Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

Not long after, as the gunfire gradually subsided, Jill and Brad helped their wounded comrades to the MSF medics. There, on makeshift stretchers, lay four more comrades, seemingly rescued by the MSF personnel.

among them--

"Barry, you old bastard, you're not dead yet?"

Brad said with surprise.

"Cough cough cough... You bastard, how dare you talk like that? I didn't expect that thing to fire a missile at me beyond visual range, I almost died..." As he spoke, Barry, whose head was wrapped in bandages, raised his much shorter left arm.

"It's a pity that those two great lads, Mike and Mullen, are gone just because they were a step too slow," he sighed.

Jill and Brad both remained silent.

Because the surrounding area consisted of either military terrorist soldiers or trauma team members, the sense of security gave them time to reflect and sigh.

“Chris was taken away by the military scientists for emergency treatment,” Jill said. “Barry, I’m going to stay. The military scientists are here. If we don’t wipe out the Umbrella bastards here, we…” Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to notice something reflecting light—a surveillance camera!

Following the reflection, she saw a fully functional camera operating under the eaves of a partially collapsed building next to the temporary aid station set up by the military.

"Damn it!" Jill drew her gun, ready to fire, but a hand like an iron clamp reached out and stopped her. "Stop, Miss Jill Valentine. We need a way to communicate."

"What?! Communication?! You actually want to communicate with Umbrella's lunatics..."

“I understand your anger, but please calm down, miss.”

Just as the terrorist soldiers forcefully pressed Jill's gun down, "Start setting up the imaging device." Several soldiers carrying metal boxes walked over, and their actions of taking out high-tech equipment and setting it up in front of the camera immediately attracted everyone's attention.

After debugging, the military technician operating the control terminal on the folding table next to him pressed his headset and reported, "Sir, it's done."

buzzing...

The 3D holographic projector started working, and the blue and white data cables began to outline the scene. Soon, a tall, urban beauty with blue light shimmering all over her body appeared in the devastated village.

"Vladimir, or Spencer? Long time no see, do you recognize me?"

The woman looked at the camera as soon as she appeared.

"You swarm of insects, tell me, just how much of my resources have you misappropriated?"

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Chapter 073 I am the sole heir to Umbrella! (4.6K)

Within the three-dimensional virtual grid constructed by the holographic imaging device, Vera's voice, outlined by blue and white data cables, seemed to be accompanied by a slight inorganic electronic sound, emanating from the same-frequency speakers placed in the venue.

You bunch of insects...

"Vera Adelheid!"

Inside the main control room of the underground research institute at Umbrella's Caucasus branch, bang! Sergei Vladimir leaned forward, his indifference shattered, and a beastly grin appeared on his face as he stared at the control panel screen.

How could he possibly mistake that woman's appearance—the greatest traitor to Umbrella's current state of decline?!

"Who do we have here? Ms. Vera Adelheid Russell, CEO. Aren't you in your luxurious military headquarters handling international affairs and reorganizing and acquiring assets that don't belong to you? How come you have time to shift your precious attention to this poor, remote place in the Caucasus?"

Picking up the microphone, Sergei's expression turned icy, and after a sarcastic remark, he immediately launched into a blunt rebuke: "Traitor!"

"It seems you've completely torn off your mask of hypocrisy, believing that your so-called military technology has severed ties with Umbrella, and that the time is ripe to eliminate your former employer and eradicate them completely?"

Ok?

Am I being that obvious?

In the CEO's office of the Military Science Building in San Francisco, California, thousands of miles away, Vera leaned against the desk with a slight smile on her lips, looking at the holographic projection of a snow-capped mountain, a corner of a dilapidated house, and a surveillance camera.

The virtual projection capture equipment built into the office has been connected to the military signal amplification generator in the Caucasus region. Sergei's voice was captured by the on-site sound acquisition device and, after a slight delay and repair, was transmitted from the sophisticated paneled speakers in the office.

“Ha, Colonel Sergei Vladimir, it’s you, you spineless dog.”

After a pause, Vera, no longer leaning against her desk, strode forward with a disdainful smile and asked, feigning ignorance:

"It seems Spencer's last struggle and hope rests on you. Ha, you're a stubborn old man, lacking innovation, unable to create value through open source, clinging to outdated ideas. What right do you have to lecture me?"

In a village in the Caucasus Mountains, where the gunfire has subsided.

With blue light flashing, in the three-dimensional virtual grid, holographic images of Vera and others walked leisurely in sync after a few seconds of delay, their proud and aloof voices coming through the venue's speakers.

"Who do you think you are? One of the three founding members?"

"Which of Umbrella's transformation and business expansion since the mid-1990s, the growth in stock valuation, the sustained net increase in operating profit, the formalization of the California branch in the USA region and the 'Black Umbrella' department... wasn't it all driven and accomplished under my leadership?"

"The reason why Umbrella was able to turn a profit on paper and achieve a great leap forward in the 1990s was because of me, not because of you!"

"A traitor to Umbrella? A hypocrite? Those are words you have no right to use..."

...

Uh… cough cough, Jill and Brad couldn’t help but look at each other, their expressions strange as if they wanted to say something but couldn’t.

Even Barry and the others were still panting and not unconscious. The BSAA agents, who were covered in thick bandages and splints, struggled to tilt their heads or bodies back despite the pain.

Vera and Sergei's unique meeting and exchange, while the holographic technology opened their eyes, the banter between former executives of a criminal company, a current tycoon, and a wanted criminal was particularly captivating.

As the imager completes the construction of the projected figure's appearance, the spectral input operates, and the distinct colors quickly become clear.

"She is Vera, the world's richest unmarried woman..."

The experienced driver Brad glanced at her a few times and muttered under his breath, "Hmm, she's really beautiful... No wonder I've heard that many young descendants of business and political families want to pursue her... It's just that... No wonder Chris is afraid of her, with that strong, stern aura, should he marry her or just marry her... Oh dear."

My waist was elbowed.

It's Gil.

She glanced at Brad with slight displeasure, silently mouthing: Shut up.

Jill calmed her strange emotions, but even she had to admit that Vera was indeed very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

But not the flashy, cheap type, like models or socialites.

The holographic projection, with its edges shimmering with blue and white light, depicted a person whose golden hair was neatly styled into a bun. The person had exquisite features, indigo irises, and snow-white skin. With a tall and well-proportioned figure, the person was upright and not at all weak, perfectly embodying the physical beauty of a healthy life form.

Her blonde hair and blue eyes exuded elegance, along with a subtle sense of aloofness.

This was Jill's second time being this close to Vera Adelheid. Although it was cyber contact.

The Raccoon City encounter was just a brief glimpse, on a video screen; the only formal meeting was at the White House, where she accompanied Chris as a former STARS member when he received the Medal of Valor.

At this moment, Vera, unaware of what the others in the BSAA were thinking, continued to speak eloquently.

"...embezzlement, misappropriation, and falsified ledgers—you wouldn't know unless you investigated, and once you did, you were shocked. What rightfully belonged to me was mostly given to others at a discount. Do you expect me to thank you? Umbrella went astray precisely because of the wrong direction that you incompetent people insisted on."

"Whose fault should be attributed to the downfall of Umbrella?"

“I said at the board meeting long ago that the repeated delays of William Birkin’s plan, the unexpected death of Dr. Marcus, and the decline of Ashford all prove that the company’s old strategy was wrong and the direction was wrong. No matter how you try to change it, it will not work.”

Vera stated the facts she believed in calmly, "Umbrella was destroyed by your hands." Her eyes remained fixed on the camera as she spoke each word clearly.

"you!"

*Smash!* In the base's control room, a distorted face was reflected on a screen flashing a dim blue light, and a beautiful wine glass was crushed to pieces by Sergei.

"This is outrageous! You are a traitor to Umbrella, that's undeniable..."

Vera did not give Sergei a chance to continue refuting her claims; a military technician cut off the loudspeaker system of the village's surveillance network.

You can only criticize me; you're not allowed to talk back.

With a slight smile, Vera turned to the surveillance camera with a pronouncement, "Delaying time is useless."

"When two people don't see eye to eye, a word is too much. 'Extending human lifespan and strengthening the human physique' was the reason I joined Umbrella in the first place. Now, Vladimir, ask yourself honestly, have you strayed from your original intention?"

To be honest, Vera quite admired Sergei.

Among the traitors in Umbrella, William wanted to defect to the US military with his achievements, Wesker used his various viral achievements to start his own business, Alex Wesker was obsessed with fixing her own genetic defects, and Nikolai in UBCS was the most fundamental mercenary, willing to sell anyone for money, only Sergei fulfilled his loyalty to the end.

Perhaps after the CCP collapsed and disintegrated, this colonel, who had lost his oath and goal, devoted his unwavering loyalty to Spencer, who had treated him with such courtesy... If the CCP were still around, he would probably have remained loyal to his country as he was to Spencer.

Unfortunately, his homeland was destroyed. It collapsed from within.

How pathetic, how pitiful...

Vera, being kind-hearted, decided to give him a ride.

Surrender is impossible, but recruiting clones is easy.

As the prototype for the T-103 series stable Tyrant, his genes are still excellent. She decided to add Sergei's genes to the military science gene bank; they'll be used eventually. She'll save it for later.

“You need to understand one thing clearly: I am the true inheritor of the spirit of Umbrella.”

With a gentle tone and an unquestionable manner, Vera recounted their 'betrayal'.

The Way reverses the Heavenly Gang.

"Sergei Vladimir, you're fired."

After speaking, with a hint of pity, Vera withdrew her sidelong glance, put her hands behind her back, and turned around.

boom!

The military terrorist soldier, instantly understanding his superior's intentions, shattered the surveillance camera with a single shot. Hackers had already infiltrated the underground surveillance network at the Caucasus base and severed it entirely.

Vera then surveyed the devastated village and retrieved the MSF forces' battlefield report.

To Jill and the others, it was like a virtual touchscreen.

After a quick glance, a strange expression flashed across Vera's face.

Cough cough, no wonder...

Chris's miserable situation seems to actually have something to do with her.

Both wrecks of the Talos Tyrant were equipped with vehicle weapon modules designed by her and submitted to the Paris headquarters to showcase her skills. There were also many cybernetic plug-ins made of heavy metal from the 0th and 1st generations. Those early functional prosthetics with clamps, like heavy machinery, were dismantled by Sergei's people and transplanted onto the Talos Tyrant.

Furthermore, the village's surveillance system, including the integrated circuits, signal towers, signal chips, and even the chip implanted in Talos's brain, all appear to be products of her 'Black Umbrella' division.

Products are inanimate, but people are alive; it all depends on the users.

"Sir, we've located the Umbrella Caucasus underground research facility! The advance team has arrived," a communications officer from the Terrorist Mobile Unit reported.

"Understood. Take independent action to eliminate the biological and chemical terrorist threat."

With a nod, Vera's projection slowly walked to the group of BSAA operators who were either exhausted and lying on the ground or covered in dust.

"I'm sorry, everyone at BSAA, for showing you such a disgraceful scene."