Infinity, progress from Arasaka

"Rebecca? Hey, let her go!"

The woman was pressed on the chair. She was struggling when she suddenly heard this familiar voice. She paused and asked in surprise, "Chris? Is that you?" Just as she was about to continue asking, "You saw Mr. Russell..." a female voice came into her ears, "Okay, untie me, take off the hood."

Swish.

In response, the black hood was removed and vision was restored.

"Hu——" Rebecca took a heavy breath, raised her head, gradually adjusted to the light, and looked across with focused eyes.

"Rebecca."

Seeing Rebecca looking a little disheveled but not actually hurt, Chris's worry eased a little, but soon rose again.

"what do you mean?"

"Dear friends who have come from afar, I apologize on behalf of my subordinates for their rough actions, but this is a necessary safety measure. How about drinking some water first?"

Without answering Chris directly, Vera leaned back on the workbench where many tactical tool boxes were placed, smiled formally, picked up a bottle of mineral water, raised it to Rebecca, and then threw it over.

Subconsciously raising her hand to catch it, Rebecca looked at the blonde woman in front of her, who was wearing a dark, high-tech uniform, and then looked at the bodyguard who stepped forward to uncuff her. She nodded blankly, "Thank...thank you."

So cute.

Rebecca Chambers.

Vera looked at this girl who was just 18 years old, the youngest member of Raccoon City STARS.

She had a petite figure, a slender figure, and tomboyish short brown hair that was neatly groomed. She had a pretty face with a hint of youthfulness, and a pair of bright blue eyes on her small face. She dodged like a deer when Vera looked at her without concealment.

Ah, the clear and innocent taste of a student who has just entered society.

"Introduce myself..."

"Vera Adelheid Russell, inventor, genius, pioneer of human bionics engineering, genius professional mechanical developer, the youngest Umbrella executive and regional director, became the youngest billionaire in the USA by licensing patents, selected for Washington's key innovative high-end talent pool, led the investment and development of intelligent control technology, high-end semiconductors and electronic information industries..."

Rebecca spoke very quickly, like chanting a sutra, and smoothly followed Vera's self-introduction. With an expression that looked like either a little fangirl or a fanatical fan, she read out Vera's life and social evaluation.

"Senior Russell, you are the one I study and admire in school."

Vera raised her eyebrows slightly, "You are Berkeley..."

"No, I'm not a student at Berkeley. I just happened to hear about your deeds and achievements, so I took the initiative to apply to go to Berkeley as an exchange student to audit classes for a while. Oh, my major is chemistry, and my elective is pharmacy..."

"Stop, drink some water first, and then we can talk about the matter for which you chose to come to me."

Vera tapped the table lightly, looked calmly at the excited Rebecca, and brought the topic back on track.

Now, she had roughly figured out why Chris came to her. It was the result of her previous "jumping ship" arrangement and her genius personality. The affected Rebecca might be one of the driving forces.

"Okay, Rebecca, this isn't your college party, and it's not Umbrella's job fair."

With a fierce face, Chris was extremely helpless about the STARS happy-go-lucky guy's "star-chasing" behavior.

Don't even look at the time.

Chris fully recognized Rebecca's professional qualities. Although she had just graduated from college, her excellent performance in chemistry was recognized by the police station and she was selected into STARS, which was a reflection of her strength.

Similarly, due to her lack of practical experience and her being a pure and innocent female college student with a strong bookish air, the other party would always make some bold and unconventional moves, which was also a headache for Chris.

"Chris, Senior Russell's appearance here... means, success?" Rebecca asked, not minding at all the rude treatment she had just received. She quickly adjusted her mindset.

Chris crossed his arms and nodded, "That's about right."

"So, when will we reveal Umbrella's crimes in Raccoon City...Uh, Senior Russell, I'm talking about the old Umbrella in Raccoon City."

"I know." Vera leaned on the workbench, clicked the mouse, and operated the projector to project the information collected by the STARS survivors into the room. She looked at the disgusting candid or real photos and said without looking back, "Because it's not enough."

"How can I be sure that you are not a trap set by that middle-aged stubborn William Birkin? Should I just believe your one-sided words, a so-called distant descendant whom I don't even know?"

William Birkin was doomed to die, but Chris and the others didn't know that. This did not affect Vera's use of his name as a shield and excuse.

"This...then...we..."

Rebecca was a little anxious, but she was at a loss for words and didn't know how to explain for a while.

"I will bring you enough evidence. I hope you will keep your promise."

Chris protected Rebecca behind him, his tone was as hard as a rock, and his expression was equally resolute and firm as a rock.

"nature."

Rebecca was confused by the conversation between Chris and Vera. "What does this mean? Chris, what are you going to do?"

"Return to Raccoon City to collect key evidence."

"Ah?" Rebecca opened her mouth slightly. After a while, she sorted out the logic. She raised her head and asked resolutely, "When are we going to leave? Let's go together..."

"No, you need to stay here with me."

Vera suddenly spoke up, turned sideways, glanced at Rebecca, and said, "Just as he doesn't trust me, I don't trust you either. Whether it's a hostage or a 'deposit', it depends on how you understand it. What if you play tricks on me?"

Answer: Dong Dong!

Several tall, fully armed figures approached Rebecca, but Vera did not stop threatening, "Mr. Redfield, you still have a sister who depends on you for life..."

"Fuck you! If you dare to touch Claire, I will kill you!"

Bang! Chris kicked over the folding chair in anger and tried to rush to Vera, but the security guards stopped him and held him down. The black barrel of the gun was loaded and raised against his head.

"Mr. Redfield, you know very well that my request and caution are reasonable. As long as I have the evidence and prove that you are the real survivors and victims of William Birkin's experiment, I will compensate you generously and even recruit you into Umbrella..."

Vera spoke each word slowly, then stood up and walked towards Chris.

"No, if what you said is true, Umbrella will be destroyed by my own hands. I will reorganize and establish a new company and always keep the door open for you."

After saying that, Vera came up to Chris and stretched out her hand under the extremely vigilant eyes of the security guards.

"..."

With a gloomy face, Chris couldn't help but clench his fists, but soon, he finally loosened them.

"Humph, I don't care about your compensation, as long as you keep your promise."

He knew very well that the more cautious Vera was, the more it proved that she would really reveal the truth later. On the contrary, if Vera believed him easily, he would become suspicious and suspect that there was something wrong.

With a slight smile, Vera signaled the security personnel to step back and pulled Chris up personally.

"Well, the official partnership is established. Have fun."

"..." Although he was surprised by Vera's strength, Chris didn't say anything more, "When will I leave?"

"No rush. William Birkin has caused such a big mess. The old factions and old stubborn people in the company will probably take action. I will question them at the board meeting. As for Washington, I also need to prepare in advance and provide necessary cover for your actions."

This is an excuse.

Vera stopped and pointed at Chris, then at the pistol and saber that the security guards had searched and found on him. "Also, pick a few suitable pieces of equipment to take with you. If you're like this... I'm afraid you'll be framed and have the intention of silencing me later."

Vera's look was hurtful.

But this was the only thing Chris didn't object to.

With such strong logistical support and equipment guarantees delivered to your doorstep, you should not miss it. Just look at the USF Guard Force, the California branch of Umbrella.

"Now, study hard. As a survivor of actual biological warfare, let my people learn how to effectively deal with the 'trap' created by William Birkin. You must grasp the right measure, and the sooner the better."

Surrounded by bodyguards in black, Vera's beautiful figure disappeared through the door, and then, click, the room was closed. Rebecca blinked, first looking at Chris, then looking left and right, looking at the burly men in the room.

At this time, she realized that this place, which was like a deluxe Plus version of the STARS combat preparation room, had a projector, a textual diagram filled with precautions, and a spread-out map of Raccoon City...

And these Umbrella fighters all had notebooks in their hands or chest pockets, as if they were holding a combat meeting before she was tied up.

"Attend class?"

"Yes, let's go to class. Rebecca, it's a good thing you came, because we have experience fighting in that damn mansion. You are a girl and more delicate than me. Help me fill in the points that need to be paid attention to when dealing with those corpses."

Now that things have come to this, let’s do our best.

Chris pulled Rebecca to the whiteboard and showed her the table he had drawn up.

Although it was strange that Chris passed on his combat experience against biological monsters to Umbrella's combat personnel, he did not mind.

On the contrary, this better reflects Vera's responsible attitude towards her subordinates, rather than Raccoon City's attitude of treating subordinates and even researchers as consumables, which can win his favor.

This domineering but also shrewd and capable woman, a typical elite capitalist and Washington politician, is at least better than that bastard named William Birkin.

"I repeat, you must destroy their brain tissue, hit their heads, blow their brains out, don't rely on luck..."

...

1998/9/24

morning.

Indoor shooting range.

Bang! Bang, bang, bang—

Wisps of white smoke rose from the muzzle of the assault rifle.

Chris, wearing the Umbrella security training liner, took off his earmuffs and checked the gun chamber and magazine with very standard clicks.

During the two days he stayed in Umbrella's facility, in addition to compiling his own experiences into a book, he spent the rest of the time familiarizing himself with this batch of new guns that Umbrella had not yet put on the market.

Since it was all provided by that woman Vera, he naturally used it freely.

"That's amazing, Chris... aren't your arms sore?"

Pa, pa. The alloy target returned under the action of the pulley for people to check the results. Looking at the dents on the mottled target, which were basically concentrated on the chest and head, Rebecca couldn't help but applaud.

"Fortunately."

Putting down the unreleased assault rifle code-named "Ajax" in his hand, Chris put on the earmuffs again, raised the WMA Meiwa submachine gun, click, checked the chamber, loaded the bullet, aimed, and the target made a crisp "clang clang" sound.

Then I tried the WCAA assault shotgun that fired single-shot bullets, the WSA automatic pistol, the "Nobunaga", the "Tamahiki"...

"call..."

Chris neatly placed each tried-and-true firearm aside and carefully examined these killing machines that were made of special alloys or engineering plastics.

Really, objectively speaking, he couldn't help but admire Umbrella's high level of craftsmanship. It was really like a work of art, and every detail highlighted its excellent craftsmanship.

While Chris paused, more frequent gunshots rang out.

It was the training ground of the Umbrella combat forces over there. There were explosions coming one after another. The scene of them firing at full force was much louder than the movement on Chris's side. They were all heavy firepower.

Chris said affirmatively: "They should all be from the military."

"Russians."

Rebecca nodded and added, "While you were busy getting familiar with the weapons, I talked to them. This does not involve confidentiality regulations. They are indeed Russians, and many of them have participated in the Afghan War."

"Private armed forces... Although I know this is common internationally, it is not a good thing."

After all, he had served in the Air Force, and Chris's patriotism and sense of justice made him instinctively feel that this was not a good thing.

Just as Chris and Rebecca fell silent on this topic——

"Hey, Chris, the director's order has come down, we have to leave as soon as possible, something went wrong!"

A burly man in dark combat uniform waved at the two men, speaking English with a heavy Russian accent and a rolled tongue.

Realizing something, Chris rushed out of the shooting range and entered the combat preparation room. He saw a group of Umbrella security guards sitting around an LCD TV. An urgent news from Raccoon City, Colorado was being broadcast:

"Just yesterday, an acute and highly contagious disease was suspected to have occurred in the northern part of Raccoon City. Cases of 'cannibalism', where people cough violently and cough up blood, began to appear on a large scale. Patients are suspected to have a great desire and impulse for flesh and blood, and raw food. The number of confirmed cases in the city hospital has increased sharply. City residents are asked..."

In the video, the reporter on the scene spoke very quickly and seemed very anxious. The situation in other areas of Raccoon City was unclear, but the situation in the northern city area in the background, where looting and zero-dollar shopping had already occurred, was obviously extremely bad.

"Some protesters have directed their attacks at Umbrella, the city's largest company, claiming that a leak in Umbrella's biochemical medicine laboratory led to the emergence of this infectious disease..."

"Currently, Dr. William Birkin, Umbrella's chief researcher in Raccoon City, is rumored to be missing..."

"Fuck! This is the damn virus that appeared in the mansion..." Pushing aside the guards who were as strong as bears and wearing a full set of high-tech combat equipment, Chris stared at the news on the monitor and muttered to himself.

"....Jill, fuck! Damn it...I need to see Russell, I have to leave now!"

After that, Chris came to the personal equipment box temporarily arranged for him and began to take out equipment and combat protection, the special Umbrella combat suit that was puncture-proof and bite-proof, with an identification system and fluorescence.

Just as Chris was about to leave, Vera's rather annoyed and frustrated voice came from the loudspeaker in the preparation room.

"USF Mobile Guard, Team 4, Team 5, Team 6, you, follow Mr. Redfield."

"That bastard William Birkin is probably done with flipping the table. He's gone mad. Is he going to drag everyone down with him? And the board of directors, how much of my money have they embezzled without telling me?!"