Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

Finally, they escaped the silo area, Chris shouted repeatedly.

creak...

Just then, he heard the sound of footsteps compacting the snow coming from one side of the street, and he instinctively raised his gun.

“It’s me.” It’s Jill.

After safely leading the surviving little girl out, Jill noticed the commotion in the village and returned with two military-made man-portable assault missile launchers strapped to her body. "What are those things?" she asked, unfastening the clasp and tossing one to Chris.

"I don't know, who knows what those Umbrella bastards are up to, but I saw the USA Black Umbrella logo on the weapons loaded on this BOW..."

“USA? Black Umbrella?” Jill was taken aback. “Isn’t that military technology? Could it be that that woman is still in contact with Umbrella?!”

"impossible."

Shaking his head, Chris directly rejected Jill's guess after adjusting the missile launcher to the firing position.

“Vera Adelheid has no reason to get involved with the incorrigible remnants of Umbrella again. This should be an unreleased experimental product of military technology from the ‘Black Umbrella’ division before its collapse, which has been misused.”

"So what do we do? That big iron lump doesn't look like something to mess with."

"there is always a solution to a problem."

Having adjusted his mindset and now with his big gun in hand, Chris glanced intently at Jill before heading towards the rumbling, moving cloud of dust.

"Brad, listen to me..."

...

Bang!

Meanwhile, other BSAA teams that had entered the village to search for survivors began to retreat after receiving Chris's message. They fired and adjusted their formation, bullets raining down on the special Tyrant Ironhead, a metal-clad creature that had crashed into the collapsed house.

The bullets struck its external armor and were deflected, only chipping off a piece of metal.

With clanging and crackling sounds, it should be said that the new full-power rounds from the military science department were powerful enough. In no time, under the concentrated fire, Talos's iron-faced face was covered with cracks.

If a regular BOW doesn't run away or hide at this point, what awaits it is a complete set of disinfection procedures compiled by BSAA, including headshots, limb dismemberment, body fragmentation, incineration, and inhibitor spraying.

"Roar!" The rapid-fire machine gun stopped spinning in response. Talos used its distorted, gigantic left arm to protect its relatively vulnerable face. Its body leaned forward slightly, and the next moment, the crudely loaded rocket launcher on the box-shaped ammunition belt backpack suddenly burst into flames. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, a rocket shot out!

With a series of loud 'booms', the rockets landed precisely in the gaps between the retreating BSAA teams, exploding into fireballs and dark brown smoke, while blood-stained snowflakes tumbled down.

"Ah ah ah ah ah..."

A wounded soldier with a broken leg screamed in agony and raised his M4A1 carbine to fire wildly, but, clatter, clang!

After the rockets were fired, the launch pods were dropped by the mounting modules. Talos, whose movements seemed to have become much lighter, let out a roar. On his left shoulder armor, the 20mm single-barreled machine gun began to pick off the surviving BSAA members.

...

"Hahaha... The fusion of flesh and steel, coupled with the calculation and manipulation of the 'Red Queen,' this is the ultimate form that biological weapons should have. Mr. Spencer, Talos is the final way out for BOW."

"Vera Adelheid and William Birkin were both on the right track; it's just that Mr. Spencer and we were all stuck in a rut."

"But it doesn't matter... The right path has been found. That traitor Vera Adelheid, her military technology and research results will be used by us sooner or later."

Inside the monitoring room of the underground research institute of Umbrella's Caucasus branch, Sergei Vladimir's mouth curled into a sinister grin, as if cracked open.

Watching the monitor screen as the Talos Tyrant trampled the wounded BSAA soldiers on the ground into mincemeat one by one, and then, with the help of the 'Red Queen's' calculations, accurately shot the BSAA operator across the street who was peeking out with a gun, turning him into a bloody mess, and dodging an RPG shot, he closed his eyes as if enjoying the scene.

"To our friends from afar, it seems that a single Talos is enough to destroy you."

With a pleasant swirl of red wine in his glass, Sergei took a sip and glanced at the surveillance camera on the other side.

The Caucasus branch's concealed section on the ground—a snow-covered area outside the chemical plant.

A blond man with slicked-back hair, dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, was wreaking havoc on the snow. The snow was littered with the corpses of zombie dogs, hunters, crawlers, and other BOW products. He was currently facing an attack from more than three Talos tyrants all by himself.

Although the man in sunglasses was in poor condition and looked disheveled, it was clear that it wouldn't be easy for the Tyrant Talos to take him down quickly.

His speed, endurance, and coordination far exceed those of ordinary people, and his body's self-healing ability is even more extraordinary.

With just her personal weapon, she destroyed a Talos Tyrant, even though that Talos had only been upgraded by less than 20% because Vera had used up her original prototype experimental weapon and cyber implant.

“Albert Wesker, it seems that the ‘Wesker Project’ and the injections William Birkin gave you, along with the two successful fusions with the experimental mutant strains of the progenitor virus, have greatly benefited you.”

"Mr. Spencer needs the data on the mutant strain on you..." Sergei issued a new order with a chilling gaze, "Capture him alive."

Just as Sergei shifted his focus from eliminating the BSAA to capturing Wesker, beep beep beep—

The indicator lights on the console are flashing as an alarm.

The damage to the Talos tyrant had reached a critical point.

According to surveillance footage from the village where the chemical plant's affiliated logistics warehouse is located, Sergei had barely shifted his gaze when the Talos Tyrant, who had emptied his rockets and most of his ammunition storage, was directly hit by a high-explosive man-portable missile.

It's a close-range burst of fire!

Using a surveillance camera hidden on top of the silo, Sergei deciphered the BSAA's tactical plans.

They drove Humvees equipped with heavy machine guns into the villages and towns. By continuously suppressing the enemy with fire and drawing Talos's attention, they sent several scouts armed with RPGs or man-portable missiles into nearby houses. Then, they concentrated their fire at the same time. Even with the assistance of the 'Red Queen' supercomputer and the semiconductor receiver chip designed by Vera, it would be impossible to react at such close range.

"I underestimated you..."

"So, how will you deal with the second one?" Sergei smiled expectantly and lifted a new set of red-cased switch covers on the control panel.

beep.

......

A Humvee equipped with a Type 1 heavy machine gun turret slammed through the zombies blocking its path. The machine gun on the roof spun and spat fire, its discarding sabot armor-piercing rounds specifically targeting the Talos Tyrant's slender and weak knee joints.

The effect was remarkable. The power of the .50 armor-piercing round was far superior to that of rifle rounds. With the roar of the machine gun, the Talos Tyrant, whose attention was drawn to the cars that were being rammed by the manipulators, seemed to be calculating the overload. In a moment of hesitation and lack of cover, its knee armor was pierced by the discarding sabot armor-piercing round, and its mutated leg bones shattered.

In response, the Talos slammed his fist into the ground, and even the guided missile he had launched lost its target and crashed into a building, exploding in sparks.

Chris, of course, couldn't let such a good opportunity slip by.

"Fire!!"

Whoosh whoosh!

Boom!

Da da da da da—

'Boom—', 'Boom—' The sounds of RPGs, grenades, and missiles exploding were incessant. One of the walls that had collapsed under the pressure of the Talos Tyrant was unable to withstand the impact and collapsed, and the Talos Tyrant was swallowed by the rubble.

"..."

silence.

Those present were all veteran BSAA operators, and they knew very well the nature of BOW, Phase Two.

Click. Chris took out a new thermite rocket launcher, ready to fire, and aimed at the protruding pile of rocks. "Roar—!" Just as bricks flew out like shrapnel, and the writhing, thick tentacles mercilessly broke through the dark blue skin, the BOW, stripped of its outer armor and weapons, broke free of its restraints.

Chris pulled the trigger.

tumultuous!

With precise accuracy, the flesh and blood of the dark blue monsters burst open like bubbles or exploded like ripe fruit. A mist of blood filled the air.

Chris finally breathed a sigh of relief after firing dozens more shots and throwing several thermite grenades to completely ignite the mangled flesh on the ground. He looked at Jill, who was covered in soot beside him, and began to speak, but his eyes widened in shock.

Because he saw that from the gap in the building that the Talos Tyrant had smashed open, another brand new Talos Tyrant 'boomed' out, its body leaning forward, and the rocket launcher on its back and the 20mm machine gun mounted on its left shoulder armor roared!

"Watch out!" Chris shoved Jill away with force.

Pfft!

Flesh and blood splattered.

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Chapter 071 Support Team ×, Military Technology Terrorist Mobile Unit and Trauma Team?!

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Jill was shoved hard and crashed onto the snow-covered ground. She lay on her back, her eyes wide, her pupils suddenly contracting as she looked at her comrade-in-arms, with whom she had shared many years of hardships, with disbelief.

The next instant, machine guns roared, and rocket launchers unleashed bursts of heat—

The vehicle that was being used as cover shattered, and the explosives encased in the 70mm rocket burst into a brilliant flash. Chris's muscular body, which was standing close to the vehicle, was thrown into the air by the heat of the explosion.

Something was dismembered and torn apart, oozing blood.

The severed arm, still holding the Military Science Crusher shotgun, spun helplessly a few times amidst the sparks from the explosion in mid-air before crashing to the ground.

"Chris!"

Jill screamed, rolled over, her lips pressed tightly together as she gripped the weapon in her hand, her fingers trembling with rage.

"Damn it! Don't die, Chris, please don't die..." She tried her best to control her emotions, firing wildly as she retreated to the edge of the room to find cover, while pulling away her BSAA teammate who had been knocked down by shrapnel.

Jill kept her eyes fixed on the spot covered in smoke.

She was naturally furious and heartbroken, and desperately wanted to save Chris right now, but at the same time she knew very well that without cover, rushing in to save Chris at this moment would be suicide.

We must first divert the attention of that damned BOW named Talos!

"Brad, fire!"

"Get back in, be careful!" She didn't lose her temper and disregard the lives of her comrades, ordering them to charge recklessly. Instead, she made a relatively reasonable judgment, pressed her earpiece, and shouted, "Barry?! If the old bastard is still alive, say something! Everyone else, spread out and cover me!"

Bullets clanged as they struck the Talos Tyrant's frontal armor. Braving the hail of bullets, it dropped its rocket launcher, which had been emptied in one go, and the 20mm cannon and missile launcher on its left shoulder began to spew flames again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Shrapnel shattered the windshield of a modified Hummer, passed through the BSAA operator in the driver's seat, and struck the back seat. The ammunition box exploded, followed by blood and a scorching heat wave that permeated every corner.

Thump—

In a Hummer modified with a Type 1 heavy machine gun turret, Brad jerked the steering wheel, maneuvering the vehicle into a narrow alley to dodge incoming tracking missiles. Boom!

Bricks, broken tiles, clotheslines, and other miscellaneous objects fell with a whooshing sound, hitting the car's hood and roof.

Brad slammed on the gas pedal, lurched forward, then drifted to a village alleyway. He looked at Talos, who was carrying a box of ammunition about a hundred meters away, and immediately aimed at its lower knees and pressed the button.

Da da da da da da——

The intermittent blasts of light seemed to glow, lashing Talos's lower body like freshly forged steel bars. "Roar!" Pierced through his armor and hit by several bullets, Talos staggered and growled in the direction of Brad, raising his deformed left arm to try to protect his slender and weak lower limbs.