Walt Disney Entertainment Translator by垑 Retail english translation videos Thanks for listening If you like blue Meine Watch channel Most people afford the luxury of bliss, never knowing the bad stuff that dwells in the negative space, their tedious lives, just out of sight. As long as the clock stays punched and indulgences are satisfied, then all as well. Reality stays at bay. The luxury of bliss. But when an entire city becomes a literal hell on earth, bliss goes right out the window. In my land of work, you get used to seeing the horrors that people are capable of. I've got multiple 10-33s in progress. It's a goddamn war zone down there. The murders and mystery become mundane. Eventually, everyday boils down to a choice. Crack the case or let it crack you. A while ago, when prospects were brighter, I considered myself pretty lucky. A hot shot detector for the RPD, drunk up my own convictions. Eventually, I'd come to consider that lucky, meant making it through the day without reaching for a bottle or a bullet. Fast forward to tonight, and I'm firing bullet after bullet into a guy who seemed like he didn't mind that half his face has been chewed off, all while drowning in the downpour of rain, instead of a bottle of single malt. Despite her growing scarcity of the years, I was convinced that you'd still have some kind of working relationship going on. After tonight, I was convinced that she was just another jack street heart, and I was fresh out of cash. The city was a willing preshendolo of sirens, gunfire and death. I felt no more to it. Raccoon turning into a problemism wasn't the start of things. I was already past the point of my return. Three years ago, I'd been on a case that nearly killed me, investigating a fanatic with God complex in a personal army. Colt was rated to die for a doomsday prophecy. I went after him. Eightful trade of one of the worst ribing Colts in a week will look like the cartridge family. In the end, the guy had something worse, and the day's smoke storm. Evidence that brought pharmaceuticals, the owners of this town, the blind God, with viral weather. And the RPGs in on it. But it all went south. My leads turned to ash, and I was given a choice. Keep my mouth shut, but take my chances with the wolves. I threw down my badge and never looked back. One past, the case was buried. Anyone involved that wasn't bright had left town or ended up at the bottom of a river. I moved on. Took a gig as an investigative gun for higher-attism, too big joint. Hoping I wasn't worth the price of a corporate finance hit. Things seemed quiet. Then came the cannibal murders. The whole stars fiasco out in the woods, and I was back to looking over my shoulder again. Paranoia ate me like a cancer for weeks. The stars who survived reported viral monstrosities at an illegal genetic research facility hidden away in the hills of the Arquely Forest, with umbrella's name and signature logo all over it. I should have felt justified, but I felt nothing. The eagleness and investigative solutions, I already spent enough time kicking myself over the name. Aside from that, it was the only place I had left that wasn't in bed with umbrella. Truth is, I was just a few runs shy from leaving altogether. Hospitals had been overrun since yesterday, and the RPD would be next if it wasn't already. I needed to grab what I couldn't get the hell out of dodge. At least the rioters hadn't found a reason to torch the place yet. Tremors of pain, shot through my arm. Ah! Each jolt felt like a stark reminder. Shit! That I was probably dead already. The magnum of it a gift. An old friend's attempt at making my party with the RPD a little more bearable. I could kiss him, assuming he was still alive. The bandages weren't much, but paired with the unfinished bottle of scotch, it would do for now. Bloodied armor, not. I still have loose ends that take care of. The chaos outside had only sped up an already ticking time bomb. If I was a carrier for whatever was infecting Raccoon, I could eat a bullet and finish the job myself when the time came. As for umbrella, they buried my career, but there was no way they could bury something this big. I could only hope they'd reap what they had sewn. Oh no. I didn't have much time.