Infinity, progressing from Arasaka

"Thank you."

Before she could finish speaking, *ding*, Jill pulled the pin on the incendiary bomb and threw it onto Sergei's corpse. Whoosh! The chemical flames rose and expanded, quickly covering and igniting the massive lump of flesh.

Jill handed one to Brad.

“This is for our fallen and wounded BSAA colleagues. Go to hell, you Umbrella bastards!” he said, throwing another one, burning even more fiercely.

Upon seeing this, the military personnel who were conducting a thorough cleanup of the site turned their attention away.

"Collect the team."

...

"Military technology."

The mountain ranges stretched endlessly, like a silver dragon winding along the horizon, while snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, filling the air with a hazy white hue.

In a remote, flat area on a mountain ridge, a man dressed in thin clothes and tattered clothes hid from a reconnaissance drone, quietly concealed in the snow and wind of the Caucasus Mountains.

"...Did you just die like that? Vladimir...it seems you didn't become the victor you spoke of."

After a long while, the man tore off his tattered clothes, revealing large scabs and even visible granulation tissue still wriggling and healing wounds in the sub-zero wind and snow. A cold, mocking voice, seemingly mixed with some inexplicable emotion, softly rang out from his lips.

The direction he was looking in was clearly a large chemical plant engulfed in explosions and flames.

A military air formation hovered in the air, while gunfire erupted throughout the factory area as it was cleared. Several multi-purpose transport helicopters had already landed, and personnel were constantly moving metal boxes of various sizes.

"Vera Adelheid..."

Albert Wesker murmured someone's name.

He knew very well that his chances of reaping Umbrella's rewards were slim; someone had beaten him to it, was better prepared, and had a larger force. 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.' Unfortunately, he wasn't qualified to be the oriole.

Even as a newly evolved 'new human,' he is powerless against a large defense contractor like Military Technology when fighting alone.

For Wesker, Vera was not someone he had a deep-seated grudge against.

On the contrary, he harbored a deep-seated fear and jealousy towards Vera.

especially--

When he fought the tyrant Talos, Sergei constantly mocked him, speaking in a tone that suggested everything was planned and that victory was assured.

As soon as the military-technical mercenaries arrived, Sergei's momentum was immediately shattered, and he had to abandon Wesker to deal with them.

They were so arrogant towards him, yet so wary of Vera, even resorting to a direct retreat...

This sense of disparity gave Wesker a profound understanding of the pressure his old friend William Birkin faced when he confronted Alexia and Vera.

He suddenly understood how William felt.

But, “William, I will not become you… Take your share and watch, one day I will surpass them all.”

Wesker removed his sunglasses, half of which had been smashed, revealing a pair of dim, yellowish eyes that gleamed with a reddish light that looked particularly terrifying in the wind and snow.

That was proof that he had abandoned his human form.

Will you become famous or remain an unknown nobody?

In his life, there was no such option as being an unknown nobody.

"Tricell (Travis/Triple)".

Analyzing Vera's past, her behavior, and her rise to prominence deeply inspired Wesker, who decided to learn from her.

Just as Wesker turned his attention back to the Caucasus, preparing to leave and silently making up his mind to cultivate power, the bell rang.

“This is Wesker.” He took the ringing satellite phone from his back tactical pocket.

"Good news, we've found Alex Wesker." A deep voice came from the other end of the phone. "She seems to have been urgently recalled by some important figure. It's very urgent. Our informant discovered her by chance. We're tracking her. It seems you've made progress in the Caucasus region..."

"I understand." Dudu.

Wesker put down his satellite phone.

The fact that Alex, also a product of Project Wesker, could obey orders at this time suggests that the losses at the Caucasus base have really gotten that old codger into a panic.

An unexpected surprise.

After removing his sunglasses, a cruel smile appeared on his gloomy, scabbed face.

"Spencer."

...

Three months later.

North America, San Francisco Military Technology Medical Service Center.

BSAA-affiliated intensive care unit.

Single room.

"Hey Chris, I've come to see you."

Brad walked into the high-tech ward carrying a fruit basket in one hand and a bouquet of white carnations in the other, and smiled at the man lying on the hospital bed.

"Brad?"

Consciousness awoke from his morning nap, his senses returned, and lying in the hospital bed, Chris opened his eyes, stretching out his matte, dark, metallic right arm to rub his unkempt hair. He yawned and said:

"How much longer do I have to stay here? I feel like I'm rusting away..."

"Isn't there a saying among Chinese people that goes, 'It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone'? Chris, if it weren't for the rapid development of prosthetic technology in the military in recent years, we might be visiting you in the cemetery. You've recovered like this after only a hundred days of lying down. You should be grateful."

After setting down the fruit basket and bouquet, Brad pulled over a folding chair and sat down beside the hospital bed, taking out his handheld game console from his pocket.

"I bought this for you because you seemed bored. It's a new product from the military science department. I don't know much about these things, but it's popular among young people. It'll help you pass the time."

Taking the handheld console, Chris rolled out of bed, revealing his right leg, which had also been replaced with a prosthetic leg... no, it was now a black metal body that could be called a cybernetic body, under his hospital gown. Wearing slippers, he sat down opposite Brad, glanced at him a few times, and then lost interest.

“Where are Jill and Barry?” he asked.

"Wow, Chris, you're recovering well. Looks like you'll be back soon." It was Barry's dad, who walked into the ward with an unlit cigar dangling from his lips and carrying bags of food.

Chris noticed the unnatural lines of the artificial skin on his lower left upper arm, along with the unnatural nails and the spaces between his fingers. Clearly, it was a prosthesis covered with a layer of flesh-colored artificial skin.

Noticing Chris's gaze, Barry just chuckled a few times. He placed the lunchbox on the coffee table in the ward and exclaimed, "The prosthetic technology of the military science department is really amazing. Damn, it feels more comfortable to use than my own."

"That's because your hand suffered a hidden injury during your SEAL career. Anyway, unless absolutely necessary, I would never cut off a perfectly good hand and replace it with a prosthesis... That's insane. I simply can't understand those people who went crazy after the release of the new generation of prosthetics from the military science department..."

It's Gil.

She held the box of ice, opened the lid, and shook the chilled low-alcohol drinks inside. Chris was, after all, a patient, and she wasn't some crazy friend who needed to go crazy; low-alcohol drinks were enough.

“Chris, I brought someone else with me.” With a friendly smile, Jill turned to reveal the person behind her.

"Chris!"

A young woman in a red jacket rushed over with a delighted expression, looking Chris up and down. She grabbed his black metal right arm and rubbed it, poked at the right side of his body, and tried to pull up Chris's trouser leg...

"Claire?"

Feeling uncomfortable with his younger sister's curious gaze, Chris quickly pulled Claire, who was pulling at his trouser leg, aside and said with a dark face, "What are you doing here?"

"I graduated. But Chris, do you know how worried I was when the media broke the news that you were critically injured and unconscious during the Caucasus operation?! They said half your body was blown apart! I wanted to see you, but I wasn't allowed... I almost thought..."

As she spoke, Claire's voice choked with emotion.

“…I’m sorry, Claire. There’s no next…” Chris paused, then continued, “But I have to do it. It’s my duty, my mission.”

"it is good."

Claire, strangely, didn't say much, but instead, contrary to her usual behavior, expressed her support. This made Chris realize something was wrong; his sister wouldn't...

“You have your mission, and I have my responsibilities. I’ve joined the BSAA, and you can’t object,” she said.

Almost before he finished speaking, Chris jumped to his feet. "No way!" "Do you know how dangerous your actions are? Who gave you permission?"

"Approved by Assistant Secretary of State Simmons and Executive Officer Russell!"

"what?"

...

Meanwhile, in downtown San Francisco, at the Military Science Building.

[Executive, the medical center's physical examination report shows that Mr. Chris Redfield's recovery is progressing well, with good fit to his right arm and right leg prostheses. The spinal reinforcement module, joint strengthening module, dense bone, motion detector, rangefinder, etc., are all functioning stably.]

Mr. Redfield should be able to make his public appearance at the press conference within a week.

In the CEO's office, the red data cables intertwined by the ceiling-mounted camera quickly outlined and sculpted the image of a sweet and delicate little girl with a red halo around her eyes. She reported to the pale blonde woman behind the large desk in an inorganic, emotionless voice.

"Hmm." Nodding, Vera swiped the virtual touchscreen to close the marketing department's presentation, picked up her black tea, and took a sip. "The timing is perfect."

With the complete annihilation of Umbrella, bioterrorism attacks and the BOW trade have entered a brief period of low activity globally in recent months, but Vera is not worried that Chris will be useless after his comeback.

after all.

She looked at the time on the screen: 2001/9/11

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the war on terror will begin today, or perhaps tomorrow or the day after.

Anti-BOW biohazards are anti-fear, and anti-ordinary people's fears are also anti-fear. Once the war starts, functional and enhancement prosthetic plug-ins will have no shortage of buyers.

The greatest driving force behind the cyber implant era created by her military technology is about to arrive!

------

PS: Phew... The detailed description and groundwork for the next phase of the Resident Evil universe are complete.

The next chapter is about Ghouls and CCG Vera.