I can control the stalker in Resident Evil

Chapter 198 Luis Serra

Salazar Family Castle, underground.

Inside the dungeon, a man with brown curly hair, wearing a brown embossed print jacket, jeans and leather shoes, leaned against the iron railings, resting his hand on his chin as if in deep thought.

The torchlight shone on the bricks, illuminating the bloodstains on the wall and his handsome Spanish face(?)

Outside the cell, several black-robed believers chanted incomprehensible nonsense, preparing to "execute" a new victim.

A flamenco tune started playing automatically in his mind, and the curly-haired man started dancing in the cell without caring where he was.

After reciting the "Salvation Sutra", one of the black-robed believers picked up the machete on the table and stabbed the man who was restrained by handcuffs in the abdomen.

"what--!!!"

The screams outside didn't seem to affect the curly-haired man in the cell at all.

Spinning, jumping... He opened his eyes and took small steps! This set of flamenco steps was extremely elegant.

But soon, after executing the victims, the black-robed cultists dragged in the bodies.

There were three black-robed believers, two of them dragging the corpse, and one leading the way; in the middle was an alternative believer wearing a white robe.

The white-robed cultist's entire head was covered with white cloth, and his neck and waist were tied with thick hemp ropes, making him look like a person being hanged.

The difference is that the white-robed cultist has a female figure, is holding a lantern in her hand, and seems to be wearing high heels?

They threw the body against the wall outside the curly-haired man's cell, and then began to open the curly-haired man's cell.

Seeing this, he also stopped and made a "please" gesture to the other body in the cell leaning against the railing:

"(Spanish) Looks like I'm next, man."

The corpse was still wearing a researcher's uniform and looked like it had been dead for a long time.

The exposed face was full of signs of torture and was infested with flies and insects.

Click-squeak-

After the cell door opened, a bald cultist in a black robe walked directly in and walked towards the curly-haired man aggressively; the latter made a set of fighting postures like a mediocre Kung Fu, ready for a life-and-death fight.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The white-robed cultist outside the cell swung the lantern in her hand hard and smashed it on the head of the black-robed cultist behind her.

Before the other believer who was responsible for opening the door could react, she grabbed his arm and slapped him on the jaw, causing him to fall into a baby-like sleep.

The last bald man in the cell heard the noise and reacted. He was about to rush out to help, but was hit in the face by the cell door she closed.

A spinning kick followed immediately, with the sharp heel of the high-heeled boot passing through the gap in the grille and hitting him accurately on the forehead.

Such a brutal method really shocked the curly-haired man, but after he reacted, the corners of his mouth immediately twisted.

"You haven't finished your dance yet, Luis Serra?"

The man in white robe took off his robe and casually covered the head of the victim's body in the cell with it.

Under the robe was Ada who had not appeared for a long time.

A crimson tight sweater perfectly sets off her surging and graceful figure.

The high-heeled boots that reached up to the middle of the thighs revealed a small section of high-quality black stockings at the base of the thighs. She wore a shoulder holster, a pair of black half-palm leather gloves, and some red eyeshadow.

Seeing Ada walk into the cell, Louis turned around and put his arms around her waist.

The two of them put their hands on their hips, a posture that made Ada speechless.

"So... did you bring cigarettes?"

"Or maybe a cigar?"

Louis smiled evilly, and his hard stubble almost poked Ada's head.

Ada didn't even bother to look at him. She took out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from her waist bag, took out one and put it in Louis' mouth.

"You like to smoke, right?"

When he saw that the other person was taking out a cigarette, Louis immediately knew that the person was Ada Wang, whom he had been in contact with for a long time, and not Annie Birkin, his former colleague whom he had only recently contacted.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as I can rescue myself, it doesn’t matter even if the person coming is a pursuer.

"You've come just in time, Ada. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be locked up here?"

The two separated, and Ada threw the pack of Marlboro cigarettes to Louis to catch.

"Oh~thanks, this is what I wanted."

"But as you can see, these damn bald asses... took all my money."

Ada, who was leaning over to check the body, stood at attention when she heard this: "What about 'Amber'?"

"Haha~ Don't worry, I hid before I was caught." Louis waved his hand.

Hearing that the most important thing was fine, Ada finally let go of her worries and waved her hand:

"Lead the way."

"——At your service~!"

Following Louis out of the cell, before taking a few steps, Ada asked again:

"Is that place close?"

"—not very close, but safe."

"Let's be frank. Without 'amber', there is no deal."

"——Don't worry! But what do you want that thing for?"

"Uh...I don't know...I guess."

Walk up the stone steps and through the stone archway. At the top of the steps there is an empty iron bucket.

Maybe it was because she suddenly felt playful or some cat-like behavior, but Ada kicked the bucket down.

Louis: “?”

Fortunately, the noise of the rolling iron barrel did not cause any consequences. The two of them passed through a broken brick passage that was only wide enough for one person to pass through and came to the side of the main hall of the castle.

Several black-robed cultists carrying torches and axes happened to pass by outside; the two hid behind the wall next to the iron railing and were not discovered by them.

"We are in trouble now. These guys are looking for us everywhere."

"Go around them from above, understand?" Ada said.

Louis didn't quite understand where this "above" was, but he also replied in a low voice: "No problem."

After all the believers entered the main hall, Ada took Louis and pushed open the iron door to enter the main hall.

In front of a support pillar of a certain castle, a rope is almost integrated with the support pillar.

Ada put the rope around Louis and buckled it, patted his shoulder, and with her not-so-clean little hands attached a tracker to his back.

"Go ahead, Louis."

Louis pulled the rope with some fear and looked at the lifting device on the castle window above.

"(Spanish) On top, right?"

Click-boom…

As the door of the castle's main hall was pushed open again, a strange man in a black robe who was at least two people tall walked out with several believers.

Under its robe, its exposed face and hands no longer looked human, but instead had limbs like those of arthropods. Its eyes, glowing orange and yellow, stared at Louis.

"Go get 'Amber', we'll meet up later."

As she spoke, Ada walked to the red carpet in the center of the main hall, ready to compete with this weirdo.

"No! I'm not the type to leave a lady behind and just… Woooooooooooooo!"

Before Louis could finish his words, the lifting device above started working and took him directly up.

The black-robed monster's right hand also began to change and separate, eventually turning into a double-dent made of flesh and bones as a weapon.

Ada looked up and saw that Louis had untied the rope and was leaning against the window with one hand:

"I'll wait for you at the church! Don't ask me to wait until your funeral!"