Chapter 269
"I need more insurance, more insurance."
Chapter 263 Vera's No. 1 Rear Base - My Militech.
A crackling... unsettling noise mixed in with the radio communications.
The muffled gunshots echoed in the dim light, accompanied by chilling growls and chewing sounds that seemed to rise and fall in the distance.
"Whoosh—whoosh!"
Rapid breathing.
With a thud, the man scaled the wall and ran away.
Their pace quickened.
Suddenly, as he rounded the corner, the man stopped.
They suddenly held their breath and fell silent.
A trembling, over-the-shoulder perspective: On a street corner, one person is pouncing on another and devouring him.
The man hesitated, retreating hastily in fear, trying to avoid the disturbance. Unfortunately, the man who was enjoying his meal seemed to have heard the commotion behind him and suddenly turned his head around.
A deathly pale face, cloudy eyes, a gaping, bloody, festering mouth, and fresh granulation tissue dripping blood from its mouth.
"Zombies..."
The man murmured, lost in thought.
And the Zombies roared!
In the instant it opened its mouth in a frenzy, it launched itself forward at an angle that defied the human body's power structure, lunging at the man.
The man rolled on the ground, narrowly and dangerously avoiding the attack.
But the Zombies crashed heavily into a car parked on the side of the road.
The car alarm blared sharply, shattering the silence of the street.
In response, low growls and staggering footsteps echoed from all directions.
"Fuck you..."
The man, who scrambled to his feet using both hands and feet, looked desperate.
The Zombies, its head bleeding profusely, lunged at them a second time.
The world seemed to become hazy and chaotic at that moment.
Just then.
The bullet pierced through despair.
The Zombies's head exploded in mid-air as it lunged forward.
The man turned his head, and several angular, heavy rotorcraft flew towards him in the morning light.
The MILITECH logo, featuring a black background with yellow stripes and a V-shaped design nested within a square, stands out prominently on the device.
Militech headquartered in the San Francisco Bay Area.
Bang! The searchlight came down.
The rotors kicked up dust, and a holographic projection of the landing area, flashing red light, framed the man within it.
Da da da da—
The machine guns licking the ground were like whips cracking the earth, sending concrete flying and shattering hordes of corpses.
The man, who had survived the ordeal, shielded his eyes with his hand and looked up.
As the rappelling rope descended, thud! thud! thud!
Fluorescent ribbons shimmered and danced in the wind as fully armed corporate warriors slammed into the ground, sporting standard EXO exoskeletons, sci-fi armor plates, and fully equipped and modified military-grade equipment.
"You're safe."
More powerful than any comfort, a few simple words.
A large, iron-like hand pressed down on the man's shoulder and pulled him backward.
Behind him, a company soldier from MBCS (Biological Disaster Countermeasures Department) brushed past the man, kicked aside the car that was blocking the way, and met the Zombies that were jumping out from every nook and cranny.
Gunfire erupted, the flames reflecting off the man's face.
With a tearing sound, a medic with the Star of Life and the Red Cross on his arm ripped off the book wrapped around the man's arm, injected him with a T-Virus inhibitor, secured the survivor with a harness system, gave a thumbs-up, and then, with a hiss, pulled him into the air by a rappelling rope.
A man's perspective shifts from low to high.
There were explosions, flashes of light, and plumes of smoke.
A small town on the verge of destruction due to a bio-terrorist attack.
Fortunately, the slide into the abyss was put on hold.
The MBCS (Military Science and Technology Corps) is eliminating Zombies along the streets, survivors are being rescued, and construction of resettlement sites outside the city's blockade is in full swing...
The man breathed a long sigh of relief.
The image freezes at that moment.
—— [MBCS]——
"The Militech biological disaster countermeasures department is dedicated to protecting people from the threat of biological and chemical terrorist attacks."
"But our strength is far from enough."
"Therefore, we need physically strong, ambitious individuals who are ready to step forward and confront high threats at any time."
"If you are self-disciplined in your daily life, good at teamwork, and willing to improve yourself to fight terrorism and protect the vulnerable, then join us..."
[Resident Evil], West Coast, Bay Area, San Francisco CBD, Old Military Science Building.
After watching the recruitment propaganda video about MBCS submitted by the propaganda department in 2004, Vera rested her chin on the back of her hand and calmly sipped her tea.
It's alright, nothing special.
But that's enough.
Perhaps from Vera's perspective, it seems old-fashioned and lacks originality, but in the latter half of 2004, such a high-definition, explosive, and feature-packed promotional video, combined with real footage from a recorder, was still quite novel.
While the cutting-edge technology in this world may be "black" or "unconventional," its application in areas related to people's livelihoods hasn't accelerated much compared to the normal world.
Moreover, Military Science is now a large and powerful company, so it doesn't need to do anything fancy to attract attention. A steady and reliable demonstration of the company's strength is enough.
"Pass."
"In my personal opinion, it would be good to add a few more highlights involving the 'protagonist,' such as a scene where he kills a Zombies with a weapon and then drops the weapon. It doesn't need to be many, just a few seconds of footage. Finally, please pay attention to the MPAA rating."
Holding a teacup, Vera sat sideways in her executive chair, seemingly lost in thought. She simply waved her hand and said calmly.
"Yes!"
The head of public relations for the biological disaster countermeasures department, who had been sitting upright, stood up, nodded, and then took his leave.
Thud.
The moment the door closed, buzz! The ceiling-mounted camera in the office quickly projected an image of a young girl with a reddish glow around her eyes.
The Red Queen – Umbrella's core legacy.
"Madam Executive, according to the schedule, in 20 minutes, the Head of Public Relations for the Group's Security Services (MSF), Private Security, and Trauma Team will present you with the hiring proposals for the 2004 hiring season."
The Red Queen reported using its inorganic, three-no sound.
As for why there are no Rapid Response Security Forces (MSS) and Cleanup Forces (MTS), it's because they operate clandestinely, recruiting members internally. The Military Science's MaxTac, on the other hand, is the largest and most senior security department, directly under Vera's command.
"Are they all trying to get a piece of the pie during this year's US Military discharge season (August)...?"
Vera put down her teacup. "Understood. Step aside. Block mode."
"Yes."
There was no melodramatic commotion from artificial intelligence asking "why" out of emotion; the Red Queen swiftly accepted the order, and the projection dissipated.
Ah, in a cyberspace unpolluted by Rachie Batmos and Rogue AI outside the Great Firewall, 'pure and innocent' highly intelligent AI is the best beast of burden.
With a smile that seemed to gloat, Vera stood up, walked to the spacious French windows, and stood with her hands behind her back.
She looks down at her own San Francisco Bay Area through the reflection of herself in the mirrored glass.
"Following the three laws of robotics proposed by Asimov, I have also set up three laws for military AI, including the Red Queen."
Silent soliloquy.
Absolutely obey Vera Adelheid Russell's orders.
Vera Adelheid Russell's interests must be protected from harm.
All paradoxical judgments ultimately conform to the judgment logic of Vera Adelheid Russell.
"Insurance? Don't worry, the Tyrant-Ghoul-118-09 fusion virus (TG-Progenitor-Veronica- Ghoul) was manufactured here. Although there is no prospect of a targeted vaccine serum or a specific drug, we do have a blocking agent."
"In the end, it is still just an RNA virus based on DNA. Although it does not strictly follow the law of conservation of energy, it is still a bit short of the level required to deal with monsters and demons. According to tests, our basically completed [Battle Armor] system can fly smoothly to the stratosphere, which is more than enough to deal with the bio-BOW."
"To prevent decapitation? Or the absolute protection zone system of the laboratory product plus your EMP capacitor module should be enough to withstand tactical nuclear weapons. Provided it doesn't explode at point-blank range."
"The decisive weapon? Freya's antimatter annihilation warhead is still under development, and it keeps failing. However, there are a lot of experimental byproducts, such as new mixed explosives, high-energy propellants, and more. I have also made quite a few Sakura Stone bombs with larger explosive yields but smaller size. Don't worry, they are stored here with me and you are welcome to use them at any time."
"Seriously, do they really think I'm a warehouse?"
After gazing for a while at the Golden Gate Bridge with its Militech Security advertisements projected onto it and the construction site of the Militech Tower rising near Contra Costa County Harbor in the East Bay, Vera looked away.
Turning around, I took a step forward and skillfully pushed open the corner door of the office, entering the bedroom used for resting. Then I pressed the perfectly fitted luxury stone wall, and it clicked.
A layer appears.
A hidden titanium alloy pneumatic gate.
As Vera entered the password and collected the prosthetic key and biometric information, the door opened.
A suddenly open and bright view.
A large vault made of special steel that is resistant to drilling and cutting.
It is categorized and displayed inside:
Sakura Dite bombs (fuse separation), serums of the Progenitor Virus and T-series viruses, highly concentrated liquid Sakura Dite stored in different types of metal empty tube containers, weapon module energy packs of different specifications, Blaze Luminous generators, anti-radiation drugs, fusion virus blocking drugs, S+ level and above composite Quinque, weapons, ammunition...
Though small, the sparrow has all the vital organs.
Such 'extreme combat backpacks' can be found in the headquarters building of Military Science and Technology Park No. 1, in the basement of Vera's mansion in San Francisco, and in the Military Science and Technology Exhibition Hall Strategic Expo No. 1 private venue.
This is to prevent unexpected situations.
Convenient to access anytime.
"That should be appropriate."
November 11th is their Veterans Day.
Chapter 264: Learn from past mistakes to avoid future ones, treat others kindly, use them cautiously, and throw them away bravely.
Is this appropriate?
That should be appropriate.
Cyberpunk
As she pondered, Vera lowered her left hand from her cheek, her brows relaxed, and she turned to face the light, her indigo eyes reflecting the ethereal figure on the waxed table.
Her reflection, and the details that only she herself could see:
A light-colored suit with gold trim, a decorative gold prosthetic indentation at the temple woven from flowing metal and platinum threads, a "MILITECH" logo pin on the left lapel, and a star-spangled pocket square with a straight fold in the chest pocket...