Alice woke up slowly and saw an unfamiliar man standing in front of her. She wanted to get up immediately, but she was completely unconscious when she fell and her body hit the ground without any protection. "Ah…" She cried out in pain and covered her body with the shower curtain.
"Who are you? Who… who am I?" Alice was confused.
"I was passing by and saw that someone was living here, so I wanted to ask about the ownership of the disciples here, but it seems that there is no one here. When I pushed the door, it opened, so I came in to take a look. Fortunately, I came in. Are you okay?" Wesley asked.
"It's okay, but can you go out for a while?" Alice's eyes were very cold. She was now entering a self-protective consciousness.
Wesley nodded. "I'll be right outside the door. You can call me anytime. Do you need me to call an ambulance?"
"No need to thank me." Alice's eyes softened.
Wesley turned and went out, closing the door behind him. Not long after, Alice came out in a bathrobe, looking around in confusion. Wesley asked, "Did you hit your head and lose your memory?"
"Maybe." Alice walked to the side. There was a red dress on the bed in the bedroom. Then he opened the curtain and looked out. The sun was starting to set. Alice turned to Wesley and said, "Can I change first?"
Wesley left the bedroom again and strolled out to the promenade. Alice joined him shortly after and wanted to go out and see. At that moment, the sound of a helicopter came from outside.
At the same time, the door opened again and a white blond man in a suit ran in. "I'm a police officer. Don't be nervous. I'm here to check the situation." Wesley knew that this was Mike Addison, pretending to be a police officer, Lisa Addison's brother, who was looking for news of his sister. Mike Addison was an environmentalist. Of course, people like them were hated by capitalists and were often arrested. They had a lot of priors.
The door was knocked open, and then someone broke into the glass window of the long corridor. Mike Addison was directly knocked to the ground. Then, behind his hands, a group of fully armed soldiers with gas masks broke in.
One of the soldiers rushed toward Wesley, who smiled at him. When the man reached for Wesley's shoulder, Wesley reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, then twisted his arm to the blanket, then used his other hand to hold down the submachine gun the soldier was carrying.
It had been a sure thing, but now something had changed. The last person to walk in seemed to be their captain. He looked at Wesley while the others pointed their guns at him.
"Let him go," the captain said. His voice was muffled because of the gas mask.
"Let him go? Why?" Wesley was not nervous at all. Instead, he laughed and spoke.
"Who are you?" the captain asked.
"Who am I? Why should I tell you? And who are you? Why did you break in here? Yes, I'm defending myself now. I can kill this guy in my hand." Wesley smiled strangely. He was completely in the mood for a game.
"Captain, hurry up, there is no more poisonous gas." At this time, another soldier next to him said, and it sounded like a woman.
The captain took off his gas mask directly. He was a black man. He was the captain who led the team into the Hive, James Shaed.
"I don't know who you are. Let go of him, or you'll be shot to death." James Shade's cold voice is very scary, but it works on ordinary people, and Wesley knows very well that this batch of mercenaries is terrible. Although they have always been cool, they are completely lousy.
"Hehe, let go of him and I won't be beaten into a beehive? Are you kidding me?" Wesley still had a playful expression, which made people angry.
The captain seemed to have lost his patience. Then, he turned to Alice and walked over to grab her shoulder. "Soldier, report the situation."
"What are you talking about?" Alice was a little panicked. She had lost her memory and was a little panicked in itself, but in her subconscious, her former training kept him calm.
"Captain, the nerve gas may have made her lose her memory, but the duration will not be long, at most a week." The female soldier just now was a health soldier, and she gave more professional advice.
James Shade let go of Alice and said, "You're the guard of the Hive. Your name is Alice. There's not much time." Then he turned to Mike Addison. "Who are you?"
"Police. Just transferred in," Mike Addison said.
"Captain doesn't have any information about him," said another female soldier. She was Rayne, one of the clones. "But the local police are short-handed. Maybe they didn't have time to build a file. Should we kill him?" Rayne looked at Wesley. The atmosphere was very tense.
"No, take him with you. Our time is limited. We don't have time to waste with you here. Let go of him and I'll guarantee your safety. But you have to move with us, or I'll give the order to fire. As a mercenary, my soldiers are prepared to sacrifice themselves."
Wesley saw that it was about time, then loosened his hands and let go of the soldier. The soldier instantly broke away from Wesley and rushed forward, pulling down his gas mask behind him. Then he pointed his gun at Wesley, as if he was ready to fire at the captain's order.
Wesley didn't look nervous at all. He took out a cigarette and lit it, then smoked it with an indifferent expression. The gate surveillance had found him, but these mercenaries didn't know about him. Umbrella Headquarters hadn't reported him to them, and James Shadd had a lot of questions about that.
"Well, we don't have much time. Open the door." James Xader is so ready to bring Alice and two strangers into the Honeycomb. It is very dangerous, but there is no time to stay here. The time limit of the mission is limited. Secondly, he has a lot of doubts, so that's the only way now.
Kalanp, a technician in the team, was in charge of computers. He opened a metal door inside the villa. Although the door was very eye-catching in such a villa, the umbrella was still designed like this. They probably didn't care about this.
The door opened, and two old-fashioned soldiers entered first with guns raised. Then Rayne escorted Mike Addison, and James Shade looked at Wesley. Wesley shrugged indifferently, then stepped in with a cigarette in his mouth.