The Mutant's Primal Instinct

The incident in India was not an isolated case. Similar events were continuously playing out across the globe. At the same time, more and more mutants were being captured by prepared forces and sent in batches to Umbrella Corporation's laboratories in Raccoon City.

This small town, renamed by Chen Changsheng, had become America's brightest jewel. The wealth flowing out of it each year exceeded half the value created by all American companies. The various biotech innovations it spawned had fully permeated every aspect of people's lives. From aerospace to food, clothing, housing, and transportation, Umbrella Corporation had a place everywhere.

The energy giant Gentek Corporation directly controlled the world's energy lifelines, and its international business division rivaled a small United Nations.

Although Chen Changsheng had grown accustomed to living in New York, he had not forgotten his old base. Whatever research equipment and scientific knowledge the finest laboratories and universities in New York possessed, this place had an identical share.

In short, Raccoon Town was a state within a state in America. Even the Internal Revenue Service, hailed as America's tax overlord, had to bow obediently here. After all, money truly could do anything in this place.

On this day, the once-peaceful Raccoon City suddenly became bustling. One special convoy after another, emblazoned with Umbrella Corporation's logo, filed into the city and drove straight toward its central district.

There stood a massive Willow Tree that stretched from earth to sky, its towering canopy piercing the heavens like a gigantic divine umbrella shielding the world from the sun. Emerald willow branches swayed in the wind, resembling a living curtain in the breeze as they danced gracefully and stirred the heart.

With green lights all the way through, the cameras throughout Raccoon City automatically adjusted their angles, recording the locations of each