Infinity, progress from Arasaka

He held down the young Leon with one hand, and Leon groaned in pain. The other's hand, really, felt like an iron clamp! It was too hard! It made his shoulder bones ache!

He released Leon and picked up Shirley, ignoring her crying. "We have rescued your mother, Annie, but because of your special identities, Executive Officer Vera Adelheid wants to see you."

"No, I don't want to... I don't want to see Vera Adelheid. She is a bad person. She is the one who made my father ignore me, stop coming home, and stop loving me! I don't want to! It's because of her..."

After injecting a small amount of sedatives with a slight anesthetic effect, causing the girl to fall asleep, he pressed the earphone and dialed the secret frequency. While walking forward quickly, he spoke in a voice that was inaudible to outsiders:

"Boss, mission accomplished. G-creature 'William' has been eliminated. No signs of life have been found. The remains have been destroyed by high temperature. The mission targets in Raccoon City have also been basically eliminated. Special target Ada Wang has been released as per your order. Over."

"very good."

Vera's cold voice came from the headset.

"The operation is over. Leave Raccoon City in an orderly manner. This city is no longer valuable. It would be a waste to have you take part in this image-building project of saving lives."

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PS: As long as you don’t take leave, you will definitely have it.

Oh, I feel like I’m back to the old days of staying up late. Those who come here for old books know it all... Well, it’s a bit late, sorry.

Chapter 038 Vera is a 'conscientious' capitalist

In just half a day, Vera's instructions were effectively implemented.

The MSF, which inherited and retained the efficient centralized command style of the CCCP and KGB before 1991, was extremely efficient. After taking in the largest group of survivors stranded at the Raccoon City Police Department, the MSF outpost on Raccoon Avenue in the west of the city began to retreat, and personnel gradually left the city.

The Umbrella Pharmaceutical Factory in Colorado, which was taken over by Vera, immediately worked overtime after receiving the finished T virus inhibitors transferred from MSF. The first batch of special rain-making rockets filled with inhibitors have also arrived in the suburbs of Raccoon City.

A search and rescue helicopter painted with MILITECH, a black background with yellow stripes, and a new V-shaped logo nested in a square circled back and forth over the city, continuously broadcasting that the "Raccoon City Emergency Sterilization Operation" had been passed by both the Senate and the House of Representatives, and the presidential decree had been signed and officially came into effect.

Many mainstream media in the USA were invited to witness this horrific scene of devastation on the search and rescue helicopter brigade dispatched by Militech.

Live broadcast of images: burning buildings, abandoned vehicles, bloody corpses, wandering corpses...

This silenced a large number of people in society who had strongly protested against Congress's plan to drop nuclear bombs on their own land, especially the people of Colorado, whose attitude almost changed 180 degrees, from marching in protest to marching in support.

I thought it was an exaggeration, but it turned out to be true, and it could continue to get worse!

It is better to destroy this kind of thing with a nuclear bomb to prevent it from coming out and harming people.

Vera would certainly not miss such a good opportunity to publicize it. From the helicopter's bird's-eye view, a large number of MSF soldiers were escorting the survivors to escape from Raccoon City. Some soldiers were holding children, and some were saving citizens from the mouths of zombies...

Although UBCS wore Umbrella's red and white umbrella armband, the sight of everyone injured in Raccoon City rescuing and fighting the biological disaster has led to more voices online saying that Umbrella is not all bad.

In any case, Vera will never admit that the IP addresses of the users who quoted and first made this statement are in California.

The effect was immediate, and the criticism against Washington and the White House gradually disappeared.

Vera's former senior classmate who is now the Speaker of the House of Representatives sent a private "like" and Simmons, as the proposer of "nuclear bomb sterilization", also expressed his gratitude.

Her subjective means of exonerating herself also objectively reduced Simmons' pressure a lot.

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hum...bum...

In the early morning of September 9, the sound of vehicle engines starting up and the whooshing roar of special rain-making rockets being launched had been heard for more than half an hour. At the military technology evacuation point on Acre Scenic Avenue in the west of the city, Chris stood quietly in the rain, listening to the harsh sound of the wind.

The sobs of survivors passing by, the loud scolding of CDC inspectors, the sirens of state police maintaining order, and the roar of vehicles used by the National Guard to set up blockades...

"elder brother."

Wearing a raincoat, Claire stepped forward, her handsome but tired face full of worry.

"I'm fine, Claire."

Chris took off his helmet and turned sideways. Two days and one night of continuous fighting had left his hair disheveled, his beard untidy, his eye sockets slightly sunken, his face pale, his lips dry, and his expression a little dull, looking unusually haggard.

Claire stressed, "You should get some sleep!"

"Forget it, Claire, you can't persuade him. He will definitely say, 'We've been through this for so long, there's no need to rush.'" Jill came over at this time. She had already changed out of her MSF protective suit. She was wearing a raincoat and holding a bottle of mineral water. She patted Claire's shoulder gently, and then threw the bottle of mineral water at Chris.

Chris forced a smile, took the mineral water, and just looked at Raccoon City.

In the sky above, there were rescue helicopters hovering and evacuating with their lights and indicator lights flashing. Below, there were urban buildings plunged into complete darkness. To ensure safety, the city's power supply had been disconnected.

"I want to take one last good look at it. The city where I have devoted the first half of my life..." she said.

Boom!

The catalyst of the rain-making rockets began to take effect. The dark clouds, which had been cloudy and rainy recently, began to roll. After the deafening thunder, lightning illuminated the dark night sky into a pale white.

Tick-tick, the rain hits the supporting curtain of the vehicle, making a crackling sound that becomes louder and louder, splashing water on the asphalt road, making a rapid and intensive sound, washing the road surface.

Chris let the cold rain hit his face and sniffed. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect or he was too tired, but he seemed to really smell the scent of T virus inhibitor.

An MSF detachment commander informed: "Chris Redfield, Executive Officer Russell wants to speak to you."

Chris turned around, nodded, and walked towards the extraction point.

Claire and Jill looked at each other, "Brother, is that true? He risked his life to see her and was almost beaten to death by Umbrella guards..." The evacuation point had internet, electricity and equipment. Claire already knew how famous her brother was now.

"perhaps."

Chris said bitterly. He didn't want to be famous at all.

That group of reporters was so annoying, which was why he was still wearing MSF gear, to avoid the reporters.

"Long time no see, Mr. Redfield."

When Chris arrived at the MSF command room at the evacuation point, he saw on the huge LCD screen in the center that the tall, majestic, and radiant figure of Vera Adelheid had turned her head and moved her gaze to him.

Yes, tall and majestic, this is the feeling Vera Adelheid gives Chris.

She is always neatly dressed, upright and serious, speaks elegantly and is polite, without the slightest hint of charm or seduction.

"CEO Russell."

"Just call me Vera. I think this friendship is enough for us to be friends."

Vera rested her elbows on the table, leaned forward, crossed her fingers into fists, moved her eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "I will keep my promise. The door to military technology will always be open to you, including real estate in San Francisco, Washington, New York, and Los Angeles, which is equivalent to your salary for 25 years of working at STARS..."

"enough."

Chris interrupted Vera, "I said, I don't need any reward from you. I just want Umbrella to pay the price for its actions."

Vera was not annoyed. "This is you. And I am me. I am willing to give it to you. Don't rush to refuse. This is not pity, nor is it charity. It is equivalent to your salary for 25 years of working at STARS. Your sister is still in college. I will be responsible for her student loan. At the same time, do you have any idea of ​​continuing your studies?"

Vera did not say the last sentence to Chris, but to Claire who was walking in.

"Ah I?"

She pointed at herself in surprise.

"Yes, which school do you want to go to? I can help you write a letter of introduction."

When she said this, Vera looked at Chris again. He was indeed in a struggle. It didn't matter if he suffered, but he couldn't let his sister suffer with him.

After their parents died, the two siblings grew up together and went to college. Chris hadn't paid off his student loans yet, and the financial pressure was great. He also hoped that Claire would go to a better university.

Without giving Chris time to think, Vera bluntly announced the next thing, "Before October 10, I will send someone to pick you up in Washington, and the president will meet you at the White House and present you with a medal. This is what you deserve."

"Claire, take your brother down to rest."

Not knowing the full picture of the matter, and without time to digest such a huge amount of information, Claire looked at the MSF soldiers in the room who were looking at her at the same time, and then looked at Vera on the screen who was smiling elegantly and obviously wanted to talk about other things. She gestured to her brother to rest, and Claire chose to help her brother to rest.

"Get some rest, Chris."

Vera watched the brother and sister disappear at the door. "Well, let's talk about your contract standards, USS." She cast her cold eyes at the eight people standing in the corner of the room.

The six members of the USS Delta team have torn off the Umbrella shoulder straps.

And two members of the Alpha Team who were wearing pure black combat uniforms, Kevlar bulletproof helmets, and red-eyed fly-head gas masks.

Vera fixed her eyes on Alpha who was in the front row.

"I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Hank."

...

"Chris, that's Vera Adelheid, the person you persuaded to uncover Umbrella's crimes?"

Jill seemed quite surprised. "Hey, even though that woman looks like she's not someone you'd want to mess with, why don't we go to her for military technology? The RPD (Raccoon City Police Department) is gone anyway..." She stepped forward and poked Chris teasingly with her elbow.

"No, we are not the same kind of people. I...it's not that I dislike her, but I always feel that she puts too much pressure on me."

"The pressure is high. Um... it's quite high." Claire also interjected at the right time: "It feels better than the old-fashioned principal of my school..."

As their voices faded away.

"Ugh..."

With a sad face, Leon sat on the empty ammunition box, "This is not what I imagined going to work is like..." He raised his head and looked up at Raccoon City under the rain. Yes, the RPD is gone. Where can he find a job in the future?

"You are still young, you can apply for a job at another police station."

It was the black sheriff Marvin. He handed Leon a cup of hot coffee and sat next to him. "After this crisis, I think the federal government will not sit idly by and wait for death. It will definitely set up a relevant response agency. People like us who have experience in response may be given preferential treatment."

As he spoke, Marvin looked at Leon's immature face and said, "Of course, if you don't want to live like this anymore, you can also choose to change your job, like..." His eyes glanced at the area around the evacuation point, where there were fully armed MSF soldiers holding various unlisted high-tech equipment.

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Late night in Washington.

Former Umbrella, now the Military Technology Division Building.

Vera, who had just finished a remote video conference, walked into her office while thinking about the problem.

Why sleep? The office in the building must be brightly lit and work all night.

Raccoon City is still suffering from the disaster. As one of the parties involved, she must be sad and anxious.

Leaning back in the big chair, Vera stretched lazily, "Hmm?" Her eyes accidentally swept across the waxed wooden tabletop, and Vera suddenly became alert. She seemed to be too energetic, which didn't seem like the kind of person who worked late at night and was overly worried about what the citizens of Raccoon City would encounter.

Do the whole show.

"Hey, I have to call a makeup artist to make me look like I have kidney deficiency... How about I try to learn it myself?"

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PS: I slept until noon. Well, there is still one chapter to be completed today. I will try to finish 10,000 chapters tomorrow.

Chapter 039 Vera, set up a biochemical crisis defense organization

Vera raised her head and looked at the end of the city.

January 9, 28:5 am.

Rumble, rumble——

Fire, smoke, explosions...

After several hours, the stockpile-clearing carpet firebombing ceased.

The howling of zombies that had been echoing in the city like the tide had mostly disappeared at this moment. Raccoon City had been engulfed in a raging fire. The scorching air waves caused by the raging fire and the local circulation of the Arklay Mountains were intertwined, like a red tide, and the sky and the earth were red.

The Umbrella Chemical Plant, sales office, Raccoon headquarters building, general hospital, substation, sewage treatment plant, waste treatment plant... all suspected areas of virus outbreaks were bombed into ruins and burned to ashes.

And this is just an appetizer.

Five minutes later, buzz!

A dazzling ball of light with a long tail cut through the sky with a whistling sound and instantly hit the burning center of Raccoon City.

Just like the strong light radiated by millions of suns at the same time, the entire city was instantly engulfed by a huge expanding fireball, and everything was reduced to dust. In response, the screen began to vibrate violently, with white mosaics and blinding sounds intermittently, and the TV fell silent in an instant, and a mushroom cloud of red and black intersected and rose into the sky...

Vera looked away.

ended.

With the help of the Pentagon generals, Simmons' proposal, and Vera's supplement, they first diluted the T virus with artificial rainfall inhibitors to reduce the activity of organisms infected by the T virus, and then did business with the Air Force generals to help them clear the inventory of old incinerated bombs. This was the finale that would truly reassure the bigwigs in Washington.

"Gasification nuclear bomb, good stuff." She murmured.

She looked at the information the Pentagon gave her. This was a new type of gasified nuclear device bomb developed by the military. It had the same power as ordinary nuclear weapons, but also reduced radioactive contamination to an extremely low level.