Infinity, progress from Arasaka

After stacking the three wolf carcasses beside the trail with his teammates, clearing a clearing and throwing out thermite arson grenades to set them on fire, Chris's already toughened and masculine face reflected the firelight. He said in a deep voice, "We can't dispatch the Middle East garrison to search directly, so let's go in as a small team to collect evidence first."

"This is the Caucasus. The geopolitical relationship is too complicated. Washington has concerns."

In the Caucasus region, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Chechnya, and Russia were all member states of the old CCCP. They were brothers in the past, but they fought without mercy after the separation. The Second Chechen War broke out here less than a year ago.

At this point in time, it is really difficult for the USA to come here.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. What should we do if the Russians get stressed?

Being incorporated into the official system early has the advantage of formalization, but naturally there are also disadvantages of being official.

Because the BSAA in this timeline was established ahead of time under the guidance of Wei.

Compared to the original work where the Pharmaceutical Alliance set up the organization and the United Nations took over, the BSAA in this world was first set up by the Washington authorities. The Pharmaceutical Alliance provided financial sponsorship and an advisory team, and then expanded to other regions with the defense operations. Only then was a special Joint Command and Coordination Committee set up in the United Nations.

There is no doubt that the USA has a stronger military color and is more deeply influenced by Washington.

It is unlikely that Russia will allow the US armed forces, in a different skin, to enter the Caucasus region in a big way.

Even if it's anti-biochemical, it should be their BSAA that does it.

This involves the dispute over international discourse power.

"Damn it! Those creepers from Umbrella's sewers are really good at finding places!"

After thinking it through, Jill vented unhappily, "Looking at it this way, I am now certain that Umbrella definitely has a secret research institute here. But we are so few in number. What if we can't wipe them out in one go, and alert the enemy and let the Umbrella criminals escape again?"

"There is another way. I have requested support from military technology."

Chris said, "I used the personal business card that Vera Adelheid gave me. Only once, top priority, Militech will respond immediately, with their military strength and their gradually expanding military contracting business around the world, there's still enough time." He looked at Jill and added.

"The CEO of Military Science?"

Jill frowned slightly.

"You still used it?" Then, she curled her lips and said with a sigh, "Huh... I remember she admired you very much and wanted to bring you into the military contracting business department of the Military Science... Since you owe her such a big favor, are you going to retire and join the Military Science after hunting down the remnants of Umbrella?"

Chris doesn't want to owe Vera any more favors, and Jill is well aware of this. Facing the teasing of his teammates within BSAA, Chris has made it clear many times that he will not go to the military science department.

After the White House award ceremony on October 1998, 10, he never contacted Vera again, except for sending emails out of courtesy on necessary holidays.

"It's not a solution to keep holding it in your hand."

The tough lines on his face were a little stretched. Chris could see the teasing in Jill's eyes and the surrounding teammates who had come over after hearing the topic. He couldn't help but sigh, "It will be used eventually."

In his opinion, Vera owed him nothing.

He just told Vera the truth and past facts about Raccoon City and Umbrella.

On the contrary, Vera, because of a postman delivering a letter, was awarded a medal in the White House, his family escaped poverty, his sister Claire was recommended to enter an Ivy League university, BSAA was established, the military science department sponsored BSAA, and sometimes got preferential treatment in arms procurement contracts...

Chris couldn't enjoy all this with a clear conscience.

Although he was forced by his superiors to attend every time BSAA drafted an arms procurement contract with the Military Science Institute, and BSAA did benefit from it and was able to better combat biological and chemical terrorist activities, but... this must stop!

Even if it means that BSAA is spending more money normally, it must stop.

Really, if he continued to owe favors, he would feel like he was being kept by someone.

Due to information asymmetry, perhaps someone has forgotten about this matter temporarily, but Chris could not forget it and was very troubled by this problem. He looked at the well-made Military Science SG submachine gun with a long-barreled silencer in his hand, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.

"I'll go and thank her in person! Aside from joining the military, I'll help her with anything she needs!"

Anyway, he will not join any private enterprise of a profit-making nature.

Chris's embarrassed look made Jill cover her mouth and laugh.

"Will you help if it's against the law?" she asked jokingly.

Chris looked sour.

He chose not to answer this question.

"Alright, alright, you two, on a mission."

It's Barry Burton.

"Hopefully we can catch those Umbrella bastards this time."

The experienced cowboy, who was also a former STARS member of the Raccoon City Police Department, raised his eyebrows. While using the same T-virus suppression spray as Jill to clean up the traces, he put his well-maintained .44 caliber Magnum revolver into the holster.

In this timeline, the fate of many people has been changed.

"Be careful, yes, we must not let our guard down."

It's Brad Vickers.

An old STARS teammate, this man, holding a fully modified D2 Copperhead assault rifle and carrying a large backpack, stood at the edge of the team with a vigilant look in his eyes. "This crappy place reminds me of the Arklay Mountains. Absolutely, absolutely, we can't lose people due to carelessness again!"

"Hey, Brad...relax, you are already familiar with the characteristics of zombies, there is nothing to be nervous about." Jill said.

She had forgiven Brad for his temporary retreat in Raccoon City.

Although he was timid, he never betrayed his teammates. When the situation in Raccoon City was the most critical, he came back to find her with weapons, and later resolutely chose to join the BSAA. These things were enough for Jill to regard him as a comrade who could be trusted.

"I know, but... the Arklay Mountains to the Caucasus Mountains are too similar. I'm afraid that Umbrella has another large secret research institute here and has developed some new BOW..."

Brad's words immediately made Chris's expression serious.

He stopped chatting with Jill and patted her on the shoulder. "Brad is right. Everyone should be on guard."

Unlike other parts of the world where the USA troops can be directly asked to intervene when looking for trouble with Umbrella remnants or destroying and disrupting illegal BOW biological and chemical weapons transactions, the Caucasus region cannot be interfered with.

Umbrella could naturally think of this. Maybe there really was a large illegal research institute of Umbrella hidden in the snow-capped mountains.

It is better to be vigilant in vain than to be careless.

"Let's go. Keep moving forward and reunite with the informant."

As he spoke, Chris waved his hand to signal the team members to start the vehicle, and he walked to the wolf corpse whose fat and fur were completely burned. When it was almost burned, he first carefully sprayed a circle with T virus suppression spray, and then sprinkled a circle with special bitter agent to ensure that no animals would come to eat it.

Protection is always harder than destruction.

Especially for the prevention and treatment of biochemical viruses.

hum...bum...

With the sound of engines starting, a convoy of four snowmobiles arrived. "Chris," Jill called out. "Here we go." Chris boarded the Hummer that the other party was in.

Brad was the driver.

The vehicle continued to move forward in the vast snow-capped mountains. After getting in the car, Chris checked the personal equipment in the car out of habit. They were all military products, with fully modified accessories, including a Yuxiang, a Crusher shotgun, and an Ajax assault rifle.

Enough to handle most BOWs.

"Barry, check your inventory of 'big stuff'."

He dialed the headset, "If you encounter a high-threat BOW like the Tyrant, don't waste the military's guns and ammunition. Do you have enough RPGs?"

"Haha... Don't worry, we will definitely be able to defeat you. Our firepower is enough to defeat a whole company, except for the lack of artillery and armored vehicles."

Barry's teasing voice came from the other end of the radio, "Military Science's weapons are good, but a little expensive...why don't you go ask the world's richest unmarried woman for help?"

"Barry, fuck you." Before Chris could express his opinion, Jill's voice came through the team channel.

Chris shook his head helplessly. Just as he took out a map of the Caucasus region and prepared to study it for a while, a voice came from his headset: "I'm a scout from the BSAA Middle East Branch, from the North American Branch. Have you arrived? Coordinates... village."

The sound quality was not very good, as if it was disturbed, but the tone was particularly urgent.

"I'm Chris from the North American headquarters. The coordinates are... If there is no heavy snow or traps, it will take about 30 to 45 minutes to get there." Chris spoke immediately.

"Huh...huh..."

A heavy gasp and a faint cry of a little girl? And the background noise and gunshots...

"You better hurry up."

The man's voice continued to ring out.

"According to the guidance of the locals, I found a logistics warehouse in a village in the snowy mountains. It was built by investors from outside the area in 98 or 99. It is very new. They said it was a logistics warehouse for a large chemical plant in the snowy mountains. When I went to investigate, the warehouse was in chaos. Something had leaked out. It was the T virus and BOW!"

"My companion was bitten to death... Many people in the village were infected... I am in the silo next to the logistics warehouse... There are many Umbrella surveillance cameras in the village, you have to be careful..."

As the voice continued, the signal became weaker and weaker, and finally disconnected, beep, beep, beep—

boom!

Chris punched the seat hard and said angrily, "Umbrella bastard!"

"Brad!"

"Don't rush me! This is a high altitude snowy area. I'm driving as fast as I can!"

......

In the afternoon, 25 minutes had passed since then. There was a slight brake sound, and the wheels with anti-skid chains stopped. After getting off the car across the undulating hillside, Chris picked up a telescope and began to look down at the small village.

It’s really small, you can see the end at a glance.

Dead silence.

In the town, the large warehouse building with a new facade was particularly conspicuous. Chris couldn't help but curse out loud after just a few glances at it on the street, "Fuck!"

As far as the eye can see, there are zombies that are staggering, but their clothes are not tattered.

From the bright red bloodstains on their bodies and necks, it can be seen that they have been infected for not long. Such a rapid infection obviously means that someone is deliberately releasing the virus!

"They knew we were coming."

Jill took a step forward and spoke in a low voice. Before she finished her words, she raised the D2 Copperhead with a silencer in her hand, whoosh!

Flesh and blood splattered.

The head of a zombie that was spreading out of the village was blown up.

She then looked at the tall inverted L-shaped sign on the side of the road. It was made of an iron pillar and had a surveillance camera on it. Umbrella bastards. Jill first gave the camera a middle finger, then shot it to pieces.

After determining the location of the silo, Chris took a deep breath, put on the tactical goggles and gas mask produced by Junke, held the gun and activated the ammunition display UID interface of the Junke optical sight, and said, "Let's go."

Ta-da… Ta-da…

As soon as you enter the village, you can hear growls and staggering footsteps everywhere.

Chris stared at the reflex sight on the Picatinny rail with his blue-gray eyes. The red dot was much brighter and had clearer edges than similar products on the market. He pointed the muzzle at a zombie approaching him, and bang! It was a headshot.

In response, his goggles and the low-light UID interface on the back of the sight were synchronized, the number of bullets decreased by one, and there was also a battery level indicator on it, which was still three-quarters of the power.

boom!Boom!

Even if the BOW hunters' deformed lizard-scaled heads were hit by bullets, the full-power bullets with the new military charge did not need to produce a cavity effect, and the kinetic energy was enough to make them explode like watermelons.

Number of bullets: 0

Looking at the UID interface, Chris changed the magazine, then tapped a switch on the sight, 0→30.

I heard that the second-generation sights from Military Science will be on the market soon. The next generation can not only display the number of bullets in the magazine, but also set the number of spare bullets and grenades, and even synchronize with the magazine in real time, without the need to reset it every time you change bullets.

Unfortunately, it is too expensive... BSAA cannot equip every operator with it.

Chris thought silently.

Da-da-da-da, bang! bang!

The group were all veterans in dealing with zombies so they were naturally not afraid. They cooperated well with each other as they crossed the street and headed straight for the silo in the village. The village was small so they arrived there soon.

Chris and Jill looked at each other.

Needless to say, they had a very good understanding of each other. They moved cautiously in the chaotic silo area, destroying cameras while searching the rooms. Finally, when they reached a locked room, they kicked it open!

"what--!"