What the Hell Was This...?

As the alarm blared, the entire Hive erupted into chaos. Quite a few researchers conducting experiments were locked inside their laboratories before they even knew what had happened. Although the Clone Troopers sprang into action the moment they heard the alarm, Fang Zheng had directly sealed the armory doors shut, leaving the soldiers staring helplessly at the entrance.

Umbrella's Hives came equipped with standard high-tech facilities, and they had absolute confidence in their technology. Not to mention that crucial research bases like the Hive were isolated by physical networks. Under this world's usual rules, if you wanted to hack into the Hive's mainframe, you had to crawl through ventilation shafts like in Mission: Impossible, evade the central computer's surveillance, enter a heavily guarded server room, and connect to the mainframe port before you could even begin the intrusion.

Not to mention Umbrella's firewall was as sensitive as a menopausal woman. Forget hacking it—even sneaking a glance at it would probably set off an alarm.

By all rights, even this world's 007 could only dream of hacking into the Hive's mainframe.

But who could have expected Fang Zheng to show up in this world? His Personal Terminal was a fusion of Star Spirit and Xenappus Black Technology. The technological gap between him and Umbrella was like heaven and earth. Even the AST in the Spirit world had been one-shot by him with a single button press, so a second-rate system like Umbrella's went without saying. Before they could even react and shout, "What are you looking at?" he had already swung his club and knocked them out cold.

"Ding..."

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Fang Zheng strode out. The first thing he saw was a pure-white lobby and corridor, every inch of it screaming, "I'm high-tech!"... Of course, whatever the