Infinity, progress from Arasaka

Boom!

The searchlight was turned on, and large-caliber 20MM incendiary projectiles and micro rockets began to fire. Amid the flames, the machine gun plowed a distance of nearly 200 meters along the central axis road from the edge of the village to the central logistics warehouse.

Large groups of BOWs and zombies were smashed and their corpses were set on fire.

"This is a high-speed helicopter. I didn't expect that military technology could be developed so quickly..."

Brad drove a half-scrapped Hummer and stopped not far from Jill. He ran over quickly and looked up at the formation of military flying vehicles hovering in the air.

In the formation, Brad recognized the multi-purpose transport helicopters and armed helicopters, but there were several new helicopters without propellers, with a flat shape and large size, which touched his blind spot in knowledge.

Then, bang! bang!

It was gunfire.

Semi-automatic. Large caliber.

A new type of flat helicopter without propellers hovered above their heads with its side cabin open. A military soldier took control and opened fire. As the aircraft slowly descended in altitude, several figures dressed in white and green jumped directly from the aircraft carrying large and small bags.

"Where are the wounded...Confirm the target, Chris Redfield...Quick! Confirm the customer's condition."

This group of military science soldiers with the red Rod of Asclepius logo on their bodies approached Jill and the others very cautiously. Just as they were about to confirm the identities of Jill and the others, they saw Chris being carried by two BSAA operators.

"TT-133 Prototype Trauma Team of the Terrorist Mobile Team calls the control center. The target is seriously injured and in critical condition. Our unit will immediately initiate rescue."

"Put him down, step back five steps, and make way for a safe rescue distance."

Two military paramedics immediately took over the BSAA operators' positions.

One person operated a special hemostatic forceps and muscle tissue stapler, while another used scissors and saline spray to cut open the clothes on Chris's chest. After basic cleaning, they took out the newly launched pneumatic rescue device from the first aid suitcase and pressed it against Chris's chest.

"Patient Chris Redfield is in critical but stable condition..."

"The bleeding has stopped. The cardiotonic has been injected. Dopamine 70 mg, norepinephrine 110, fibrinogen 1100... Diagnosis. The patient urgently needs a blood transfusion..."

Soon, Chris was lifted up by the military science team onto the new high-tech vertical landing helicopter. Although Jill was still a little worried, the reputation of the military science logo on the other party's chest helped her calm down quickly.

...

At the same time, in downtown San Francisco, North America, the former Umbrella California branch building is now the military technology headquarters building.

CEO office.

"what?"

Vera, who was currently paying close attention to the situation of the BSAA team led by Chris and was ready to take advantage of the opportunity to completely destroy Umbrella and take over its last assets, was stunned for a moment, holding the microphone with a look of surprise on her face.

"Yes, I understand. Do everything you can to rescue Mr. Redfield."

beep.

After hanging up, Vera put down the phone and adjusted herself to a comfortable sitting position. Then, she looked at the holographic projection of the Caucasus region in front of the table with a thoughtful look on her face.

"Chris Silverhand? No, let's give him a Blackhand."

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Chapter 072 Vera: Spencer! Vladimir! Where are my resources? !

Vera's divergent thoughts did not last long. "Beep." It was the notification sound of a new file. She looked at the virtual panel interface on the table.

[Trial Trauma Team TT-133: Client Mr. Chris Redfield is receiving first aid and is no longer in danger of death]

beep.

The fingertips slid across the highly information-based touch screen on the desktop, and the military-grade topographic map of the Caucasus region was pushed aside.

Click. The holographic image projector, image capture sensor, and structure instrument built into the downward convex ceiling opposite the desk slowly sank, outlining a new picture in front of Vera.

A small semi-enclosed space decorated in white, red and green.

Chris was lying unconscious on the operating table with blood all over his face, a broken arm, a fractured leg and bone fracture, internal bleeding, multiple bruises and abrasions all over his body, and severe burns on the right half of his body.

It was worse than Vera had expected.

Basic life-sustaining equipment such as ventilators, blood transfusion bags, and ECG monitors have been used, and various tubes are being inserted into Chris' body one by one by trauma soldiers from the military science department.

Especially when the traumatized soldiers cut off the burnt combat uniforms from their bodies and used saline solution and medical towels to wipe their bodies and clean up foreign objects, the half-cooked pink and white flesh was torn off, bloody and horrifying.

She could smell barbecue.

Well, I’ll eat vegetarian tonight and fast for half a day.

"Chris Blackhand and Blackleg... Not bad, at least he didn't become a heavy hammer."

Vera's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and after witnessing the extent of Chris' injuries, she rested her chin on her hand and tapped the armrest. A complete product packaging and promotion strategy plan formed in her mind.

It is certain that the person can be saved, but she has the final say on how to save him, to what extent, and what happens during the saving process.

With the advent of the cyber age, cyber plug-ins must develop from generation 0 and 1 prosthetic limbs to new generation 1 and 2 prosthetic limbs that are functional and enhanced.

The former, the 0 and 1 generation cyber implants, are the mainstream currently sold on the market by Vera's military science company. They allow patients to work normally after suffering severe physical trauma.

Even though the actual physical sensation is slightly inferior to that of the original limbs, it is still widely praised.

The latter, the new generation, is the product that Vera is preparing to launch on a large scale, such as reinforced spines and joints for workers, plug-ins that can enhance load-bearing capacity, and auxiliary gadgets such as miniaturized motion detectors and rangefinders.

But not enough.

While steadily advancing the technological updates of cyber implants in the world of Resident Evil, military technology requires not only relatively cheap products that can be mass-produced, but also high-end customized products.

The kind of high-end goods that are extremely expensive, with price points that make ordinary people tremble at the sight of them, but make the rich fall in love with them at first sight, and can make those meat eaters intoxicated and show off their status and personality.

The 2nd generation, the so-called 'laboratory grade', was what Vera was currently preparing for them.

Although they have long been popular in the cyberpunk world, it does not prevent Vera from selling them at the astronomical price of the luxurious 4th generation here.

Artificial muscles that exceed the limits of the human body and can easily break through greater power and strength, and leather technology with a certain strength... can attract specific groups of people, and even allow customers to actively choose to cut off their original flesh and blood to replace their limbs when their limbs are intact, creating a real cyber prosthesis.

"And you will be the first half-cyborg."

Vera looked at the unconscious Chris in the picture.

beep.

After finishing monitoring Chris during the operation, Vera packaged the [Caucasus - Emergency Support Operation] file and sent Chris's current condition, battlefield pictures taken by the MSF troops, and real-time short videos to the company's marketing department.

Marketing, they are professional.

Soon, exaggerated headlines about the hero of the Raccoon City incident, recipient of the Public Safety Officer Medal of Valor, counter-terrorism elite Mr. Chris Redfield, who was on the front line of the BSAA's fight against bioterrorism, being seriously injured, critically ill, being rescued, or killed in action during Operation Caucasus, will fill the vision of the American people.

After just the right amount of waiting and fermentation.

When the public's emotions are aroused, they will more or less understand the matter...

At that time, it was Junke’s marketing performance of the century.

The reborn Chris will "come back from the dead" and appear in the public eye again. There is no doubt that every detail of this semi-cyborg will become a hot spot that countless news media will spontaneously explore and dig deep into.

What Vera has to do now is to clean up the mess.

Fulfilling the terrorist attack security contract, responding to the call for help from Chris and the BSAA organization, suppressing and clearing the biochemical crisis incidents in the Caucasus region.

As everyone knows, Militech is a national defense military contractor and a security company that provides a full range of services, including but not limited to uniformed security, private bodyguards, home security, group mercenaries, and customized contract services.

Chris paid the commission in his private capacity and ordered the security services from Junke, which was completely in compliance with international law and relevant procedures and was normal.

After dealing with the authorities of the small countries in the Caucasus region, the military's arming was almost unimpeded as long as it did not go too far.

In response to this incident, Russia will increase its border alert, but will never adopt a one-size-fits-all approach.

You should know that after the BSAA organization was announced to be established in late 1998, it is now a global organization certified by the United Nations. It has Eastern European branches in Moscow, St. Petersburg and other places. The nature of military technology is simpler. It is an international private enterprise with many weapons showrooms and digital product stores throughout Russia.

Opposing the BSAA North American headquarters' high-profile involvement in the Caucasus region does not mean opposing the BSAA itself and its military technology business.

After all, the BSAA North American headquarters was announced in the White House. No matter how pro-American Russia was in 2001, it would never allow the USA's armed forces to run to its own border. The Caucasus region is close to their Eastern European hinterland, which is not the same as the Bering Strait border between East and West Siberia and Alaska.

The intervention of small teams and private military mercenaries, at least in the guise of private enterprises, is the limit of what Russia can accept.

And if nothing unexpected happens, the BSAA Eastern European branch operators under the influence of the Russian Federation should already be on their way to the Caucasus...

Click. Picking up the receiver of the integrated service encryption phone, Vera gave instructions.

"Clear the remaining Umbrella bases in the Caucasus before the BSAA Eastern Europe branch arrives."

"Sergei's loyal dog should be in the Caucasus base. There are at least two Talos Tyrants. It feels like there's something wrong with the affiliated village and the scale of the base. Tsk, how much of my money did they embezzle under the cover of the board of directors when I was setting up the 'Black Umbrella' department..."

......

Caucasus Mountains, a village with a large logistics warehouse.

Amidst the fierce explosions and flames, propellers hummed, armed helicopters that had stopped in a steady posture continued to strafe at low altitudes, the shrieking sounds of hot flames from rocket launch nests rose and fell, and machine guns roared loudly...

Boom!

Boom!

Acting together with the Prototype Trauma Team, which was dressed in white and green uniforms and had not yet separated, was the Terrorist Mobile Team. As a purely violent armed force, the most elite armed force of the Military Science MSF, they jumped directly from the flying vehicle which was still three stories high in the air in front of the surviving BSAA operators.

They hit the ground hard, but nothing happened. They were holding metal matte guns that were ridiculously large for urban CQB combat and looked very heavy. They swung the heads of the zombies at the landing point with bare hands in a few seconds, and then, bang! bang! bang!

Large caliber. Bursts of fire. The dull sound of gunfire that seemed to have a hint of electric current.

Jill, who was about to join the battle, widened her eyes. She saw with her own eyes that two hunters who had avoided the machine gun sweep in the narrow alley were torn in half by a single shot the moment they pounced out. Each one flew three or four meters away, with blood splattered all over their limbs.

"Holy shit, Jill, an exoskeleton...an exoskeleton?!"

Brad's voice came from the side.

"Military technology has created an exoskeleton that can be used in actual combat!!"

Only then did Jill see clearly that this group of Military Science MSF, in addition to the dark-colored full-coverage combat uniforms, heavy bulletproof vests and high-tech helmets that he had seen in Raccoon City, also had a metal support structure on their bodies.

It consists of arm supports, leg supports and back supports, and has various exposed pistons, micro motors and hydraulic systems, which are rugged but have a unique sense of heavy mechanical beauty.

Just as Jill and Brad were watching, a cry for help came from a building next to the direction they were heading.

Crack! The terrorist soldier moved even faster. He slammed the door open with his shoulder. When he entered, he saw a BSAA operator in the corner of the room, holding his bleeding abdomen and coughing up blood, calling for help.

He held the back door firmly with his body. A series of dry roars came from behind the door, and a pale hand stretched in through the crack of the door.

"Step aside."

The terrorist soldier spoke briefly and opened fire. The bright muzzle flash was extremely dazzling in the dim room.

The huge kinetic energy of the heavy bullet directly opened a big hole in the wooden door.

The body of the zombie behind the door leaned back and collided with several other companions behind him. Blood spurted everywhere. There were dense cracking and shattering sounds, and the shattered pieces were all over the ground. The farthest piece flew more than ten meters away.

"Give him an injection."

A terrorist soldier handed Jill several pneumatic syringes and said, "T virus serum."

Then he left, and in the process, he punched the head of a zombie dog that jumped out from the corner against the wall. The dog's head exploded like a broken watermelon. He then joined up with other terrorist mobile teams and continued to advance and sweep the village.

"Such power, the exoskeleton is really powerful... When will BSAA be able to equip it..." Brad retracted his gaze and said with some envy and emotion.

"Don't dream about it. Let's find other survivors first. We suffered heavy losses this time."

Without feeling too much about the equipment iteration of the military science and technology armed forces, Jill injected serum to his injured comrade and helped him walk outside. Seeing this, Brad quickly concentrated and was on guard.

In just less than half a minute, they walked out of the house.

The villages and towns have been filled with thick smoke from the explosion, and the flames have even dyed the sky red.

Boom boom boom——!!

A cruise missile shot out from under the mount of a new high-speed helicopter painted with the military science logo and directly penetrated into that damn logistics warehouse. A second later, a huge explosion occurred.

Looking up, thick smoke and flames burst out from the cracks in the warehouse wall.

The guys from the Terrorist Mobile Squad were like rushing ghosts. Although they were wearing thick clothes and fully armed, their speed was not slow at all. They flexibly climbed over and shuttled between the buildings in the villages and towns.

They were like killing machines, spreading a hail of bullets, breaking skulls and bones with powerful punches and kicks, and then flashing into the warehouse that was set on fire by incendiary bombs.

It was unclear whether the zombies and BOWs were roaring or howling, but the bloody sounds of gunfire, explosions, and dismemberment echoed continuously in the air.