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Inside the Red Umbrella Corporation, the supreme leader, Sergei Vladimir, suddenly felt a chill run through his body and glanced around somewhat bewilderedly.

Where does this strange feeling of being inexplicably scolded come from when there's nothing there?

As Sergei walked toward the secret meeting room, he put the strange feeling aside once inside. He now had more important orders to carry out.

The large screen in the conference room was projecting images from the Red Umbrella Corporation's biological weapons manufacturing room. These Tyrants, frozen in the projection pods, looked exactly like Sergei, because all the Tyrants were made from clones of Sergei himself.

After entering multiple passwords on the control panel and verifying the blood composition, the Tyrant's projection pod began to move slowly toward the launch device.

"Red Queen, target locked," Sergei said.

"Yes." The Red Queen's projection appeared beside Sergei.

Sergei's target was none other than the blue and white umbrellas, which shared the same origin as him.

As the saying goes, the emperor is far away and the world is in a state of apocalypse. The Blue Umbrella and White Umbrella, which had originally separated, found that the world order was collapsing faster than expected, and they immediately became somewhat unwilling to obey Spencer's orders.

What company founder are you? Spencer founded Umbrella Corporation, the Umbrella Corporation. What does that have to do with our Blue Umbrella Corporation and White Umbrella Corporation?

In particular, according to Sergei, the Blue Umbrella organization, in order to break away from Spencer and the original Umbrella Corporation, actually colluded with the anti-biological weapons organization when the order was still relatively stable.

My self-reflection is practically a classic painting.

Now, the only one still loyal to Spencer is Sergei Vladimir. This time, Sergei received Spencer's orders to teach the Blue Umbrella and White Umbrella a lesson.

I really don't know who's in charge anymore!

Chapter 223 White Umbrella: Innovation is Needed in Creating Zombies

With a whoosh, dozens of plumes of white smoke shot straight into the sky. Ever since they turned the world into this mess, the few Umbrella Corporations have become increasingly arrogant. Relying on the fact that they were the ones who caused the trouble, that they were prepared in advance, and that they had a first-mover advantage, they have been causing trouble without any restraint.

This time was different. The moment the airdrop container was ejected from the launcher, the Ouroboros shuttle's intelligent system in outer planetary orbit reacted immediately. Although the detection range was very small due to the number of satellites and the focus on key areas, the fact that we have fewer satellites does not mean that there are fewer satellites floating in outer space.

After confirming that the launch vehicle bore the markings of Umbrella Corporation, a key target for observation, the shuttle's restrictions were urgently lifted, and it began operating autonomously according to emergency procedures.

All the idle satellites and those providing navigation functions for Red Umbrella Corporation were instantly and forcibly cracked by the unsealed shuttle cabin intelligent system through overwhelming computing power.

The target area for the airdrop crate was marked directly on the planetary map, in high definition and without any blurring, just like watching a live broadcast by Red Umbrella itself.

It is precisely because the three companies, Red Umbrella, Blue Umbrella, and White Umbrella, have built local area networks in most places to guard against each other, directly severing physical connections with satellite systems. Otherwise, this time, the multi-human civilization would have to push the mission of this civilization revival forward by 50%.

"Alert! Alert! Unidentified flying object detected! Unidentified flying object locked! Database comparison successful! It is a Red Umbrella Tyrant series airdrop crate..."

The White Queen's alarm kept blaring in Jackson-Calant's earpiece. Calant looked at the image projected through his goggles and sneered disdainfully, "What a good dog."

As the head of White Umbrella Corporation, Calant naturally knew that the attack was carried out by Sergei, since only Sergei would still be so obedient to Spencer at this time.

As for the conflict between him and Spencer, it was because Spencer demanded that he hand over all his latest research results, but Karant simply ignored him.

Even after being attacked by the tyrant, Calant's attitude remained unchanged.

As the White Umbrella Corporation that inherited all the virus research and development from the Umbrella Corporation, it even looks down on basic products like the Tyrant series, which only have pure violence and no innovative spirit.

As the Tyrant airdrop crates landed around the White Umbrella Corporation's outpost, several hidden doors silently opened, releasing bizarre creatures that defied human aesthetics. Controlled by specially programmed chips, these creatures raced towards the airdrop crates.

Unlike the White Umbrella, which directly retaliated, the Blue Umbrella, which inherited the research on drugs and reagents, calmly sent a message to the leaders of several nearby survivor bases.

The white and red umbrellas use zombies to control humans, while the blue umbrellas use surviving humans to control zombies. As for how they control them? The various potions and instant enhancement drugs are not jokes.

Soon, one Tyrant after another crawled out of the airdrop crate, picked up all the weapons that came with it, and prepared to start the battle.

Red Umbrella inherited Umbrella's militarized team and legacy in computer research and development. Therefore, their intelligent chips and combat tactics designs are unmatched by the other two companies. This is why Red Umbrella has been able to defeat them without any counterattack.

With a series of rapid bursts, the Tyrant entered a state of high alert and opened fire with his Gatling gun. Under the command of the fire control chip, the gun, with a range far exceeding that of White Umbrella Corporation's creations, directly blasted a giant zombie to pieces.

The obese, bloated zombie covered in pustules exploded the moment it died, spraying foul-smelling bile mixed with the virus for dozens of meters around. Any cells that came into contact with the bile died rapidly in a short time.

Even other types of zombies cannot avoid it. The only ones that have a slight immunity to it are the zombies called Explosives and another of White Umbrella Corporation's trump cards.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The ground suddenly shook, and the Tyrant, which had been standing still, entered the attack range of the sprinter. This tall and burly zombie with completely asymmetrical arms was no smaller than the Tyrant, which had no human-like features whatsoever.

The tyrant loosened his grip on his right hand, and the Gatling gun barrel, still spinning, crashed to the ground. Immediately afterward, a grenade launcher loaded with armor-piercing rounds fell into his hand.

Lock on! Launch!

One grenade after another was fired. Under the suppression of the chip's computing power, no matter how the sprinter deviated, the grenades could still accurately hit his body, and one after another, bloody holes that could be seen from his chest to his back were blasted out.

Even though he felt no pain, the sprinter could still sense the damage to his body. After being bullied by the tyrant with his weapon, the sprinter got angry. He opened his huge right hand and held it in front of him like a giant shield, while his sprinting speed did not slow down at all.

Just as the sprinter approached, several plumes of scalding steam suddenly shot out from the Tyrant's back, and the machinery implanted in the Tyrant's body began to operate rapidly.

With just one punch, the Tyrant pierced through the Sprinter's right hand, spraying green pus all over his body. Then, the Tyrant grabbed the Sprinter's joint and twisted it with force. With a snap, the Sprinter's huge right hand was twisted off.

The sprinter, losing his balance, staggered forward, and the tyrant grabbed his right arm and swung it hard.

*Smack!* A mass of flesh stuck directly to the giant right arm, and half of the sprinter's body was smashed to pieces.

The tyrant's crimson eyes locked onto the sprinter's tiny head, and he raised his foot, ready to stomp down.

With a whoosh, a tongue wrapped around the tyrant's left foot, then quickly retracted, dragging the tyrant to the ground.

During the dragging process, the tyrant struggled continuously, and at the same time, the chip recorded this zombie in the system.

The smoker was covered in green spores, and half of his face was covered in tumors. He looked like someone who had smoked too much and had developed all kinds of cancer.

The White Umbrella Company's ultimate unit, the tank, which was at the back of the line, became excited when it saw a Tyrant being dragged over. After a few seconds of charging up, the tank suddenly leaped up, each of its raised fists being much larger than the right arm of the sprinter.

Boom! Tank punched the Smoke Man to pieces, then grabbed the tongue from the ground and yanked the Tyrant into the air.

He grabbed the tyrant's neck with his left hand and his body with his right, and pulled hard.

Rip! The tyrant was torn in two.

Chapter 224 The Crane and the Clam Fight

After killing the tyrant before it, the tank turned its attention to the other tyrants. It had not yet killed enough; its bloodlust remained intense and unquenchable.

But the tank's next move was not as easy as this one, as the Tyrant of Death shared the information received by the chip and sensors with all its teammates.

The built-in tactical chip immediately provided the current methods for dealing with tanks.

As one of White Umbrella Corporation's trump cards, the tank-type zombie is as violent as its name suggests. Its arms are strong enough to tear a tyrant in two, and its body can withstand grenades without leaving a trace. Its self-regeneration speed is also astonishingly fast, even faster than the bile corrosion speed of the explosive zombie.

However, tanks are not perfect either; their flexibility and mobility are major weaknesses. Of course, this is in comparison to the advanced zombies on the battlefield, not ordinary humans.

In addition, tanks are extremely lacking in long-range attack capabilities; at most, they can only throw obstacles, trees, and the accuracy of their throws is very low due to their poor intelligence, often resulting in counter-attacks.

In this situation, all the tyrants began to move rapidly, and their primary target shifted from the tanks to the heads of the smokers.

Without these long-tongued creatures, a tank could chase a tyrant for half a year and still not be able to attack it.

One by one, the smokers died under the Tyrant's focused attacks, followed by the sprinters. These guys were quite troublesome when they charged, especially when two or three charged together, forcing the Tyrant to change direction and slow down to dodge.

Soon, under the brutal, bloody fighting, the number of Tyrants airdropped near White Umbrella Corporation plummeted from thirty to fifteen.

The White Umbrella Corporation paid the price of over a hundred biological weapons. Of the zombies that emerged from the several passages, only three tanks remain alive and well, as if nothing had happened.

After eliminating all the zombies that could support the tank, the remaining fifteen Tyrants began to coordinate their attacks. The tank, which wasn't very bright, was dragged along by them and failed to achieve any results.

Every time a tank manages to close the distance to a Tyrant after chasing it for a while, Tyrants from other directions will automatically shorten the distance, drawing the tank's attention away from it.

Well, this simple tactic is incredibly effective against tanks; those who are short-sighted will always suffer.

However, due to the limitations of his weaponry, the Tyrant was unable to inflict any real damage on the tanks; the occasional bullet craters healed before he could even take a picture.

After another five minutes of fighting, Calant, who was watching the battle from the underground research institute, waved his hand and opened several more hidden passages.

Sergei is treating him like a fool. The tyrant is clearly gathering all sorts of information about the tanks. If this stalemate continues, the tanks' very secrets will be exposed.

Who knows, next time he comes, the tyrant's weapons will have been replaced with all kinds of armor-piercing rounds and recovery suppression guns.

A bunch of patrolmen, about a hundred or so, jumped out of the newly opened hidden passage.

These zombies look a bit like dogs, and their barks also sound like dogs.

Maybe it really is just a dog, if you take away its huge head that makes up half of its body.

These zombies, with their extremely disproportionate bodies, possess astonishing speed; their four running legs seem to be connected to motors, spinning incredibly fast.

Moreover, it is incredibly agile. Even when it reaches its maximum speed, it can turn without any problem. In fact, due to the huge shift in the center of gravity caused by its head, the patrol can even move its head along with its body.

In a physical sense, the brain directs the body.

Snap! The speeding patrolling creature bit into the waist of a tyrant, its fangs piercing only the surface of the skin and half of the muscle.

The tyrant pressed his right hand on the inspector's head and squeezed it hard, like squeezing a ripe watermelon, and the inspector's head exploded.

However, those black teeth remained embedded in the tyrant's body, and the toxins on the teeth continued to be injected into his system.

The tyrant, which continued its attack with its fangs, was acting strangely. Its speed noticeably decreased, and it would occasionally stop in place for a few seconds, as if it had suddenly crashed.

The special virus on the patroller's teeth seems to be able to affect the viral environment inside the Tyrant's body, which is also a zombie, thereby weakening the Tyrant's mobility and even interfering with the command effect of the chip in its mind.

Roar! Just then, a tank descended from the sky and sat down on a tyrant covered in patrolmen, burying him in the ground.

Then the tank crewman forcefully pulled down the flattened mass of flesh, and began to beat it mercilessly, whipping the corpse.

Having been kited by the tyrant for so long, the tank's anger was already overflowing.

The arrival of the patrolmen immediately disrupted the balance of the entire battlefield. After the kiting Tyrant's speed was reduced and its formation was destroyed, it was doomed to die miserably once caught by the tanks.

Not to mention the deformed body, even the chips and implants embedded inside were completely pulverized.

The situation looked great, but Calant couldn't be happy. Some of the Tyrant's indicators were common knowledge among the Umbrella leadership, after all, it was an older type of biological weapon.

Despite having an informational advantage, the White Umbrella team still suffered such heavy losses, which was unacceptable to Calant.

Based on the cost and time required to build the Tyrant, the biological weapons lost by White Umbrella Corporation this time would be enough for them to assemble a Tyrant army of over a hundred.

If the White Umbrella can do this, then the Red Umbrella Company has been researching the Tyrant for so long, so its cost and speed must be much better than the White Umbrella's.

Looking at the battle damage report, Calant pondered whether he should compromise a little to gain more time for safe development.

While he was thinking, the shuttle had already compiled all the detected information into a monster encyclopedia, which also marked various suggested attack points and methods.

Although the multi-human united civilization did not intervene this time, they were the ones who made the most money.

The information advantage that White Umbrella Company had painstakingly developed was now completely gone.

Originally, neither side knew the other's situation, but now 10,000 soldiers on Earth can conduct drills against anticipated enemies in advance.

On the other hand, Frank, who was so busy that he didn't even have time to rest, still managed to take a look at the brief report and the illustrations.