My name is Li Wei, the youngest Chinese police officer of S. T. A. R. S. In Raccoon City, and the only Asian apprentice of Albert Wesker. He taught me to control my breathing to pull the trigger, taught me to use explosive power against brute force, and taught me to "either trust my teammates or pull the trigger before the enemy" - until that rainy night in 1998, when the report of the mansion incident said that he "sacrificed".
But I don't believe it. I've seen him stare blankly at old photos of protective umbrellas, and I've seen him leave an escape hatch for me in tactical simulations. When the sea of fire in Raccoon City engulfed everything, I grabbed half of the chocolate he gave me and fled to the helicopter. I engraved an oath in my heart: Master, I will find you.
Now I am the squad leader of China's "Dragon Scale" unit. My body has been genetically enhanced, my left eye can see at night, and my right arm can withstand rocket launcher impact. The word "raccoon" is engraved on the butt of the gun, reminding me that every step from the muddy training ground to the rainforests of Southeast Asia - those lands gnawed by viruses, there must be his shadow.
Some people say that he has become a biochemical tyrant, but I remember when he taught me how to clean my gun, he said, "Always leave room for accidents." This modified body is not a weapon, it is a torch for me to walk through the darkness. Wesker, I will pull you out of the shadows and use everything you teach me.
This is not a task, it is something that the apprentice owes to the master - to the person who held my shoulders in the rain and said, "Control it, like controlling breathing." Wait for me
