2027, Intelligence
Seeing the insignia, the Bosa cursed under his breath. "Damn it, Umbrella's people are sticking their noses in here too?"
The bartender lowered his voice. "Sir, ever since something happened at Royal No. 4 Bar, people from the Umbrella Pharmaceutical Group have been constantly patrolling the area."
"What exactly are they looking for?" The Bosa stared viciously at the squad of Umbrella Pharmaceutical Group mercenaries and spoke in a low voice.
All the soldiers wore gas masks, their expressions hidden from view. The electronic tactical goggles connected to the masks glowed red. They wore fully sealed black bodysuits beneath harnesses and ballistic plates. On their arms was an insignia of a sword and shield added to the Umbrella logo, with four letters above it: U.B.C.S.
"U.B.C.S... Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service..." The Bosa's expression twisted.
The bartender whispered, "Looks like you know them. They're a mercenary unit established by the Umbrella Pharmaceutical Group. Quite a few of them are veterans who fought in the Clone Wars. Especially in recent years, a lot of remnants from the Confederacy of Independent Systems have come over here and been hired by Umbrella. No matter what grudge you have against them, I suggest you don't provoke them. Those people are truly inhuman. They kill at the slightest disagreement."
"Ah... of course I know." The Bosa lowered his head, concealing the killing intent in his eyes.
Over there, the U.B.C.S. mercenaries had begun making rounds among the bar's patrons, scanning everyone with a detector.
"Behave yourself!" One mercenary shoved the Bosa, then rudely scanned him right in front of his face.
The Bosa suppressed his emotions as much as possible and did not lash out, allowing the mercenaries to treat him roughly. But his fists clenched tightly, and his body trembled slightly.
After scanning