Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

"Who goes there?!" Carlos reacted and opened fire, but missed. The opponent nimbly darted away a few times and disappeared without a trace.

Now, Jill, who was confronting Delta's team, was even more confused.

what's the situation?

Just then, thud! thud!

More than ten figures landed steadily from the second floor, making a dull thud. "Ms. Valentine, step back." As he spoke, he stepped forward to separate Jill from Delta's team. Although their uniforms were not much different from Jill's, anyone with eyes could see that they had completely different temperaments.

“Lupo (Wolf Mom), you made the right choice,” he said.

"Has the main character finally arrived? It seems that in this internal conflict within the former company, Director Vera Adelhead has gained a complete advantage. The board of directors really dared to assign us the so-called mission of purging the survivors of Raccoon City."

The woman, known as the Wolf Mother, said self-deprecatingly.

"You know that's good. Come with us and rendezvous with Alpha Team. We'll leave Raccoon City. The Executive wants to see you."

"Are there still survivors in Alpha Team?"

"Yes, and not just Death Hank."

After confiscating their weapons, the real MSF soldiers signaled to the Delta team to follow them obediently, and watched them walk quickly toward Raccoon Avenue in the northwest.

The MSF commander, who was leading the group, instinctively scanned the surviving crowd. "Huh?" He stopped in his tracks.

His gaze lingered on the girl who was crying because her necklace had been taken away.

"What are you going to do?!"

Claire immediately stepped forward to stop him, but was thrown two or three meters away by an MSF soldier and landed on her backside.

“Shirley Birkin, daughter of William Birkin, chief researcher at Umbrella Corporation in Raccoon City, and Annie Birkin.” He stepped forward, looking at the girl before him, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"take away!"

"Hey, the gentlemen have something to say... hiss..."

"Mind your own business, newbie! We're much more sensible than you think."

With one hand, he pinned the inexperienced Leon down, rendering him immobile. Leon groaned in pain; the other man's hand—it really didn't feel like a vise, it felt like an iron clamp! It was so hard! It rubbed against his shoulder bones, causing a sharp, throbbing pain!

Releasing Leon and ignoring Shirley's cries, he picked her up. "Your mother, Annie, has been rescued, but due to your special status, Executive Vera Adelheid wants to see you."

"No, I don't want to... I don't want to see Vera Adelheid. She's a bad person, the one who made my dad ignore me, stop coming home, and stop loving me! I don't want to! It's all because of her..."

After injecting a small amount of sedative, with a slight anesthetic effect, and putting the girl to sleep, he pressed his earpiece, dialed a secret frequency, and spoke in a voice barely audible to others as he strode forward:

"BOSS, mission complete. G-creature 'William' has been eliminated, showing no signs of life. His remains have been destroyed by high-temperature treatment. The Raccoon City mission objectives have also been largely cleared. Special target Ada Wong has been released as you ordered. Over."

"very good."

Vera's cool voice came through the headset.

"Operation over. Withdraw from Raccoon City in an orderly manner. This city has no value anymore. This kind of image-building project to save lives is not worth your time. It would be a waste."

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P.S.: As long as I haven't asked for leave, I definitely will.

Sigh, it feels like I'm back to those all-nighters from the past. Those who've read this before know... cough, it's a bit late, sorry.

Chapter 038 Vera is a 'conscientious' capitalist

In just half a day, Vera's instructions were effectively implemented.

Inheriting and retaining the efficient and centralized command style of the CCCP and KGB before 1991, the MSF was extremely efficient. After receiving the largest group of survivors stranded at the Raccoon City Police Department, the MSF outpost on Raccoon Avenue in the west of the city began to retreat, and personnel gradually withdrew from the city.

After receiving the finished T-virus inhibitors transferred from MSF, the Umbrella Pharmaceuticals plant in Colorado, under Vera's control, immediately began working overtime, and the first batch of special rain-inducing rockets filled with the inhibitors had already arrived in the suburbs of Raccoon City.

Search and rescue helicopters painted with MILITECH and featuring a new logo with a black background, yellow stripes, and a V-shaped pattern nested within a square frame circled back and forth over the city, continuously broadcasting that the 'Raccoon City Emergency Sterilization Operation' had been passed by both houses of Congress and that the presidential order had been signed into force.

Many mainstream media outlets in the USA were invited to witness the horrific scene of devastation from a search and rescue helicopter squadron dispatched by the military technology team.

The live stream footage showed burning buildings, abandoned vehicles, mangled corpses, and hordes of wandering zombies...

This silenced a large number of people who were strongly protesting Congress's plan to drop nuclear bombs on their own soil, especially the people of Colorado, whose attitudes almost completely reversed, turning from protests to marches in support.

I thought it was an exaggeration, but it turned out to be true, and it can even continue to get worse!

It's better to destroy this thing with a nuclear bomb, so it doesn't escape and harm people.

Vera, of course, wouldn't miss such a good opportunity for publicity. From the helicopter's overhead view, a large number of MSF soldiers were escorting survivors out of Raccoon City. Some soldiers were carrying infants, while others were rescuing civilians from the jaws of zombies...

Although the UBCS members wore Umbrella's red and white umbrella-shaped armbands, their wounded appearances as they fought against biohazards in Raccoon City fueled online discussions that Umbrella wasn't entirely composed of bad guys.

Vera, in any case, would never admit that the IP addresses of those who quoted her and first made these remarks were in California.

The effect was immediate, and the criticism of Washington and the White House gradually disappeared.

Vera's former classmate, who is now the Speaker of the House, privately sent her a "thumbs up," and Simmons, as the originator of the "nuclear sterilization" idea, also expressed his gratitude.

Her subjective attempts to exonerate herself objectively reduced the pressure on Simmons considerably.

...

hum...bum...

In the early hours of September 27th, the sounds of vehicles starting up and special rain-inducing rockets launching had been echoing for over half an hour. At the military technology evacuation point on Arklay Scenic Avenue in the west of the city, Chris stood quietly in the rain, listening to the piercing wind.

The sobs of survivors, the shouts of CDC inspectors, the sirens of state police maintaining order, the roar of National Guard vehicles setting up cordons...

"elder brother."

Wearing a raincoat, Claire stepped forward, her pretty but tired face filled with worry.

"I'm fine, Claire."

Chris took off his helmet and turned to the side. Two days and one night of fighting had left his hair disheveled, his beard unkempt, his eyes slightly sunken, his face pale, his lips dry, and his expression somewhat dazed. He looked unusually haggard.

Claire emphasized, "You should get a good night's sleep!"

“Forget it, Claire, you can’t persuade him. He’ll just say, ‘We’ve endured this long enough, there’s no rush.’” Jill walked over at this moment. She had changed out of her MSF protective suit, was wearing a raincoat and holding a bottle of mineral water. She gently patted Claire’s shoulder and then threw the bottle of mineral water at Chris.

Chris forced a smile, took the bottle of mineral water, and just stared at Raccoon City.

Above, rescue helicopters circled overhead, their lights and indicator lights flashing. Below, the city buildings were plunged into complete darkness, as the city's power supply had been cut off for safety reasons.

“I want to take one last good look at it. The city where I’ve poured the first half of my life into my career…” she said.

Boom!

The catalyst of the rain-inducing rockets began to take effect, and the dark clouds that had been raining recently began to roll. After a deafening clap of thunder, lightning turned the pitch-black night sky a ghastly white.

The raindrops pattered against the vehicle's side curtains, growing louder and louder, splashing water onto the asphalt road with rapid, dense sounds as it washed over the surface.

Despite the cold rain lashing his face, Chris sniffed the air, unsure if it was just his imagination or because he was too exhausted, but he could almost smell the T-virus inhibitor.

An MSF squad commander informed him: "Chris Redfield, Executive Officer Russell wants to speak with you."

Chris turned around, nodded, and followed him into the evacuation point.

Claire and Jill exchanged a glance. "Brother, is it true? He risked his life to see her, and almost got beaten to death by Umbrella's guards..." The evacuation point had internet, electricity, and equipment. Claire already knew how famous her brother was now.

"perhaps."

Chris said bitterly. He didn't want to be famous at all.

Those reporters were so annoying, which is why he was still wearing his MSF gear—to avoid them.

"Long time no see, Mr. Redfield."

When Chris arrived at the MSF command room at the evacuation point, he saw Vera Adelheid's tall, majestic, and radiant figure on the huge central LCD screen, her face turned to him, her gaze fixed on him.

That's right, tall and imposing, that's the feeling that Vera Adelhead gave Chris.

She was always neatly dressed, upright and serious, spoke elegantly, and observed proper etiquette, without the slightest hint of coquettishness or allure.

"CEO Russell..."

"Just call me Vera. I think this friendship is enough for us to be friends."

Vera rested her elbows on the table, leaned forward, interlaced her fingers into fists, her eyes flickered, and a smile played on her lips as she said, "I will keep my promise. The doors to military technology will always be open for you, including properties in San Francisco, Washington, New York, and Los Angeles, equivalent to 25 years of your salary at STARS..."

"enough."

Chris interrupted Vera, "I've said it before, I don't need any compensation from you. All I want is for Umbrella to pay the price for its actions."

Vera wasn't annoyed. "This is you. And I am me, and I'm willing to give myself to you. Don't rush to refuse. This isn't pity, nor is it charity. It's equivalent to your salary after 25 years at STARS. Your sister is still in college, and I'll cover her student loans. Also, do you have any plans to pursue further education?"

Vera didn't say the last sentence to Chris, but to Claire who was walking in.

"Ah I?"

She pointed to herself in surprise.

"Yes, which school do you want to go to? I can help you write a letter of recommendation."

As she said this, Vera looked at Chris again. He was indeed struggling; he didn't care if he suffered, but he couldn't let his sister suffer with him.

Having lost both parents, the brother and sister grew up relying on each other and both went to college. Chris himself hadn't even finished paying off his student loans, putting him under a lot of financial pressure. Sending Claire to a better university was something he had always hoped for.

Without giving Chris time to think, Vera announced the next thing directly: "Before October 1st, I will send someone to pick you up and take you to Washington. The president will meet you at the White House and award you a medal. You deserve it."

"Claire, take your brother downstairs to rest."

Not knowing the full picture, and not having had time to process such a massive amount of information, Claire glanced at the MSF soldiers looking over at the same time in the room, and then at Vera on the screen, who had an elegant smile on her face and was clearly about to talk about something else, indicating that she was taking her brother to rest. Claire chose to help her brother to rest.

"Get some rest, Chris."

Vera watched the brother and sister's figures disappear through the doorway. "Now, let's talk about your contract standards, USS." She turned her cold gaze to the eight people standing in the corner of the room.

The six members of the USS Delta team have already torn off their Umbrella shoulder patches.

And two members of the Alpha team, dressed in pure black combat uniforms, wearing Kevlar bulletproof helmets and red-eyed fly-head gas masks.

Vera fixed her gaze on Alpha, which was at the front of the line.

"I've long admired your name, Mr. Hank."