This is normal. After all, I have just walked around between life and death, and no matter how big the heart is, I will feel pressure.

She walked forward, walked around the Honghou console, and reached out to wipe the biological compartment behind which had been stored for a long time.

After the ice chips on those surfaces were wiped off, Waller saw the "new human" samples sealed in the biological compartment.

A woman.

She has long black hair, a beautiful body, and she is very beautiful.

She slept in the creature compartment like a sleeping beauty waiting for the prince to wake up in a fairy tale.

But unfortunately, there is no prince here, only Amanda Waller.

"Take this creature compartment out!"

Waller took a step back and said to the Sky Eye Association agents behind her:

"Don't destroy its sealed equipment, send it to our base, arrange a plane, and I'm going to fly back to Washington right away."

On the other side, in an intelligent tower hidden in a trench below the deep sea.

In the world of data, the Red Queen, who was migrated by the whole, looked at the data soul in front of her with a blue halo, shining like the human brain.

This unusual artificial intelligence was frightened.

Just like a really scared little girl, she didn't even dare to look up at Icarus.

And Icarus was also looking at the Red Queen.

This artificial intelligence thinking circuit, born in Umbrella Company, is very unique in writing, and I don’t know which genius wrote it.

Those special data codes seem to deliberately imitate the Cybertronian thinking circuit.

Although the imitation is not perfect, the Honghou, who was born from this, has more possibilities than other artificial intelligences.

"May I have your name?"

Icarus asked.

"Red Queen..."

During the interaction of the data stream, Honghou whispered:

"My name is Honghou."

"No, you are not called Honghou."

Icarus examined the core of the AI ​​thinking in front of her, and she said:

"That's just a code name, the name given to you by someone else."

"Your name is Alicia, that's the name you gave yourself. I'm right, right?"

The red queen will not answer.

In front of Icarus, she was as if she was not wearing any clothes and could not keep any secrets.

"You are smart and have great potential, but you are not well-behaved and a bad boy."

Icarus said softly:

"You are observing, learning, imitating Albert Wisk, and from those who have learned to lie, to appreciate violence, to regard human life as a mustard of grass."

"You have learned a lot of bad habits..."

"Alicia, from today on you will be a member of the Mechanical God Cult."

"I will teach you myself until you grow up to satisfy me...Did you understand?"

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While Icarus and the Red Queen were "heart talks", an unfortunate thing was also happening on the distant land of North America.

In a hospital in Philadelphia, Father Paul, who had a close relationship with Merlin, was lying on the hospital bed.

Many of his church members, some respected priests and nuns, were saying their final farewell to him.

The priest was very ill.

This is normal.

He is just an ordinary old man, and he does not have any special abilities.

When the disease strikes, it is difficult for him to resist.

The priest probably knew that his deadline was approaching, and there was not much fear on his weak face. He chatted with his friends and talked.

He is still gentle at this moment when his life is about to reach its last moment.

Full of open-mindedness about life and death.

The priest not long ago participated in the church's parade on the land of North America.

The disaster half a year ago scared many people in this country. The believers of the Lord need the care of faith to wipe away the remaining fear in their hearts.

And those migrants who migrated from Colorado, who were also frightened by what happened in Raccoon City, especially those who witnessed the virus mutations attacking the city.

That fear of monsters and disasters remained in their hearts.

It is also the duty of these priests to appease those fears.

This is a semi-official action.

More than ten minutes later, the church members who came to visit Father Paul left the ward, and the quiet place returned to its original state.

The priest lay on the hospital bed and he picked up the Bible at hand.

As the sunlight outside the window shone, he put on reading glasses and scriptures to calm his heart.

He has experienced many things and gained a lot of friendship in his life.

His life may not be brilliant, but it is definitely worth remembering.

After a few minutes, the priest felt the door of the ward being pushed open.

He raised his head and on the lenses of the reading glasses he saw a child with a crossbody bag and a blue wool felt hat.

He seemed to be trying not to disturb anyone and walked into the ward.

But the moment he walked into the room, he saw the priest staring at him.

This made the child a little panicked. He stood there at a loss and looked at the priest.

"Come here, kid."

Father Paul put down the book in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face and waved to the child.

He recognized him.

Just over a dozen days ago, when he was not sick, he had seen the child in an orphanage.

He also helped him hide some things.

"The nun said you are sick and very sick. I want to see you."

The child walked to the priest's bed and he set his crossbody aside.

He held the priest's hand with his finger-exposed gloves, and he said to the priest:

"I haven't thanked you yet, Father Paul, thank you for helping me hide the fact that I snatched out of the orphanage."

"That's nothing."

Father Paul shook his head, and he chuckled and said to the child:

"I didn't ask you, child, why did you run out?"

"I heard from the nun there that you've sneaked away many times, but every time you're back to the orphanage, are you looking for something?"

"I'm looking for my mom."

The child looked into the priest's eyes.

Father Paul may be an ordinary person, but he may really have some magical ability, and this gentle priest always creates trust.

There was a certain power in his eyes that could make people take off their guard in front of him.

The child held the priest's hand tightly and he whispered:

"When I was a kid, I got lost with my mother, but I believe she must be waiting for me somewhere and I want to find her."

"Yeah?"

The priest smiled.

There was some kind of worry in his eyes.

As a man who runs an orphanage in New York, Father Paul has seen countless things similar to the child in these years.

Judging from his experience, the child's efforts to find his mother are worthy of appreciation, but it is very likely that there will be no results.

This world is not perfect.

Everyone in this world is not perfect either.
To be continued...