At the cafeteria of Raccoon City University, Allen and Annette were enjoying lunch at one of the available tables. Not long after, a man approached them. The man was Kevin Ryman, a police officer and instructor who also happened to be on his lunch break.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" Kevin asked, since there were no empty seats left except at Allen's table.

"Of course, go ahead." Allen shifted slightly, giving space so Kevin could sit beside him.

"Oh, thanks. Nice to meet you, I'm Kevin Ryman. You can just call me Kevin," he said while shaking Allen's hand.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too. My name's Allen Winters, and this is Dr. Annette Birkin. You can call me Allen."

"You can also call me Annette," Annette added with a brief smile.

Kevin nodded, then looked at Allen with slight curiosity. "So, you're Allen, Jill's husband?"

Allen was a little surprised to hear that. "Oh, looks like you know me."

"Of course. You're pretty well-known, especially since your wife is kind of an idol to some of the officers in Raccoon City. Especially this one guy named Chris—on your wedding day, he just got drunk after finding out Jill was getting married. Hahaha."

Allen chuckled as well. "Oh, Chris. Yeah, I know that guy. We've known each other for quite a while. But I heard he's got a girlfriend now, so I guess he's moved on. Barry mentioned that too."

Kevin smirked and added teasingly, "Yeah, though lately he's been going through relationships one after another. For some reason, his love life's a mess, even though his looks are enough to attract plenty of women. Hahaha."

Kevin clearly found the teasing amusing, especially since talking about Chris was funny to him. After that, their conversation drifted to other topics, from work to their acquaintances in the police force—like Barry, and also Chief Brian, a figure disliked by many officers. Kevin even complained about the recent cases he had to investigate, one of which was the reports of missing people around the Arklay Mountains.

That lighthearted conversation quickly made them feel more familiar with each other. Male friendship often grew easily, sometimes needing only the right topic to spark it. Annette also joined in, occasionally adding her own comments while listening to the gossip.

After lunch, Kevin invited Allen to have a drink at a bar sometime, along with Barry. Allen agreed without hesitation. After that, they returned to the laboratory.

Once there, Annette decided to part ways since she had to pick up her daughter, who had just finished school. Meanwhile, Allen only wanted to return the vehicle he had borrowed from Mark, along with the snacks he had promised.

"Thanks for the car."

"Anytime, buddy," Mark replied casually.

Allen then went back to his apartment, intending to find Karena to accompany him to the villa. There, he felt much safer conducting tests for his new serum. The villa had far more space compared to his cramped apartment, and Allen needed a large area to set up his portable private laboratory that he always carried with him.

...

From a distance, a woman in a red dress concealed beneath a trench coat had been observing Allen's movements, following him from the café all the way to his apartment.

"How interesting… now, what should I do?" the woman murmured. She was Ada Wong.

"Now that John is dead, it seems I'll have to make use of another man."

Not long after she whispered those words, Allen stepped out of his apartment again, this time accompanied by Lupo. As Allen headed toward the villa, Ada stopped tailing him. It seemed she needed to gather more information first, since her target had far too many protectors.

Once Allen arrived at the villa, he began running experiments using test scenarios on human DNA. With Wednesday's assistance, the results revealed lingering side effects that still had to be eliminated—specifically, issues with anger. Anyone who used the serum would lose control, either going on a violent berserk or turning into a mindless fool.

"It seems I need to solve this problem. If only I had a sample of the T-serum antivirus… then the next test might succeed."

Allen then returned to his room to rest, as night was already approaching. With Karena by his side, it seemed the night was going to be quite a long one.

And of course soon there were moaning sounds in the room.

"Ahhh... ahhh... slow down Allen Ahh.."

Right now Allen's cock was moving through Karena's asshole at a fast pace.

Currently Karena felt that even though her physical condition had been boosted many times over but she still could not beat Allen in bed.

Plop...plop...plop...

"Uhh ahh did you just cum inside me uhhh".

Feeling the warm yogurt inside her belly she felt her body climax and squird hard.

However, his cock kept moving and pounding her relentlessly, so she couldn't help—but made lewd expressions and took out her tongue.

"Ahhh slow down ahh"

"Sorry, I couldn't help it your body is so tempting"

Slap!....

He slaps her ass leaving slap marks— on her ass cheeks then grabs one of her jiggling breasts and sucks on the other.

Allen cums again inside her ass for a few more times there.

"Uhmm ahh yes..."

Karena was breathing heavily after that, but Allen lifted her hips high so that—her body was bent into an— inverted V shape and stabbed her pussy hole with his still standing cock.

Now her hands could touch her big toes and her body swayed like a swing.

Plop...plop...plop...

"Ahh...ahhh... gosh I feel like I'm going to die" Because she felt like she was going to die from the pleasure of having sex with Allen.

"Allen please ahhh..." she hadn't finished talking but already squirted and provided lubricant for his cock to move faster.

Plop...plop...plop..

Allen's waist was moving faster than before.

" Fuck... I'm going to die of pleasure ahh" at this moment Karena's mind was already blank as Allen's big cock kept moving quickly inside her tight pussy.

By this time it was 12pm and 5 hours had passed by this time.

Karena had fallen unconscious from the hard sex they were having, Allen then decided to— call it a day and let his woman rest and fall asleep.

....

The next morning, after a shower and breakfast, they left the villa and headed back to the apartment. Once there, Allen went straight to the laboratory where he worked, while Karena decided to continue resting.

By the time Allen arrived at the lab facility and was about to enter, his steps were halted by a white-haired man standing in his way.

"Dr. Winters, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nicolai Zinoviev. I've been assigned to escort and guard you to meet Sergei. Please follow me," the mercenary said in a flat tone.

"Well then, show me the way," Allen replied casually. Deep down, he was curious about why Sergei wanted to meet him.

They took the elevator up to the top floor of the building. Nicolai remained completely silent throughout the ride, his face stiff like a statue. Allen didn't care much—after all, Nicolai was just a stranger, not worth getting to know.

When they finally entered Sergei's office, Allen was greeted with a rather strange sight. The man was idly playing with a knife, even casually slicing into his own hand.

Why is it that villains in this world always have such bizarre habits? Allen mused, remembering Albert Wesker, who seemed to think it was mandatory to wear sunglasses everywhere.

Behind Sergei stood two Ivan Tyrants. Their towering bodies loomed motionless, waiting for orders. It was Allen's first time seeing a Tyrant up close, and he found himself tempted to acquire one.

But after giving it some thought, the maintenance costs alone would be a nightmare—not to mention the need for Alpha-type parasites to enhance their intelligence and ensure absolute obedience.

Hmmm… creating homunculi with a super soldier serum sounds way more practical than dealing with these biological toys, he thought to himself.

With that, Allen immediately abandoned the idea of getting a Tyrant from Umbrella.

"Nicolai, you may leave. I want to speak with Allen."

Hearing Sergei's words, Nicolai immediately stepped out of the room. He had no desire to linger around the man, especially not with those two Tyrants constantly looming at his side. Closing the door firmly behind him, Nicolai walked off to the next room, where he lit a cigarette in silence.

"So, Allen, you've been working at the lab for quite some time now. Have you gotten anything from William?" Sergei asked bluntly, skipping any pleasantries and cutting straight to the point.

"Mind if I call you Sergei…?" Allen asked with a calm smile.

"Ohh, you're rather bold, aren't you? But since you know Alex, very well—I'll allow it."

"As for Dr. William's research, I honestly don't know how it's progressing. I've never once met him in the lab. Right now, I'm working under his wife, Dr. Annette." Allen answered truthfully.

"You really are useless, Allen."

"Well, I'm just a scientist, not a spy. If you expect me to snoop around William, forget it. Besides, Alex only sent me to Umbrella to study and gain experience in this field." Allen shrugged nonchalantly, then added, "Wouldn't it be better to hire an actual spy if that's what you want?"

Sergei blinked at Allen's carefree response, though he had to admit the boy had a point. Still, what Sergei didn't realize was that Allen had already used the Third Magic to subtly hypnotize his soul, making him believe every word Allen had said since the beginning of their conversation.

At that moment, Sergei's thoughts wandered elsewhere: Should I deploy a special elite force to seize the G-serum data directly from William? But according to the latest reports, his research is still incomplete. Spencer wants to wait until Dr. William's project fully matures before taking it by any means necessary…

"Alright then, I'll accept your excuse this time," Sergei said, before pausing to think.

"I want you to join S.T.A.R.S. as an additional field medic."

"What, am I being fired from my current job?" Allen blinked, clearly not expecting to be dismissed from the lab and reassigned to a police unit just like that.

"Yes. This is my decision, and I've already spoken with Spencer about it. He agrees—if you're useless here, then you'll be dismissed. You can refuse, of course, but you'll still be fired from this lab."

"Fine, I'll accept. But give me permission to still access the lab and continue working here. You know I don't want to disappoint Alex, so I hope you understand."

In Sergei's mind, it seemed the boy was utterly obsessed with Alex. It would be troublesome if she found out he had reassigned her "dog" without permission, so Sergei relented.

"Very well. But while you're with S.T.A.R.S., I want you to observe Albert Wesker's behavior."

"Ohhh, so you want me to spy on Alex's relative? Fine, whatever. I don't really know him anyway."

"Good. You may leave. Tomorrow, you'll start as a S.T.A.R.S. medical unit member—and you'll still have access to the lab whenever you're not on duty."

After that conversation, Allen left Sergei's office and headed back down to the underground laboratory.

"Allen, why are you only coming in now?" Annette asked.

But instead of answering, Allen took her by the arm and pulled her into his private room, making sure no one else could overhear them.

"What's going on?" Annette asked again, this time with a hint of worry in her voice.

"I just met with Sergei. He asked about your husband, but I told him I didn't know anything. And… I've been reassigned from the lab to work with S.T.A.R.S., to spy on Albert Wesker…" Allen went on, explaining everything that had happened and recounting the entire conversation.

As she listened, Annette lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"You smoke?" Allen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah… I'm just under a lot of stress right now, thinking about my family's safety. What am I supposed to do, Allen?"

Then Allen pulled Annette into a tight embrace and said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe."

Annette, caught off guard, dropped her cigarette and returned his embrace. After holding each other for a while, they eventually went back to their usual work, discussing the serum they were developing.

"You mentioned you needed an antivirus sample," Annette asked.

"Yeah… do you have any data on that antivirus?" Allen replied.

Annette shook her head. "No, but I know someone who might."

"Do you know Professor Greg Mueller?" she continued.

"Not at all," Allen said, frowning slightly.

"He's an expert in biochemical weapons—in short, a researcher specializing in antivirus development for the T-virus. Back then, he was the one in charge of that project. If you're looking for an antivirus for the T-virus, he's the person you need to find."

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