[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

It was summer, and the nights in Raccoon City were long and sultry, and the sound of insects was scattered everywhere.

Night Dew crept into the bedroom, damp and light.The darkness passed over the bedside lamp, covering his eyes so that he could not see clearly.He lay flat on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. "Nothing scary," he thought, "you're just sleeping with an Alpha."

After a few breaths, he noticed that the sound of sticky water stepping on the floor with bare feet stopped, and leaped onto the mattress deftly like a cat, and crawled over from the foot of the bed with a restrained breath.Dampness covered his body, bound his wrists like a snake, raised his head and pressed it against the bed board, tearing at the wound left by the training a few days ago.

A muffled groan came out of his mouth, and then he heard a soft groan.Moist bent down, and he realized that his lower lip had been bitten gently.The skin that was slightly steamed by the bathroom was fleeting on his cheeks, and he murmured and scratched his ears softly: "wrist, or here, which hurts more, huh?" Then the earlobe was bitten again , causing him to take a sharp breath.The damp was tempting him like a siren tempting a crew stranded at sea.

Meanwhile the commuter watch on the bedside table screamed horribly.He almost raised his waist suddenly and wanted to sit up, but was immediately pressed into the soft bed by the wet pressure on his stomach.

The unique prompt sound indicating the Omega pheromone continued to scream, and the next moment, the crackling sound of glass shattering accompanied by a whistling sound, and the whistling sound disappeared out of the window.

"What are you doing—" he opened his mouth and shouted.

The unspoken voice was rolled up by the tongue, and the cool soft touch bit the mouth at an extremely slow speed, swallowing each other's breath: "Go to the logistics department tomorrow to get a new one, and the Raccoon City Police Department will be responsible for reimbursement." Moist. After finishing a lingering kiss, he said leisurely, his callused hand stretched back along his neck, his pulse pounding under the damp scratch.

He panted heavily, wondering how anyone could still be calm when it was so hot, and suddenly remembered the hissing of the notification tone just now.

Omega.

Oh, Omega.

"Wait, I thought you were an Alpha?" he asked belatedly.

"I am." The cold hand of the other party hooked his blood all the way down, the coldness burned the thin muscles and pierced into the heart.He gasped for breath, his commando instincts buzzing with danger. "But—" he stammered, "Just now—"

"Me too." The wet voice touched his shoulder blades, and he could almost feel the wet corners of his lips that seemed to be smiling from the dark night.

Alpha, and Omega, what does this guy mean?he thinks.

While he was still bewildered by the sound of the siren, Beta's degenerated glands were quickly licked, sticky and itchy.He gasped in shock, only feeling that his breath was blocked in his chest, and being pulled back and forth by the fingers pressed against his chest, successive numbness rushed from the chest cavity along the spine to the brainstem.

He almost screamed, but what he said was, "Purchasing counterfeit drugs is illegal," and sat down so wet that it rolled over his abdominal cavity, and without hesitation he yelled loudly, "Captain! "He tremblingly raised his hand and held the opponent's waist.

"I don't need to buy these things." The captain responded vaguely, he seemed to be able to see the hoarse breath rolling over the opponent's Adam's apple, "That's what I am "1". "

"You're really crazy," he cursed in a trance with a smile, his hands catching up with the flow of sweat all the way down.First, it outlines the narrowed mermaid line, then scratches the deep waist, and finally penetrates the tight buttocks.The crew threw themselves into the siren's sea without hesitation.

The slippery slime slipped into his fingers, and he realized that the dampness was rippling in his palm, like a black mamba hovering in the sound of a flute.

So he no longer restrained himself, and pushed upwards heavily.

Frenzy enveloped the night, and he felt dizzy.

Chris sat up suddenly, and the sudden memories in the dream came up from the bottom of his heart, which was so real that he was uneasy.He remembered the psychiatrist telling him that nightmares were often a reflection of reality, yet his reality bears no resemblance to dreams.He thought, he should dream of those torn flesh and blood that exudes a rancid smell and strange shapes, that is reality.Maybe he should dream of BOW taking over the world, he thought for a moment.

Gray clouds hung gloomy by the window, and the raindrops made no sound outside the double-glazed glass.He wiped his face and lifted the quilt, and turned his head to see the bedside alarm clock pointing to [-]:[-].

After returning to the headquarters, handing over the master copy of the code to the deciphering team, making a work report, and handing over some "private goods" to familiar researchers, he slept for a total of three hours and five minutes, and now he has a severe headache.

It's too old to be dissatisfied, Chris rubbed his stiff neck and frowned.

The phone rang just in time, he picked up the internal line, and heard the crackling sound of typing on the other end: "Chris, the test results of the hair sample you sent are back."

"Well, is there a situation?" Chris nodded, knowing that he was talking about the black hair he found on the table in the safe house in Lugano.

He remembered that day during the aftermath work, when he quietly twisted the hair and held it in the palm of his hand, the momentary fluctuations in the pheromone monitoring value on the silent watch.It was hair with an Omega breath.At that time, he felt vaguely uneasy. In order to show it to the person on the other side of the monitor who might exist, he could only cover his watch immediately to prevent the other party from discovering the change of the value. means.His intuition told him that the people behind him would believe it.

Hope this hair is worthy of his acting.

He quickly came back to his senses, and the researcher spoke quickly on the inside: "The black hair is dyed, and we stripped the golden hair from the core. Uh—"

"Well?"

"We didn't find a matching list of people from the DNA fragments in the hair."

Chris frowned. The broken hair did contain less DNA information, so it was reasonable to find it.

"But we detected a fragment of RNA that matched the C virus."

"Can you stop panting?" The man rolled his eyes. J'□□o as a BOW is hardly suitable for detective work.What the hell is that stretched rose?He pondered for a moment, feeling that his headache was getting worse: "Can you know the corresponding variant?"

"I'll try." There was another burst of crackling on the other side, "but I still have to say, I don't have much hope. There are too few resources available, you should pull out two more."

"If I can pull it out, I still need you?" Chris laughed dumbly, and then he remembered something, "By the way, you didn't tell the chief executive about this, did you?"

"Of course not," the other end of the phone answered briskly, "Redfield, when have I failed you? Speaking of which, when can you tell me how you got this hair?"

"Let's talk when you have time." He rubbed his forehead, sighed and hung up the intercom call.His intuition from years of fighting told him that it was not that simple.The faces of Wesker, Alex, Kara, and Norman appeared alternately in his mind, and they finally merged into a ferocious smile.There is always no shortage of lunatics in this world, and he can only follow behind exhaustingly to clean up the mess, like a tightly wound clockwork, which will be unscrewed until it breaks.

The raindrops outside the window became more and more violent, and the sky was as muddy as mud.The soreness began to rise up the shoulders and block the back of the head. He felt his head explode in pain, so he simply opened the window and let the rain pour in.The howling chill swept away the dull air in the room for a moment, and Chris heaved a sigh of relief after a few shudders, feeling that the damn headache had eased a little.

So he took out a painkiller and swallowed it, thinking maybe he should continue the play while pouring water.

The North American Division quickly received news that Chris Redfield would return to Vancouver after a brief secondment a few days ago due to a relapse of an old injury, and take up his original position. "The position of the captain of the Alpha team is temporarily replaced by the vice-captain, and the team's training and field missions will continue as usual." The notice reads.

When Chris returned to the base of the BSAA North American Division in the suburbs of Vancouver, the snow had just stopped, and soldiers could be seen from the special plane busy picking up snow that was one person tall and transporting it away.They landed on the tarmac, and the moment they opened the door, the familiar chill swept over, and then two rows of medical personnel who had already been waiting rushed forward, busy wrapping various instruments and tubes around his body, and stuffing them into medical supplies. bed.

Chris thought it was funny. The last time he was served by such a big battle was when he submitted information about Umbrella to the United Nations.However, he had to do enough acting, so he could only hold back his smile and let the doctors fiddle with him.

After entering the special care area of ​​the medical center, today's grand finale finally came to an end.The medical staff apologized to him and removed the tube from his body, which freed him, but the condition was that he still stayed in the nursing area.

"This is an order, Mr. Redfield, at least we can't let you go out casually for this week." The doctor spread his hands and gave him a move, "If you don't know what to do, go to Captain Nivans. He needs life Mentor, and you two boring people just stared at the wall in a daze. By the way, you know he has been promoted to captain, right?"

In fact, Piers Nivans was not happy and had no time to stare blankly at the wall.Although it took less than ten days from being sent back to regaining full consciousness, there were so many things he needed to do.He has to cooperate with the treatment plan, actively rebuild, cooperate with the enhanced C virus sample extraction, rack his brains to recall all the experiences of the past five years, and even deal with his damn Alpha who sometimes appears manic because Omega doesn't want to appear Instinct—especially after being enhanced by the C virus, this instinct is particularly obvious in him, and the antiviral serum is helpless against it.Sometimes he even needs to extract that Omega pheromone and inject it into his body to stabilize.

This is what Chris saw when he found Pierce's ward after asking all the way.

The door of the ward was open, and the young man was facing him with his back, holding a fifty-pound dumbbell in his right hand and kept raising and lowering it. The nurse next to him who was cleaning up the infusion tube was raging: "Your little red-haired man came here this morning. Blood, I asked you." The blond girl smiled and narrowed her eyes, "'How is Lieutenant Nivans today?'—ah, we haven't told him that you have been promoted to captain, and then asked Ah, 'I donated so much precious blood that could save the world, why doesn't he know how to repay it?' Poof—"

Pierce held the dumbbells in silence.

The blond nurse continued, "Did you hear that, you have to remember to repay."

The young man listened without saying a word, but Chris had a hard time holding back his laughter by the door.

When the amount of dumbbells reached fifty, Pierce stopped and bent down to put the dumbbells on the ground. "Then he ran away again, which time it wasn't because he ran away first—" Alpha's voice was hoarse and gloomy, and then Chris saw him squeeze his throat up and down and cough a few times, "Tch."

"Maybe he didn't come to see you because he was shy!" The girl quickly cut off a few needles and threw them into the disinfection tube, while sniffling, "Omega from the medical team said that he still has estrus The smell, and it’s not weak—don’t you think it’s been a little too long?” The nurse clapped her hands abruptly, and Pierce trembled in fright with a bang, only to hear the girl shout lively, “It’s decided, next time I must grab him for a full body check!"

"Is he still in heat? Can—" He rubbed his tightly wrapped right arm vigorously, hesitated for a moment and then quickly changed his words, "Forget it."

"Okay, then I'll go first." The nurse blinked at Pierce and picked up the plate with a smile, "I will remember to pass your words on to him."

"Huh? Wait? I didn't say anything?" The young captain turned around in panic, and Chris saw half of his face still lingering with the miserable marks of being transformed into BOW.

He knocked on the door frame just in time.

"team leader?!"

tbc

The investigation into "Cleopatra" stalled, but intelligence about the "Railgun" resurfaced.The so-called replacement is the new "administrator" of the "electromagnetic gun", which means that as long as I find the "administrator", I can find the "electromagnetic gun".And to find "Administrator", I just need to follow the steps of ■■.

ps: It is said that the guy is very sick. There are rumors that BSAA has stopped his work and asked him to return to the North American branch to recuperate.Need to find out the truth?I'm quite skeptical about this statement.He has always been healthy.

Mar. 10th, 2018

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