Long-term salvation

The road from Le Havre to Paris is not far, and taking the train is also a good option, at least better than the German Railway next door. But at the girls' request, Rod chose to drive the rented car and drive along the spring French fields all the way to the ancient and historical Paris.

From the perspective of historical heritage, the United States is indeed just a group of upstarts. No wonder old Europe always looks at newcomers from the New World with arrogance.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Rod drove into the city of Paris.

At this moment, the round setting sun appeared a dazzling orange-yellow among the tall buildings, and as time went on, the light gradually faded to a dark red like venous blood - but as if in an instant, Paris was illuminated by lights, reflecting a dazzling gold between the gray sky and the blood-red sunset, as if the entire city was stripped of the missionary robes it wore during the day, revealing its gorgeous and decadent true face underneath.

Amidst the bustling traffic, Rhodes followed the map and the directions of passersby to find the luxury hotel he had booked long ago. Paris wasn't crowded with tourists at this time of year, but waiting until July would be a different story. By then, you could see the French National Day parade, and since it was summer, the crowds would be even greater.

The hotel is located in the 9th arrondissement of Paris and is owned by Charles Jean Plessy, a French-born director. Although he mainly runs a logistics company, he occasionally invests in fixed real estate with Atlas.

After giving Laura and Bourne some money, Rhode asked them to take the other four girls out for a stroll and dinner, while he stayed in his room to rest up and call the Charles director.

"Director Price, I've arrived in Paris. When will you join me?"

"Of course tomorrow, my dear Rod. Although I would love to bring my wife and sons over, they are still in Marseille. My father-in-law is in Paris... He's a general in the French Army. Well, we both dislike each other, and he doesn't know much about the other world either."

The voice coming from the satellite phone was enthusiastic, with a hint of harsh noise. It was obvious that the director was driving, but it seemed that the person chasing him was a police car?!

"Enjoy your night in Paris, Rod. You won't regret it. It's better than London, at least! Oh, and don't tell this to Dr. Timothy Flyte. His 'I'm the only one allowed to curse Britain' personality will definitely make me sarcastic for no reason. But my eldest son d'Artagnan likes him very much."

"You have three sons?"

"Planning to have four children, three Musketeers have four, that's common sense, Rod."

"What kind of common sense is this?"

Rhodes felt helpless as he listened to the loud laughter coming from the microphone. He turned off the phone and lay on the soft bed in the room, thinking about how to organize the secret service agency of the Army Without Borders.

However, before he could think for long, fatigue came over him, urging him to pull over the quilt and fall asleep. In his half-awake state, he vaguely saw a girl with long black hair in a white dress. She opened her arms and asked for a hug.

Rod readily accepted the advice.

He walked over and embraced the girl, listening to her whisper about the recent daily happenings in Hill Manor, such as how the wolf girl had gone out to rob a gangster bank again, and how a certain bold red-haired Nikki had also been fooling around. As she spoke, the shoulder straps of her dress slipped to the sides...

"Sensei!"

Under the resentful gaze of the black-haired girl, Rhodes opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Mary and Hinai standing beside his bed. The girls had slightly flushed faces with smiles that seemed to indicate "as expected".

"Did you have another sweet dream?" Hinai feigned reserve, her face stern and her arms folded across her chest, as if she was about to accuse someone. "Don't even think about lying! Abigail said she felt someone's dream was connected to somewhere else."

"...Are you really curious?"

Rhodes covered his eyes with his left hand, then suddenly stretched out his right hand to pull Hinata into his arms, holding her slender waist while leaning to the side to grab Mary who was trying to escape.

Looking at this lovely and slightly gorgeous face, Rhodes subconsciously wanted to wipe away the blush on his slightly hot cheeks - he kissed her wantonly, from the cherry lips to the white goose neck, from the earlobe to the delicate collarbone - his hands slowly moved down, stroking along the almost perfect curve, making the delicate body under his palms tremble.

"Do you understand now?" Rhode raised his eyebrows and let go of the two limp girls. "You promised to bring me dinner, but you two ended up having dinner? That's not impossible."

"certainly not!"

Mary struggled to stand up. Her nun uniform was already in disarray. Hina next to her had half her shoulders exposed and was burying her blushing face in the pillow. When her companion touched her, she only made a faint whimpering sound - the two of them together were beyond the girl's imagination and almost instantly broke down her shame defenses.

Seeing them like this, Rhode smiled and waved his hand, then walked into the small living room outside the bedroom. He could already smell the smell of food.

The meals were not many but were exquisite enough, with French couscous and asparagus, unknown cheeses, and Provence-style spicy baked pies, and of course the indispensable wine.

When Rod had almost finished eating, Mary and Hina slowly slipped out of the room, sticking to the wall, as if to avoid Rod's gaze. But just as they reached the door, someone grabbed their shoulders and dragged them back.

"Can you wash my back for me?" Rhodes asked with a smile, "I can't reach it."

"Wait, wait until next time when I have time... Ugh!"

"You dare to come in here so arrogantly and question me? I really can't let you off so easily - let me, the master, teach you two a lesson!"

The room next to it.

Nayako put her ear against the wall, biting a handkerchief in her mouth, and listened quietly for a few seconds. She suddenly turned around and looked at Abigail who was sitting on the bed. The latter was combing the hair of the black cat Pickman, with a calm expression, neither sad nor happy.

Looking at her sisters, Nayako raised her eyebrows and said maliciously:

"You're just going to watch and not get involved?"

"I just figured it out, and you're the one who inspired me," Abigail shook her head, revealing the same malicious expression as Nyako. "Billions of years from now, Rhodes will be mine, and by then, it seems like you'll be my only competitor... I really need to find a chance to get rid of you."

"Hey, don't say such scary things! I won't be able to sleep at night!"

"Kouhei, kouhei, I will always keep watching you."

"Then I will send you back to the 'Gate of Poverty' right now!"

The two girls immediately started a quarrel, and Pickman, unable to bear the annoyance, jumped onto the windowsill and looked out at the traffic coming and going below, and at the same time sincerely hoped:

Don't let anyone else come along who is the same as your master.

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Chapter 190 Paris: The Start of a Storm

early morning.

Rhodes opened his eyes and looked at the exquisite patterns on the ceiling. His hands slowly caressed the two smooth and petite bodies, letting faint murmurs leak out from under the quilt... Wait, I can't mess around anymore, otherwise I'll have to stay in bed all day.

After kissing the two girls who were still half asleep, Rod slipped out from under the quilt, found his own clothes from the pile on the carpet, and tiptoed out of the room.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Abigail and Nayako sitting on the sofa in the small living room, each eating a small cake, and there were some snacks on the table as breakfast.

"..." x2

"...Ahem, why are you looking at me?"

Rhode coughed lightly, his face clear of shame. However, he didn't want to squeeze in between the two descendants of the evil god and sit down. He was a little worried that his SAN would be completely depleted, and when he regained consciousness, he would see a group of little tentacle monsters surrounding him and calling him "Daddy." Rhode took two pieces of cake from the table and sat beside them, stretching his body in the bright Parisian sunshine.

"The weather is really nice today."

"It will be even better when you wake up in my bed," Nayako said sarcastically, but she immediately threw away the cake tray in her hand and pounced on Rhodes, "Never mind, let me kiss you first - meow!"

Abigail grabbed Nayako's ankle and threw her onto the small table. Seeing this, Rhode was helpless. He had no choice but to walk over and hug the two of them in his arms, saying unhappily:

"Didn't you say there's no rush?"

"Let's try it first."

"That's almost enough!"

The silver and golden evil tigers obviously did not intend to miss this good opportunity.

A few hours later, when Director Charles Jean Plessy knocked on the door, he saw Rod opening the door with his collar buttons buttoned neatly and a serious and tense expression on his face.

Looking over his shoulder, Director Plessy saw four girls sitting side by side on the big sofa in the room, and opposite them sat Laura, Dr. Flyt's favorite disciple, and an unknown gloomy young man - it seemed that this man was the CIA agent Rhodes picked up in the English Channel, and he was not doing well here.

Director Plessy: "...Remember to check the mirror before you go out, especially your neck and the back of your collar."

"Oh! Thank you, Director Plessy."

"Nothing, French men know this common sense after they turn 14."

【parking】

After introducing each other, Rhodes led Director Plessy to sit down. He took out a map of Europe and a tourist map of Paris, circled them twice with a marker, and said:

"Today I plan to take Laura to explore the Paris Catacombs. I'll also bring either Abigail or Nayako with me. The other will stay at the outermost edge, followed by Mary and Hinai... I'm not going to take you, Director. It's still very dangerous there, and I won't be able to keep an eye on it if there's one more person."

[Enter the hotel from the back door]

"I thought you were going to take all these girls in with you."

Director Price touched his chin. He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with slightly long cheeks. His face was always filled with confidence - especially when it came to "speed" and "suicide". He was also a sponsor of Red Bull extreme sports!

"Is there anything else very scary in that catacombs?"

【Knock down security】

"It's more religious in nature. After all, the remains of many believers are buried there. The echoes of the dead, the sorrow of the living, and the vibrant energy of the otherworld during the Black Death, it's natural that such a rift in the otherworld would have formed."

Rhode explained briefly, his eyes sweeping over Bourne, whose mind was clearly elsewhere. He then turned to Laura, meeting the girl's somewhat puzzled gaze, and continued:

"This time, you'll face a more spiritual confrontation. The otherworld will scan your mind and memories, uncovering even the tiniest flaws... I don't need to explain the rest, right? Laura, this is your chance, and also a challenge—do you dare to go?"

"You asked a meaningless question," Laura exhaled slowly, then smiled again, "I brought the weapons Grandpa Winston gave me, two Gurkha sabers!"

【Enter the freight elevator】

"Actually, I'd rather you brought two pistols, but that's not a big problem," Rhodes shrugged and snapped his fingers. A plastic box fell on the table, pushing all the tea sets to the ground. The remnants of black tea and coffee soaked the carpet. As Bourne's eyes widened, Rhodes opened the box and took out three pistols and more magazines.

"Laura, these are gifts for you. Dr. Timothy Flyte specifically asked Irons for them—two Browning Mark III pistols and a Beretta 92FS for Bourne. All six magazines are fully loaded. Keep them safe, and remember to wipe off any fingerprints before throwing them away!"

"Praise to Professor Flett and Mr. Rhodes!" / "Thank you... Mr. Rhodes."

"No need to thank me, just do your own thing."

[Watching the elevator floor numbers jump up]

"There's one more thing, Rhode," Director Plessy said seriously, suppressing his smile. "Based on your tip and the recent encounters with other forces in the Otherworld, I had my guys collect information on the flow of supplies in Europe. It's extremely secretive and hard to track down, but it seems the Umbrella Corporation in Paris has been amassing a lot of supplies under the guise of medical research, using various transportation channels, and this started about a year ago."

"Hmm...it's indeed a problem worthy of attention."

Rhode placed a hand on his forehead and spoke with a certain resignation. The fragmented memories that emerged from his mind told him that Umbrella's European division had developed the more powerful BOW, and that applying it to this world would only make it faster, stronger, and even cheaper... Did he have to go to Spain again? Shouldn't Mr. Leon S. Kennedy handle this? Anyway, where is this guy now?

[Exiting the elevator]

"ATC's main presence is in the United States, and Mobius operates in a very secretive manner, much more cautious than a 'younger' like Umbrella. I think in a few years, these guys holding parasols will suffer a major setback, especially with what they're researching."

"Thinking about it this way, ATC is responsible for the mind, Umbrella is the body, and Mobius is the soul." Rhode frowned, feeling that things were getting a bit tricky. "If these forces can collude, it means that the plan they're working on is something no one company can accomplish independently. They may not be aware of our existence yet, but they will eventually find out. We'll just have to keep it a secret for another two or three years."

"Don't forget about the other smaller powers, like the Holy Trinity, you told me about that."

Director Price reminded him, crossing his legs, folding his hands on his knees, and tapping his fingers on them:

"They may not be aware that they are serving the 'ultimate plan,' but objectively they can still be classified as allies of the [Organization] and are targets that need to be eradicated."

"indeed so."

[Drawing weapons, coming to the door]

"In that case," Rhodes reached out to unbutton his collar and twisted his neck, "I still have to deal with the small matter at hand first."

【shot!】

The bullet shot out from the barrel of the sniper rifle, crossed a thousand meters, penetrated the open window, pierced through the curtains, and with cold murderous intent, it hit - the crowbar?!

Nyako suddenly leaped up, a physics-inspired holy sword appearing in her hand. The red-headed gadget whipped up a powerful gust of wind across the room, knocking the bullet away! Then, she hurled the crowbar into the distance, and a gust of wind instantly engulfed the entire room!

【? ! 】

At the same moment, Rhodes ran towards the door, a Benelli M4 Super 90 semi-automatic shotgun appeared in his hand, and he fired at the door repeatedly!

The thick wooden door was blasted to smithereens, sending human flesh and sawdust flying, creating an ugly, radiating flower on the wall across the hallway. Dark red blood trickled into the room through the cracks in the tattered door, filling everyone's nostrils with a pungent odor of blood and gunpowder.

【…】

"Honestly, this happened way too quickly," Rhodes complained, distributing weapons to Director Plessy. "Maybe Bourne was caught on camera while he was out shopping yesterday."

"Feel sorry……"

"No big deal, young man," Director Plessy patted Bourne on the shoulder, turned to Rhodes and said with a smile, "Come on, my car is parked downstairs, you can take a ride."

"There are too many of us."

"Then we'll split up. Let Bourne, the most targeted, follow us. Miss Laura will drive another group. After we shake off the pursuers, we'll reunite near the entrance to the catacombs!"

Chapter 191 Paris: Codename 47

47 feels a bit difficult to stretch.

He felt that he was not carrying out an assassination mission, but fighting on the battlefield—

Several bullets hit the corner where 47 was hiding. Although these abominable little creatures did not penetrate the thick cement walls and bricks, they left numerous bullet holes on the delicately patterned wallpaper, and the impact points emitted firefly-like sparks and tiny gravel.

Enemies? The enemies weren't assassination targets, but assassins just like him, well-trained, murderous, cruel and ruthless. They could even use large-caliber rifles and submachine guns here without restraint!

Two waves of assassins from different factions collided simultaneously in this hotel. They entered from different directions, one in front, one behind, surrounding their target from above and below, almost completely... and then encountered their counterparts in the corridor in front of the other party's door:

Someone had hit the hotel's fire alarm, which was now emitting a shrill scream, and the circuit was also cut off, making the high-rise corridor without any windows extremely dark. Only the occasional muzzle flash of a gun cast a shadow on the wall.

The entire corridor was filled with the smell of gunpowder, but compared with the cold murderous intent and the gradually rising anxiety, these real-life tortures seemed meaningless - bullets flying through the narrow corridor made the target people in the room seem relaxed and comfortable.

"Tsk."