Infinity, progress from Arasaka

"Good news, we found Alex Wesker's whereabouts." The other end of the phone said in a deep voice, "She seems to have been urgently recalled by some big shot. It's very urgent. Our informant also discovered her by accident. We have tracked her. It seems that you have made some progress in the Caucasus..."

"I understand." Dudu.

Wesker put down the satellite phone.

The fact that Alex, who is also a product of Wesker's plan, can obey orders at this time shows that the loss of the Caucasus base has made that old man anxious.

An unexpected surprise.

After taking off his sunglasses, a cruel smile appeared on his gloomy and scabbed face.

"Spencer."

...

Three months later.

North America, San Francisco Military Technology and Medical Services Center.

BSAA organizes intensive care unit.

Single room.

"Hey, Chris, I'm here to see you."

Brad walked into the high-tech ward carrying a fruit basket in one hand and a bouquet of white carnations in the other, and said to the man lying on the bed with a smile.

"Brad?"

After waking up from his morning nap, his five senses returned to his body. Lying on the hospital bed, Chris opened his eyes, stretched out his matte black right arm with a metallic luster, and rubbed his hair that had not been taken care of for many days. He yawned and said:

"How long will I stay here? I feel like I'm getting rusty..."

"Isn't there a Chinese saying that goes, 'It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Chris, if it weren't for the rapid development of prosthetic technology in the military, we might have to go to the cemetery to see you. You've recovered like this in just a hundred days. You should be content."

After putting down the fruit basket and the bouquet, Brad pulled over a folding chair and sat next to the bed, then took out the handheld game console from his pocket.

"I saw you were bored, so I bought this for you. It's a new military product. I don't really understand it, but it's very popular among young people. It's for you to kill time."

Taking the handheld game console, Chris turned over and got out of bed, revealing his hospital gown, which also had a prosthetic limb replaced... no, it was a pitch-black metal right foot that could be called a prosthesis. Wearing slippers, he sat opposite Brad, took a few glances, and then lost interest.

"Where are Jill and Barry?" he asked.

"Wow, Chris, you're recovering well. Looks like you'll be able to return to the team soon." It was Father Barry. He walked into the ward with an unlit cigar hanging from his hand and carrying a lot of food boxes.

Chris noticed the unnatural grooves of the artificial skin and the unnatural nails and finger gaps on the lower part of his left upper arm. Obviously, it was a prosthetic limb covered with a layer of flesh-colored artificial skin.

Noticing Chris's gaze, Barry just laughed a few times. He placed the lunch box on the coffee table in the ward and exclaimed, "The prosthetic technology of the military is really amazing. Damn, why do they feel more comfortable to use than my own prosthetic limbs?"

"That's because your hand was injured during your SEAL career. Anyway, unless it is necessary, I will never cut off my good hand and replace it with a prosthesis... That's crazy. I just can't understand those people who are crazy after the release of the new generation of prosthetics by the military..."

It's Jill.

She held the box of ice cubes, opened the lid, and shook the low-alcohol drinks that had been chilled inside. Chris was still a patient after all, and she was not a crazy friend, so the low-alcohol drinks were enough.

"Chris, I brought someone else with me." With a kind smile, Jill turned sideways to show the person behind her.

"Chris!"

The young woman in the red jacket rushed over with a look of joy on her face, and looked around Chris, grabbing his black metal right arm and rubbing it, poking his right half of the body, and trying to lift up Chris's trouser leg...

"Claire?"

Chris felt uncomfortable being looked at by his sister in such a strange way. He quickly lifted up Claire who was pulling down his pants and pulled her aside. He said with a dark face, "Why are you here?"

"I graduated. Still, Chris, do you know how worried I was when the media broke the news that you were seriously injured and unconscious in the Caucasus Operation?! They said half of your body was blown up! I wanted to see you, but I was not allowed... At that time, I almost thought..."

Claire's voice was choked with sobs as she spoke.

"...I'm sorry, Claire. There is no next..." Chris paused, "But I have to do this. That is my duty, my mission."

"it is good."

Claire strangely didn't say much, but expressed her support in an uncharacteristic way. This made Chris realize that something was wrong. His sister would not...

"You have your mission and I have mine. I have joined the BSAA and you can't object," she said.

Almost before he finished speaking, "No!" Chris stood up suddenly, "Do you know how dangerous your behavior is? Who gave you the approval?"

"Approved by Assistant State Counsel Simmons and Executive Officer Russell!"

"what?"

...

At the same time, in downtown San Francisco, the Military Science Building.

[Mr. Executive Officer, the medical center's physical examination report shows that Mr. Chris Redfield has recovered well, and his right arm and right leg prostheses fit well. The spine reinforcement plug-in, joint reinforcement plug-in, dense bone, motion detector, rangefinder... are all running stably.]

[Within a week, Mr. Redfield will be able to appear at the press conference smoothly.]

In the CEO's office, the interwoven red data cables of the ceiling imaging device quickly outlined and carved out the image of a little girl with sweet and delicate features and a red halo flashing around her edges. She reported to the light-blonde woman behind the large desk using an inorganic three-silent line.

"Yeah." Vera nodded, swiped the virtual touch screen, closed the marketing department's briefing, picked up the black tea and took a sip, "The timing is just right."

Due to the complete destruction of Umbrella, biological and chemical terrorist attacks and BOW trading incidents have entered a short low period around the world in recent months, but Vera is not worried that Chris will be useless after his comeback.

after all.

She looked at the time on the screen: 2001/9/11

If nothing unexpected happens, the prelude to the war on terror will come today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.

It is an anti-terrorism against BOW’s biological and chemical terrorism, and it is also an anti-terrorism against ordinary people. Once the war starts, functional and enhanced prosthetic plug-ins will have no trouble selling.

The greatest boost to the cyber implant era created by her military technology is coming!

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PS: Phew...the next stage of the Resident Evil world has been detailed and laid out.

The next chapter enters, ghoul, CCG Vera.

Chapter 075: New Era of Military Science & Ghouls (4.5K)

"resident Evil"

2001/9/11.

evening.

Woo buzz——

The rapid and loud air raid sirens rang throughout the city of San Francisco.

“…Today, our fellow citizens, our way of life, our freedoms, were the target of a series of deliberate and brutal terrorist attacks on people who were traveling on airplanes or in…”

Radio broadcasts, television programs, and online media, almost at the same time, all scheduled entertainment programs were suspended, and instead, there was a middle-aged white man sitting in the Oval Office of the White House - the President.

The President spoke in a dry and heavy voice about the disaster that had occurred in New York not long ago.

September 9th incident.

“…God ​​bless America.”

In the Military Science Building, on the floor where the CEO's office is located, after dinner, Vera sat on the sofa in the atrium lounge area near the direct elevator, holding a cup of coffee and reading the news.

On the multi-screen video wall, the President's speech quickly ended.

The split-screen images were automatically switched by AI, and images of the collapse of the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York and the impact of a passenger plane on the Pentagon in Washington were replayed and compared with the actual rescue operations being carried out on site.

Broken building debris, burning flames, billowing smoke...

"call..."

It was about the same date as Vera knew, except that it was half a day later, the flight number was different, and the target of the attack seemed to be slightly different.

"What bad luck! Why did you come to San Francisco..."

Wow! Vera stood up from the sofa, frowned, and walked to the edge of the atrium decorated with lush green plants.

Through the transparent, air-like tempered bulletproof floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, she could see the city of Oakland, which was connected by the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge, east-southeast of San Francisco's downtown financial district.

In the city, hundreds of SFPD (San Francisco Police Department) police cars with sirens blaring passed by on the streets. On the main traffic arteries and the Bay Bridge hub, SWAT, marshals, state police, county police, FBI, K9, and armed personnel of the National Guard have entered a level one combat readiness state.

The city’s private security, firefighting, and paramedics were mobilized, including military technology.

The entire San Francisco-Oakland-Berkeley metropolitan area is on guard against possible terrorist attacks again.

After all, just now, five terrorist suspects involved in the 9/11 incident were arrested on a flight that made an emergency landing at Oakland Airport!

It was the fourth plane hijacked during the 9/11 attacks.

In the original timeline, the plane was supposed to have deviated from its route due to the passengers’ counterattack and crashed in Pennsylvania, but it actually appeared in California!

At first, Vera was indeed surprised when she heard the news.

Is it because of her?

Did Spencer or the remnants of Umbrella give money to some al-Qaeda organization in the Middle East?

Or to be more precise, it was the butterfly effect brought about by her military technology...

They didn't go to Washington or New York, but came to California. Did they want to crash into something in San Francisco, or into the iconic target, the Golden Gate Bridge?

But after learning the whole process in detail, Vera couldn't help laughing out loud again.

Wow, isn't this a coincidence?

There is no doubt that the passenger plane was hijacked. The five dark brown-skinned, murderous-looking Middle Eastern men did intend to hijack the plane and fly to Washington to crash into the White House. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong flight because the scheduled route of the flight was to San Francisco.

Among the passengers were a number of military science employees who had just returned from vacation.

Among them are MSF operators, a considerable number of whom are retired disabled veterans of the USA military. After joining the military, they were equipped with a new generation of prosthetic implants.

When the hijackers began to act, the cockpit was invaded, and the plane began to shake noticeably, the MSF soldiers returning from leave realized something almost immediately. They also noticed the unusual behavior of the Middle Eastern passengers.

Then there is no more then.

Faced with the fierce and precise actions of the MSF soldiers, the two suspected terrorists guarding the gate were knocked to the ground before they could react. The remaining three suspected terrorists who intended to seize the cockpit were forcibly dragged back and severely beaten after their shoulders were dislocated.

At this time, the rebellious flight attendants were still terrified, and the captain and co-pilot kept shouting: "Mayday!" (the aircraft's distress signal).

These scenes were captured by some curious passengers.

According to online indexes, many pictures and short videos with poor shooting angles or blurry images have been circulated.

Compared with the other three places which were filled with tragic scenes of explosions, burning, groaning and crying, the passengers at Auckland Airport returned safely, except for a few flight attendants who were slightly injured in the resistance and the co-pilot who was stabbed. The others landed almost unscathed.

However, the five hijackers were escorted out one by one with dislocated shoulders, bruised faces and heads swollen like pigs, and handed over to FBI federal agents who had been waiting at the airport for a long time.

By the evening, Vera received thank-you calls from the Mayor of San Francisco, the Governor of California, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, Simmons and other high-ranking politicians.

He thanked Vera's smart and capable MSF security for their contributions to protecting citizens and defending the cause of freedom and democracy, and said that he would award her and the team involved in the hijacking incident with medals.

Later, Vera was contacted by airline giants such as American Airlines and United Airlines, who realized the impact of 911/ on air travel.

Companies that wish to subscribe to Militech's security services will have Militech dispatch dedicated aviation security officers to their company's flights.

Sure enough, for a large-scale reserve military-industrial complex group like hers, money from national disasters and wars is a quick way to make money, even if there is no preparation and it is passive.

Vera couldn't help but feel emotional.

As soon as the first blast of the anti-terrorist war was launched, orders came to us automatically.

"Ms. Russell, the press conference is about to begin."

Just then, an administrative secretary came to the atrium rest area and gave a gentle reminder.

Vera nodded when she heard that, turned around, straightened her military-style suit, and walked towards the elevator surrounded by her administrative secretary and internal bodyguards.

It was impossible for her not to speak out about such a big event as 911.

Fighting terrorism is an inevitable trend, and she must condemn it. At the same time, some charitable donations are inevitable. She wants to show the public the social responsibility of military science.

And it’s also an opportunity to legally and incrementally expand corporate power.