Infinity, progress from Arasaka

Gunfire rang out.

...

At the same time, in Raccoon City, west of the city.

A convoy of heavy-duty van-type multi-purpose transport vehicles broke through the rain and arrived at a gas station.

boom!

With a loud bang, the upper body of a figure squatting on the ground gnawing on something was smashed to pieces and flew backwards.

"Has it spread here?" Chris got out of the car and looked at the gnawed and torn corpse at his feet. His face was grim, and then he shot him in the head again.

He exchanged glances with the USF mobile team members behind him, then put on his helmet.

"Attention, we have entered Raccoon City, the operation has begun."

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Chapter 029: Sin, Chaos, and Carnival

1998/9/25.

evening.

"Mom, huh... huh... Mom, I can't run anymore!"

In the rain, two figures, one tall and one short, walked in a panic from the completely blocked Raccoon Street into the Arklay Scenic Avenue in the outer city. They ran forward with difficulty in the rain and on the muddy side roads.

"Not yet, hurry up, honey, faster! You can do it, we have to get away from here as soon as possible!"

The short figure staggered and almost fell several times, but was helped up by her mother each time. Her wet golden hair stuck to the woman's cheeks, and the rain slid down her cheeks. She was panting, her whole body was wet, and she looked back at the gray Raccoon City with only a little light left, with deep fear on her face.

"They're crazy, everyone's crazy!"

Over there, under the rain, distorted light and stacked human figures were swaying, and chilling groans were looming.

The woman held her daughter's hand tightly and continued to run, but her speed inevitably became slower and slower. In the dark rain, the figures of mother and daughter looked so small, as if they would be swallowed up by the storm at any time.

Finally, a tiny puddle caused the girl to fall, and her mother had to stop to support her and pick her up, but the hypothermia caused by being soaked all over and escaping from the city had almost exhausted her strength, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

"Roar." At this moment, the creepy roar came from behind them again.

From far away, a bloody figure came into the sight of the mother and daughter. It stretched out its pale hands and opened its bloody mouth to pounce on them. "God bless you." The mother looked desperate, but she still subconsciously protected the child behind her.

Sudden--

boom!

Gunfire burst into flames in the rain, and blood and flesh splattered.

bang.

Strong flashlight.

It seemed that the mother and daughter were seen clearly, and the light quickly adjusted to become gentle. At this time, the mother could see clearly that a tall figure with a blue-purple fluorescent band on his arm, wearing a dark full-coverage combat uniform, combat boots, a heavy bulletproof vest with a plug-in deck, a breathing filter mask, a fully enclosed helmet, and a single-hole three-eye night vision goggle walked towards her.

He put down the huge steel gun, half squatted down, and extended his hand to the mother and daughter.

The little girl stared blankly at the fluorescent letters USF on the figure's chest.

Picking up the girl in one hand, he helped the woman, who looked relieved and grateful, to a small highway service shop fifty meters away.

"I'm sorry, but an examination is necessary. Are you bitten or scratched?"

USF welcomed the two into a makeshift awning, and after carefully examining the mother and daughter's limbs, necks, and torsos with a flashlight to make sure there were no wounds, they immediately covered the two with emergency polyester thermal blankets.

It was not until then that the woman saw clearly that this small highway service shop had been surrounded by seven large, heavy-loaded van-type multi-purpose transport vehicles. Some of the compartments had been unfolded, forming a temporary base similar to an RV.

Several people wrapped in thermal blankets like her were sitting in the corner with lifeless eyes.

A group of fully armed personnel were moving up and down, carrying, assembling and debugging monitors, mainframes, medical kits, ammunition boxes, M2 heavy machine guns, M134 Gatling guns, machine guns, multiple rocket launchers and other heavy firepower, as well as various objects she couldn't name.

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out from time to time.

Lying on the roof of the car, the USF guard who had already mounted a high-precision sniper rifle with a silencer pulled the trigger and eliminated the wandering zombies within his sight.

"Umbrella guards, but what is this symbol?"

As a native of Raccoon City, it was impossible for her not to contact Umbrella.

This group of people are undoubtedly from Umbrella, with a red and white umbrella logo on their chests, but what are those black and yellow squares on their shoulder armor? MILITECH...

"Military technology?"

She whispered.

But she quickly put these unnecessary thoughts behind her and hugged her child tightly. She...had lost her husband. In order to protect them, her husband chose to stay behind and was knocked down by those patients with the "man-eating disease". Now she only wanted to protect the safety of her child.

"The National Guard is expected to arrive within 12 to 24 hours, and you will be able to evacuate safely at that time."

A USF soldier in charge of guarding the survivors handed over mineral water and food.

"Thank you."

Standing far away at the entrance of Raccoon Avenue, Chris took in everything. Under his helmet, he turned his head with a complicated expression, "The ones who really need to confess their crimes in Umbrella are not the lower-level officials, but the higher-ups like William Birkin."

"He should take the blame, it was his arrogance and stubbornness that messed up everything."

Vera's voice came through the headset.

"..." Without continuing the topic, Chris looked at the closed display embedded in the side of the transport vehicle next to him. On it, Vera's hands were naturally placed on the table, and a clean, tidy and beautiful figure appeared on the screen.

"Things have become so serious, you should believe it?"

Chris said.

"I believe you. The promise is effective. When you bring the evidence out of Raccoon City, I will publicly announce my withdrawal from Umbrella and lead the California branch and the Umbrella USA region out of the control of the Paris headquarters."

"I will also publicly denounce the crimes of Spencer and William Birkin in Congress. They concealed the history of the company and deceived me. I will make them pay the price. Well, I wish you good luck."

"I hope."

Chris left the camera's range. The evacuation point had been set, and he walked to the front of the car, waved to the USF driver in the cockpit, and then began to speed up and walked into Raccoon Avenue, which was completely blocked by abandoned vehicles.

In the surrounding area, the USF soldiers who were cleaning up the scattered zombies immediately moved closer to Chris, using him as the spearhead, and worked closely together to quickly advance into Raccoon City.

As the team responsible for the response, the USF driver directly parked the vehicle sideways at the intersection and deployed the stabilizing bracket.

hum...bum...

Under the control of the drone operators, a number of small waterproof reconnaissance drones were released by USF soldiers. Inside the vehicle, the shooting holes were opened and several M2 heavy machine gunners immediately loaded their guns. The support teams then went to the commanding heights one after another and began to set up firing points in an orderly manner.

...

Director's Office, Umbrella Park, San Francisco.

A huge split screen unfolded in front of Vera, with an aerial view of Raccoon City occupying the center screen. The moving green spots and miniature vehicle outlines were the USF mobile team she had sent out.

Although it is a monkey version that is several generations behind, it will take time to realize the relevant supporting technologies, and the timing is not yet mature, but the personal tactical terminal system is at least equipped to individuals, which is enough for Vera to sit back and conduct real-time monitoring and command from a thousand kilometers away.

It also allowed her to experience Arasaka-style surveillance operations in Umbrella.

After all, she wouldn't and couldn't go to Raccoon City in person.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

She is the director, not a soldier. A lot of people depend on her for food. For example, those USF soldiers, if they die, their pensions and families will need Vera to take care of them. They probably don't want Vera to go to the hell of Raccoon City and take risks.

The most important thing is that Vera is afraid of death.

William Birkin, who has turned into a G-monster, is still wandering around Raccoon City. Vera is afraid that he will go crazy if he sees her unexpectedly.

Vera is very self-aware. Over the years, she has been accustomed to confronting William and teasing him for no reason.

William probably hated her to death.

It seems that after Washington investigates William Birkin's evil transformation, they might put some of the blame on me...

Vera laughed in silence, shook her head, and turned her attention back to the USF she had built.

"It's a pity that the feedback speed is too slow, the markings have errors, and there is no clear first-person perspective of a single soldier... It would be better if the vehicle factory was put into production. There are no flying vehicles and mecha troops, and the weapons are also not good enough. This 'Terrorist Mobile Team' is not terrorist at all..."

Although it is incongruous that an antique like M2 appears among so many old models of weapons from Arasaka, Junkei, and even Nokota, and it is used by the "Terrorist Mobile Team", but who cares.

Vera cannot produce intelligent weapons and individual electromagnetic weapons now, so just pick the good ones to use for now.

There is a reason why the M2 heavy machine gun is a family heirloom of the US military.

"Let the publicity department package these live footages of Raccoon City."

After taking a few more glances at the delayed images of the USF Mobile Team rescuing and receiving survivors in the west of Raccoon City, Vera picked up the microphone and gave instructions to the secretary room in her office.

"This set of scenes, where the mother and daughter are rescued from the bloodthirsty zombies at the critical moment, is great. The angle, the light and shadow... and the little girl's upward gaze, are perfect."

Since we have already planned to leave Umbrella and work alone, we naturally need to show that our California New Umbrella is different from the old Umbrella in temperament. Commitment, integrity, and honesty. The old Umbrella had none of these three things, but our Vera's Umbrella has all three!

A little bit is also a bit.

"Director, drones have spotted several transport helicopters from the European headquarters. People from the headquarters have already intervened in Raccoon City."

Just as Vera was distracted by the footage taken by USF of rescuing survivors, the voice of USF4 captain Andreilov drew her attention back to the center. Under the operation of the front-line personnel, the footage taken by the drone was moving.

In the drizzle, several transport helicopters with umbrella-shaped logos hovered on top of a building in Raccoon City. They seemed to have unloaded something and were pulling up to leave.

"Trackers, Tyrants? Or other troops? The time has been advanced, and why is the scale so large? Spencer, that old bastard, should have known about my actions."

Vera thought for a moment, picked up the microphone, adjusted the channel, and said, "Be alert. It is very likely that this is BOW researched by the Paris headquarters. We are now in a hostile state with the Paris headquarters. I repeat, hostile state."

Then she paused.

"Mr. Redfield, your partner may be in danger of death."

...

a few minutes ago.

"Umbrella bastard!"

Jill Valentine's voice echoed through the silent apartment building as the 12-gauge shotgun shells blasted through the building.

With a scream, the lock was picked and the unlucky guy who was walking in the first place fell back and was hit in the face by lead bullets at close range. Blood splattered on his body, and as he fell, his finger unconsciously pulled the trigger, and bullets flew everywhere.

"Fuck! Get cover!"

"That STARS bitch is in there!"

The person behind cursed in a deep voice. At the same time, Umbrella's UUTU (the unit responsible for cleaning up the mess) soldiers used submachine guns and rifles to weave a dense fire network, instantly covering the narrow space within the door.

The tables, chairs, beds and cabinets in the room were smashed so hard that wood chips and cotton wool flew everywhere.

After firing the first shot, Jill tactically rolled and dodged behind the load-bearing wall. At this moment, she subconsciously tightened the shoulder straps of her backpack. Chris had said on the phone that Umbrella was here to destroy the evidence, and she had to protect...

Just as she was thinking, Jill saw two Umbrella soldiers leaning sideways in her peripheral vision, and two round objects were thrown in by them. Without time to think, she pounced towards the half-open bathroom.

boom!

The moment the grenade exploded, fragments flew everywhere. Jill curled up behind the door using his hands and feet. Ignoring the tinnitus, he took out two stun grenades from his tactical belt, pulled out the safety pin, threw one out first, then stood up and rolled out of the bathroom immediately after the stun grenade exploded.

boom!Boom!

Some people screamed because they were too late to dodge.

Using one hand to continue blocking the door with the spray of shotgun shells, Jill used his other hand to release the pressure plate of the remaining stun grenade and threw it out of the door. Then, without any intention of entanglement, he kicked open the living room window and jumped onto the metal fire escape outside the building.

"Damn it, she's trying to escape! Chase her!"

Da da da--

Da da da--

Bullets hit the old and rusty steps of the fire escape, sparks flying. Jill had no time to catch her breath and could only jump down into the blind spot right below the wall.

thump.

With the help of the garbage pile as a cushion, Jill rolled forward to relieve the force.