Infinity, progress from Arasaka

This is really her fault.

Although she was not objectively or subjectively involved in any work related to virology or BOW, and had not designed prosthetic plug-ins specifically for deformed creatures, she made money for Umbrella.

No matter which department makes the money, Umbrella's annual income will increase with it.

Although a lot of it was taken by Vera, and some of it was withheld and invested in other areas because of Vera's existence, the board of directors will definitely increase investment in the research institutes in Raccoon City, Paris, and Africa with the increased value.

Not to mention that old bastard Spencer doesn't like public accounts so much that he secretly embezzled company funds and used them for virus research.

Vera has more opportunities to take advantage of the situation.

Some things can't be weighed even if they weigh four ounces, and they can't be weighed even if they weigh a thousand kilograms.

Before the Umbrella incident, what was wrong with the chairman embezzling some money? After the incident, many people in the Western money society would sympathize with Vera and be cheated by an old man like Spencer.

"Someone, prepare the car and go to the airport. I need to fly to Washington."

Vera picked up the microphone and informed the secretariat. While speaking, her eyes were fixed on the images taken by the reconnaissance drone.

The Nemesis-α parasite in the body of the torn tracker has begun to secrete some kind of biochemical substance, which means it is entering the "second stage".

"Andrelov, prioritize dealing with the mutating BOW. My analysis AI model suggests that I should destroy the BOW while it is still in human form, destroying its head, torso, and parasites. Allowing it to mutate often means uncontrollable and unknown risks."

Vera couldn't help but do some micro-manipulation and reminded him using the AI ​​model as an excuse.

It couldn't stand the fact that its subordinates didn't finish off the enemy completely and just let the enemy "grow".

"Yes!"

USF Mobile Team 4, Andrelov's voice came from the receiver.

...

Boom boom boom boom——

Explosions continued to sound, and the surrounding blocks seemed to be caught in some kind of chaotic symphony.

Bang bang.

The sound of fast running.

"Hey, miss, your partner is really rich... That thing, is it a drone... Use a drone to carry bombs... When I was at the UBCS training base, I heard from the higher-ups that we might equip this new thing to assist in reconnaissance. But you know, after being sent here, the matter of equipping it is naturally reimbursed..."

Carlos knocked a zombie that had climbed over the barbed wire along the way to the ground with the butt of his gun.

boom!

"Hey, just call me Jill." Jill shot the zombie in the head again, "I don't know where Chris found the Umbrella troops from."

"OK, Jill."

Carlos said affirmatively: "I think your friend must have taken a ride with the California branch. Only the California branch is so rich."

While running, Carlos looked back at the sky at the end of the alley. Over there, thick smoke billowed, explosions continued, and a group of bomb-loaded drones were attacking to delay those biological monsters... Really, he already had a premonition of how miserable it would be for a pure infantry like him on the battlefield of the future.

"Don't look at it anymore. We're almost at Raccoon Avenue."

Following Chris's advice, Jill and Carlos chose the alleys and crossed the buildings in the block to move towards Raccoon Avenue. A zombie dog infected with the T virus heard the noise and stopped eating the corpse. It raised its head and was shot in the head by Jill with two shots!

At this moment, boom——!

An exceptionally violent explosion sounded from the block behind, deafening and bringing with it a gust of air that pushed them back. Feeling the vibration transmitted from the ground, Jill and Carlos looked back and saw a mushroom cloud of smoke and flames rising, and broken gravel falling from the sky like a drizzle that was gradually decreasing.

"That's really cool. I'm afraid it's an aerial bomb."

...

"Hold!"

On the top floor of a building a hundred meters away from where Jill was, the window glass was shattered. A silver-haired man wearing a UBCS tactical jacket angrily shook off the broken glass on his clothes and slammed his fist against the wall.

About fifty meters below where he was, the tracker who had removed the restraint suit and suppression device and was still mutating and repairing his damaged body half a minute ago had disappeared.

The streets were beyond recognition, the surrounding electric poles and roadside trees were uprooted, the collapsed buildings, scattered debris, and overturned vehicles made the scene a mess and filled with smoke and dust.

Just like being hit hard by a demolition hammer, the sunken and broken ground was covered with dark red and charred bloodstains radiating from the explosion point, mixed with a few black unknown objects that were burning with crackling sounds.

beep.

Picking up the intercom, he said with a sinister look, "Tracker-02 has lost all signs of life and is completely dead. S.T.A.R.S. member Jill Valentine is still alive, and her escort has arrived."

...

Somewhere in the eastern corner of Raccoon City.

"What's the noise?"

"Has the city gas station been blown up?"

"Not likely. There were gunshots and explosions just now. Was it UBCS?"

The explosion was particularly harsh and noticeable in the chaotic Raccoon City. The fully armed men and women who were moving in the shadows and heading against the tide into the city stopped and looked at each other.

They all wore highly personalized, non-standard pure black combat uniforms, combat boots, protective vests with different levels of protection, gas masks, and red and white umbrella-shaped armbands on their shoulders.

"Lupo?" They all looked at the tall woman who was leading the group.

"..." The wolf mother lowered her head, held the earphone, and seemed to be communicating with her superiors. She just nodded silently. Then, she looked up and looked around at her teammates. Under the transparent gas mask covering her face, her expression seemed to be involuntarily filled with worry.

"Everyone, the mission has changed."

She said slowly in a hoarse voice: "The USF troops from the California branch of the USA have intervened in Raccoon City. The wording is vague, but one thing is certain: the situation is hostile."

"During this mission, our Delta team seems to have been involved in a serious conflict among high-level executives of the company."

...

Raccoon City Street.

"Chris, I'm on Raccoon City Street!"

The hustle and bustle of the street, the chaotic barbed wire defenses that had been pushed down, the police cars and ambulances that had collided in a chain, were like a tangle of difficult-to-untangle threads, entangled together. Jill, who was struggling to cross the alley, felt increasingly depressed.

She fired several shots and blew the head of the zombie that crawled out of the overturned vehicle into pieces. As agreed, she walked onto the street and waved in the direction of the building at the coordinate point Chris mentioned.

call out!

Soon, she saw a flare fired from the top of a building in response.

hum…

A black dot flew quickly towards Jill's direction, and just when Jill relaxed, bang!

There was a very dull gunshot. Although she was not hit, Jill immediately retreated. Carlos pulled her back to the shelter. "Ah--!" accompanied by a painful howl, a figure and a gun fell from the house across the street, and he was dead in an instant.

The sweatshirt, combat vest, and umbrella badge belonged to the guys who came to silence Jill.

"Fuck! They're going to kill me too?"

"Jill, use the smoke bombs and walk along the street. We have basically cleared out the zombies for you." The drone arrived and Chris's hurried voice came through. He should be running.

"it is good."

After tightening his shoulder straps, Jill and Carlos exchanged a glance. Then Carlos put out his cigarette and the two ran towards the direction of the flare.

boom! !

boom! !

The dull sound of gunfire continued to ring out. For the first time, Jill felt so relaxed. Along the way, since entering Raccoon Avenue, she felt that there were at least five sniper teams staring at her. All the zombies that came out of the alleys were shot in the head immediately.

"I see you!"

Not from a drone speaker, but a roar from across the intersection.

Jill looked over in surprise and saw a group of armed men whose equipment was several blocks ahead of all the troops she had met in Raccoon City. One of the figures was waving at her.

"Chris, the reconnaissance team reported that they saw those BOWs in windbreakers seemed to have lifted their restrictions and were about to enter Raccoon Street."

"Captain Andrelov asked us to get out of the way to avoid accidental injuries from splash damage."

This was the conversation that Jill and Carlos heard as they ran over.

BOW, are you coming?

"Roar!"

Bang! A concrete wall on the side alley of the street was breached, the barbed wire was blown away, and a huge dark-skinned giant rumbled out. It was the T-103 Tyrant!

Just as Jill was about to speak to remind them to be careful, there was a buzz!

A fiery track came from afar and hit the tyrant fiercely. The raging flames produced by the explosion flickered in the bloodstains of torn blue-black flesh.

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Chapter 031 Split

Accompanied by a sharp howl caused by the friction of air flow, boom!

The explosion was so close, less than fifteen meters away, and the deafening sound almost made Jill lose his hearing.

pat.

"Fuck!"

With a look of pain on his face, Jill rolled over to avoid the flying debris and hot tiny metal objects.

Wow! The scorching heat from the explosion was accompanied by a visible shock wave, and the dust was so thick that people couldn't help but squint their eyes.

"Jill, are you okay?" At this time, Chris finally rushed over, pulled Jill up, and protected her behind him in a half-squatting position with a gun in hand.

Then he briefly exchanged glances with the man who had crawled up next to him, with messy hair, a thick beard, and red and white Umbrella logo shoulder straps, and nodded in thanks.

"What do you call it?"

"Carlos Oliveira."

While the two were talking, the flames from the explosion disappeared, revealing a T-103 Tyrant that was almost blown in two and collapsed on the ground.

Its entire chest cavity exploded!

The red, wriggling flesh and broken ribs and spine were revealed under the dark blue skin, but the tyrant did not die immediately. Instead, he continued to cough up blood and roared ferociously in the direction of Jill.

With a sizzle, the remaining muscles swelled and burst, gushing out blood.

"Again?"

Jill knew that this was the nature of BOW, the "second stage", but the next moment, without her warning, bang! Gunshots, bang bang! ! Two more shots followed.

A shot to the head, the .50 caliber high-energy bullet penetrated the face, the tyrant's skull exploded, and a rain of blood sprinkled in a fan shape. The remaining half of the lower jawbone was not spared. The second shot shattered the part above the tyrant's neck, and the third shot broke the last joint of the spine and ribs.

Click.

There was a sound of the pull ring being pulled out and the pressure plate popping out. Jill looked in the direction of the sound and saw a USF soldier traveling with Chris throwing a red-painted grenade. Fierce!

The astonishing flames and high temperatures generated by the explosion ignited the tyrant's remaining flesh and blood.

It's a thermite grenade.

"Don't look at it, Jill."

Chris patted Jill's shoulder and tapped her backpack. "The collected evidence will be collected by someone from USF in a while. You should retreat to our temporary base in the city and bandage it first."

"Huh... Damn, where did you get this cool outfit? It looks like Terminator. Are they all Umbrella?"

Although Chris still didn't take off his helmet, the familiar action and familiar voice made Jill, who had just escaped death and witnessed the tragic death of that damn BOW, feel rare pleasure. Her tense nerves finally relaxed a little and she made a rare joke.