Infinity, progress from Arasaka

After seeing Chris in his dark, full-coverage combat uniform, Jill would have been lying if she said she wasn't surprised.

Damn, he has everything, including a heavy bulletproof vest with a deck, a fully enclosed helmet with a professional-grade breathing filter mask, night vision goggles of unprecedented models, etc. The fluorescent identification belts on his arms are very high-tech, and there's also a big gun in his hand.

It looks a bit like Kalashnikov's works, and also has some shadows of the USA military's M16 and M4 series of guns, but it is undoubtedly heavier and more angular, with a next-generation mechanical beauty. Every line is smooth and elegant, demonstrating an unparalleled level of craftsmanship.

Hanging on the side of his waist and thigh is a compact but large-caliber short-barreled assault shotgun?

"I borrowed it from Russell."

Chris is very straightforward.

As they spoke, they fired continuously. The dull and loud noise and gunfire made Jill frown, but Chris and the USF soldiers around him had already set up a firepower network forward.

"Ho! Roar!!"

Over there, in the alley that was smashed open by the huge force, the follow-up individuals of the T-103 Tyrant, which had been humiliated by the delayed operation of the self-destructive drone, walked out aggressively.

Carlos subconsciously raised his M4A1 carbine and fired a few shots.

"Okay, UBCS boy, don't join in the fun with your 5.56MM water pipe. The low-charge ordinary bullets used in urban rescue operations are useless against these BOW biological weapons. They won't be tickled to death."

A USF soldier gestured to Carlos with disgust to retreat with Jill.

Carlos: “….”

This is the truth.

The shooting noise of these USF soldiers was extremely loud. Judging from the caliber of the gun barrel, it should be only 7.62 to 7.92, but the chamber pressure of the ammunition they used was extremely high. When it hit the dark blue skin of the monsters, blood and flesh flew everywhere. One shot created a hole as big as a bowl, and the broken flesh and blood spurted all over the ground like a small fountain.

New weapons, new charges?

Damn it, this life is unbearable. We are under the same roof as Umbrella, but the other party even has new ammunition? !

Okay, you guys at USF are well-equipped, but we at UBCS are the ones who got it from a stepmother!

Carlos felt a little uncomfortable, but he just laughed at himself, turned around and chased after Jill.

Hearing the hurried footsteps behind him, Jill teased, "Hey, gentleman, are you being disliked?"

Carlos shrugged: "No way, they don't seem to need my support..."

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and while the two were talking, a shell was fired from the position where the flare was raised, and muzzle flames flickered.

The black spot pierced through the air at an astonishing speed and slammed heavily into a tyrant.

The restraining windbreaker fell off, and the tyrant, who was just beginning to expand after being freed from the restraints, didn't even have time to react before the long shell easily penetrated his skin and flesh, directly shaking off the restraint device on his chest, and leaving a charred hole as big as a human head on the front of his chest.

Boom!

The next moment, a huge cloud of black smoke wrapped in a fireball rose from the building behind the tyrant, and glass shards and stones flew everywhere, mixed with broken flesh and blood and torn windbreaker fabric.

Hissssss——

In the distance, two more groups of firing points began to spew out tongues of flame, forming cross fire. Dense bullets poured down like heavy rain, making a sharp whistling sound.

This time, Carlos heard it.

He and Jill looked at each other and said in unison: "MaDeuce (Laoganma)!"

The M2 Browning heavy machine gun, a family heirloom of the U.S. military, is an antique that has been in service for more than half a century. Carlos and Jill are very familiar with the sound of its gunfire.

The 12.7×99mm armor-piercing incendiary bullet created dazzling sparks of blood and flesh on the tyrant's body.

Just like a craftsman using an eye-gouging knife to peel a pineapple, the several tyrants that rushed out had their skin, flesh, tendons and bones peeled off in an instant, regardless of whether the restrictions were lifted or not, and a large area of ​​blood was splashed.

It turns into honeycomb briquettes that are dark blue with a hint of reddish pink.

The two tyrants whose upper limbs had just mutated had their kneecaps broken and were forced to kneel on the ground. One of the tyrants turned around, picked up a scrapped car on the side of the road, and pretended to smash it towards where Chris was.

"стрелять (fire)!"

Several more rockets with tail flames were fired.

The two tyrants whose lower limbs were cut off were hit by another bullet before they could repair their limbs. The tyrant that was trying to lift the car was even worse off. One bullet detonated the car's fuel tank, and another bullet directly knocked off its head. With the explosion, the burning headless corpse fell to the ground.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Chris had already approached, less than ten meters away from the tyrant in the front row. He raised the assault rifle code-named "Copperhead" and fired bullets one after another at the tyrant's head, whose chest was pierced by the recoilless rifle, one shot after another, until the skull was shattered and the brain tissue was messed up.

boom!

The new armor-piercing explosive tandem single-headed bullet hit another tyrant's head, splashing a cloud of blood mist. It was other USF soldiers who took action.

With the relevant intelligence in hand and Chris, a survivor of the battle against BOW, telling them about their actual combat experience, the USF soldiers followed the regulations for supplementary shooting and worked closely together, either holding "Tactician" or "Defender" light machine guns, to dismember and split the BOW that entered Raccoon Avenue one by one.

Literally dismembered.

They were treated equally whether they were lying down or not. They hit the head first, smashing it until it was separated from the torso, then hit the limbs, and finally threw napalm accelerators and thermite grenades.

Acting extremely sophisticated.

Or rather, they should be that sophisticated.

Biological and chemical weapons and BOW are all about surprise and psychological intimidation. With sufficient intelligence, psychological preparation and experience, and with sufficient armaments, BOW may be even easier to deal with than humans.

“How brutal.”

In the distance, on a half-collapsed two-story rooftop where an M2 heavy machine gun and a recoilless gun were mounted, Carlos and Jill, who were picked up by the USF, were sighing.

Ten minutes ago, they were being chased and had no way out, looking very miserable.

Gunfire continued.

Jill saw that the operators who had never seen the new recoilless rifles and rocket launchers seemed to be constantly recording.

Listening to their conversation, it seemed that they were discussing the setting parameters, such as how much the penetration and time-delay fuses should be set. Like weapons testers, they kept writing down suggestions for improvements in a small notebook.

"You are Jill, give the things to me."

"...good."

Nodding, Jill handed the backpack containing the evidence of Umbrella's crimes in Raccoon City collected by S.T.A.R.S. to the USF soldier in front of him, and emphasized: "Please protect it. Umbrella's bastards must be destroyed..."

Because he blurted out a curse word, Jill paused for a moment, looked at the umbrella-shaped logo on the USF, coughed, and quickly changed his words, "Ahem, I mean them, the hostile Umbrella."

"I know."

After opening his backpack and taking a quick look, the USF who seemed to be in command said calmly, "Umbrella...soon we won't be one."

Without thinking too much about the deep meaning of these words, Jill looked at him and said, "Can you give me a gun? Those bastards who are chasing me are not BOWs, but living people employed by Umbrella. They will definitely not..."

"Oh, it's the guys from UTS. Those hyenas are specialized in destroying evidence, eliminating individuals who are detrimental to the company, and other dirty work. Ignore them, they won't hunt you down anymore."

After saying that, he looked at the other side of the firing point: in front of several USF technicians who were carrying communication backpacks with antennas and operating some kind of tablets, there was a burly man holding a microphone and saying something.

"That's our leader. The UTS hunting you down should be resolved."

With doubts, Jill walked over. As soon as he got closer, he could hear the other person speaking something in Russian.

"Oh? You are the woman that Redfield was talking about. You are indeed very heroic. Any problem?"

After a while, he put down the phone, looked at Jill, and spoke in English this time, still with a Russian accent.

"How did you solve that UTS?"

Jill asked, and then she seemed to realize that it was inappropriate to ask this question, so she said, "If it's not convenient, just pretend I didn't ask."

"The Director admires the Redfield brothers, so it's okay to tell you."

Because he was fully armed, Jill couldn't see his face. The sturdy man said generously, "It's nothing more than building relationships with Umbrella's armed forces. Many of them and I are the same kind of people who came out to make a living after the incident in 91. And now that I'm doing better, I'm just taking advantage of the situation to pressure them."

He asked, "Do you know who Redfield and I are working for in Raccoon City?"

"Who?"

"The head of the Umbrella USA region, the director of the Black Umbrella Department, and the first director of the California branch, Ms. Vera Adelheid Russell."

As he spoke, he pointed to the team that had joined from the other side of the firing point on the floor. In the team, there were several people wearing white coats or suits, with red and white umbrella-shaped pins on their collars.

Undoubtedly, they are the research institute staff and administrative personnel of Umbrella's branch in Raccoon City.

In the middle team, several USF soldiers carrying highly sealed military laboratory-grade silver briefcases looked at the burly man, glanced at Jill, an outsider, and spoke only after seeing the captain nod:

"Captain Andrelov, the 'search and rescue' of the Raccoon City Central Hospital and the Umbrella Raccoon Building is complete. These are the 'survivors' who are willing to expose the conspiracy of William Birkin and the board of directors to the Director."

"Very good, keep it safe and take it out."

Andrelov then turned around and looked at Jill, "It's that simple. I told my old comrades in UTS that the Umbrella ship is going to sink, and no one can control the Raccoon City situation. Do you want to take our director's ship and survive without being liquidated? And they agreed."

"You may not know this yet. Just now, the Umbrella USA region has officially announced its separation from the Paris headquarters."

Andrelov handed over something square.

Jill looked closely.

It looked like a separate LCD screen with a clear picture and some small squares displayed on it. As Andrelov clicked on one of the squares, an interface like TV news appeared.

The scene seems to be an airport, San Francisco Airport. Countless reporters are surrounding a tall woman with light blonde hair, and the scene is bustling.

Andrelov amplified the sound.

Although it was still noisy due to the roar of gunfire nearby, it was enough for Jill to hear the message clearly.

"I, Vera Adelheid Russell, as a member of the Umbrella Board of Directors, officially announce that the Umbrella California Branch and the USA Region will be separated from the Umbrella Paris Headquarters effective immediately."

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Chapter 032 Umbrella Falls

"...Umbrella's California branch and the USA region will be separated from Umbrella's Paris headquarters from now on."

Outside Terminal 3 of San Francisco International Airport, reporters from various newspapers gathered. As the explosive announcement of the split of Umbrella Corporation was made, flashes of light were lit up and shutter clicks sounded.

Amid the gunfire, Vera turned her head away after finishing her speech. The black-clad bodyguard leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Director, Captain Andrelov of Raccoon City has picked up the survivors of S.T.A.R.S."

"Well, I see."

Vera nodded slightly, then frowned slightly, and nodded to the reporters present with a formal expression of worry and anger.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the questioning session ends here. As a responsible company employee and citizen, I cannot turn a blind eye to the disaster that occurred in Raccoon City. Even though the conflict between me and William Birkin has never disappeared, after all, he and I were once in the same company. The Raccoon City incident has already happened, and there is no doubt about it. Now, I will not escape it. The California branch and I will contribute our share of strength to help Raccoon City overcome the difficulties."

The bodyguard team, realizing their employer's intention, immediately stepped forward and separated the reporters together with the SFPD airport police who were maintaining order. Vera took this opportunity to walk towards the Boeing 777 special plane that had been waiting on the airport runway for a long time and was painted with a red and white umbrella-shaped logo.

"Director Russell, as a company employee, executive, and director, is it legal for you to unilaterally leave the headquarters and the board of directors?"

"Director Russell, why was your first reaction after the Raccoon City incident to announce your separation from the Paris headquarters? Is there a hidden secret behind this..."

……

Vera naturally ignored the reporters who were shouting questions.

I called you here so that I could tell you information, not for you to ask me questions.

They are indeed American journalists. It is not without reason that various American TV dramas portray them as high-risk groups and troublemakers. The questions they ask are more pointed than the last, and they speak without restraint and without thinking. Some tabloid reporters do not forget to steer the questions into scandals even at this time.

Click.

After walking up the ladder and boarding the special plane, the cabin door closed, and the worry and anger on Vera's face suddenly disappeared.

Snapped!

“These reporters.”

Sitting in the comfortable luxury seat, fastening her seat belt, Vera pouted her lips. Of course, she would not get angry with the reporters.

This is their job for a living. Within the rules, they are free to ask whatever questions they want, and it is also Vera's freedom to answer or not.

Of course, if any reporter were to steal, invade privacy, or use shady tactics, Vera would make him feel the iron fist of a monopoly capitalist.

Including but not limited to having him diagnosed as mentally ill on the spot, being subjected to various violations in the mental hospital, and then hanging himself, with a one-stop service until his burial.

"You old-timers in the media industry, I'll let you call the shots for a while. You'll have a chance to get involved."