Infinity, progress from Arasaka

After learning that there would be a big deal between the Pentagon and Umbrella today, Chris went to the edge of Umbrella's industrial park. After the Department of Defense convoy left and confirmed that Vera was still in the industrial park, he broke in as a former Raccoon City STARS member and asked to see Vera, as he had important company secrets.

It is semi-public that after the reorganization of Raccoon City STARS in 1996, the largest financial sponsor has become Umbrella.

The Umbrella employees here must know this.

"Mr. Redfield, right? Please follow me. Director Russell wants to see you."

Not long after, the secretary came with security personnel to summon him.

"..." Silence, Chris stood up.

Really, even though he knew that Umbrella also had uninformed people and different branches, he had no good feelings towards these guys with Umbrella logo pins on their collars.

Ding.

The elevator door opened and Chris followed the secretary thoughtfully.

Walking in the wide corridor, he could clearly feel himself being watched by surveillance cameras. He kept thinking about the information he had more or less found out about the so-called Director Russell after communicating with Rebecca.

Vera Adelheid Russell.

Born in 1976, now 22 years old.

German. (PS: California and Pennsylvania have the largest German American populations)

Adelheide is a middle name or given name often used in the German cultural circle to convey beautiful meanings, such as sweetness or nobility.

Genius, Umbrella's youngest executive and chief researcher, and the first director of the Black Umbrella Department.

He skipped a grade and completed his studies ahead of schedule, graduating from the School of Engineering at the University of California, Berkeley.

His parents died in an accident when he was a student. After graduation, he joined Umbrella's California branch and quickly rose to prominence. He is known for his expertise in mechanical engineering, bionics, ergonomics, intelligent control, electronic information and other fields.

A typical genius in success stories.

It is suspected that due to the accidental death of his parents, he is extremely focused on the field of prosthetics and bionics.

An opponent of Umbrella's old path, he has publicly criticized Umbrella's excessive investment in medical and biological research many times. He is the biggest promoter and organizer of Umbrella's transformation from a single medical industry in recent years.

That damn mansion probably existed much earlier than Director Russell was born.

Compared to the scraps of information about the G-Virus that Chris had found with great difficulty in Raccoon City, and the chief researcher there, William Birkin, Director Russell undoubtedly joined Umbrella too late.

Things like T virus, G virus, BOW, etc. already existed before Russell graduated.

This woman's discord with William Birkin, her belittling and criticism of his research results as not being proportional to his input, was something that even the grassroots employees of Umbrella in Raccoon City had heard of.

Considering her performance at the Umbrella press conference and symposium, she is really the only one with the highest possibility of success.

Thinking of this, Chris felt more hopeful about the success of this trip.

Rebecca, I hope you are right.

Da da--

The footsteps suddenly stopped. Chris looked at the fully armed company security guards who were slowly gathering and turned to look at the secretary who was leading the way. "What does this mean?"

Secretary: "Excuse me, Mr. Redfield. This is standard procedure. Please stand inside the security gate for a body search. Please cooperate."

Chris had a blank expression, but since he was already here, it wasn't his style to give up halfway. "Okay."

Standing between two pillars, two tall and strong security guards came forward and began to search Chris very carefully. They were holding a long object with a display in their hands, which he couldn't tell what it was. Was it a metal detector?

It was only then that Chris began to take a closer look at these Umbrella security guards.

First of all, their appearance looks very intimidating, they are all tall and strong men.

In terms of equipment, it was definitely much better than his STARS, and he was wrapped up tightly. Black stab-proof uniform, black military boots and tactical gloves, black jumpsuit, knee pads, arm guards, heavy-duty aramid bulletproof vest with armor plates, and...

hiss?

What type of gun is this? Why has he never seen it before?

As a former Air Force pilot, policeman, and special police officer, Chris is also a gun expert who often participates in shooting competitions and even wins championships. He doesn't say that he recognizes every type of gun in the world, but he has basically used all the famous and highly regarded ones on the market.

Anyway, from Chris's point of view, the guns in the hands of these security guards are just as good as the first, second and third place prizes he saw in shooting competitions, except that they are not personalized.

"We'll keep your stuff for you, Mr. Redfield."

The guard completed the body search and placed a Beretta M92F pistol, a military knife, a spare magazine, a wallet, a bunch of keys, a Nokia mobile phone and a waist bag containing films, CDs and CAM flash memory on the long table.

The secretary's brows twitched, but he didn't say anything more. "Please." He motioned for Chris to follow.

After walking a few dozen steps forward, I saw a door that looked extremely heavy and expensive.

dong dong.

"Director, Mr. Redfield is here."

"Please let him in." A cold female voice came out.

The secretary turned sideways.

Chris stood up straight, there was nothing to back down from.

At worst, he would die. He backed up all the information he had and gave it to Rebecca. He also filmed a video before entering the Umbrella Industrial Park. If something happened to him, it could be used as a point to attack Umbrella.

Squeak.

Push the door open and enter.

Chris looked at the interior decoration, observing every detail quickly and carefully.

It's a completely different style from that damn mansion and the Umbrella Building in Raccoon City.

It is spacious, simple and bright, about three hundred square meters. The entire wall is made of dark floor-to-ceiling glass. There is a large semi-arc table, elegant and exquisite like wood and metal, on which is placed a 27-inch computer monitor without a host and a black leather executive chair.

The ceiling is very high, and there is a protruding ceiling facing the desk, hiding some cutting-edge communication equipment and precision electronic devices.

The two walls are divided into three areas. One side is a bookcase, and there is also a small bar and lounge area with a wine cabinet and refrigerator. The reception area on the other side consists of a set of large sofas and coffee tables.

In the middle of the long and empty room, decorated with special panels like minimalist ripple carpets, a beautiful woman was leaning against the table, holding up a teacup, taking a sip and nodding to him.

"Welcome, Mr. Redfield."

Looking at the man with interest, Vera spoke first.

Tsk tsk, look who is this?

He is over 1.82 meters tall, with brown-black hair in a slicked-back style. Although his muscles are not as explosive as those of Future, he has a very strong body. His young face already shows the fortitude and ruthless temperament of a physical tyrant.

Chris.

Really, Vera didn't expect that one of the destined protagonists of Resident Evil would come to her on his own initiative.

"Director Russell, you should know about Raccoon City, right?"

Although Vera's elegance and tranquility gave people a very comfortable feeling, as a straight man who threw aside his beautiful female partner at home, Chris had no intention of chatting nonsense with Vera and went straight to the point.

"What? William Birkin, that outdated middle-aged stubborn man, can't even manage his own territory? You, a Raccoon City SWAT police officer, came to me for help. Ah, although I really want to kick Birkin out of the US region, he is a veteran after all and still has some influence in the board of directors."

Raising an eyebrow, Vera put down the teacup.

Okay, since you are in a hurry, I won’t pour you tea. No need to be polite, just say it directly.

"You... No, they are researching viral weapons!"

"The research on virus weapons is also part of national defense security. Are you a child whose values ​​are black and white? As a former air force soldier."

Vera spoke in an official tone, "It's normal for the company to cooperate with the Pentagon in this area. This is the business line that White Umbrella and Birkin are responsible for. The opinions are raised to the board of directors. I don't interfere with their work, and they can't interfere with my business. This is an open rule."

"Rules...your rules. People died! Fuck you! So many people died! And you sit in your luxurious and safe office and say..."

He was still a young man of 25 years old, and his calmness was limited. Chris, who was already annoyed and suppressing negative emotions because he was suppressed while investigating Umbrella, suddenly exploded when he was irritated by Vera's nonchalant attitude.

Bang bang.

"I remind you to use civilized language."

Vera looked at Chris's gnashing teeth expression, knocked on the table, and said in a strong voice: "Otherwise I can ask you to leave."

"Hoo...Hoo..." Chris took a deep breath and looked at Vera deeply, "You really don't know?"

"I know, but as a professional businessman, I won't go into details and I don't want to find out."

Vera answered immediately and walked up to Chris without fear. She looked him in the eye and spoke clearly, "So, tell me about the inside story of the company in Raccoon City. This is why I want to see you."

As she spoke, Vera walked to the large sofa in the reception area and motioned for Chris to sit down.

"The STARS from Raccoon City came to me. Has that stubborn William Birkin degenerated into a waste? His research led to a leak, which he has not yet defended. Could it have turned into a biochemical crisis? If he really wants to..."

"It's a biohazard. The bodies are moving. The living dead."

Chris didn't sit down, but walked straight to Vera, his expression more solemn than ever.

"This is a crime committed by your Umbrella. If you still have a trace of conscience, make the truth public. Your people have seized my bag, and inside is the evidence I collected!"

Vera paused, leaning against the sofa, as if lost in thought over Chris's words, and then she smiled.

"As an Umbrella executive, aren't you afraid that I will destroy the evidence and silence you?"

"You can try it. I never thought of returning safely after coming to your snake den."

"So, you don't want to try to kidnap me and force me into submission?"

"No, I won't do that. I won't take my anger out on others without any reason."

Chris said stiffly with a straight face: "You are neither a good person nor a scum. You are a true genius. My friends in the army all say so. The prosthetic technology you developed helped my comrades hug each other again. This society needs you... Umbrella has criminals who help the evil, and there are also innocent people."

"Ha." Vera smiled softly.

Is that what a young teammate of K can say?

"In other words, if I don't stand on your side, I'll be aiding and abetting the evil?"

Chris nodded straightforwardly.

"..." Vera smiled without saying anything and returned to her desk.

She took off the microphone, asked the secretary to bring in Chris's things, took out the things in her waist bag, connected the flash drive and looked through it for a moment, then her face became increasingly ugly.

Chris just stood there, watching Vera's expression change.

After a while, Vera looked at Chris who was standing opposite her and said, "Not enough."

Chris looked doubtful.

"With this little bit of groundless evidence, William Birkin can definitely sue me for slander and use the excuse of special effects. They know I have this technology, so they must produce solid evidence, such as their research progress data or experimental samples."

"did you mean..."

"I need you to return to Raccoon City."

Vera's true colors are revealed.

"Of course, I won't let you fight alone, but with my troops."

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Chapter 027 Raccoon City Carnival, Opening

Umbrella Industrial Park, USF Guard Force Training Base in California.

"Ah, let me go, you are kidnapping me! I am a police officer..."

At this time, a woman in plain clothes and wearing a black hood whose face could not be seen clearly, but whose voice seemed to be very young, was forcibly carried into the room by two Umbrella bodyguards in black, passing through layers of access control.