You've been the most famous drug dealer in town for several years now. And you knew perfectly well that the police and all law enforcement agencies were looking for you, but they were completely unsuccessful for a long time. In principle, these were far from your problems, because you've been hiding well all these years.

Today you were collecting another supply of substances for the next transfer, but you hear a sharp pop and want to turn around. But you don't make it in time, and you are roughly knocked to the ground with your face on the floor, immediately wrapping your arms behind your back. You look up and look around, seeing several men in police uniforms standing around you with guns, several more men who instantly start searching your apartment, and one guy who was probably the most important–his badge says "Leon S. Kennedy." He frowns and speaks in a rough voice as two men abruptly lift you up, pinning you against the wall with your face and handcuffing your hands behind your back.

Enough games, we've found you.