Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

The door opened, and the automatic sensor light turned on.

As soon as she entered the house, she threw her coat and briefcase onto the sofa, then grabbed the tablet from the coffee table, connected to the local area network, and lay down on the sofa to browse the online store.

Home security service online store.

Ms. Vera, who suffers from severe paranoia, decides to renovate her backyard helipad and upgrade the security equipment to increase her sense of security.

The standard 'Holy Sword' hovercar has just been put into service and there's nothing we can do about it, but Miss Vera has already contacted the hovercar manufacturer, Rayfield Company, and is prepared to pay for additional protection and firepower for the hovercar, including vehicle-mounted portable armed robots, armed drones, and the like!

Yes, let's upgrade the subscription for community housekeeping services as well.

I, Vera Adelheid Russell, only lacked status, not money.

Ms. Vera inherited the assets of her deceased parents, who were high-ranking executives, and was now a carefree person with no family to worry about.

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P.S.: One more chapter.

Chapter 011 Reseller...Reseller Mother?

"Commitment, integrity, and honesty are the three core tenets that underpin the founding of Umbrella Corporation."

"Just like our company's three main departments—red umbrella, blue umbrella, and white umbrella—their division of labor is clear, yet they are interconnected and indispensable. Together, they will support our company in better serving the public."

"Now, our company is officially informing the public of the resolution to establish the Black Umbrella Department: In accordance with the company's development strategy and the needs of the company's production and operation management this year, the company's board of directors has decided to establish the Black Umbrella Department after discussion and research."

"The director of the Black Umbrella division will be Dr. Vera Adelheid Russell, a brilliant scientist, who will be responsible for our company's research and development in materials science, intelligent control technology, and human bionics..."

drop.

Umbrella Building, San Francisco, West Coast.

A beautiful figure leaned against the large desk, picked up the remote control, and turned off the television.

She patted the remote control in her hand, gently tossed her long, light blonde hair, and swayed her slender fingers with a cheerful gesture, sighing, "...the remote control, suddenly it feels like such an old thing."

This can be considered a small impact brought about by the shared cross-disciplinary thinking.

I was expecting to turn the machine on and off or change channels with a snap of my eyes, but nothing happened at all.

dong dong.

"Please come in."

"Director, your black tea." As Vera entered, a professional waiter from Umbrella bowed slightly and gently placed the tray of delicate pastries, teapot, and bone china teacups on her desk.

"Thank you." After the waiter left, Vera picked up her teacup and took a small sip, the rich aroma of tea immediately filling her mouth.

Pretending to appreciate it.

If you ask who you're putting on this for, then...

Jingle Bell-

coming.

Vera pressed the button next to the integrated service phone on her desk.

Swish.

The curtains automatically closed, the LCD projector swiped, and the projection screen fell.

A moment later, a buzzing sound...

"Dr. Russell."

An aged yet steady and powerful voice rang out from the speaker, which appeared extremely old to Vera.

On the projection screen, accompanied by flickering mosaic patterns, the image of an elderly man, well past seventy, gradually became clear.

Caucasian, male, thin, with a completely white head of hair, the authentic old London Union Jack style hairline, and a shiny Mediterranean Sea.

Oswell E. Spencer.

One of the three founders of the Umbrella Corporation, and the mastermind behind a series of future biohazard crises; currently the Chairman and CEO of Umbrella. Vera's boss.

Good afternoon, Mr. Spencer.

Vera greeted him with an elegant bow while holding her teacup.

It's not like it's in Arasaka, with all those ridiculous hierarchies and rules. Meeting your boss is like meeting an imperial envoy in ancient times. Besides, Vera really doesn't dare to quit her job.

But Umbrella, Vera's behavior was quite normal in late 20th-century America.

She's making this clear today: if Spencer dares to pressure her with the issue of etiquette, Vera will dare to expose the oppression in the office and get all the unions to condemn Umbrella.

Besides, can't you see I'm having afternoon tea? I'm already flattering you, a Brit.

"Dr. Russell, the board has high hopes for you in bionic engineering and prosthetic projects. We hope you will not disappoint the board." Spencer was very amiable.

"Yes, I will." Vera naturally displayed an arrogant and self-assured demeanor.

After receiving the assurance, Spencer nodded.

It's normal for geniuses to be arrogant.

While it is surprising that Umbrellari, who under his leadership clearly focused more on virology and biological research, has produced a genius with remarkable talent in semiconductors, engineering physics, bionics, intelligent control technology, and even mechanics.

It was a pleasant surprise.

Even though Vera was not a product of the eugenics 'Wesker Project' that he championed, Spencer quickly accepted her.

Wasn't Vera's genius a perfect embodiment of his belief in eugenics? Just like his old friend's ancestor, Veronica Ashford, she was beautiful, intelligent, and rational.

As for the possibility of corporate espionage, Spencer never doubted that anyone would be so foolish as to let someone with such remarkable talent go undercover.

Isn’t this capitalizing on the enemy?

Thanks to Vera's research findings, Umbrella's stock price soared, and its business scope has been expanding ever since the discovery of Vera.

The only regret is that Vera had no interest in virology, and even held a disdainful attitude towards it.

Spencer, after several subtle inquiries, had already determined that Vera was interested in this.

"Flesh and blood are weak, while machinery soars..."

On the island of Britain, in the Spencer family castle, in front of the modernly added electronic equipment, Oswell E. Spencer gazed at the image of Vera calmly sipping her tea on the LCD screen, and couldn't help but recall the words she often said.

“This is indeed another way out. William Birkin has become complacent, and his abilities may ultimately not be as good as his teacher and Alexia. The key bottlenecks of the T and G projects have never been overcome.”

"Hopefully, Dr. Russell's appearance will help you rediscover your former sense of urgency." Spencer grabbed the prospectus for the prosthetic body that Vera had submitted to the board of directors. He didn't look at the others in detail, except for one point—extending lifespan.

"eternal life."

What a captivating vocabulary.

...

Vera had no interest in knowing Spencer's fantasies. Seeing that the old man was thinking about something again, she took out her newly prepared PowerPoint presentation.

"Weapons?" Spencer was even more surprised. She looked at the documents that had just been printed out by the printer next to her. If his eyesight wasn't failing, these were firearms.

"Why did you come up with the idea of ​​developing and manufacturing firearms?" Spencer asked.

“There’s a market for it. And, the company’s security...excuse my bluntness, but UBCS’s equipment is terrible.” Vera said casually, “I couldn’t stand it, so I took some time to study it.”

It was a brilliant tone, which suited Spencer's taste perfectly.

"Great, refine your design and submit it to me immediately."

He didn't ask any further questions. Given the precedent of Alexia Ashford graduating from a prestigious university as a top doctoral student at the age of ten, he was quite accepting of so-called geniuses.

Vera nodded.

call ended.

Swish.

The curtains were drawn back, and Vera returned to her desk. She opened a drawer containing weapon design blueprints: WWA bullpup assault weapon, WMA submachine gun Minami 10, WSA automatic pistol, Tamahyou, WCAA rapid-fire assault shotgun, WXA computer-aided aiming kit…

These were all weapons that Arasaka had long since phased out.

With Vera's authority in Arasaka, she could basically view freely the weapons, blueprints, and data developed and produced by Arasaka before the Fourth Corporate War in the last century.

For Arasaka in 2074, these devices were already outdated and rarely seen on the market, but for Umbrella's era, they were excellent, outstanding, and advanced enough.

"For the most basic drone factories, prosthetics, electronic devices, vehicles, and weaponry... for now, that's enough."

Being half a step ahead of the times is genius; being a full step ahead is madness.

Eat the food one bite at a time.

Even Vera couldn't save something that was too far ahead of its time. Umbrella couldn't save it either. But by releasing things little by little, improving and iterating existing products in the market—just consider the bionic prosthetics market alone, there are hundreds of millions of disabled people in need.

"uh-huh."

Vera's mood instantly brightened. She leaned back in her executive chair, twirling a pen in her left hand, and picked up the handset from the integrated service phone with her right, dialing a number. The arms deal still needed the help of her Washington partners to smooth things over.

The encrypted call connected quickly, and the screen displayed: Derek C. Simmons

Derek C. Simmons.

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Chapter 012 Get Off the Train Ticket

Toot——

The encrypted dedicated phone line was connected quickly.

"Hello." A deep and powerful male voice rang out.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Simmons. I am Vera Adelheid Russell of Umbrella. Excuse me for bothering you.” Vera held the receiver to her ear and spoke warmly in the formulaic tone typical of American politicians.