Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

Just like being smashed down by a demolition hammer, the dented and broken ground was covered with dark red and charred bloodstains radiating outwards from the point of explosion, mixed with several black, unidentified objects that were crackling and burning.

beep.

Picking up the walkie-talkie, he said with a sinister expression, "Tracker-02 has lost vital signs and is completely dead. STARS member Jill Valentine is still alive, and her escorts have arrived."

...

A corner in the eastern part of Raccoon City.

"What's the noise?"

"Were city gas stations set on fire?"

"It doesn't seem like it. There was shooting and continuous explosions just now. Was it UBCS?"

The explosion, particularly jarring and noticeable in the chaotic Raccoon City, caused the fully armed men and women who were moving against the tide into the city to stop in their tracks and look at each other in dismay.

They all wore highly personalized, non-standard, all-black combat uniforms, combat boots, and protective vests with varying levels of protection, along with gas masks and red and white umbrella-shaped armbands on their shoulders.

"Lupo, the wolf mom?" They all looked at the tall woman leading the group.

"..." Looking down, pressing her earpiece, Wolf Mom, who seemed to be communicating with her superiors, simply nodded silently. Then, she looked up, glanced at her teammates, and under the transparent gas mask covering her face, her expression seemed to involuntarily carry worry.

"Gentlemen, the mission has changed."

She spoke slowly in a slightly hoarse voice: "The USF forces of the USA California branch have intervened in Raccoon City. The higher-ups are vague, but one thing is certain: a state of hostility."

"It seems that our Delta team has gotten caught up in a serious conflict among the company's top executives during this mission."

...

Raccoon City Main Street.

"Chris, I'm on Raccoon City Main Street!"

The hustle and bustle of the street, the collapsed barbed wire fences, the police cars and ambulances involved in a chain collision were like a tangled mess of threads, making Jill's mood increasingly depressed as she struggled through the alley.

She fired several shots, smashing the head of the zombie that crawled out of the overturned vehicle. As agreed, she walked into the street and waved in the direction of the building at the coordinates Chris had given her.

call out!

Soon, she saw a signal flare fired from the top of a building in response.

hum…

A black dot flew rapidly toward Jill's location, and just as Jill relaxed, bang!

A dull gunshot rang out. Although it didn't hit her, Jill immediately cowered, and Carlos pulled her back to cover. "Ah—!" Accompanied by a painful scream, a figure and a gun fell from the building across the street, and it was clear that the person was dead.

The undershirt and combat vest, along with the umbrella insignia, clearly belonged to the guys who had come to silence Jill.

"Fuck! They're going to kill me?"

"Jill, use smoke grenades and go along the street. We've basically cleared out the zombies for you." Chris's urgent voice came through as the drone arrived; he must have been running.

"it is good."

Jill tightened her shoulder straps, exchanged a glance with Carlos, then Carlos used a smoke grenade, and the two ran towards the direction of the flare.

boom! !

boom! !

The muffled gunshots rang out continuously. For the first time, Jill felt so relaxed. All the way, since entering Raccoon Avenue, she felt that at least five sniper teams were watching her. Every zombie that crawled out of the alley was immediately blown off in the head.

"I see you!"

It wasn't the drone's speaker, but a shout coming from across the intersection.

Jill looked over in surprise and saw a group of armed men who were several blocks ahead of all the troops she had encountered in Raccoon City in terms of equipment and appearance. One of them was waving at her.

"Chris, the reconnaissance team reports that they saw those BOWs in trench coats appear to have been unsealed and are about to enter Raccoon Street."

"Captain Andrelov told us to take cover to avoid being accidentally injured by splash."

This is the conversation that Jill and Carlos overheard as they ran over.

BOW, you're here?

"Roar!"

Bang! A concrete wall in a side alley was breached, and the barbed wire was blown away. A huge, dark blue-green giant roared out—it was the T-103 Tyrant!

Just as Jill was about to warn him to be careful, boom!

A blazing arc of light appeared from afar, striking the tyrant squarely in the air. The surging flames from the explosion flickered amidst the bloodstains and torn flesh.

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Chapter 031 Division

A sharp howl accompanied by the friction of the airflow, followed by a thunderous roar!

The explosion, less than fifteen meters away, was so loud that it almost made Jill lose her hearing.

pat.

"Fuck!"

With a pained expression, Jill rolled away to avoid the flying gravel and scalding tiny metal objects.

Whoosh! The intense heat from the explosion, accompanied by a visible shockwave, sent clouds of dust billowing up, making people involuntarily squint.

"Jill, are you alright?" At this moment, Chris finally arrived, pulled Jill up, and used a tactical half-crouch position with his gun to protect her behind him.

Then, he exchanged a brief glance with the man next to him who had gotten up, whose hair looked messy, whose beard was thick, and who wore red and white Umbrella logo epaulets, and nodded his thanks.

"What do you call it?"

"Carlos Oliveira".

As the two were talking, the flashes from the explosion disappeared, revealing the T-103 Tyrant, which had been blown in two and was lying limp on the ground.

Its entire chest cavity burst open!

Beneath his dark blue skin lay writhing, red flesh and broken ribs and spine, but the tyrant did not die immediately. Instead, he continued to cough up blood and roar ferociously in Jill's direction.

Sizzle! The remaining muscle swelled and burst, spurting out blood.

"Again?"

Jill knew this was BOW's usual practice; it was 'phase two'. However, the next moment, without her even needing to remind her, bang! A gunshot rang out, bang bang!! Two more shots followed.

One shot to the head, a .50 caliber high-energy bullet pierced the face, the tyrant's skull exploded, and blood rained down in a fan shape. The remaining half of his lower jawbone did not escape either. The second shot shattered the tyrant's neck and above, and the third shot shattered the last joint of his spine and ribs.

Click.

The sound of the pull ring being pulled and the clip popping out was heard. Jill looked in the direction of the sound and saw a USF soldier who was with Chris throw a red-painted grenade. Whoosh!

The astonishing flashes and intense heat from the explosion ignited the tyrant's remaining flesh and blood.

It's a thermite grenade.

"Stop looking, Jill."

Chris patted Jill on the shoulder and then tapped her backpack. "The evidence you've collected will be collected by a USF representative later. You should retreat to our temporary base in the city and get yourself bandaged up."

"Phew... Holy crap, where did you get this awesome gear? It's got that futuristic vibe, are they all Umbrella?"

Although Chris still hadn't taken off his helmet, the familiar movements and voice gave Jill, who had just escaped death and witnessed the damned BOW's gruesome death, a rare sense of pleasure. Her tense nerves relaxed slightly, and she even cracked a joke.

Seeing Chris in his dark, full-coverage combat suit, Jill couldn't be more surprised than she was.

Damn, it has everything: a heavy bulletproof vest with insert plates, a fully enclosed helmet with a professional-grade breathing filter mask, and night vision goggles of a model never seen before. The fluorescent identification band on its arm is incredibly high-tech, and there's also that big gun in its hand.

It resembles some of Kalashnikov's designs, and also bears some resemblance to the USA military's M16 and M4 series rifles, but it is undoubtedly more robust, more angular, and possesses a next-generation mechanical aesthetic. Every line is smooth and elegant, showcasing unparalleled craftsmanship.

On his side and thigh, there was a compact but large-caliber short-barreled assault shotgun.

"Borrowed from Russell."

Chris is very straightforward.

As he spoke, he fired continuously, the muffled, loud sounds and muzzle flashes making Jill frown, but Chris and the USF soldiers around him had already formed a fire network forward.

"Ho! Roar!!"

Over there, in the alleyway that had been smashed open by tremendous force, the T-103 Tyrant's successor, covered in dust and grime from the delayed attacks by the self-destructing drones, strode out menacingly.

Carlos instinctively raised his M4A1 carbine and fired a few shots.

"Alright, UBCS kid, don't bother with your 5.56mm water pipes. Low-charge conventional rounds for urban rescue operations are useless against these BOW biological weapons; they won't die from being tickled."

A USF soldier gestured dismissively for Carlos to follow Jill and retreat.

Carlos: "..."

This is the truth.

The guns fired by these USF soldiers were incredibly loud. Judging from the barrel caliber, they were probably between 7.62 and 7.92, but the chamber pressure of the ammunition they used was ridiculously high. When they hit the dark blue skin of those monsters, flesh and blood flew everywhere. Each shot left a hole the size of a bowl, and bits of flesh and blood splattered all over the ground like a small fountain.

New weapons, new types of explosives...?

Damn it, this is unbearable! We're both under the same Umbrella roof, but the enemy even has the latest ammunition?!