"
Chapter completed!