Alpha Omicron

Sui Bian finished reading the files.

He listened to the accounts provided by the Red and White Queens.

"Sigh..."

Sui Bian leaned back in his computer chair, gazing at the ceiling with a soft sigh.

The road ahead was long and arduous.

The Red and White Queens could assist him in usurping the Board of Directors and even eliminating that old man Spencer, but acting rashly would inevitably trigger a chain reaction.

One had to realize that Umbrella was riddled with turncoats from within, while numerous hostile corporations and factions watched from the outside.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Sui Bian prepared to take control of Raccoon City step by step, gradually seize Umbrella's military power, and then take over these five facilities one by one.

To control Raccoon City and ensure the integrity of the underground and surrounding facilities, Sui Bian had to deal with William Birkin and Albert Wesker first.

These two.

One intended to defect to the U.S. government to save his own skin after completing the G-Virus.

The other planned to use combat data and all of Umbrella's classified information and archives to secure a high-ranking position at a rival corporation.

In short, both were planning to use Umbrella as a stepping stone to secure a better future for themselves.

Only after handling these two could Sui Bian focus on the target of the challenge mission issued by the system: James Marcus.

After all, the current Wesker had yet to inject the variant strain of the Progenitor Virus customized for him by William to become the legendary boss of the Resident Evil series, whereas Marcus was already the hermaphroditic Leech Queen.

At this moment, Sui Bian glanced at the bottom right corner of the screen.

03:12.

A rough plan had already taken shape in Sui Bian's mind, but the internet of this era was far inferior to that of 2021, and the Americans had a culture of not starting work before nine...

Coupled with the fatigue caused by his body's sudden transformation, Sui Bian found it difficult to concentrate, so he decided to rest for a while.

Afterward.

He took a quick shower, dried off, grabbed a thin blanket from the bedroom closet, and collapsed onto the rather cramped sofa.

The sofa was uncomfortable to sleep on, but it was far better than that bed with its strange odor; he knew full well what the original owner had done on that mattress.

He lay down, closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep as drowsiness gradually took hold.

Time: May 31, 1998.

Raccoon City.

Early morning.

04:14.

The entire city remained in slumber.

There were almost no vehicles on the city streets, though a few drunks could still be seen wandering about, along with beggars sleeping in alleys, covered by newspapers.

The southwest district of Raccoon City.

This was an area clustered with industrial plants, waste treatment facilities, and warehouses; there was not a single vehicle or citizen to be seen on the streets.

However, there was plenty of greenery nearby, and a few birds had already begun their morning chirping—peaceful and pleasant.

At this moment.

A black four-seater sedan drove along the main road of the southwest district.

It drove straight past two intersections, turned right, continued straight, and finally arrived in front of the main entrance of an inconspicuous warehouse.

In the security booth to the right of the main gate, a "security guard" in a black uniform kept his right hand on his sidearm, watching the sedan.

"Beep! Beep-beep!" The sedan honked in a rhythmic pattern.

Seeing this.

The guard relaxed his vigilance slightly and pressed the red button on his console, causing the gate barrier to rise to let the sedan pass.

The sedan drove straight to the right side of the warehouse, where several vehicles of various models were already parked in the empty lot at the edge.

Seeing this, the driver parked next to a blue Ford pickup truck.

Handbrake.

Engine off.

Door opened.

Four muscular men wearing loose jeans and dark short-sleeved shirts stepped out one after another.

They opened the trunk, and each picked up a black duffel bag.

The last muscular man to retrieve his bag casually slammed the trunk shut and followed his three companions through the side door into the warehouse.

They walked inside.

The interior of the warehouse was devoid of any cargo, illuminated instead by bright, stark lights.

In the center, four white square tables were arranged in a grid.

The tables were piled high with various weapons, ammunition, and gear.

Beside the tables stood muscular men who shared the same "vibe" as the four who had just arrived.

These men were dressed similarly, wearing loose jeans or work pants paired with dark short or long-sleeved shirts.

The men were methodically calibrating their firearms and outfitting themselves with their gear.

The four newcomers approached one of the less crowded tables.

They placed their travel bags on the surface, unzipped them to reveal the weapons and equipment inside, and joined the others in the process of preparation.

The scene was identical to special forces in action or war movies, performing pre-battle preparations inside a warehouse or hangar.

In reality, they were Umbrella's special forces: the Alpha and Omicron teams of the USS.

Following the Red Queen's orders and without reporting to the company, the two combat squads had secretly transported their respective gear from Europe and South America to Raccoon City.

Outside the warehouse perimeter.

A four-man Omicron combat team was deployed to maintain security, and the "security guard" from earlier was a member of this very squad.

As for the money used to purchase this warehouse...

Sui Bian had completed the acquisition quickly with the assistance of the White Queen.

She had "borrowed" a small amount of company funds, transferred them to Sui Bian's account via email, and left no trace behind.

Sui Bian stood to the left of the warehouse center, dressed in a black suit, white shirt, and dark blue tie, his black leather shoes polished to a shine.

With his arms crossed, he watched silently as the USS operatives organized their weapons and gear.

Combined with his stern expression and gelled short hair, he truly looked like a business elite or a high-ranking corporate executive.

In fact, two days ago, the Red Queen had arranged an identity for Sui Bian—

He was a member of the company's board of directors.

However, this board position was known only to the Red Queen and the White Queen; the company's senior staff and the board itself were completely unaware of Sui Bian's existence, and there were no Chinese members on the board.

Yet, for the USS, this was more than enough.

Although the USS was Umbrella's covert unit, they were still, ultimately, expendable cannon fodder.

Most of the USS operatives were self-aware enough to know this fact, and they did not concern themselves with the composition of the company's upper management, choosing only to follow orders from their superiors.

However, the fact that a board member was directly commanding this operation gave the USS operatives a sense of being valued, invisibly increasing their identification with and sense of belonging to the company.

Therefore, the USS operatives felt nothing out of the ordinary.