Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

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"Chris, is that Vera Adelheid, the one you persuaded to join you in exposing Umbrella's crimes?"

Jill seemed quite surprised. "Hey, even though that woman looks intimidating, she's got military technology. Should we go to her? Anyway, the RPD (Raccoon City Police Department) is gone..." She nudged Chris with her elbow teasingly.

"No, we're not on the same wavelength as her. I... it's not that I dislike her, it's just that I always feel she puts too much pressure on me."

"The pressure is immense, um...it's quite immense," Claire chimed in at the opportune moment. "It feels more like the pressure from my school's rigid, old-fashioned principal..."

As their voices faded into the distance.

"Ugh..."

With a worried look on his face, Leon sat on the empty ammunition box. "This isn't what I imagined working to be like..." He looked up at Raccoon City under the rain. Yes, RPD was gone. Where was he going to find a job now?

"You're still young, you can apply to other police stations."

It was the Black sheriff Marvin. He handed Lyon a cup of hot coffee and sat down next to him. "After this crisis, I think the federal government won't just sit idly by. They will definitely set up relevant response agencies. People like us with experience in dealing with such situations might receive preferential treatment."

As he spoke, Marvin looked at Leon's youthful face, "Of course, if you don't want to live this kind of life anymore, you can choose to change jobs, like..." His gaze swept over the area around the evacuation point, where MSF soldiers, fully armed and carrying various unreleased high-tech equipment, were stationed.

......

Late at night in Washington, D.C.

Formerly Umbrella, now the military technology division building.

Vera, who had just finished a remote video conference, walked into her office while pondering the problem.

Why sleep? The office lights in the building must be on all night, and everyone must work through the night.

Raccoon City is still suffering from the disaster, and as one of the people involved, she must feel sad and anxious.

Leaning back in her executive chair, Vera stretched lazily. "Hmm?" Her gaze casually swept over the waxed solid wood tabletop, and Vera immediately became alert. She seemed too energetic, which didn't seem like the kind of energy one would expect from someone who had stayed up all night working or experiencing excessive sadness as a Raccoon City citizen.

Do the whole show.

"Hiss, I need to call a makeup artist to do a 'kidney deficiency' makeup look... Or maybe I should try learning it myself?"

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P.S.: I slept straight until noon. Sigh, there's still one more chapter today. I'll try to write 10,000 words a day tomorrow.

Chapter 039 Vera, let's establish a biohazard defense organization!

Vera looked up, gazing at the city's final moments.

January 9, 28:5 am.

Rumble, rumble——

Flames, thick smoke, explosions...

The carpet bombing, which lasted for several hours, ceased.

The zombie howls that once echoed through the city like a tidal wave have mostly disappeared. Raccoon City is now engulfed in raging fire. The scorching heat waves from the flames intertwine with the local circulation of the Arklay Mountains, creating a crimson tide that turns the sky and earth red.

Umbrella's chemical plant, sales offices, headquarters building in Raccoon City, general hospital, substation, sewage treatment plant, waste treatment plant... all suspected areas of the virus outbreak were bombed into ruins and burned to ashes.

And this is merely an appetizer.

Five minutes later, a loud boom!

A dazzling ball of light with a long tail streaked across the sky with a whooshing sound, instantly striking the burning center of the Raccoon City.

Like the intense light of a million suns shining simultaneously, the entire city was instantly engulfed by a gigantic fireball, everything reduced to dust. In response, the screen vibrated violently, a hissing white pixelation and intermittent dial tone appeared, then suddenly fell silent on the television screen as a mushroom cloud of red and black rose into the sky…

Vera turned her head away.

ended.

With the support of Pentagon generals, the suggestion of Simmons, and the addition of Vera, the plan was to first dilute the T-virus with artificial rain to reduce the activity of T-virus-infecting organisms, then do business with Air Force generals to help them clear out their stockpiles of old, burning bombs. This was the final step that would truly reassure the bigwigs in Washington.

"A gasified nuclear bomb, not bad," she murmured.

She looked at the information the Pentagon had given her; it was a newly developed gasified nuclear device bomb by the military, possessing power comparable to conventional nuclear weapons while minimizing radioactive contamination.

Wow, aside from the electromagnetic railgun, which is barely usable by a single soldier due to power supply difficulties, the military has quite a few other advanced technologies they're keeping hidden away...

Vera stood up, stepped out of the giant screen in the reception hall of the Military Science Building, and walked out of the building.

Raccoon City was destroyed, and Umbrella's crimes were exposed ahead of time due to her defection, and the evidence was more conclusive than in the original timeline. Sanctions and asset freezes against Umbrella were imposed worldwide, like a domino effect, and even African countries dared to confiscate Umbrella's assets.

Soon, with the collapse of Umbrella, the global biohazard crisis will intensify.

Vera always had this feeling that the raccoon incident and the sanctions against Umbrella were both part of the BOW proliferation order.

Once Umbrella falls, more and more strange forces, either claiming to inherit Umbrella's legacy or calling themselves Umbrella's successors, will spring up like mushrooms after rain.

Today BOW appears on this black market, tomorrow it falls into the hands of some terrorist or gangster, and the day after that, the technology related to some virus is in the hands of some anti-government organization or unstable government...

Vera could only say that Spencer did a great job building virus research institutes all over the world, whether on this island or in some remote corner... As long as someone is willing to search, they can always find something.

Umbrella's collapse and disintegration were inevitable.

As the saying goes, "When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down." The Global Pharmaceutical Federation has already used public relations to oust Umbrella and has begun contacting Vera, intending to have Vera's military technology take over Umbrella's position.

The Global Pharmaceutical Federation, an organization comprised of numerous pharmaceutical companies worldwide. Umbrella is a member of its board of directors. Former.

She doesn't intend to interfere too much.

William Birkin can attest that I, Vera Adelhead, have always disliked excessive research into biochemical and viral technologies!

She was preparing to sell something else.

Security and military contracting services.

This protection naturally includes defense and emergency suppression in response to biological and chemical crises.

It's important to know that the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.

wow-

As Vera stepped out of the Military Science Building, her appearance immediately caused a stir among the surrounding reporters, who swarmed around her.

Vera walked naturally to the podium, her back to the giant LED screen that had been installed in the Military Science Building not long ago. On it, broadcasts of Raccoon City's sterilization operations, such as 'inhibitor rain, carpet bombing, and nuclear explosion,' were still flashing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I must now sadly announce a piece of news to you. Based on the assessment reports from the MSF and UBCS who have been fighting on the front lines, and after deliberation by the President and Congress, the military conducted a sterilization operation on Raccoon City at 6:00 AM this morning to prevent the spread of the virus throughout the United States. However, this operation has also resulted in the disappearance of Raccoon City from the face of the earth."

"This is undoubtedly a tragedy. We have no time for excessive grief or sorrow; we need to firmly remember this painful lesson and never let such a tragedy repeat itself..."

With sincere words and deep emotion, Vera stared at her slightly haggard makeup, which she had learned to apply the night before, and declared with righteous indignation: "Although I am now the CEO of Military Technology, I will never forget that I was once a member of Umbrella. This is a mistake I will spend my whole life making amends for."

"I hereby announce the establishment of a Military Technology Research Center for Biological and Chemical Defense and Radioactive Contamination Prevention, located in Raccoon City. I will never allow Raccoon City to become a source of pain for Colorado..."

The dagger is revealed.

Hey, Arasaka is all too familiar with rebuilding cities after nuclear explosions.

Vera can proudly declare that no one understands radioactive contamination remediation better than her. After a year or two, as results are gradually revealed, although military science will play a major role and this reflects Vera's commitment to social responsibility, the Colorado state and federal governments must still allocate funds, given her position.

As long as there are results, with a little cover-up, Vera can easily report the expenses.

Pure profit.

...

An hour later, at the White House.

"Simmons, security consultant."

"Executive Officer Russell."

Vera and Simmons met in the National Security Advisor's office. After they took their seats, Simmons started the conversation, "Ms. Vera, I have to admire your ambition and sense of responsibility, and I wish your research a successful outcome."

Simmons' praise came from the bottom of his heart.

Although he was the first to propose nuking Raccoon City, he was essentially a pacifist, just a bit extreme and radical. He was also distressed to have such a city on his own soil destroyed by a nuclear bomb. This is completely different from the nuclear tests in Nevada.

In gaming terms, an hour ago, Vera's comment hit Simmons' sweet spot, and his favorability towards her increased again.

"It's just to make myself feel a little better."

Simmons smiled, and while discussing the aftermath of the Raccoon City incident, he poured Vera a glass of cider. "Vera," he said thoughtfully, "what do you think we should do to prevent the Raccoon City incident from happening again?"

Ding.

After a moment's hesitation, Vera took out her metal cigarette case and glanced at Simmons. He gave her a "go ahead" look. With a crisp click of the lighter, a flame rose, and Vera held the slim cigarette between her two slender fingers, lit it, and took a puff. "Understanding them is the only way to prevent them."

"Oh?"

Simmons looked interested and leaned forward. "I'd like to hear more."

"Establish a biohazard crisis strategic prevention department. The old method: recruit people from Umbrella's 'white' and 'blue' umbrella departments. In exchange for long-term service to the federal government, their criminal liability can be appropriately reduced. It can be used, but we must be careful. I believe the White House already has a contingency plan."

"I really can't hide it from you."

Simmons extended an invitation: "Vera, are you interested in participating in the establishment of a bio-terrorism defense organization?"

"Not interested in."

Tsk, they're testing the waters because they're interested in superviruses.

After taking a sip of cider, Vera refused bluntly, shaking her head with little interest. "For technical support and customized equipment, come to me, and I'll definitely help you. But... my research is at a critical juncture, working on a new generation of enhanced prosthetic bodies and limbs. I don't have time."

"..." Simmons chuckled, "That's true."

Ask Vera to build a bioterrorism defense organization? Let alone a civilian one, she probably wouldn't do it, not even an official one. She has her own career and her own hobbies; she's a true genius.

They are strategic allies.

“However…” Vera changed the subject, “Your words reminded me of someone you might be interested in.” She seemed completely unaware that Simmons had already developed an interest in the supervirus.

As an ally, Vera added matter-of-factly, "If you want to organize and establish a bioterrorism defense organization, you will undoubtedly need a sufficient number of top-notch researchers in terms of professional expertise."

Who is your choice?

"Annie Birkin".

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Washington, D.C., Military Science Building.

A small room.