Infinity, progress from Arasaka

Sergei smashed another bottle of red wine that he had treasured for many years.

"Mr. Spencer... No! Mr. Spencer cannot be contacted. Vera's expertise in this area is her forte. She understands most of Umbrella's operating models and internal technical support, and she will be tracked... I cannot risk Mr. Spencer's safety."

Looking at the surveillance system that was almost completely mosaic white screen, Sergei took a deep breath.

He knew very well that when the armed forces of Junke appeared, he would have to retreat.

This is definitely not the time to settle accounts with Vera. They still need to accumulate more strength, and then secretly detonate a biological disaster and BOW frenzy far beyond Raccoon City, and a hot weapon terrorist attack in San Francisco at the same time to succeed...

The base had a secret escape passage through which he could retreat.

But what about the Red Queen? What about the Talos Tyrant production laboratory and the new BOW cloning room? Umbrella no longer has enough funds to build another laboratory of this standard.

He wanted to delay time by verbally arguing, but Vera didn't give him the chance to argue. She blocked his microphone, made a condescending announcement, and then launched an attack!

Her people had already arrived at the chemical plant. No one knew where Wesker had gone.

Rumble, rumble!

It happened sooner rather than later. The ceiling vibrated slightly due to the violent explosion.

Sergei didn't think that the zombies, BOWs and mechanisms he placed in the ground buildings could hold out for long.

He was in a dilemma. As a soldier, he knew that being in a dilemma at this time would mean seeking death. So.

"At least you can't get it." A determined grin appeared on his square face.

"Red Queen, delay the activation of the base's self-destruct sequence!"

Sergei came to the cylindrical central processor of the Red Queen, ready to copy the Umbrella data stored there, but -

"Red Queen?"

There was no response, the computer was locked directly, Sergei was shocked, he didn't know since when did the Red Queen stop supporting the control room, and the most secret elevator in the base was actually running?!

Could it be Vera Adelheid? When did she...

However, the situation did not give Sergei a chance to think carefully.

The automatic door connected to the control room opened.

Dengdengdeng.

Along with intermittent gunshots, the sound of heavy footsteps that were neat and orderly and not chaotic poured into the control room.

Click click click.

Half-surrounded, heavy guns flashing with sharp metallic light and laser indicator lights were aimed at Sergei who was leaning against the central processor of the "Red Queen" supercomputer.

"MSF, I'm glad we can meet again. I'm curious if the veterans of USF still recognize each other..." Sergei slowly extended his hand on the console, just as his face suddenly changed to a growl.

Bang! Bang! Bang-bang-bang!

The ocean-blue coat was about to mutate and not mutate, but it had already been transformed into a ripple-shaped crater under the penetration of the conical kinetic energy, with flesh and skin exposed and bone fragments flying in the scorching flames of the gun.

A few seconds later.

beep.

"The base's central control room has been cleared."

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PS: Ahem, the minimum guarantee of 12 this month has been achieved.

（○｀ 3′○）Looking at it this way, I’m pretty diligent in updating.

Chapter 074 His End, My Rise (4.6K)

Sergey Vladimir is dead.

The death was very smooth.

Tasteless, ordinary and silky.

It was beaten into a hive of flesh and blood, and the mutated yet not completely mutated corpse fell to the ground, still emitting hot steam like steaming blood mist.

...

Vera flicked the holographic touch screen projected in front of her, beep.

She closed the summary interface of the photos and live recordings taken by the members of the Terrorist Mobile Team in the underground base of the chemical plant.

The remaining actions were nothing more than copying the experimental data stored in the Caucasus base, transferring the UMF-013 'Red Queen' which had almost all the historical data of the three old umbrella departments of Umbrella 'Red', 'White' and 'Blue', grabbing the ready-made actual combat parameters of the Taros project, and eliminating the biological and chemical terrorist threats in the Caucasus...

She doesn't need to pay too much attention.

"Umbrella, from now on, is a thing of the past."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and Vera sighed softly.

Sergei and the Caucasus base are Spencer's last resort, and the only reliable one. The remaining idiots should scatter after squeezing out the last bit of old Spencer's old juice.

Spencer, a dry bone in a grave.

In his twilight years, it was impossible for him to make a comeback and build a second base in the Caucasus.

Neither the resources nor the external environment will give him this opportunity. Under Vera's promotion, Umbrella in this timeline was dismembered faster and more exaggeratedly than in the original timeline, and BSAA operators all over the world are hunting him.

According to the base communication records left by Red Queen, Alex Wesker has received a huge investment from Spencer, which means that the last of the old man's "pension money" is about to be squeezed out. He is no longer useful, completely useless.

It has never been Vera's style to keep an enemy whose behavior is uncontrollable and can no longer produce value.

She has decided to put an end to Umbrella's history once and for all.

Help reunite the three founding fathers, Spencer, Ashford and Marcus.

"Albert Wesker, he's in the Caucasus..."

Soon, a curve of holding back some bad words appeared at the corner of Vera's mouth.

"Thank you all for your outstanding contributions in the fight against bioterrorism. I promise that military technology will allow you to stand up again, intact." She looked at Barry and other survivors of the BSAA.

"Ahem...thank you Ms. Russell for your generosity."

Barton stood up despite his physical discomfort and expressed his gratitude. Chris was lying on the bed, and Jill and Brad were not there. As the oldest and most experienced BSAA member on the scene, Barry's father had to stand up and express his opinion.

If you don't take advantage of a bargain, you're a bastard. Everyone knows that Military Science is the industry leader in artificial organs, prosthetics, and prosthetics. If their CEO says they can guarantee that all your body parts are complete, then they can definitely do it.

Besides, regardless of anything else, etiquette should be in place first. What if a super-rich person like Vera, when she is in a good mood, reduces their medical service bill to zero?

"Ah."

Without showing much joy, Vera nodded casually to Barry, the MSF technician, and the commander of the Terrorist Squad at the scene. Then, the projected image disintegrated and disappeared.

...

"Is this guy the Umbrella psychopath named Sergei?"

Under the Caucasus base, Jill and Brad followed the second wave of military soldiers who arrived through a narrow and technological passage: it was surrounded by bright blue and white light tubes, and clusters of thin laser bars seemed to flash in it. Entering the central control room, what came into view was the deformed corpse lying not far from the equipment operating table.

Mutated but not completely mutated, Spencer's bloated body looked particularly horrific in the dim light.

Half of his white hair had fallen off, and he was wearing a tattered marine blue military coat. He had a foot whose combat boots had burst due to the proliferation of flesh and blood. His face was twisted and half covered with strips of flesh that looked like living thorns. His upper and lower jaws were stretched and enlarged by some round organs, as if he was holding a ball in his mouth.

Puff—

Without hesitation, Jill shot the corpse's head three times in anger. The bullet penetrated the skull, crushed its brain into pieces, and the ball in the mouth burst. Sticky blood slowly flowed out of the ugly tumor.

"It's really easy for him. What awaits him should be a court trial and the death penalty."

Brad wanted to fire a few shots, but when he saw the armed military mercenaries looking at him, he paused.

"Please feel free to do as you please. We are just death row prisoners. We are not the government army. We don't have so many restrictions."

As he said this, the leader of the violent terrorist team who stepped forward handed over a briefcase, "BSAA, unfortunately, it resisted, so the execution cannot be left to you. This is our code of conduct, to reduce hidden dangers... But its corpse, just treat it as a deflation and disinfection, you can do whatever you want with it."

Jill and Brad looked at each other in bewilderment, but still took the suitcase and opened it. Inside were several dozen thermite incendiary bombs, standard T-virus inhibitor spray, fat-soluble solvent, high-concentration special sterilizing disinfectant… well, all gadgets to kill viruses.

The military science's anti-BOW chemical defense and disinfection suit is a must-have item for BSAA and other agencies involved in the defense against biological and chemical terrorist incidents.

"Thank you."

Before he finished speaking, ding, Jill pulled out the pull ring of the incendiary bomb and threw it at Sergei's body. Fierce! The chemical flames rose and expanded, and soon covered and ignited the huge piece of flesh and blood.

Jill handed one to Brad.

"This is for the fallen and injured BSAA colleagues. Go to hell, you Umbrella bastard!" he said, and threw another one, burning even more fiercely.

Seeing this, the military personnel who were conducting a mopping-up sweep of the scene withdrew their gaze.

"Collect the team."

...

"Military technology."

The mountains are rolling and undulating, like a giant silver dragon winding on the horizon. Snowflakes are falling from the sky, and the atmosphere is filled with a white color.

Somewhere in a remote valley on a mountain ridge, a man in thin clothes and tattered clothes was hiding from reconnaissance drones, quietly hiding in the wind and snow of the Caucasus Mountains.

"...Did you die just like that? Vladimir...It seems you are not the winner you claimed to be."

After a long time, the man tore off his tattered clothes, revealing large scabs in the snow and wind at minus ten degrees Celsius. One could even see the granulation tissue still wriggling and healing on the wound. A cold, sarcastic voice, which seemed to be mixed with some inexplicable emotions, sounded softly from his lips.

The direction he was looking in was a large chemical plant filled with explosions and flames.

An air formation belonging to the military science department was cruising in the air. Inside the factory, the sound of cleaning gunfire could be heard one after another. Several multi-purpose transport helicopters had already landed, and people were constantly moving metal boxes of various sizes.

"Vera Adelheid..."

Albert Wesker whispered someone's name.

He knew very well that he had no chance to reap Umbrella's spoils, as someone had gotten there before him, and was better prepared and more numerous. 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.' Unfortunately, he was not qualified to be the oriole.

Fighting alone, even an evolved 'new human' like him would be powerless against a large defense and military contractor like Militech.

For Wesker, Vera was not someone with whom he had a deep hatred.

On the contrary, he had a deep hidden fear and jealousy towards Vera.

especially--

When he was fighting with the tyrant Taros, Sergei kept mocking him, as if everything was planned and he was sure to defeat him.

As a result, when the mercenaries armed with military technology arrived, Sergei's momentum was immediately shattered, and he had to abandon Wesker and try his best to deal with it.

She was so arrogant towards him, but so cautious towards Vera, even turning back directly...

This sense of gap made Wesker deeply appreciate the pressure his old friend William Birkin felt when he faced Alexia and Vera respectively.

He suddenly understood how William felt.

But, "William, I won't be you... Take your share, and watch, one day, I will surpass them all."

Wesker took off his sunglasses that were half broken, and his pair of dim yellow eyes with red light looked particularly terrifying in the wind and snow.

That was proof that he had renounced his human body.

To be famous or to be unknown.

In his life, there was no option of being an unknown person.

"Tricell (Travis/Tricell)."

Analyzing Vera's past, her behavior and her rise to fame gave Wesker deep inspiration, and Wesker decided to learn.

Just as Wesker turned his gaze away and prepared to leave the Caucasus, silently making up his mind to seek power, ding-dong!

"This is Wesker." He pulled out the ringing satellite phone from the tactical pocket on his back.