The affection between father and daughter sometimes made even their biological mothers envious, feeling like their daughters were raised in vain!
Taking the three women, including Jessica, Eddie drove a jeep to the airport, where they took a private jet to the laboratory.
The laboratory had already captured over twenty special C-Virus-transformed zombies, which were being held back by transparent tempered glass.
"What's the matter?" Eddie held a wine bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other, looking somewhat cynical.
The person he met was Graham, the former supreme leader and now Benford's chief of staff.
He was also Ashley's father and Mrs. Tamina's nominal husband.
Graham seemed completely unsurprised by his wife Taimina's second pregnancy; do all people in high society view things so openly? Taimina had been away from him for a long time, supposedly as a hostage.
Perhaps this is just how men are; to have a tolerable life, there must be a little green on their heads.
Eddie felt profound respect for such a person; he had to be friends with such people, the more the better.
Graham's expression was serious. "The antiviral vaccine you developed has lost its effectiveness!"
"Impossible. I researched the virus samples you gave me. If the virus mutated or had some special substance added, then I can't guarantee the effect. But for those infected with the C-Virus, using the vaccine is no different from suicide." Eddie wouldn't fall for it; friendship was one thing, business was another.
"In short, we now need a new antidote, otherwise more people will die. Once the number exceeds the limit, it will lead to the collapse of order!" Graham's expression was very serious; it concerned national affairs, and his attitude was always firm.
"Isn't this your own doing? If you hadn't colluded with Spencer of Umbrella, how could this have happened? You can only blame yourselves." Eddie wouldn't take the blame; whoever wanted to play that game could go play it.
"Alright, let's solve the current problem first." Graham didn't want to talk about this issue much. He had wanted to widen the economic gap back then, and facts proved he was correct; he was just a successor. Cooperation with Umbrella had begun long ago, and it was still the same saying: money makes the world go round, so why not earn it?
The two arrived at the laboratory, where a dissected corpse lay, with many stitched parts of parasites on its body.
Eddie turned on the air filter, walked to the zombie, looked at it, casually took out a small knife, and made a few gestures.
"Have you extracted blood and muscle tissue for research? Have the parasite sample comparison results come out? If not, why aren't you doing it! Do I still need to teach you how to do it?" Eddie snorted, what kind of level were these people at?
Item by item, checks continued, and everyone was busy.
Meanwhile, Eddie sat on a stool, sipping wine. "You need to be careful. Neo-Umbrella will soon retaliate against you for the despicable things you did before."
Graham picked up his wine glass, looking at the red wine inside. "We are already preparing, just waiting for them to appear. No matter who it is, they cannot shake the Federation government's position and foundation. Simmons's number one target is you; you'd better be careful. He is now a wanted criminal and capable of anything!"
"I'm just waiting for him to come to me. It's a good time to settle old scores. That useless trash, by the way, doesn't he have family?" Eddie asked.
Graham handed over a document. "No, he only has a mother, whom he has hidden."
What did that mean? To threaten Simmons with his mother?
Eddie couldn't do something so despicable, as if he had ever done such a thing.
Even for Jack, who inherited Wesker's physique, Eddie never treated him like a guinea pig, nor was there any need to.
Even if Mrs. Yasi didn't mind, what then? Eddie wouldn't do such a thing; he no longer needed to.
Graham lowered his head and quietly asked, "Taimina is pregnant?"
"That's right, I did it. Sorry." Eddie admitted it generously.
Graham looked at him with some surprise. "Treat her well!"
Chapter 628: Crazy Simmons
Eddie looked at Graham with some surprise. What the hell? Perhaps this is just how men are, not bothered by trifles; a true man should be like this.
Unfortunately, Eddie would never learn this in his lifetime. Everyone has their own aspirations, and one cannot force it.
"I will take good care of her, don't worry." Eddie said with certainty. Does that even need to be said? She's having his child; even if there's no merit, there's hard work.
Graham nodded. "How far along is your space travel project?"
"It should still take ten years, it won't be that fast. During this period, it will require a lot of human and financial resources. You should still think about how to eradicate the biochemical virus. Sooner or later, the virus will mutate, and then no one will be able to suppress it." Eddie gave a warning, considering it advice to the other party.
"Some people won't stop. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws. To break the laws will inevitably come at a corresponding cost, and whether that cost can be borne is another matter. Have you really successfully developed it?" Graham probed again.
"Have you ever seen a professional pharmacist get sick? Don't compare kidney deficiency to me." Eddie certainly wouldn't admit it; there's a fundamental difference between others believing something and oneself admitting it.
After a while of small talk, Eddie naturally pretended to be a good businessman, currently focusing his research on the aerospace industry, with not much research on viruses.
Moreover, Eddie also revealed a secret: when he completes the aerospace industry, he will freely distribute patents for anti-cancer drugs to major regions.
In return, these regions' resources and materials will be sold to him without restrictions.
Hey, anyway, taking these drug patents away is useless, so it's better to leave them here in exchange for more valuable resources.
Eddie's plan was incredibly clever, calculated with his brain fully engaged, taking all situations into account. No one who fell into the trap could avoid being calculated.
Two hours later, Eddie combined the parasite-inhibiting drug and the C-Virus vaccine using a unique technique, ensuring no loss of efficacy.
This technique would not be given to others; simply replicating the vaccine step by step was useless!
Yawning, Eddie left the laboratory, finding it completely unchallenging.
After Carla joined his team, there wasn't a single villain who could put up a fight.
Even the final villain was one of his own; Eddie was just a middleman, earning the difference from both sides.
Just arriving on the East Coast, the city here is home to many outsiders. Many citizens from various regions choose to settle here. In a sense, it has become a stable integration zone.
A pleasant song rang out; it was Ada's singing, which Eddie used as his phone ringtone. "Hello, what's up?"
"Heh heh, it's me!" A man's voice laughed coldly.
Eddie put down his phone and looked. No, the satellite wasn't invaded. With January and her mother acting as hackers, their technology wouldn't allow any hacker to invade their network domain.
The city's entire electronic signal was covered; it seemed some powerful communication device was monopolizing the mobile network.
"Simmons, you're not dead yet, that truly surprises me. Are you planning to treat me to a meal and tea here?" Eddie looked at the billboard, which surprisingly had many strange characters on it, a bit like Lanxiang City?
"This is where you die, hehe. If you want to escape, come find me in the city. You bastard, you defiled Ada, I want you to die without a burial place!" Simmons roared furiously. After hanging up, a magnetic storm device appeared on a city skyscraper.
After the device exploded, faint blue gases diffused into the high altitude.
There were also microscopic Las Plagas parasite eggs within the gas! This was why the mutated zombies were still controlled.
Simmons still had some tricks up his sleeve; at least when it came to playing schemes, his intelligence was online.
"Turn on the air filter, there are insect eggs in here. Let's go hide in a room." Eddie finished speaking and eyed a well-decorated hotel. He went into an alley, flew up, and accurately found a large room.
This was a luxurious large room. As soon as they entered, they blocked the windows. Outside, the gas began to spread, diffusing downwards from above, ensuring it could infect most people.
"Simmons must be crazy, repeatedly carrying out biochemical terrorist attacks in the city. Doesn't he fear his son won't have a butt if he does this?" Eddie wondered, sitting on the sofa.