I awakened to be a menace at the start of the game, and my parents sent me to the cherry blossom vie

Chapter 268 Preparing to Travel Alone

Cheyenne Mountain Base, inside the conference room.

After the communication was cut off, no one spoke.

Harrison sat at the head of the long table, his hands clasped in front of him.

His gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling on the Stars and Stripes still hanging on the wall.

"Execute it."

Those three seemingly innocuous words, when they landed in the conference room, carried a weight heavier than any bomb.

Greg suddenly stood up:

"Harrison! Do you know what you're doing? That's our last..."

"The last one?"

Harrison interrupted him.

"The trump card? Or the final freedom?"

"Greg, you need to understand, those nuclear warheads are completely useless to us now. We can't even open the missile silos."

Greg opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He certainly knew that this was true.

The launch of nuclear weapons requires a presidential authorization code, and the president... went missing on the first day Washington fell.

They have the location of the nuclear missile base, but they don't have the key.

It's like a person holding a locked gun, facing a hungry wolf.

It's completely useless.

"Organize all the data, including those who have retired, those who have been sealed, and those who are still in service; not a single one should be missed."

Harrison continued calmly, "Twenty-four hours, that's the time limit he gave us."

Burns stood up and walked toward the door, preparing to arrange specific tasks.

He paused when he reached the door.

"Harrison, do you really think he can do what he says?"

Harrison did not answer.

But everyone present understood.

The other party is absolutely capable of doing it.

Imagine, if they could establish a spore defense line and have an independent intelligence network in a situation where infected creatures were rampant, what else could the enemy not do?

Therefore, no one doubted Lin Fan's words at all.

Unlike the others, Greg sat back down in his chair.

He suddenly felt that the chair was very hard, so hard that he couldn't sit on it.

"...I'll go and oversee the organization of the data."

With that, he stood up and walked out without looking back.

Monica watched his retreating figure, then turned to Harrison and said, "Has he finally come to his senses?"

"It's not that I've figured it out," Harrison said, taking off his glasses and wiping them. "It's that I'm terrified of dying."

Monica did not refute.

The meeting room gradually dispersed, leaving only Brian and Monica.

Brian leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and suddenly spoke: "Monica, have you ever thought about something?"

"What?"

"After we've given them everything, what value do we have left to them?"

Monica stopped tidying up the documents.

Brian continued:

"We've given him the supplies, sent the personnel, and handed over the coordinates of the nuclear facility. At that point, what reason would he have to continue cooperating with us?"

"you mean……"

"What I mean is," Brian lowered his voice, "that instead of sitting here waiting to be forgotten, we should... go over there too."

Monica looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.

"You mean, to Raccoon City?"

"right."

Do you think he will accept us?

"We don't need his acceptance."

Brian pushed up his glasses.

"We just need to stay within his lines. As for our identities, we can discuss that later. But the prerequisite is... we have to stay alive."

Monica fell silent upon hearing this. After a long while, she stood up.

"I'll go talk to Harrison."

……

While Cheyenne Mountain was busily compiling data on nuclear facilities across the country, on the other side of the American continent, on a desolate highway in Kansas, something insignificant yet utterly absurd was happening.

A dilapidated school bus was parked in the middle of the road, its body covered in scratches and dried blood.

The car door was open, and a middle-aged, overweight man wearing a Superman T-shirt stepped out.

The fat man held a shotgun in his hand and had an old-fashioned radio hanging from his waist.

His name was Bob Thompson, and he was a school bus driver before the disaster.

Now, he is the sole guardian of the fourteen children on this school bus.

He desperately wanted to just leave, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Don't get out of the car!"

He shouted into the car, then looked around at the empty intersection.

The road sign indicates two directions.

To the left, Kansas City, 180 miles away.

To the right, Denver, 340 miles.

Bob looked to his left, then to his right, and then tried turning the knob on the radio at his waist...

There was still nothing on the radio, only hissing white noise.

However, just as he was about to turn it off, a broken sound broke through the noise.

"...Raccoon City...Safe Zone...Repeat...All survivors...Proceed to...Raccoon City..."

The sudden noise startled Bob.

Without hesitation, he quickly held the radio to his ear and listened carefully again and again until he was sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Then he turned around, went back to the car, and took out a map to search.

"Children!"

He quickly located "Raccoon City" on the map, then turned excitedly to the children, "Sit tight! We've got our destination!"

A little girl peeked out: "Mr. Bob, where are we going?"

"Let's go to Raccoon City."

Bob said as he started the engine.

"A raccoon? Is it a small animal?"

"Yes, small animals."

Bob didn't mind the children's ignorance and immediately turned the school bus around. "Kids, let's go."

As he spoke, the school bus swayed and lurched southward, disappearing at the end of the empty highway.

……

Raccoon City.

Lin Fan stared at the screen in front of him, which was receiving encrypted data packets from Xia Yanshan in real time.

The data volume is large, and the transmission speed is not fast, but the progress bar is steadily advancing.

"This group is quite efficient."

Mark, watching the screen, couldn't help but sigh.

"These officials are really afraid of dying! Less than eight hours have passed."

"Well, everyone's just trying to survive," Lin Fan replied casually.

As the two were talking, the progress bar on the screen jumped to 100%.

Transmission complete.

Lin Fan immediately opened the file list and glanced at it.

All 54 nuclear power plants are marked with precise coordinates, reactor models, and current status assessments.

As for the other information, it includes all kinds of information about nuclear facilities, intercontinental ballistic missile silos, strategic nuclear submarine bases, air force nuclear weapons storage depots, decommissioned warhead dismantling plants, etc.

After a quick glance, he quickly returned to the nuclear power plant section, scanning the map several times before finally pointing to a location.

"This is it."

Mark leaned over and took a look:

"The Karlovy Varyag nuclear power plant? Missouri?"

"Yes. It's less than 300 kilometers away from Raccoon City as the crow flies, and data shows that its cooling system has been shut down for more than 72 hours, but there hasn't been a leak yet."

"It hasn't leaked yet? Isn't that a good thing?"

"Good thing my foot."

Lin Fan shook his head.

"The absence of leaks does not mean it won't explode, but it could explode at any time. Reactors in this critical state are the most dangerous."

Of course, it's also the "freshest".

He didn't say it aloud, but he immediately made a decision.

I'm leaving tonight.

Mark was taken aback: "Tonight? So soon?"

"We have to be in a hurry. If it explodes first and the radiation spreads towards Raccoon City, that would be a real problem."

While this reason is somewhat far-fetched, it is still reasonable.

Lin Fan turned off the screen and stood up.

"Prepare a vehicle, fill it with gas, and bring two days' worth of rations and water. No need for weapons; I'll bring my own."

"Boss, should we bring a few people?"

"No need. I'll go alone."

Mark opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Having worked for this boss for so long, he has learned one thing—when Lin Fan says no, he really means no.

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