Another Order in Resident Evil 4

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Author's Note: This is a fictional story based on the Ada arc of the PS2 version of Resident Evil 4.
Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.
Another Order:
Summer 2004, Europe, a research center. A blond man in a black coat and sunglasses
is observing the laboratory through a monitor. On the screen, a molting monster is frantically attacking a
giant bear. The massive black bear is quickly torn to shreds by the monstrous creature. The monster, seemingly
unsatisfied, continues its frenzied assault on the transparent tempered glass, terrifying the nearby researchers who
flee .
"This is terrible! Still these idiots! Can't these morons show me something new?"
the man grumbles angrily.
*Beep* The door behind him opens. A researcher dressed as a staff member
enters tremblingly.
"Reporting to Director Vesk, our research on subject β has so far failed, but..."
"But what?" the man said sarcastically, "we've discovered
something ."
The staff member almost knelt down in fright. He had originally intended to use this sentence to fob off the devilish director
, but it seemed he had no chance.
"Ahhhhhhh!" A scream rang out as the poor man's head was severed in two, blood splattering everywhere
.
Vesk slowly turned around and said with a hint of regret, "Narcissa, remember to do the cleanup
when I can't see you next time. The floor here is very expensive."
From the shadows in the corner, a woman with a cold expression emerged. Her delicate face, paired with a black, sexy
bodysuit, was a perfect combination, like a hybrid of devil and angel. The woman curled her lip slightly,
responding , "If there weren't so much junk, I wouldn't have to clean up this mess all the time."
Vesker sighed softly, "Since William and Alexia died, it's been hard to find any truly talented
developers. We can only create our ideal biological weapon if we obtain more development materials."
He turned and pointed at the screen, ordering, "Eliminate this idiot, a useless piece of trash with no intelligence and only brute force!!"
Narcissa nodded and walked out the door.
Vesker opened another computer and quickly connected with a woman in red.
"Where are you now?"
The woman in red replied lazily, "Hawaii. Headquarters gave me a week off. What's up?"
What a lucky guy. What was headquarters thinking? They sent me back just so she could go on vacation. Oh well, it's none
of my business. She's just a pawn anyway, Vesker thought resentfully.
"When are you leaving for Spain? When are you going to give me that thing I told you about last time?"
"Can't I enjoy this sweet vacation before I go?" the woman in red asked languidly.
"If you don't get it to me within a week, you'll regret it!!!" Vesker tried to suppress his anger.
"Don't forget, I can easily save you, but killing you is just as easy!"
*Beep*, Vesker shut down the computer. His fist clenched, he suddenly grabbed a walkie
-talkie and quickly dialed a number.
"Hello, is this the security captain? Bring me number 4, the one we arrested last week! Immediately!!!" With that,
Vesker slammed the walkie-talkie to the ground.
He'd been incredibly exhausted lately. His experiments had failed, his plan to revive the Umbrella Corporation was stalled, and
the pressure from above was mounting. His power was being increasingly constrained; it seemed the higher-ups were starting to
doubt him. He desperately needed a cathartic release to vent all his frustrations.
The door opened, and the security captain entered with a prisoner wearing a hood. After saluting, the
captain hurriedly retreated. He knew that when his boss was in a bad mood, it was best to do more and say less.
The prisoner stood unsteadily, and Vesker observed him with apparent amusement. Suddenly, he
walked over and ripped off the prisoner's hood. A handsome face was revealed beneath the hood,
momentarily blinded by the sudden light. It was a red-haired woman, her face haggard, but her expression resolute!
"You're the escaped beast," Vesker chuckled coldly. The
red-haired woman gradually adjusted to her surroundings and slowly opened her eyes. Before her stood a
man in black, with short blond hair, and a sinister smile playing on his lips behind sunglasses.
The woman's face turned deathly pale. She knew that only one person—no, not even human, but
a devil—would be dressed like this in this place.
"You…you're Vesker…Director," the woman asked with difficulty.
Vesker curled his lip and nodded noncommittally; he personally felt that answering a beast was an insult. He
casually picked up the record left by the security captain beside him and glanced at it.
"Not bad, you actually thought you could escape with four animals. Looks like you've got some nerve."
The red-haired woman roared angrily, "You beasts! You're the animals! We're human! We were
kidnapped here! If I escape, you'll all suffer a terrible fate!"
Vesker smiled slightly. "You seem to have a child. Aren't you afraid we'll
harm him if you say things like that?" As he spoke, he casually activated another screen. On the screen, a child was helplessly curled up
in a corner of a cell.
The red-haired woman lunged at the screen like a madwoman, crying out, "Winnie, my child, Mommy's here!"
Vesker grabbed the red-haired woman and viciously threw her to the floor. The woman screamed in pain as she hit the ground.
Vesker pressed down like a black mountain, his voice devoid of any human emotion: "Your name is
Rebecca, isn't it? Very well, the exact same name as one of my subordinates back then. If you don't
satisfy , I'll have this little brat killed right now."
The red-haired woman, Rebecca, let out a helpless wail, ultimately unable to escape the devil's control.
*Waaaaaa* The red-haired woman, Rebecca, was being humiliated by the man before her, sucking his penis
. Her movements were clumsy and awkward, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
"Deeper, deeper. Haven't you eaten today? Then you'd better suck it out quickly to fill your stomach,
hahaha ."
The man's mocking words drove Rebecca to the brink of madness, her mouth filled with an unbearable stench.
However, the thought of her child still in the hands of these demons forced her to overcome her nausea with even greater willpower
. A wet tongue enveloped the shaft, licking it carefully…
Visker closed his eyes, silently enjoying the oral service the woman before him was providing. Suddenly, he
grabbed her hair, forcefully pulling and thrusting his penis deep into her throat.
Rebecca was caught off guard by this sudden action, struggling to breathe, her eyes rolling back. She desperately tried
to break free , but in the demons' hands, her resistance was utterly insignificant.
Since the virus modification, Visker's body had far
surpassed that of ordinary people in terms of strength, explosiveness, and endurance—far exceeding that of a normal person by dozens of times. In his battle with
Alexa Now, the woman's resistance was practically a form of temptation for him.
A red glint flashed in Visker's eyes behind his sunglasses. Whenever he was excited, he felt
a superhuman power driving him to do violent things. He shoved Rebecca aside and stomped his left foot hard
on her hand, which was bracing her.
"Ah ... In a daze, she heard the demon speaking to her in a chilling tone: "If you don't move, I'll have your son's legs chopped off right now!" Rebecca's heart clenched, silently calling out her son Winnie's name. Forced to humiliatingly sway her body, she responded to the man's thrusts from behind. A mixture of red and white fluid flowed down her snow-white thighs from their joined bodies… The woman's eyes began to glaze over. *Beep…* The door opened again, and Narcissa entered. She glanced briefly at Rebecca, who lay on the floor like a rag doll, then went straight to Visker. The man before her, unusually, had removed his sunglasses and was now leaning back on a large sofa, smoking a cigar. "All done. Awaiting instructions," Narcissa reported in an almost mechanical voice. Visker exhaled a smoke ring, staring at the woman before him. This girl was someone he had trained alone, a trump card unknown to the organization. For years, she had consistently completed the tasks he assigned her without complaint. He admired her and trusted her completely. Vesker was an extremely cautious man; he trusted no one but himself. He took precautions for everything, including this loyal subordinate , whom he had also taken precautions against. "Get rid of this woman, including her child," Vesker said, pausing slightly before continuing , "Wait, I've thought of an even more fun way. Take them to Lab 3 and inject them with the T-Veronica we analyzed the day before yesterday. Hehe, maybe something interesting will happen." "Yes, sir," Narcissa saluted, preparing to carry out the task assigned to her by her boss. "Narcissa, you visited Steve a week ago, didn't you? How is he doing?" Vesker asked seemingly casually. "He's fine. His body is gradually recovering. T-Veronica really has the power to bring the dead back to life," Narcissa answered cautiously, very slowly. If she answered carelessly, even her trusted confidante, this devilish master, would not hesitate to snap her neck immediately! "Come see me again immediately after you're done!" Vesker waved his hand, and Narcissa immediately dragged the unconscious out of the room. Vesker exhaled smoke rings, his mind drifting to what had happened a week ago... At that time, Vesker's experiments had hit a bottleneck. Lacking raw data, his research on the G-virus and T-Veronica virus suffered a major setback. He thought with intense envy that if he possessed the intellect of William or Alexa, perhaps all the problems would be solved. Vesker had been researching the progenitor virus and its evolved form, G, for a long time. Although he had achieved some success with the prototype Tyrant, enabling it to understand and execute some commands, he still couldn't give these behemoths human-like adaptability . Vesker was very distressed about this. In the past, he had conducted research on developing a way to allow the parasitic Nemesis to control the intelligence of bio-engineered beings, but this at best only gave these stupid creatures the intelligence of a 7 or 8-year-old child, far from enough for biological weapons used in actual combat. It was at this time that things took a turn for the better. According to a call from headquarters, recently, the organization's female spy, Ada... Wang contacted a scientist in Spain, supposedly a friend of Ada's ex-boyfriend John. He pleaded with her for help, saying someone wanted to use his parasite research to control the world and hoped she would take him away. In return , he would tell her all his research findings. Viske was thrilled upon hearing this; this might be another shortcut to improving the intelligence of biological weapons. He immediately applied to headquarters to assist Ada's work, hoping to get a share of the profits. Unfortunately, he gradually realized that both the organization's upper echelons and Ada herself were being evasive about his requests, agreeing outwardly but disregarding them in private. Frustrated, Viske decided to personally send someone to obtain parasite samples and research data. After gathering all the information and making thorough preparations, he decided to send his beloved subordinate , Narcissa to complete the mission. "Alright, do you have any questions?" Viske asked after explaining everything to his beloved subordinate. "Understood. The deadline for the mission is..." Narcissa asked. “You must obtain that sample and research data before Ida Wong. The timeframe is no more than three days. The organization will not provide any assistance. Remember, if your mission fails, I will not acknowledge any .” Viske waved his hand. “You are ready to depart immediately! Complete this mission at all costs!!” “Yes, sir!” Narcissa saluted and immediately left the room. In the empty corridor, she took a deep breath, understanding that she was about to face a near-impossible mission. That afternoon, somewhere in Spain, a small plane glided through the air. A dark figure jumped , deploying a parachute only when extremely close to the ground. Like a ghost, it landed in a dense jungle.

Fifteen minutes later, Narcissa, dressed in special forces attire, lay prone on a hilltop. Her clothes had a peculiar
camouflage pattern that blended into her surroundings. Through high-powered binoculars, she saw an ordinary little
village , with farmers working in the fields—everything seemed normal. However, she soon noticed something amiss:
numerous animal traps were placed along the path leading to the village, and infrared-fused explosives hung from the trees. Clearly
, this place was not welcoming to outsiders.
It seemed her infiltration would be a bit more difficult… Thinking this, Narcissa lowered her goggles and quietly
circled down the hilltop…
Lately, the village chief of Mendez had a bad feeling. Ever since that special forces soldier brought that girl
back , he felt something was about to happen. But when he thought of the omnipotent cult leader, Lord Sadler, his heart eased.
In a few months, everything would unfold as the cult leader wished. He devoutly thought that the cult
leader was the only savior of this world.
However, things have been very tense lately. After learning the girl's true identity, he ordered the villagers to
impose a curfew around the village, strictly prohibiting any outsiders from entering.
Now, the only worry is that guy, Louis!
Mendez frowned at the thought of that name. Although the cult leader had repeatedly warned him that this guy
still had value and shouldn't be touched for the time being, Mendez had recently learned from the villagers monitoring him that this guy
was very restless, always trying to contact the outside world under various pretexts. Although he had
thwarted these attempts one by one, there was no guarantee that things wouldn't go wrong. It was time to teach this guy a lesson! Thinking of this,
Mendez revealed a cruel smile, a chilling murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Damn it, when is this woman coming? I can't wait any longer!" Inside a small wooden house, a man
in white sat on the bed, clutching his head, deep in thought. "Maybe I should find a way to escape myself."
Thinking this, he stood up and went to the window. He suddenly noticed two villagers "kindly" guarding
the doorway where he was staying. He gasped, realizing he'd been given "special treatment" without his knowledge.
He glanced around, finding the security not too tight, and cautiously opened the back door.
This time he nearly screamed. A man with a burlap sack over his head was squatting in the open space outside,
holding a chainsaw!
Seeing him emerge, the man shouted incoherently, "Where do you think you're going?!"
The man in white stumbled back a few steps, managing to compose himself before slowly saying, "I want to go to the lab to find some
data ." The chainsaw-wielding man shouted a few more times, and two villagers appeared, "escorting" the man in white towards the lab.
The man in white's heart sank. He regretted not discovering this sooner, but now
he could only obediently comply, staggering as he followed the "escorts" towards the lab…
Just as he entered, the door was slammed shut by the villagers behind him. The man in white cursed under his breath. He
knew that leaving now was impossible; he slumped to the floor in despair.
The door opened again, and two villagers tumbled in, thrown to the man's side. The man in white screamed and scrambled
to the side, staring in terror at the open door.
A dark figure slipped in, hissing at the man, "Silence!"
The door slammed shut, and the newcomer asked the man in white, "Are you Louis?"
Louis nodded, staring at the person before him for a moment before asking in confusion, "Who are you?"
The newcomer removed her hood; it was Narcissa. She smiled slightly and said softly, "Alexander."
Louis's eyes widened immediately, and he replied, "Eve."
This was the pre-arranged code he and Ida had agreed upon, though Vesker already knew it.
Narcissa asked, "Mr. Louis, are your research materials and samples ready?"
Louis shook his head and sighed, "Sadler is increasingly suspicious of me. He's now
placed the samples and data in the castle, entrusted to Salazar for safekeeping."
Narcissa sighed again and asked, "How do I get to the castle?" Louis hurriedly drew a map on paper,
marking the locations of various places.
Narcissa tucked the map into her bosom, inquired about other details, and finally
said seriously to Louis, "I'm part of the advance team, here to scout ahead. Ida and the others will arrive shortly. Please wait patiently a little
longer ."
Seeing her about to leave, Louis hurriedly grabbed her hand, pleading anxiously, "No! I think they're
already suspicious of me. If you don't take me with you, I won't be able to leave!"
Narcissa whispered back, "There are villagers watching us everywhere. If we leave now, neither of us
will escape. I'll come back for you tonight!" Louis had no choice but to agree.
Not long after Narcissa left, Village Chief Mendez pushed open the door and entered. Seeing the villager lying on the ground, he
roared grabbed Louis. Louis struggled, his face pale, barely able to breathe.
Mendez threw him to the ground and stomped hard on Louis's chest. Louis felt
as if his sternum was about to crack from that kick.
Mendez suddenly remembered the Great Master's instructions, and immediately loosened his grip, roaring, "Men, tie
this traitor up and keep a close watch on him!!" At the village chief's command, two villagers
bound Louis like hungry tigers.
Louis felt a chill in his heart, a sense of despair welling up within him; he knew his last chance to escape was
gone …
Evening, inside the castle.
A short man stood on the balcony, gazing at the scenery outside the window. He was
Raymond Salazar, the eighth master of this magnificent castle. Since submitting to the leader of the Church of Light, Sadler, he had devoutly believed that this great
master would bring new life to himself and the world. For this, he had even broken family rules, offering the family's sealed
parasite to the Master. Because the Master had once said, "This is the necessary power to reform this world!"
Tonight he was waiting here to pick up someone.
Although Salazar remained skeptical, believing that only he himself was the Master's most loyal follower.
The castle gates opened, and a burly special forces soldier walked in, carrying a burlap sack on his shoulder. The sack
was open and judging from its shape, it contained a person.
"Clap clap~~ clap clap," Salazar clapped his hands in welcome. "Welcome back to Krauser!"
The special forces soldier glanced disdainfully at the short man before him; frankly, he held this cunning fellow in utter contempt.
The eccentric little man had only won over Patriarch Sadler's favor through his ancestral parasite, nothing more.
However, as a colleague, he had to maintain appearances. "Haha, easy enough, Chief Salazar,
let's go inside and talk." He then rushed towards the reception room in the hall.
Salazar looked displeased. One of his two attendants was about to step forward to teach Clausa a lesson, but
Salazar stopped him with a gesture. Patriarch Sadler had always advised him to maintain harmony with Clausa, and remembering the Patriarch's
earnest teachings, Salazar swallowed his anger.
"What prey did you bring back this time?" Salazar asked curiously, looking at the sack at his feet in the reception room.
"If you want to know, open it yourself." Clausa lay down on the sofa beside him.
A cold glint flashed in Salazar's eyes, and he ordered with a grin, "Open it and see."
The sack was opened, revealing a bound girl. Her mouth was blocked, and she looked at
the strange people before her in terror. A mournful "woof woof" sound came from her mouth.
Salazar looked at the girl curiously and asked, "What's the use of this girl? The cult leader sent you to capture such
a little girl."
Klaus chuckled and replied, "This little chick is the daughter of the President of the United States."
Salazar's eyes widened immediately as he stared at the girl writhing. "No way, this is really
going to be a big deal," he thought to himself.
Rip, Klaus tore off the gag. The girl gasped for breath and said fiercely, "Let me go,
or you'll regret it!"
Salazar was slightly taken aback, then sneered, "I didn't expect the president's daughter to be such a feisty character!
What's name?"
"Ashley."
Salazar walked up to her lewdly and groped Ashley's chest. "Hehe, I didn't expect you to have such a big temper despite your small
size !"
Ashley had never been insulted like this before. She angrily headbutted the short man in front of her. Salazar
was caught off guard and immediately rolled on the ground.
He let out a strange cry, "Hey, this little brat's got some nerve! Teach her a lesson!"
Krauser found it amusing but didn't intervene
. He knew that while the little dwarf wasn't very strong, his two henchmen were quite formidable.
"Don't kill her! I'm going to see the High Priest now. You keep a close eye on this little girl!"
Salazar replied bitterly. "How could I kill her? I'll treat her well." He gestured
for his henchmen forward, grab Ashley, and carry her through the side door.
"Let me go..." Ashley was tied to the stone bed. She saw in horror that a man in a black robe
had grabbed her arm. "You... what are you going to do?"
"Hehe, I'm bestowing upon you a sacred object from the Great Church of Light." Salazar chuckled maliciously.
"No... let go..." The needle had already pierced the girl's pale arm, and an
egg-shaped object was injected into her body.
"From now on, you are our companion..." Salazar laughed loudly.
"No..." The girl's helpless cries echoed throughout the vast castle.
At the same moment, Narcissa arrived outside the castle. Looking at the towering ancient castle before her, she wore a
disdainful expression. In fact, to her, it was almost as easy as taking something from a safe. The more
complex the design and the heavier the security, the more relaxed the guarded people often were, because they found it hard to believe that
anyone would dare to steal important information under such precautions.
Rain began to fall. Narcissa took a deep breath and began preparing to infiltrate the castle…
…
“Hehe, little darling, how are you feeling?” Salazar looked at Ashley, who had just received her injection, and
gently stroked her chest with one hand. Salazar was extremely short, practically a dwarf. His face was covered in wrinkles, and he
wore an ancient nobleman's outfit, looking like a circus clown! Because he was so small,
he had to stand on a stool to reach Ashley.
Ashley, initially fearful, couldn't help but burst into laughter at his comical behavior
.
"You...you...what are you laughing at!" Salazar felt insulted and screamed. "
Don't laugh! You, you should show some fear!"
"Why are you so short, you dwarf, you shorty! Did you not get enough milk when you were born?"
Ashley's mocking words enraged Salazar. Indeed, he was born short, a natural dwarf.
Although no one in the castle dared to say it, he held a grudge. Anyone who dared to mention
the word 'short' to his face would generally be torn to pieces by Salazar's henchmen.
However, since this little girl was someone the High Priest Sadler had ordered to be safe, he dared not order his men
to do anything to her. However, as long as nothing else was harmed...hehe, the High Priest hadn't said it was forbidden. Thinking
of this, Salazar revealed a lewd smile.
He slowly moved his hand from Ashley's breasts to her skirt. Ashley noticed his movement and
cried out, "What are you doing, you little rascal? Stop it!"
Salazar smiled and said, "I'm a nobleman, and I'm always very polite to ladies. I
'll ." With that, his hand was already inside Ashley's skirt.
"No..." Ashley's voice sounded so helpless, further arousing Salazar's lust. However,
Ashley's struggles made it difficult for him to proceed. He gestured, and his two accomplices
understood One hand held down Ashley's hands, and the other held down her legs. A sharp pain
shot through her limbs. "Ah..." Ashley almost cried out in pain.
"Little darling, don't move. If you move again, I'll have them break your arms and legs."
Salazar maintained his gentlemanly smile, but his eyes were filled with lustful desire.
Ashley, after all, was a wealthy young lady and had never suffered such torment. Having confirmed her miserable fate, she
finally gave up resisting.
“Very good, my little lamb, let me pamper you.” With that, Salazar’s small hand slipped
inside the girl’s skirt, gently sliding across her panties. Ashley’s face flushed red. She wasn’t unfamiliar with masturbation and
knew what it felt like to continue like this, but after all, she was the president’s daughter, and she rarely did such dirty things
. Now, being teased by such a short man, the thought of it made her feel extremely ashamed.
Salazar continued his actions, clearly feeling the warmth from his fingertips. Gradually, he noticed dampness spreading across
his fingers , and finally, unable to resist, he parted the girl's panties and slipped his fingers
inside…
"No…" Ashley cried out, her private parts being relentlessly
invaded by a shameless little man. Her body felt hot, her skin trembling. Her body trembled with
Salazar 's assault.
"No what?" Salazar glanced at his hands, then tightened his grip slightly. Ashley
screamed , feeling intense pain in her limbs. She could only say against her will, "No… don't stop
…" Tears streamed down her face.
Salazar looked at her expression with satisfaction, signaling to loosen his grip slightly. "As you wish, my lovely
lady." He then lifted Ashley's skirt, tearing off her lovely white panties completely.
With a tearing sound, the girl's lovely private parts were fully exposed to the little man. Because of
his height, Salazar's head was only a few feet away from that mysterious garden. Looking at the
already overflowing, secret flower patch, the little man's breathing became heavier. At the same time, Ashley felt
the man's hot breath touching her secret virginity.
How embarrassing, she was seen naked. Ashley bit her lip tightly at the thought. Although she was extremely
humiliated , she also felt a strange excitement.
Salazar inserted a finger, and Ashley cried out as she felt a foreign object enter her
body. Although she was a virgin, the finger that entered was too small, and it was still a little loose after insertion.
Salazar slowly moved his finger in and out, his face full of excitement as he stared at the girl's genitals, watching the flower grow increasingly
wet , and the speed of his finger's movement gradually increased. Ashley's face was flushed, feeling extremely humiliated, but also
very excited. After all, she lived in an open society and was already familiar with sexual matters between men and women. Although her father strictly forbade her to have boyfriends, she had fantasized about going to paradise
with her beloved every night . Salazar noticed the girl's expression and found it very exciting. However, he then extended a second finger and began to insert two fingers into the girl's tender vagina. Ashley felt the foreign object increasing, let out a cry, and her body trembled. However, she felt that the current feeling was better and more fulfilling than before. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but blush. She was being finger-raped by a short man and was actually experiencing pleasure. This feeling made her feel very lewd. Why... why was this happening? Suddenly, Ashley felt the short man's thrusting speed greatly increase, and her body became hotter and hotter, with wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, after a throbbing, Ashley's body tensed up, and her vaginal fluid spurted out with Salazar's fingers, splashing onto the stone bed. Salazar laughed triumphantly, never expecting this young woman to be so wanton, reaching orgasm with just his fingertips … He pulled his finger out and held it to Ashley's lips, lewdly calling out, “You shameless slut, you've dirtied my nobleman's finger. Lick it clean now.” Ashley felt a surge of bitterness and almost cried, but feeling the pain in her limbs intensify, she obediently opened her cherry lips and took the short man's finger into her mouth, tasting her own love juice. The immense shame nearly made her faint, but she couldn't have her way. Salazar chuckled lewdly, unbuttoning the girl's top and bra, revealing her perfectly shaped virgin body . Her pretty nipples, erect from the previous throbbing, resembled two bright red, luscious berries. He flicked the girl's nipple with his finger, teasingly saying, "I haven't done anything to you yet, and you're already hard. Your body is so lewd; you deserve a good punishment." Ashley sobbed softly, but dared not argue, afraid of angering the short man and suffering even greater pain. Salazar greedily caressed the girl's breasts, then suddenly took the nipple into his mouth, gently licking it. The girl's body was so lovely, truly a gift from God. Ashley's consciousness began to blur under his licking, and she murmured softly, "Ah ...ah...gently, gently...ah..." Salazar licked for a long time, then stood up, ordered his men to help Ashley off the bed, and commanded her to kneel. He then stood on the bed himself , pulled down his pants, and said, "Come on, little darling, it's time for you to make me happy." With that, he thrust his lower body forward, and a ridiculous little penis stood up. Ashley's face flushed slightly, but she felt more amused. Compared was far too small. Salazar noticed her expression and slapped her hard across the face, making Ashley pause in surprise. Then she understood his meaning, suppressed her disgust and amusement, and gently parted her cherry lips to take the erect little penis into her mouth. Salazar let out a comfortable sigh, then straightened his back, intending to thrust it deep into Ashley's throat. Only then did he realize that no matter how hard he tried, he could only get halfway into Ashley's mouth. He was furious and annoyed, but helpless. In desperation , he could only scream, "You little bitch, suck harder, lick harder…" Just then, a cold arrow pierced Salazar's face and landed on the floor. A shadow ; someone seemed to be escaping. Salazar screamed, his penis instantly going limp. He cried out, "An assassin! Catch him!" His left and right hands, hearing this, flashed out of the room. When they returned , they found that besides the unconscious Ashley lying on the floor, their master had vanished without a trace . The left and right hands exchanged a glance and immediately issued a castle-wide curfew. Salazar felt a sharp pain in his philtrum and slowly regained consciousness. He had almost been assassinated, then sent his right and left hands to investigate, and then… then… he seemed to have inexplicably passed out. He opened his eyes and saw a strange masked man holding a dagger to his neck. He was so frightened that he felt his pants were a little wet… The masked man demanded in a low voice, “Take me to the room where the parasite samples are stored and give me the research data.” After saying that, he forced a pill into Salazar’s mouth and slapped him to swallow it. “This pill…”

"The poison will take effect within half an hour. Without the antidote, you'll die instantly. If you don't believe me, you can try."
Salazar was terrified. Although he had some doubts, he was also worried that if it were true,
it would n't be a joke. He asked bitterly, "Even if I give you the thing, how can I guarantee you'll give me
the antidote?"
"Actually, I can find it without you leading the way. Since you're unwilling to lead the way, you can just wait here to die!
Remember, you only have half an hour to live. Even Sadler won't be able to save you in time!" After
the masked man finished speaking, he prepared to bind him. Salazar's face turned pale. He hadn't expected the other party to be so forceful. In
desperation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll trust you this once. I'll take you there now." "
This masked woman was Narcissa. She had used her camouflage and exceptional skills
to infiltrate the main building from the outer walls of the castle, witnessing Salazar's debauchery.
Knowing launched a surprise attack, then released a dummy. While chasing the dummy, she pressed herself against the window
and used her hands to sneak in, shooting Salazar unconscious with a miniature tranquilizer gun before taking him to
a secluded room. Unfortunately for Salazar, he had dismissed his personal guards in the main building to indulge in his lust
. This allowed Narcissa to easily take him away.
Twenty minutes later, Salazar led Narcissa into a study, and he began..." She opened a hidden door, entered a
secret room, then opened a safe and took out a test tube and a stack of documents. Narcissa
glanced at the documents, confirming it was indeed Louis's handwriting. She then held the test tube in her hand,
and as she was about to put it in her bag, she saw a strange
smile . A chill ran down her spine; she felt
incredibly lucky, otherwise she would have been fooled. Pretending to be oblivious, she turned to leave, but Salazar quickly grabbed her, calling out, "I kept my
promise , why didn't you give it to me?" Narcissa chuckled coldly, "We'll talk when you hand over the real sample."
Salazar was startled, but still insisted, "You're lying, what I gave you is real."
"I met Louis, he told me how to identify the real sample, you can't fool me."
Salazar, terrified, sat down on the floor, his voice trembling, "You met him?" Narcissa
nodded. Salazar said helplessly, "Fine, in that case, I'll give you the real sample."
Narcissa took the sample Salazar offered, smiling as she handed him a white pill. Salazar
quickly swallowed it. After he swallowed it, Narcissa smiled again, "What I gave you earlier was a regular cold medicine."
"Ah!" Salazar cried out, his voice trembling as he asked, "What you're giving me now is..."
Before he could finish, Salazar collapsed. Narcissa said calmly, "Of course, it's a fast-acting sleeping pill
!"
Unfortunately, Salazar could no longer hear her. Narcissa vanished like a ghost, her figure
disappearing quickly at the end of the corridor...
A week later, a woman in red entered Visker's office, handing him a test tube. "This is
the sample you requested." She then placed a CD on Visker's desk. "This is the information you requested." "
Viske looked up, smiling at the visitor, and said, 'Thank you for your hard work, Ida. You did a great job. It seems
saving you was worthwhile.'
Ida looked at the man before her and smiled back, replying, 'I always repay kindness. If there's nothing else,
I'll be going now.'
'I hope we can cooperate again next time. Goodbye.'
After Ida left the room, Viske threw the CDs on the table and the test tubes in his hand into
the trash can , and said with a faint smile, 'Narcissa, you see, humans are just such animals that like to deceive their own kind.'
From a dark corner, a voice echoed, 'Perhaps people have just lived in lies for too long and
forgotten their true selves.'"

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