Chapter 141
The power to become a god... he has snatched it from Spencer!
He intends to end the current human form and use a virus to catalyze the birth of a new, superior human race. He will then use this new race to build his ideal world and rule it as a god.
The process of forcing the old humans to evolve through viruses is bound to be difficult.
Wesker was not surprised.
Since it is such a grand dream as 'becoming a god,' isn't it only natural to face all kinds of challenges for it?
The greater the challenge, the more wonderful the taste of success will be.
The BSAA Organization, Jill, Chris, and the like are just appetizers. The real challenge lies in behemoths like military and political entities and Militech, as well as powerful figures like Vera who control them.
Looking at the various reports on the split-screen monitor, Wesker's thoughts began to wander involuntarily.
The power he possessed was undoubtedly far from sufficient; he needed to make more preparations. Spencer had revealed before his death that one of his past secret mentors was living in seclusion in a village in Eastern Europe ...
Fine, I'll give it a shot, no matter what.
After a long while, when the base evacuation was complete and Travis Company employees were cautiously calling out to him, Wesker took out his phone and silently dialed a number he hadn't contacted in a long time.
Excella Gionne was not someone he was using at Travis Company.
Instead:
——Alex Wesker——
Wesker looked up at the news report on the screen, where the Blonde Beauty had already safely boarded the plane.
"This will be the last time I run away, I swear."
On the other side.
News of the 421 Bagram Attack Incident had already spread worldwide and begun to gain traction. Vera, who was still at Bagram Air Base, immediately began her next move.
At the edge of the runway where the Boeing 777 and its escort fighters were parked, Vera stood with her hands behind her back, maintaining the cold indifference of someone who had been assassinated, watching everything with an expressionless face.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Russell."
The commander of the Central Theater Command, who had just returned from the training ground, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a towel.
Honestly, he was completely stunned when he heard the news of Vera's assassination.
Regardless of other factors, others in the Pentagon might gloat, and could even use this as a convenient excuse to launch more reckless military operations in Afghanistan. However, as the person responsible for his dereliction of duty, he is bound to be criticized and attacked by the White House and the entire United States. If things go wrong, his political career could be completely over.
"I assure you, I will send the best fighter escort squadron, armed with the latest air-to-air missiles, to ensure your safe return to the United States, Ms. Russell."
"Thank you, General."
Vera glanced at the general's expression, which was a mixture of annoyance and apology, and nodded.
"Further words are unnecessary. This does not affect our friendship. Everyone knows how difficult the sweep in the Afghanistan war zone is. I only hope that there will never be a second time."
Slightly impatient and impolite, but forcing himself to maintain a polite tone.
The general understood and didn't mind, saying, "I guarantee it."
He said solemnly.
Hopefully.
After speaking, Vera nodded her thanks to Chris, who had been standing guard like a doorman, then turned and walked towards the boarding stairs.
Chris crossed his arms and watched Vera's retreating figure as she ascended the steps.
He has already received the answer.
Vera did not inject herself with the virus...
That's true. Such geniuses are very proud; how could they easily believe in the achievements of others?
"Bio-Components..."
Chris murmured.
This was yet another product term he had learned from Vera.
Thump, thump.
As she boarded the plane, Vera waved to the American soldiers who were shouting words of encouragement to her from the edge of the cabin to indicate that she was alright. She took one last look at the still-expanding Ram base from the doorway.
"Next time you come, it will be to check the accounts."
In the name of the White House.
A silent murmur.
Turning around and entering the cabin, Vera's lips curled into a gentle, upward-sloping smile.
She went straight to the private office in the front cabin of the plane, took off her coat and plopped down on the airline sofa. She leaned lazily against the armrest and tapped to turn on the news broadcast. As she did so, her gaze unconsciously drifted to the gleaming porthole and cabin wall, her indigo eyes flashing.
Glug...
The light and shadow on the glass seemed to transform into a pool of clear water, rippling in circles, and four hazy, angular outlines slowly emerged.
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141
Chapter 141 He, I, and 'Vera' are all making progress.
Buzz... Buzz...
The time for departure arrived, and the Boeing 777 Private Jet, adorned with the military science logo, tore through the clouds like a white-bellied falcon soaring into the sky.
The slight weightlessness caused by the orderly elevation of the cabin did not affect Vera.
Her indigo eyes flickered slightly, the news broadcast continued in the background, and she rested her chin on her hand, turning her head to look out the porthole. The mountains of Afghanistan receded into the distance, the blue sky and white clouds, the indescribable shimmering light and shadow, and she felt as if she were infinitely close to the sky.
Vera, reclining on the airplane sofa, did not appreciate the rather enchanting visual spectacle at the moment.
Because--
As Vera focused her mind, she calmly concentrated her thoughts on the four solidified threads that seemed to stretch towards the ends of their respective Outer Heaven. Light and shadow intertwined and intertwined, and four gradually clearer outlines overlapped before her eyes.
He/I is also the true self.
"Everyone has made progress."
As if she had received some good news, Vera's lips curled up into a barely perceptible smile.
At this point, the private jet had already entered an altitude of 10,000 meters. The air pressure during the constant speed cruising phase was negligible for Vera, whose physical functions were at least five times that of an ordinary person.
"Many joyous occasions."
She stood up and walked around halfway around the not-so-small cabin office space. With her hands behind her back, she looked out the porthole, her fingertips rhythmically tapping the solid wood tabletop, as if she were having a conversation in the air, or murmuring something.
Outside the porthole, the roar of turbofan engines scorching the air grew louder as they approached.
On just one side, Vera saw four USAF F-15 fighter jets tearing through the air as they approached.
Their fuselages were loaded with air-to-air missiles and additional Heat Decoy.
Clearly, these were the military escorts sent to protect Vera after she was shot.
Looking at the four escort fighters in front of her, Vera smiled gently, her bright eyes sparkling. Following her gaze, in her spiritual vision that she could not reveal to outsiders, the four figures in different environments and dressed in different clothes all looked over in unison.
First, a silver chrysanthemum brooch with overlapping circular trefoil logos adorns the lapel of the suit; second, a white dove-shaped badge adorns the lapel of the overcoat; third, a triangular brooch with black, white, and red arrows adorns the chest of the white lab coat; fourth, a white board...
Four fighter jets, four directions beyond the sky, four "He/I", four joyous events, fitting the occasion.
People are in high spirits when they have good news.
She exudes a sense of grandeur in everything she sees and can express her feelings through the scenery; Vera is no exception.
"Arasaka, appointed as a permanent director, acting director of the Security Department, and alternate director of the Arasaka Board of Directors..."
Vera sat back down in the executive chair behind her desk, crossed her legs, and placed her hands under her stomach. With a calm gaze, she stared at the UID interface of the military science and technology administrative terminal on the holographic screen that had automatically turned on after detecting her biosignal, pondering various matters.
In the Cyberpunk, she had already officially received her reward.
After the situation stabilized, as a reward for her series of successful actions, such as instigating the independence of the Western Free State, helping the Free State Alliance to rebuild, and recovering and supporting the Barghest Mercenary Group, her rank was promoted exceptionally.
He was promoted from a member of the North American Arasaka Tower Director of Operations to a permanent member; and from the Executive Director of the Night City Security Department General Security Bureau to the Acting Director of the Security Department.
Most importantly, she secured a spot on the Arasaka Board of Directors.
Even as a substitute.
From now on, she can be considered to be officially eating at the table.
[Ghoul] Over there.
She has a track record of working at the CCG in Tokyo for about half a year.
After returning to the CCG in North America, he was again tasked with reporting on his duties and collaborating with the FBI in the Americas to investigate and uncover the whereabouts of seasoned Ghoul Crime.
Other activities include, but are not limited to, improving the Quinque production process at the North American CCG, promoting a cure for Rc cells oversecretion syndrome (a disease in humans in the Ghoul World, whose main symptom is the formation of cysts similar to Kagune), and publishing a paper on "Completely Eradicating the Problem of Ghoul - High Rc cell synthetic food," etc.
Currently, aside from retaining her frozen position at the Tokyo CCG, her investigator rank at the North American CCG has risen from Associate Special Class Investigator to Special Class Investigator after about six months of activity.
He also managed to get a double PhD in Rc cells Quinque research at the logistics and R&D department of CCG in North America.
Receives three salaries.
Moreover, the new transfer request has been approved, and he will soon depart for the CCG in Tokyo again.
The next goal is to kill more SS-class and SSS-class Ghoul, max out the White Wing Badge (a badge for expelling Ghoul of a specific class) and the Osmanthus Badge (a measure of the number of Ghoul expelled), and figure out the causes and effects of Ghoul birth, the principles behind Ghoul viruses, and the generation of Kakuhou.
Then, he would leave in glory, seek a transfer to the German GFG, accumulate experience, and then chase after the positions of director, chairman, and even higher.
[Call of Duty XI] Over there.
Atlas, the Atlas Juggernaut Corporation.
Vera continued to serve in the organization, cultivating her own faction.
As a student of Board of Directors's Chairman and Chief.
Jonathan Irons, the 'teacher', is still the same Ains.
Since 2055 local time, as an anti-technology terrorist organization called KVA has launched terrorist attacks around the world, nuclear power plants and energy supply facilities around the world have been destroyed, a large number of civilians have died from nuclear radiation infection, the global economy has declined, conflicts have continued, and the situation has been turbulent.
Many military and political entities are struggling to cope with the KVA's threat.
Chaos is a ladder.
When governments around the world come to a standstill, some are happy and some are sad.
In any case, Atlas Corporation entered a golden age of development.
Under Ains' leadership, Atlas Corporation demonstrated exceptional efficiency and capability in its business operations.
Because it was contracted to undertake tasks that originally belonged to the government, such as reconstruction and maintaining Order after the nuclear disaster, Atlas gained popularity and global renown, and has become a major military force that cannot be ignored in the world.
Its status has become increasingly prominent and special.
At the same time, to some extent, their increasingly domineering style has made them a thorn in the side of certain people and forces, and some covert confrontations have inevitably occurred.
Vera remains Atlas Corporation's Chief engineer on the bionic prosthetics project and director of weapons development.
Not long ago, by demonstrating his management capabilities and contributing to Atlas's revenue and market value, he took another step forward, gaining the trust and recognition of Ains, who then contributed his technology and management expertise, officially becoming a shareholder.
Ains then entrusted Vera with a new job.
To improve and develop Atlas's headquarters – New Baghdad.
Because he wants to focus his efforts on developing the US, Belgium, Switzerland and other regions where Atlas headquarters were once located, with the US being the most important, the land with a large amount of Atlas assets.
As for that modern secular world with a normal historical context.
There's not much to say.
Continue to strive for progress.
The kind that feels relaxed.
With a 'grassroots perspective' that no other superior like Vera possesses, she walks the dark side of a world filled with mercenaries, assassins, gangsters, Hezbollah, churches, arms dealers, prostitutes, smugglers, and all sorts of good, bad, interesting, and storied people.