I can control the stalker in Resident Evil

Chapter 148: Innate Arms Research Holy Body (Epilepsy)

Are you here to escape?

At this point in time, it seems that nothing is happening in Russia except the Second Chechen War, right?

"Is there a problem?"

Yang Ren asked tentatively.

"Well... I couldn't make a living in my country anymore, so I came to America to try my luck."

“Here is my business card…”

Andre was obviously not good at communication. He took out a business card from his briefcase and handed it over.

Yang Ren took the business card.

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Andrei Andreevich Sudayev

[Izhevsk Machine-Building Plant]*Senior Designer*

Phone: XXXXXXXXXXX

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The business card was written in Russian in very sloppy handwriting, and it looked as if Andre had made it himself.

But...Izhevsk Machine-Building Plant?

If I remember correctly, this seems to be an arsenal that specializes in producing AK series firearms, right?

A senior designer in the Arsenal...?

"Master...what do you do for a living?"

After reading the contents on the business card, Yang Ren raised one eyebrow and looked up to ask.

"Gun design."

"——Huh?"

As if afraid that Yang Ren wouldn't believe him, Andre motioned for him to wait a moment and then began to rummage through his briefcase.

There seemed to be a lot of things in the bag, but most of them looked like drawings or other very large papers.

After a moment, Andre took out a huge design drawing and spread it out on the table.

"What's this…?"

Claire came closer with equal curiosity.

[12.7mm automatic rifle]

The first thing you see is a huge, eye-catching Russian title, with a handwritten English annotation below it.

"I don't know why my design was not selected, and you also know the economic situation in our country..."

"I just couldn't make it any longer, so I came to America to try my luck."

"Although your TerraSave's actions in the Caucasus region a few days ago were not announced, they were actually widely circulated among us. I also heard about you from my colleagues."

"I know you have your own troops, and I think my design will be very useful in the field of anti-biological and chemical warfare..."

"So... can I ask you... to give me a job to make a living...?"

Andre's voice became smaller and smaller, almost becoming the buzz of a mosquito at the end.

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and secretly observed the reactions of Yang Ren and Claire.

On the other hand, the more Yang Ren read the contents on the drawings, the more his breathing became rapid.

Bullpup layout, gas-operated and rotary bolt, 12.7mm large-caliber automatic rifle, equipped with tactical fishbone and carrying handle…

This is the complete design drawing of the famous Ash-12 assault rifle!

Similarly, this gun was first unveiled in 2011, and the 12.7x55mm ammunition it uses has extremely strong stopping power!

Even when wearing a bulletproof vest, he can perform miracles with great force and kill people with just the bullet!

Could such a powerful close-range street fighting weapon come from the hands of an unknown person?

And he is only 29 years old, which is simply a natural physique for arms research!

"Wife...it seems like we have found a treasure."

"--Varied…?"

"mua~!"

Before Claire could react to the word "wife" when Yang Ren bit her hard on the face with his upper and lower lips.

The force was so great that even the pink face was pulled and deformed for a moment.

"Brother... No, bro!"

"I'll take your design. You don't have to worry about work anymore."

"I will immediately advance you three months' salary. You will go to Philadelphia to work tomorrow with your design. The address is..."

……

One minute later.

Andre took his briefcase and sat aside tactfully and contentedly.

Claire leaned closer to Yang Ren, stared at his face from bottom to top, and asked expectantly:

"What did you just call me~?"

Yang Ren was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted and smiled with relief.

"Wife~"

Hearing this word clearly again, Claire's expression became a little arrogant.

"It's so embarrassing to yell like that outside..."

"But... your voice sounds really nice, I'll reward you~"

The cold little hands gently held Yang Ren's face, and Claire quickly moved her head forward and gave him a lip kiss that lasted for who knows how many seconds.

After she was satisfied, she leaned into Yang Ren's arms again, closed her eyes with a smile on her face and took a nap.

Yang Ren was quite happy with her dependent yet proactive look.

With one hand naturally around Claire's shoulders, Yang Ren leaned back in the comfortable chair and took a short rest.

After a while, the waiter brought the dishes.

Two servings of duck blood vermicelli soup, one serving of scallion pancake, and one serving of spicy fried pork wontons.

Including the tip, the total is $10. (82.8 RMB, about 2024 RMB in 330 purchasing power)

The price is actually a bit expensive, but after living in the United States for a long time, it doesn’t matter anymore.

When the dishes were served, Claire was the first to use the spoon to scoop up a piece of duck liver with a little soup, and put it into her mouth to taste it carefully.

"what about the taste?"

Yang Ren also picked up the chopsticks and spoon and asked with interest.

After swallowing the food, Claire savored it carefully before answering:

"Hmm... not as delicious as yours."

As the saying goes, if you want to win a person's heart, you must first win her stomach.

With the intelligence boost brought by the NE parasites, what Yang Ren and Zhui Zhui make is definitely Michelin-level.

To control Xiao Ke's stomach, you just need your hands.

The same piece of duck liver tastes delicate, tender and smooth, without any fishy smell of offal.

The taste is indeed delicious, but I always feel like something is missing.

No matter what cuisine it is, when it is brought to other places, it will be modified to suit the tastes of the locals.

Perhaps what is missing is a feeling called "home".

Although Yang Ren only studied in Nanjing in his previous life and was not a native of Nanjing, but...

Damn, I miss home all of a sudden.

Maybe the me in that world has already been carried to the crematorium and lived in a small box.

I don't know how my parents are doing after I'm gone...

Funny enough, the NE parasite gave him powerful learning abilities, but he couldn't remember the memories of his past life.

To be more specific, he now can't even remember the names of the five grown-up kids in his dormitory before he traveled through time.

Claire, who was standing by, was a little confused when she saw Yang Ren not moving his chopsticks after eating a piece of duck liver.

"What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

"Or... are you thinking about your parents?"

she asked softly.

Yang Ren turned around when he heard the voice, only to see Claire frowning slightly and looking at him with concern.

"fine…"

With such poor acting, anyone could tell that something was wrong.

Claire couldn't help but sigh slightly, patted Yang Ren's back and comforted him:

"The feeling of losing a parent... I understand."

"But... we can start a family again~"

Yang Ren couldn't help but smile when he heard these comforting words.

"makes sense."

……

After meal.

The duck blood vermicelli and scallion pancakes were eaten up completely, not even a drop of soup was left. Only a few spicy fried pork wontons were left.

Claire picked up a wonton and held it in her hand, then began to feed Jerry, who had been craving for it for a long time.

Jerry was also very unceremonious. After eating the wontons in Claire's hand, he even licked the grease off her hands.

Claire supported half of her cheek with one hand and fed the little mouse with a casual smile, which made Yang Ren's heart surge with emotion again.

So beautiful, my wife.