Infinite: Progressing from Arasaka

He was constantly supplementing Vera's knowledge and understanding in this area.

When necessary, it can serve as a 'status charger' for other Vera users, or a dedicated 'Vera brand' channel for stress relief and venting.

Compared to other "Vera", Vera there probably had the most "ordinary" life.

Because it is simple and unpretentious...

It's not fair to say they have no power or influence; they do have a little, but compared to their other selves, that little bit of power is really insignificant and not worth mentioning.

It's also the most enjoyable.

Indulge in extravagant lifestyles, experience local customs, and appreciate natural beauty...

Although that world is ordinary, lacking both rare species and exotic resources, as well as particularly outstanding advanced technology, its ordinariness is perhaps a blessing in disguise.

There is a beauty in the ordinary.

With no pressing pressures or things that absolutely must be accomplished, and backed by the support of its sister organizations Arasaka, Military Science, Atlas, and CCG, it possesses enormous advantages and can be said to be able to traverse five continents and ride the winds of three oceans.

As long as you don't do anything too reckless, you can be as carefree as you like and your safety is guaranteed.

From arms smuggling routes in Africa and Europe, to infighting among smugglers around the Mediterranean, to wars in West Asia, to pioneering maritime routes, to Roanapur, Thailand, the East Asian paradise of gangsters and mercenaries, to visiting the world's four major gambling cities, experiencing the heat of Tokyo, and finally witnessing the thirteen South American gangs...

Perhaps there are no grand achievements to boast about, and the development of the foundation established has been gradual, but the travels around the world and the experiences have been exciting enough, a unique and memorable journey.

It's important to balance work and rest, and to relieve stress and vent your emotions.

If you have a promising job, you should work hard at it. But if you have a cushy job, can't you at least enjoy it?

Vera herself didn't have any intention of trying anything new.

Temporary.

"What a bumper harvest!"

With a lighthearted glint in her eyes, Vera raised her smiling eyes.

These things didn't all happen recently, but as this world's "Resident Evil" Afghanistan Trip came to an end, looking back and reviewing them, we realized that everyone has been making progress.

It seems we cannot afford to be complacent; we must press our advantage and continue our attack.

Vera also heard the urging and demands from the Cyberpunk side.

More T-Veronica Virus samples are needed, especially those with enhanced stability and improved defects.

With a thoughtful expression, she immediately opened the UID interface.

"... I think the attack was shameful... They're cowards... Military science is great... Vera is awesome... Fight, fight..."

The pop-up homepage displayed news about being shot and attacked.

Beneath the red headline of the New York Sun, there was a striking image of a reporter interviewing celebrities and politicians to offer their comments.

A tall, wealthy white man with flowing blond hair and orange-toned skin was speaking eloquently, making an accordion-playing gesture. He clearly stated his support for the military and Vera.

"..."

Vera's eye twitched slightly.

Hmm? This person looks familiar.

Never mind, it's not important.

She glanced at the media interface managed by the public relations department.

Hmm, the public opinion landscape in North America...

Thanks to the propaganda machine and its allies in Washington, the military science department, which was initially on the defensive due to suspicion surrounding the series of terrorist attacks in North America in April and was attacked by various forces whose interests had been harmed, has reversed its downward trend in just two hours.

Indeed, newspapers and media outlets are still mentioning the various benefits that military science has received and the suspicious circumstances surrounding the case.

There were even claims that Vera's assassination was a marketing ploy, speculating that it was a publicity stunt for Militech security services.

However, without exception, they were quickly overwhelmed by even more breaking news.

Whether Vera was truly assassinated or it was a misleading drill is no longer important.

She's still alive, and that's the most important thing.

The public relations department of the military science department is not to be underestimated. They use all sorts of flip-flops, cyber wars, public opinion manipulation, and muddying the waters.

Regarding the overly sharp claims made by some media outlets, the Institute of Military Science's legal team and law firms have expressed strong protests and opposition, arguing that the claims damage the company's reputation, are fabricated out of thin air, and that any instances of such claims will be subject to lawsuits and claims for compensation.

Undoubtedly, the crisis of the anti-monopoly investigation against Military Science has been successfully weathered.

The cost is that Afghanistan, some Middle East and Central Asian groups are increasingly demonized, and President Graham has signed an executive order called the "National Protection Plan to Prevent Foreign Terrorists from Entering the United States." This executive order has been dubbed a "Muslim ban" by pro-diversity civil society groups.

Military science, on the other hand, successfully distanced itself from the matter.

It would take at least a year or two of wrangling for Congress to reopen the investigation.

Vera would not sit idly by and wait for her fate.

As long as military science continues to develop, and consequently affects more constituencies and voters, the resistance to reopening the investigation will only increase.

Close the media interface.

Vera calmly opened the information in the Military Science Rapid Reaction Force section.

More samples of T-Veronica Virus are needed.

So, "The fruits that have blossomed and borne fruit, beyond what has been left behind, should be picked."

Vera opened the world map, zoomed in on South America, and finally locked the anchor point to a tropical rainforest.

"After all that, he still got the T-Veronica Virus, didn't he?"

Her gaze deepened. "Very well."

The Umbrella Antarctic Research Institute was swept up by the MSF forces she sent. Alexia Ashford was captured by Vera at that time, but there were quite a few Zombies infected with the T-Veronica Virus. Several were lost. Whether anyone with ulterior motives secretly took them, Vera didn't know.

All she knew was that there seemed to be reports of small-scale Resident Evil outbreaks in South America.

There was also a related case of a series of missing girls and information about a local drug lord.

The only known methods to compensate for the defects of T-Veronica Virus are cryogenic fusion and periodic organ transplantation.

Military science matters are numerous and complex, but these key information points, when combined, are worth Vera's attention.

Her gaze eventually settled on the employee file of Leon Kennedy in the Military Science Rapid Reaction Force section.

"Oh, let's bring him out. He's been training in the rapid reaction force for so long, he should be ready by now..."

After the transfer order was issued, Vera tilted her head back, leaned against the high-backed chair, and slowly closed her crystal-clear eyes.

New, exceptional cases of coexisting with the virus without mutating are coming soon.

"Yes, I urgently need a stable job to send to my boss's son."

Very faint and light, a low chuckle like someone trying to hold back a bad drink.

It's a dialogue, but more than that, it's 'talking to oneself'.

[By the way, any leads on the Manticore (manticore) bio-programmed virus?]

The synchronized thinking is not towards [Resident Evil], but towards [Call of Duty XI].

Ah, I managed to type it on my phone, albeit with some difficulty.

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142

Chapter 142 Vera in Atlas.

Call of Duty XI

Arlington National Cemetery, Virginia, North America.

July 24, 2058, 9:30 AM.

Cloudy day.

In late summer and early autumn, the lush trees in the cemetery begin to shed their leaves, and a bleak breeze gently caresses the yellowing, withered leaves.

A convoy of black SUVs with a logo featuring nested arrows in black, white, and red colors braked to a stop.

A sparse flow of people moved slowly, their black mid-heeled ankle boots making a 'shh, shh' sound as they stepped on the soft grass.

"Manticore (Manticore) biological genetically programmed virus, is it...?"

Silently chanting, Vera, dressed in a dark trench coat, reached out.

A withered leaf fell, its reflection shimmering on the crystal-clear irises of the eyes, which resembled deep, dark whirlpools.

[Cyberpunk] They're plotting a world war...

Although the potential for instability on my side is no less significant.

In a while...

With a silent murmur, Vera's lips curved into a slight smile. She turned her palm over, letting the withered leaves fall, while her other hand, holding a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums, white lilies, and pink carnations, swayed gently as she stepped into the semi-circular military cemetery.

The cemetery is covered in lush grass, with rows of white marble tombstones standing side by side, resembling a vast army of the deceased. Looking down at the rolling cemetery from a high vantage point, one gets a sense of awe and grandeur, a truly magnificent sight.

"Director."

"PhD."

"Ms. Russell."

Nodding to the black-clad bodyguards who were keeping watch along the way, Vera walked with the bouquet of flowers to a cemetery with relatively new tombstones.

A white man with a neatly slicked-back hairstyle and wearing a black suit had been standing in front of the tombstone for a long time.

The letters carved on the monument silently tell who it belongs to: Marine Corps Soldier: Will Robert Irons.

The person standing on the tombstone is the deceased's father, Jonathan Irons.

Vera's boss and part-time mentor, CEO of Atlas Group.

"Professor Ains."

"It's Vera. Has she already paid her respects to Joseph (the name of Vera's father in this world)?"

Ains responded without turning his head.

Nodding, Vera naturally stepped forward, bent down, and gently placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone. Then she stepped back and stood beside Ains, one step behind.

His expression was slightly solemn, but not exactly sad.

After all, she came here after paying Cheap Dad at the Atlas Warriors Cemetery.

As for why her Cheap Dad isn't buried in Arlington Cemetery.

Because those buried here are either soldiers who died in the USA's foreign wars, or politicians, national workers who died in the line of duty, or those who made outstanding contributions to the country.

Joseph died while carrying out a mission commissioned by Atlas Corporation, while Will died in a Marine Corps operation; the two deaths are not comparable.

Vera was actually not familiar with Will at all.

After she joined Atlas in 2053, they barely met, let alone spoke. Then in 2054, she rebelled and chose to join the army to escape her father's control.

Then he died.

Typical American rich kid problems.

Well, with such a privileged family background, it's one thing to join the army but not go to military academy, and of all the branches of service, he chose to be a fourth-class soldier, the Marun, out of youthful vigor.

"..."

In silence, Ains stared at his son's cold tombstone.

After a long silence, he suddenly said with a sense of emotion, "Four years. Will has been away from his family, friends, and comrades for four years."

Four years ago today, on July 24, 2054, Ains' son was buried here.