Infinity, progress from Arasaka

Dr. William's head had been squeezed to his chest by the deformed flesh and blood, and was covered by layers of flesh membranes, digested and swallowed by G's flesh and blood.

"Roar--!"

It roared, and its huge right eyeball was filled with bloodshot as it stared at the location where the gunfire originated. In response, at the wound of the broken limb, fresh flesh granulations that looked like smelly blood and intestines, along with the pulled out bone stumps, entangled, connected, and expanded with each other.

It was visible to the naked eye that the monster looked more and more ferocious.

The upper and lower bodies of the G creature, which had been broken into two, came together again. Its body swelled again, its muscles expanded again, and sharp bone spurs pierced through its spine, making it crawl on the ground with its head heavy.

It became even more deformed and completely lost its human appearance.

Bang!

The shell fell, and the soldier who pulled the trigger ejected the gun and replaced the shell.

On the rooftop of a high-rise building filled with weapon boxes with red and white umbrella-shaped logos that had not been wiped off in time, a Delta officer put down his binoculars and said to the surrounding private military contractors in a heavy tone:

"You, USF, chose it as a showcase, be careful you're screwed. You must not let this monster leave Raccoon City..."

"That's natural, but please call us MSF. USF is a thing of the past."

The MSF commander crossed his arms and said proudly.

Umbrella; Militech. Now that it is legal, their title will naturally be changed from USF to MSF (Militech Special Force M.SF).

"Our military technology is designed for this purpose. This single-soldier reusable recoilless gun is just an appetizer. Watch carefully, the development direction of recoilless weapons in the future will be revealed here."

As he spoke, the monster, whose hands and feet began to transform into monster form, suddenly leaped up, causing cracks to appear on the ground!

It was very ferocious and ugly. If one suddenly encountered such a monster in a street fight, even the fully armed Delta Force and Navy SEALs would probably be annihilated, but——

This is a firepower position set up by a modern army.

boom!

The terrifying kinetic energy impacted the body of creature G, and both the thickened keratinous flesh and proliferated bones were shattered at this moment.

The eyeball of the further enlarged right arm exploded, and the connection between the arm that evolved into a giant claw exploded into a ball of blood mist. The G creature lost its direction and slammed heavily into the wall of the building. After a muffled sound, gravel and dust flew everywhere, and it fell down and hit the ground heavily.

"In the past, in order to ensure that the only shot could hit the target, they had to take into account many factors that would affect the trajectory. Today, the integrated observation helmet, after inputting the target intelligence and magnified pictures, combined with the special optical sight and ballistic compensator, will automatically calculate the deviation of the shooting trajectory."

Following the MSF commander's explanation, at the rooftop sniper point, two former Umbrella soldiers, now MSF soldiers with military technology, wearing cool one-piece helmets, pulled the trigger of the huge rifle in their hands again with expressionless faces.

Accompanied by two deafening gunshots.

The tungsten nail bullets penetrated the air at an astonishing speed and hit the fallen G creature hard. One bullet hit G's head, and the other hit the head of William Birkin, where traces of dry yellow hair could be vaguely seen.

At the moment of impact, the ground where creature G was lying seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer and instantly cracked apart. The impact of the bullet left a deep charred bullet hole in creature G's body, surrounded by layers of cracked flesh and blood.

"This is a prototype electromagnetic weapon. Although it is still far from being lightweight enough for a single soldier to carry, it is sufficient."

"Below is a demonstration of the long-range strafing stability and continuity of the Military Technology Type 1 heavy machine gun, using a 0.70 caliber programmable stabilized tail armor-piercing discarding sabot round. As long as you can observe it, the effective range is over 4000 meters..."

bang bang bang-

“300米-10米内，是阿贾克斯1型突击步枪、防御者1型轻机枪、战术家1型霰||弹枪...的依次演示。”

...

“How exaggerated…”

tick.

In the dim cable car tunnel, an Asian woman in red with short black hair and a white coat of an Umbrella researcher knelt down and jumped off the elevator platform. She walked into the underground research institute built by Umbrella for William Birkin to study viruses, and saw that the entrance guard duty room was in ruins.

The steel structure, which should have been smooth and bright, was covered with dents. Several cables with flames hanging from the broken ceiling were crackling, and the dry warning sound continued.

"As expected, he is the genius who will lead Umbrella to transform into an arms company. This muzzle kinetic energy..."

The remaining half of BOW's body, which was no longer recognizable, was still stuck to the wall. Its head and torso were blasted with several huge charred holes by some new type of weapon. The pipelines buried deep in the wall were severely damaged, and the exploded blood splashed all over the wall.

The lights flickered.

Along the way, the spider-web-like cracked walls were full of bullet holes, as if the smell of gunpowder had not completely dissipated. The large-caliber shells, broken glass and bloody flesh of BOW mutants scattered on the ground deck made it impossible to find a place to stand.

The smell of disinfectant, rotting flesh and burnt corpses mixed in the air made the woman feel a little uncomfortable.

She continued forward, kicking away a few yellow bullet casings with her pointed high heels.

"It was a very clean sweep."

The Asian woman came to the security monitoring room of the underground research institute and took a quick look. Well, none of the surveillance cameras were working properly.

That U... no, now it should be called MSF unit named Vera Adelheid, really didn't leave any soup for her.

The woman could guess without even going down to continue checking that the other party would never let go of the virus samples and information below.

She had been waiting at the entrance of the underground research institute for a long time, and witnessed with her own eyes the group of fully armed MSF soldiers going down, followed by loud gunfire and explosions, and finally they returned to the ground carrying large and small bags of military-grade sealed metal boxes.

Except for a few surviving researchers, even William Birkin's partner, Annie Birkin, was forcibly abducted by them. During the period, Annie Birkin was still struggling and cursing unwillingly, as if she wanted to save Dr. William who had turned into a monster. Then she was shot with a toga needle and was carried away.

"Tsk tsk... you really don't know how to be gentle with women."

The woman took out the phone she carried with her and dialed.

"The first target failed. The underground research institute was cleared out by MSF. I entered safely, but the self-destruct program has been activated. I don't have time to search carefully..."

"As you expected, that woman sent more MSF troops after she legally separated from Umbrella. Some of them participated in the rescue, but most of them were to show their strength. Umbrella's UBCS has surrendered as a whole, and the exchange between the USS and the US special forces has also ceased and moved under their suppression."

"The second target, Shirley Birkin, should be our only chance."

"Or I can go pick up the bodies. The mutated Dr. William Birkin seems to be used as an arms exhibition by that woman. I can see that a lot of heavy firepower is being transferred to the school area... Oh? On the 28th, Raccoon City will be burned down? Okay, I get it."

"Two days is enough."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone, took off her white coat as a researcher, and glanced at the underground research institute where the warning lights were gradually turning on. She returned to the elevator platform, pulled out the grappling hook gun from her waist, and shot a grappling hook at the dome structure of the tunnel.

Swish.

The woman in red flew into the air.

All that was left was the empty underground laboratory and increasingly urgent warning sounds.

...

At the MSF outpost in the west of the city, Chris, who had just finished a night and a half of raiding the Umbrella Building and the City General Hospital in Raccoon City, dragged his exhausted body back to the outpost to restock his ammunition.

"Chris Redfield, congratulations, well done."

This was the greeting he heard as soon as he returned to the outpost.

"What?"

After arriving in Raccoon City on the evening of the 25th, he started fighting. He was either frantically fighting zombies or rescuing the remaining evidence of Umbrella's crimes in Raccoon City. On the way to rescue people, Chris, who had not rested all night, took off his helmet and drank mineral water with a question mark on his face.

Why are you all looking at me like this?

Those survivors who looked pale and dazed when they were rescued also looked up and gave him heartfelt smiles and gratitude.

"Where's Captain Andrelov?"

He looked around and asked, throwing down the backpack behind him.

These were all found by him in the administrators' offices in Umbrella facilities and city emergency facilities.

Just like he had done overnight and half a day in the past, every time he came back to restock his ammunition and replace his gun barrel, he would always bring a large bag with a list of evidence: for example, evidence that they had secretly experimented on living people and that they clearly knew in advance that the drinking water was contaminated.

And Chris seemed to be tireless. He was extremely concerned about this matter and never got tired of it. He never took a break and never paid attention to other things in the outside world.

"The leader has led the team to search for survivors. The executive officer has changed the mission objectives."

The MSF team commander at the sentry point stepped forward and skillfully took Chris's backpack, weighed it, and said with a sigh: "Brother Redfield, congratulations, you succeeded and became a hero of the Federation."

"???"

As Chris became more confused, the other party handed over a portable tablet computer, which read:

"All Umbrella's activities are declared illegal. Congress has passed a sanction and freeze bill against Umbrella. Director Vera Adelheid announced that the reorganization of Umbrella's California branch and the USA region has been legalized!!"

Chris snatched the portable tablet and squatted on the ammunition box, watching the recording of Vera's speech on Capitol Hill. He felt mixed emotions, especially the fact that she was telling his story in front of the whole country and the world.

Although Vera did not adapt or exaggerate his behavior, he always felt that something was wrong.

I can’t say exactly where.

Moreover, this kind of heated discussion and praise is definitely not his original intention.

Chris thought of his fallen comrades.

"At least, it was successful, wasn't it? Those bastards at Umbrella's Paris headquarters will pay the price..." He couldn't help it. He didn't know if it was because of exhaustion that he couldn't control his tears or what, but his eyes were a little moist for some reason.

Then Chris put the tablet aside and rubbed his eyes, as if this could relieve the physical and mental fatigue. Two seconds later, he opened his bloodshot eyes, stood up, and continued to organize his equipment while swallowing compressed biscuits.

"If there is enough evidence for both the House and Senate to pass, you might even be awarded a medal... Hey, what are you going to do?"

"Keep on with the mission."

Chris replenished his ammunition, loaded his grenade launcher, and carried a light individual rocket launcher. He then jumped down from the outpost position and said without looking back:

"I don't trust them. Umbrella may still be able to overturn the case. And didn't your director say that? Search and rescue survivors. I'm a former S.T.A.R.S. member. This is my job."

Damn, this guy is like a god of war.

The commander of the MSF sentinel combat team immediately stood in awe.

This guy is a real man, not a wimp who is hyped up by public opinion.

After all, MSF is a private armed force and they strictly abide by the regulations. They will try their best to save people, but they will not fight like Chris without considering themselves.

They are not trauma teams. Although it is possible to let them fight for several days and nights in a row, it is not necessary. Rotational rest is the guarantee for maintaining combat effectiveness and can effectively prevent casualties.

"Hey, Redfield, here, this should help you."

Chris turned and caught it.

"What is this?" He looked at the green and white object in his hand, which looked like an asthma inhaler.

"It's all about treating type 1. You can also think of it as a variant of combat stimulants. It's experimental and far from being marketed. It can effectively reduce fatigue."

"Thanks."

After receiving it, Chris set out again with the MSF rescue team after their rotation and rest.

The section of Raccoon Avenue connecting to Acre Scenic Boulevard in the west of the city has been cleared again and again. The road here is wide and the surrounding buildings are square, making it the best location for setting up firepower. An M2 heavy machine gun at a suitable high point is enough to block most of the block.

Scattered zombies staggered towards this side from various alleys, but they were no match for him. Chris skillfully dodged the zombie that pounced on him, then shot its head in pieces.

He ignored the zombies in other directions, and the MSF team around him skillfully dealt with them.

Along the way, collided vehicles, collapsed buildings, bloody corpses, and the remains of the large group of BOWs and mutant biochemical monsters killed by MSF last night were still vaguely visible.

Fragmented.

The whole body was covered with craters and burn marks, as well as a large puddle of black wreckage. There were trackers, T-103 Tyrants, zombie dogs, skinned lickers, and hunters that looked like green lizards...

"There will be some rain tonight. Um, artificial rainfall mixed with T-virus inhibitors... The Director is really quick."

"We must evacuate Raccoon City before the evening of the 27th... Director... No, I should call him Executive Officer. According to the instructions issued by Executive Officer Russell, at 27 pm on the 6th, the military will launch a carpet bombing of Raccoon City, and at 28 am on the 6th, the nuclear bomb will be dropped..."

"Haha, as expected. Given the situation in Raccoon City, it's better to just bomb it with a nuclear bomb..."

"Tsk, is North America going to be hit by a nuclear bomb too?"

Passing through the side streets and alleys and leaving Raccoon Street, along the way, several MSF soldiers communicated simply but vigilantly.

There wasn't much sadness in his words about the impending nuclear explosion in Raccoon City.

Chris, who was leading the charge, always felt a little irritated after listening to the words of his comrades who had been with him all night.

They had no respect for their own country, but had an extraordinary respect for Director Vera. He always felt that this was wrong.

Umbrella...

Just then, "Wait a minute, Redfield."

The MSF soldier with the communicator in the team suddenly interrupted Chris's random thoughts and asked, "News about Valentine, do you have a sister named Claire?"

"Claire?"