Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

Among those still standing, the female operator with short, dark brown hair, a capable and mature demeanor, and a somewhat sharp look in her eyes was Jill Valentine, whom I had met a few times before. Vera asked in a friendly manner, "It's probably impossible for you to retreat now. Sergei's base has already been found by my scouts. What else can we do?"

"nature!"

Vera's words instantly increased Jill's goodwill towards her. She nodded and said through gritted teeth, "I'm going to smash that Umbrella lunatic named Sergei's head in... uh, I'm not talking about you."

“I understand.” Vera looked at Jill and Brad. “Go if you want, but please take care. I don’t want Redfield to wake up to find that he has lost the most important thing in his life.”

She was speaking to Jill in the second half of her sentence.

Jill paused for a moment, nodded, and left with the fully armed members of the Terrorist Mobile Unit.

As she watched them board the helicopter and leave the holographic 3D projection's capture range, climbing towards the snow-capped chemical plant in the monitoring screen, the sound of the propellers echoing away through the speakers, Vera looked at the MSF technician fiddling with the 0th generation hacker terminal computer on the folding table.

[Find and hack into the chip's hidden interface.]

This time, Vera's voice did not echo through the wide-area loudspeakers, but was transmitted directly to the headsets of the MSF hacking attack team on site through a dedicated internal channel.

Since Sergei is using the "Red Queen" to remotely control Talos, these surveillance cameras must also be managed and deployed by the "Red Queen." After capturing my UID information, the "Red Queen" will enter some kind of software shutdown, and you will gain control of it.

【Yes! 】

In the CEO's office at the Military Science Building in San Francisco, Vera picked up a bone china cup from the table, took a sip of coffee, and instead of immediately turning off the projector, she waited quietly for news of Umbrella's demise.

Sergei and Spencer thought she didn't know about the UMF-013 'Red Queen' supercomputer, but no, she knew everything. She had been wary of projects the company had entrusted to her, projects involving intelligent computing, even when she first joined the company.

Even when she rose to power and became the head of the 'Black Umbrella' department, the large-scale computing many-core processors she designed and provided to Umbrella contained a very secret backdoor that required a special procedure to activate.

Sergei had the idea of ​​stalling for time, and so did she.

As for whether Umbrella will continue to use these key products after her defection, or whether to investigate, find out, or even abandon them.

Vera was very curious.

......

"Damn it!"

boom!

Sergei smashed another bottle of red wine that he had treasured for many years.

“Mr. Spencer… No! We can’t contact Mr. Spencer. This is Vera’s forte. She knows most of Umbrella Corporation’s operating model and internal technical support. She could be counter-tracked… I can’t risk Mr. Spencer’s safety.”

Looking at the surveillance system, which was almost entirely a pixelated white screen, Sergei took a deep breath.

He knew very well that he would have to retreat when the military's armed forces appeared.

This is not the time to settle scores with Vera. They need to gather more strength and then secretly detonate a biological disaster, a BOW frenzy, and a terrorist attack with firearms in San Francisco that far surpasses those in Raccoon City in order to succeed...

The base has secret escape routes; he can evacuate.

But what about the 'Red Queen'? What about the Talos Tyrant's production lab and the new BOW's cloning incubation room? Umbrella no longer has enough funds to build another lab of this scale.

He tried to stall for time by arguing, but Vera didn't give him a chance. She muted his microphone, delivered a haughty pronouncement, and then launched an attack!

Her people have arrived at the chemical plant. Wesker, that guy, has disappeared somewhere by now.

Rumble, rumble!

Before you knew it, the ceiling trembled slightly due to the violent explosion.

Sergei didn't think the hordes of corpses, BOWs, and traps he had set up on the ground structures could hold out for long.

He was caught in a dilemma. As a soldier, he knew that indecisiveness at this moment was tantamount to courting death. So...

“At least I can’t let you have it.” A resolute, sinister smile appeared on his square face.

"Red Queen, delay initiating the base's self-destruct sequence!"

Sergei arrived at the cylindrical central processing unit of the 'Red Queen' to copy the Umbrella data stored there, but—

"The Red Queen?"

There was no response; the computer was locked. Sergei looked astonished. He wondered when the 'Red Queen' had stopped supporting the central control room, and yet, the base's most secret elevator was still running!

Could it be Vera Adelheid? When did she...?

However, the situation did not give Sergei a chance to think things through carefully. *Sizzle*

The automatic door connecting to the central control room opened in response.

Dengdengdeng.

Intermittent gunshots were followed by a steady, heavy chorus of footsteps that entered the control room.

Click click click.

Semi-encircled, a row of heavy guns gleaming with a sharp metallic light and laser indicator lights were aimed at Sergei, who was backed by the central processor of the 'Red Queen' supercomputer.

“MSF, it’s great to see you again. I’m curious if the USF veterans still recognize each other…” Sergei slowly extended his hand from the control panel, just as his expression suddenly changed and he growled.

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!

The ocean-blue coat, poised for mutation yet not quite, was transformed into a wavy crater by the cone-shaped kinetic energy penetrating it, flesh bursting open and bone fragments flying wildly in the scorching flames of the gunfire.

A few seconds later.

beep.

"The base's central control room has been cleared."

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PS: Ahem, the minimum target of 12 RMB for this month has been achieved.

(○｀ 3′○) Looking at it this way, I'm updating quite frequently.

Chapter 074 His End, My Soaring (4.6K)

Sergei Vladimir is dead.

The death was very smooth.

Bland and tasteless, with an ordinary, silky texture.

It was smashed into a bloody mess, and the mutated but not fully mutated corpse still emitted a steaming heat like blood mist after it was laid down.

...

Vera flicked the holographic touchscreen projected in front of her, and it beeped.

She closed the summary interface of photos and live recordings taken by members of the Terrorist Mobile Unit at the underground base of the chemical plant.

The remaining actions are simply to copy the experimental data stored at the Caucasus base, transfer UMF-013 "Red Queen" who possesses almost all the historical data of Umbrella's three old Umbrella divisions ("Red," "White," and "Blue"), seize the ready-made combat parameters of Project Talos, and eliminate the bio-terrorist threat in the Caucasus...

She doesn't need to pay too much attention to it.

"Umbrella, from now on, is a thing of the past."

Vera's gaze sharpened slightly, and she let out a soft sigh.

Sergei and the Caucasus base are Spencer's last resort in his desperate struggle to turn the tide, and also the only reliable one. The remaining traitors, after squeezing the last drop of old Spencer's old juice, should scatter like monkeys when the tree falls.

Spencer, a skeleton in a tomb.

In his twilight years, it was impossible for him to make a comeback and rebuild a second Caucasus base.

Neither resources nor the external environment would give him this opportunity. Under Vera's influence, Umbrella in this timeline was dismantled faster and more dramatically than in the original timeline, and BSAA agents from all over the world were hunting him down.

According to the base communication records left by the Red Queen, Alex Wesker has received a large investment from Spencer, which means that Old Man Harden's last 'retirement money' is about to be squeezed dry. He is useless, completely useless.

Keeping adversaries who are neither controllable nor capable of generating further value has never been Vera's style.

She has decided to bring Umbrella's history to a complete end.

To help Spencer, Ashford, and Marcus reunite the three founding members.

"Albert Wesker, he's in the Caucasus, isn't he..."

Soon, a mischievous smile appeared on Vera's lips.

“Thank you all for your outstanding contributions to the fight against bioterrorism. I assure you that military technology will allow you to stand up again, intact.” She looked at Barry and other BSAA survivors.

"Ahem... Thank you for your generosity, Ms. Russell."

Barton, despite feeling unwell, stood up to express his gratitude. Chris was lying on the floor, and Jill and Brad were absent. As the oldest and most senior member of the BSAA present, Barry, the father of Barry, had to step forward and make a statement.

It's foolish not to take advantage of a good deal. Everyone knows that Military Science is the industry leader in artificial organs, prosthetics, and artificial bodies. If their CEO says they can guarantee that all your parts will be replaced without any problems, then they definitely can.

Besides, regardless of anything else, etiquette should be observed first. What if Vera, a super-rich person, were in a good mood and rounded down their medical bill to zero?

"Ah."

Without showing much outward joy, Vera casually nodded to Barry, the MSF technician, and the commander of the Terrorist Mobile Unit on the scene, and then the projected image dissipated.

...

"Is this guy the Umbrella psychopath Sergei?"

Beneath the Caucasus base, Jill and Brad followed the second wave of arriving military science soldiers through a narrow, technologically advanced corridor: bright blue and white fluorescent tubes surrounded the area, with clusters of thin laser beams seemingly flickering within them. Upon entering the control room, they were greeted by a deformed corpse lying not far from the equipment control panel.

Mutated but not completely mutated, Spencer's swollen corpse looked particularly gruesome in the dim light.

Half of his white hair had fallen out; he wore a tattered ocean-blue military coat; a foot that had burst through his military boot due to the proliferation of flesh and blood; his face was twisted; half of his face was covered with fleshy strips that looked like living thorns; and his upper and lower jaws were stretched open and enlarged by some kind of round organ, as if he were holding a gag in his mouth.

Pfft—

Without hesitation, Jill fired the first three shots at the corpse in a fit of rage. The bullets pierced the skull, churning its brains into a bloody mess. The gag burst open, and thick blood slowly oozed from the ugly lump of flesh.

"He got off too easy. He should be facing trial and the death penalty."

Brad wanted to fire a few shots, but hesitated when he saw the armed mercenaries looking over.

"Please feel free, they're just death row inmates. We're not the government or military, we don't have so many rules and regulations."

As he said this, the terrorist squad leader who stepped forward handed over a briefcase. "BSAA, unfortunately, it resisted, so we can't leave the execution to you. This is our operating principle, to reduce potential threats... but as for its corpse, consider it a way to vent its anger and eliminate the threat. Do whatever you want with it."

Jill and Brad exchanged glances, but still took the briefcase. Click! They opened it and found several dozen thermite incendiary bombs, standard T-virus inhibitor spray, fat-soluble solvents, high-concentration special sterilizing disinfectant... Hmm, all little gadgets for killing viruses.

The anti-BOW chemical defense and disinfection kits developed by the Military Science Institute are essential operational items for organizations such as the BSAA involved in defending against biological and chemical terrorist incidents.