Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

"The bleeding has stopped, and cardiac stimulants have been injected: dopamine 70 mg, norepinephrine 110 mg, fibrinogen 1100 mg... Diagnosis: The patient urgently needs a blood transfusion..."

Soon, Chris was quickly lifted onto the high-tech, vertically oriented new helicopter by the military science team members. Although Jill was still a little uneasy, the reputation of the military science logo on his chest quickly calmed her down.

...

Meanwhile, in downtown San Francisco, North America, the former Umbrella California branch building, now the Military Technology Headquarters building.

CEO's Office.

"what?"

Vera, who was currently paying close attention to the situation of Chris's BSAA team and preparing to take advantage of the situation to completely destroy Umbrella and seize its last assets, paused for a moment, holding the microphone with a surprised expression.

"Yes, I understand. Do everything you can to save Mr. Redfield."

beep.

After hanging up, Vera put down the microphone, adjusted herself into a comfortable sitting position, and looked thoughtfully at the holographic projection of the Caucasus region on the table.

"Chris Silverhand? No, let's give him Blackhand instead."

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Chapter 072 Vera: Spencer! Vladimir! Where are my resources?!

Vera's wandering thoughts didn't last long. A 'beep beep' sounded, indicating a new file. She looked at the virtual control panel on her desk.

[Trial Trauma Team TT-133: Client Mr. Chris Redfield is receiving emergency treatment and is out of danger]

beep.

With a flick of the fingertips, the highly information-enhanced touchscreen of the desktop is transformed, and a military-grade topographic map of the Caucasus region is pushed aside.

Click, click. The holographic projector, image capture sensor, and frame set-top box, built into the recessed ceiling directly opposite the desk, slowly descended, outlining a new image in front of Vera.

A semi-enclosed space decorated in white, red, and green.

Chris, whose face was covered in blood, with a broken arm, a broken leg with fractures and cracks, internal bleeding, multiple contusions and abrasions all over his body, and severe burns on the right side of his body, lay unconscious on the operating table.

It was even worse than Vera had anticipated.

Basic life support equipment such as ventilators, blood transfusion packs, and electrocardiogram monitors have been put into use, and various tubes are being inserted into Chris's body one by one by the trauma soldiers from the military science department.

Especially when wounded soldiers cut off the charred combat uniforms from their bodies and used saline solution and medical towels to wipe their bodies and remove foreign objects, half-cooked, pinkish-white flesh was torn off, bloody and gruesome.

She could almost smell the roasted meat.

Sigh, I'm eating vegetarian tonight, fasting for half a day.

"Chris Blackhand and Blackleg... not bad, at least it wasn't a fatal blow."

With a slight relaxation of her furrowed brow, Vera, having witnessed firsthand the extent of Chris's injuries, rested her chin on her hand and tapped the armrest lightly, as a complete product packaging and promotion strategy took shape in her mind.

She can definitely save him, but how to save him, to what extent to save him, and what happens during the rescue process are all up to her.

The cyber era is coming, and cybernetic implants must evolve from the 0th and 1st generation of prostheses and artificial limbs to the new 1st and 2nd generation with functionality and enhancement.

The former, the 0th and 1st generation cyber implants, are the mainstream products currently sold by Vera's military technology company on the market. They allow patients to continue working normally after suffering severe physical trauma.

Even though the actual physical experience is slightly inferior to that of the original body, it is still widely praised.

The latter, the new generation, are products that Vera is preparing to launch on a large scale, such as spine and joint reinforcement for workers, plugs that can enhance load-bearing capacity, and assistive devices with miniaturized motion detectors and rangefinders.

But not enough.

While steadily advancing the upgrading and iteration of cyber implant technology in the Resident Evil world, military technology not only needs relatively inexpensive products that can be mass-produced, but also high-end customized cutting-edge products.

Those exorbitantly expensive items, priced in the hundreds that would make ordinary people tremble at first glance, yet captivating the wealthy, allowing the meat-eaters to indulge in self-admiration and showcase their status and individuality—high-end goods.

The second generation, the so-called 'laboratory grade', is what Vera is currently preparing for them.

Although they are already common in the cyberpunk world, it doesn't stop Vera from selling them here for astronomical prices, like the Luxury 4th generation.

Exceeding the limits of the human body, artificial muscles can easily achieve greater power and strength, and genuine skin technology with a certain strength... This is a true cybernetic prosthesis that can attract specific groups of people and even allow customers to actively choose to cut off their original flesh and blood to replace their limbs when they are still intact.

"And you will be the first person with a partial prosthetic body."

Vera looked at Chris, who was unconscious in the screen.

beep.

After ending her monitoring of Chris during the surgery, Vera immediately packaged the [Caucasus - Emergency Support Operation] file and selectively sent Chris's current condition, along with battlefield photos and live short videos taken by the MSF forces, to the company's marketing department.

They are professionals in marketing.

Soon, exaggerated headlines about Mr. Chris Redfield, a hero of the Raccoon City incident, a recipient of the Medal of Valor for Public Safety, and a counter-terrorism elite, who was on the front lines of the BSAA's fight against bioterrorism, including being seriously injured, critically ill, being rescued, and dying in the Caucasus operation, will fill the vision of the USA people.

After just the right amount of waiting and fermentation.

When public sentiment is stirred up, people will have some understanding of the matter...

That was the century-long marketing performance of the military science.

Chris, who has been given a new lease on life, will "come back to life" and reappear in the public eye. Undoubtedly, every detail of this half-cyborg will become a hot topic for countless news media to explore and dig deep into.

What Vera needs to do now is clean up the mess.

Fulfill the security contract for the terrorist attack, respond to the appeal for assistance from Chris and the BSAA, and suppress and eliminate the biological and chemical crisis in the Caucasus region.

It is common knowledge that Military Technology is a defense contractor and a security company that provides a full range of services, including but not limited to uniformed security guards, private bodyguards, home security, organized mercenaries, and customized contract services.

Chris paid a commission in his private capacity to order security services from the military, which is entirely in accordance with international law and relevant procedures and is perfectly normal.

After securing control of the authorities in the small countries of the Caucasus region, the military's armed forces could move almost unimpeded, provided they did not go too far.

Russia will increase border security in response to this matter, but it will not be a case of putting the cart before the horse.

It's worth noting that the BSAA, established in late 1998, is now a UN-certified global organization with branches in Eastern Europe, including Moscow and St. Petersburg. In terms of military technology, it's simpler: an international private enterprise with numerous weapons showrooms and digital product stores throughout Russia.

Opposing the BSAA North American headquarters' high-profile involvement in the Caucasus region does not equate to opposing the BSAA itself or its military technology business.

After all, the BSAA North American headquarters was established by the White House. Even if Russia was pro-American in 2001, it would never allow USA armed forces to run to its own border. The Caucasus region is close to their Eastern European heartland, which is not the same as the Bering Strait border between Eastern Siberia and Alaska.

The involvement of small teams and, at least, privately-owned military mercenaries disguised as private entities is the limit that Russia can accept.

And if nothing unexpected happens, the BSAA Eastern European branch agents, who are under the influence of the Russian Federation, should already be en route to the Caucasus region...

Click. Vera picked up the receiver from the integrated service encrypted phone and gave the instruction.

"Clear the remaining Umbrella base in the Caucasus before the BSAA Eastern Europe division arrives."

"Sergei's loyal hound should be at the Caucasus base. Talos tyrant... at least two, and it feels like more... This attached village, the base's size is also a bit off. Tsk, just how much of my money did they embezzle under the board's cover while I was setting up the 'Black Umbrella' department...?"

......

A village in the Caucasus Mountains with a large logistics warehouse.

Amidst a fierce burst of explosions and flames, propellers hummed as the armed helicopter, having come to a stop, continued its low-altitude strafing. The whistling sounds of rocket launchers spewing flames rose and fell, and machine guns roared loudly...

Boom!

Boom!

Accompanying the prototype trauma team, dressed in white and green uniforms and not yet separated, was the Terrorist Mobile Squad. As a purely violent armed force, the most elite armed force of the Military Science MSF, they jumped directly from the flying vehicle, which was still three stories high off the ground, in front of the surviving BSAA operators.

They crashed heavily to the ground, but were completely unharmed. Armed with massive, obviously heavy, matte-finish metal guns—grossly large for urban CQB combat—they swiftly swung the heads off the zombies at the landing point, and then, bang! bang! bang!

Large caliber. Burst fire. A muffled gunshot that sounded almost like it was being fired at a low speed.

Jill, who was about to join the operation, widened her eyes as she witnessed two hunters who had escaped the machine gun fire in the narrow alley being torn in two by a single shot the moment they pounced out. Each of them flew three or four meters away, their limbs and blood splattering everywhere.

"Holy crap, Jill, an exoskeleton...it's an exoskeleton?!"

Brad's voice came from the side.

"Military technology has already created exoskeletons that are ready for actual combat!!"

It was only then that Jill realized that, in addition to the dark-colored full-coverage combat uniforms, heavy bulletproof vests, and high-tech helmets she had seen in Raccoon City, this group of military MSFs also had a metal support structure on their bodies.

Composed of arm supports, leg supports, and back supports, the various pistons, miniature motors, and hydraulic systems are exposed, exuding a rugged yet uniquely heavy mechanical aesthetic.

Just as Jill and Brad were observing, a cry for help came from a building in the direction they were heading.

Snap! The terrorist soldier moved even faster, slamming the door open with his shoulder and entering. In the corner of the room, a BSAA agent was clutching his bleeding abdomen, coughing up blood and calling for help.

He braced himself against the back door, and a series of dry shouts came from behind it. A pale hand had already reached in through the crack in the door.

"Step aside."

The terrorist soldier spoke briefly, then fired his gun; the flash of the muzzle flash was glaringly bright in the dim room.

The immense kinetic energy of the heavy warhead blasted a large hole in the wooden door.

The zombie behind the door leaned back and collided with several of its companions behind it. Blood splattered everywhere. One zombie pierced through multiple others, creating a dense, cracking sound as pieces broke and shattered, scattering across the ground. The furthest piece even flew more than ten meters away.

"Give him the injection."

A terrorist soldier handed Jill several pneumatic syringes, saying, "T-virus serum."

Then he left, smashing the head of the zombie dog that had sprung out from the corner against the wall with a punch. The dog's head exploded like a smashed watermelon. He then joined up with the other members of the terrorist mobile team and continued to advance and sweep through the village.

"This power... the exoskeleton is really strong... when will the BSAA be able to equip it with..." Brad withdrew his gaze, saying with some envy and emotion.

"Stop daydreaming, let's find the other survivors first. We've suffered heavy losses this time."

Without much emotion about the equipment upgrades of the military science and technology forces, Jill injected the wounded comrade with serum and helped him walk outside. Seeing this, Brad immediately focused his attention and stood guard.

In less than half a minute, they walked out of the house.

The villages and towns were filled with thick smoke from the explosions, and the flames even turned the sky red.

Boom boom boom——!!

A cruise missile shot out from the pylon of a new high-speed helicopter painted with the military science logo, and went straight into that damned logistics warehouse. A second later, a huge explosion occurred.

Looking up, one could see thick smoke and flames billowing from the cracks in the warehouse walls.

The terrorist mobile unit members are like surging ghosts. Although they are dressed in thick clothes and fully armed, they are not slow at all, nimbly leaping and shuttling between the buildings in the village and town.

Like killing machines, they unleashed a torrent of bullets one moment, then delivered powerful blows that shattered skulls and bones the next, before disappearing into the warehouse set ablaze by incendiary bombs.

The horde of zombies and BOWs were either roaring or howling, but the sounds of gunfire, explosions, and the bloody splattering of limbs echoed continuously within them.