mchenry-crisis.org Chapter 89 Umbrella Board Representatives
Chapter 89 Umbrella Board Representatives
The Hexagon Warfare Command Center.
The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.
On the huge electronic screen, divided into dozens of smaller images, the devastation at the Umbrella headquarters was displayed from all angles.
"The blockade has been completed; not even a fly can get out."
The Defense Minister looked grave.
"The key question now is, what exactly is inside? And what about those bastards from Umbrella? Haven't we made contact with them yet?"
"Mr. Minister."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in an expensive suit and gold-rimmed glasses pushed open the door and entered, followed by two lawyers carrying briefcases.
The person who arrived was none other than Morgan, the representative behind Umbrella.
His expression remained unchanged despite Umbrella's predicament; he even wore a professional, fake smile.
"The board deeply regrets this incident. But now is not the time to assign blame."
"An accident? You call this an accident?"
Smith pointed to a surveillance video on the screen showing the interior of Umbrella's headquarters building.
"This is turning into a biohazard! You're telling me it was an accident?"
"No, no, no, this is just a small setback on the road of scientific exploration."
Morgan adjusted his glasses, glanced at the cauliflower-headed monster in the image, and then said in a flat tone,
"Minister, I feel it's necessary to remind you."
The underground data center of that building contains complete experimental data on the 'G virus', as well as the latest vaccine development information.
If all this data is destroyed in this disaster, I guarantee that America's leading position in the field of biology will regress by fifty years.
Upon hearing the words "vaccine" and "leading position," several generals in the conference room who had initially advocated for direct bombing hesitated.
In this country, the power of capital often outweighs that of guns and cannons.
"and,"
Morgan played his trump card.
That data is worth three hundred billion US dollars.
"If we can recover it, the board can provide some support for your military budget next year."
Smith took a deep breath, and the anger in his eyes was instantly suppressed by greed.
Three hundred billion.
There's also military spending.
"Damn capitalists."
Smith muttered a curse under his breath, then grabbed the communicator, his tone instantly turning cold and hard.
"Order the 'Thor' special operations team to immediately enter the Umbrella Corporation building!"
Mission objective: Recover all data hard drives in the three-story underground data center!
"But Minister, we still don't know much about the situation inside..."
The intelligence officer next to him tried to dissuade him.
"No buts!"
Smith interrupted rudely.
"That's an order! Tell them, if they don't get the data, they shouldn't come back alive!"
……
Raccoon City, outside the Umbrella Corporation building.
Twelve fully armed special forces soldiers are inspecting their equipment.
They are the most elite special forces in the United States, each armed to the teeth, equipped with the latest exoskeleton assistive systems and fully enclosed chemical protective suits.
Similarly, they are all power-type awakened beings.
Even those who are only at the lowest level of awakening are still incomparable to ordinary people.
"Listen, lads."
The squad leader's voice was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the bone conduction headphones.
"Our task from above is simple: go in, get the stuff, and come out. If anyone messes up, I'll kick their ass off."
"Don't worry, Captain, we're good at this kind of job."
The demolition expert smiled as he cocked his shotgun.
"No matter how monstrous those monsters are, they're still flesh and blood. One shot and they'll all be subdued."
"Set off!"
At a command, twelve figures swiftly passed through the blockade like ghosts, using window breaker hammers to smash open a floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the building.
wow-
The glass shattered.
The team filed in.
As soon as they entered the building, everyone stopped in their tracks.
Quiet.
It's too quiet.
There were no alarms, no screams.
A thin layer of green mist hung in the air, reducing visibility to extremely low levels.
Even more bizarrely, the ground, walls, and even the ceiling were covered with a thick layer of mycelium that looked like a carpet.
These mycelia display eerie, vibrant colors and are even slightly wriggling, as if the entire building has transformed into the internal organs of some kind of creature.
"What the hell is this?"
The scouts held their rifles, the beams of their tactical flashlights appearing particularly weak in the green mist.
"Why does it feel like we've entered a tropical rainforest?"
"Keep in formation and stop talking nonsense."
The captain whispered, but his own heart was racing.
This environment terrified even a seasoned veteran like him.
"Report: The thermal imager is severely interfered with, showing only red spots, and it's impossible to distinguish whether the source is a biological or environmental heat source."
The technician looked at the screen on his wrist, his voice trembling slightly.
"Switch to night vision mode and continue."
The team carefully stepped onto the mycelial carpet, making "plop, plop" sounds under their feet, as if they were stepping on rotting flesh.
Sudden.
"Click".
A crisp sound came from the corner of the hall ahead.
Everyone's gun barrels instantly pointed in that direction.
"Who goes there? Come out!" the scout shouted.
no respond.
Only the teeth-grinding "click, click" sound grew more and more frequent, like someone rapidly tapping their teeth.
Immediately afterwards, a figure in a tattered security guard uniform staggered out from around the corner.
"Hands up! Lie down!" the scout warned.
The figure ignored them, keeping its head down, its body convulsing in an extremely contorted position.
"Fire!"
boom!
Upon receiving the order, the squad members pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullets accurately struck the enemy's thigh.
However, the expected screams and collapse did not occur.
The security guard staggered for a moment, then suddenly looked up.
At that moment, through the high-definition camera on the special forces soldier's helmet, all the senior executives in the Pentagon conference room saw that face clearly.
Or rather, it can no longer be called a face.
The entire head split open from the middle, resembling a blooming carnivorous flower, covered with bright red muscle textures and white fungal spores.
The original location of the eyes was replaced by constantly wriggling granulation tissue.
"My God... how did these monsters evolve?"
In the conference room, someone couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
"roar--!!"
However, just as everyone was in shock.
The monster let out a piercing shriek, and with a sudden burst of power from its legs, it ignored the gunshot wound on its thigh and pounced like a cheetah!
It's so fast it's practically unreasonable!
"Fire! Free fire!!" the captain roared.
Da da da da—
The silence was instantly shattered by a burst of gunfire.
The special forces' firepower was incredibly fierce; countless bullets rained down on the monster, tearing it to shreds.
But the monster seemed to feel no pain, charging through the hail of bullets to the scouts. Its man-eating flower head suddenly opened and bit into one of the team members' necks.
Shila-
The tough fabric of the hazmat suit was as brittle as paper in the face of the monster's sharp teeth.
"Aaaaaah!!"
With the team member's agonizing scream, blood gushed out instantly.
"Damn it! Headshot! Shoot it in the head!"
The demolition expert rushed forward, pressed the shotgun against the monster's head, and pulled the trigger hard.
boom!
The monster's head was smashed into a pulp.
But this is not the end.
Following the gunshots and screams, the previously deathly silence of the darkness was suddenly broken by the sound of hurried footsteps.
Click, click, click...
The tingling, clicking sounds rose and fell, instantly becoming a continuous chorus.
The sound was like the croaking of frogs in a rice paddy in summer.
However, the frog's croaking wasn't asking for insects, but for living people.
"Captain...look...look around..."
The technician's voice was choked with sobs.
Everyone looked around.
All they could see were these monsters with their heads bursting open, crawling densely all over the corridor, the ceiling, and the ventilation duct openings.
They clung to the wall like geckos, their faceless bodies staring straight at the squad below.
The quantity is at least hundreds.
"Retreat! Retreat! Cover fire!"
The captain roared madly, his assault rifle aimed without hesitation at the crawling monsters.
In an instant, bullets rained down, a storm of metal raged, and the monsters were splattered with blood and their limbs were severed...
however,
Those monsters may not have strong individual defense, but their sheer number makes them formidable.
Moreover, they all act swiftly and do not play by the rules.
Even more frightening is that as soon as they scratch or bite through your protective suit, those green spores will instantly burrow inside.
In just two minutes, three soldiers in the squad had already fallen.
Those fallen soldiers would stagger to their feet a few dozen seconds later, join the monsters, and turn around to attack their former comrades.
This kind of psychological blow is more deadly than a physical one.
"Get out of there to the elevator shaft! There are fire doors there!"
The surviving few fought their way back, finally reaching the elevator entrance.
However, just as they were about to blow open the elevator door...
Boom!
A loud bang came from beneath our feet.
The entire building seemed to tremble.
Immediately afterwards, the marble bricks on the ground suddenly shattered, and a huge hand covered with black chitinous carapace burst out of the ground and grabbed the machine gunner responsible for covering the rear.
"What is that?!"
Everyone turned around in horror.
A large hole appeared in the ground, and a terrifying giant, over three meters tall, slowly crawled out from underground.
Its entire body was covered in a fungal shell that resembled heavy armor, and its right arm was an exaggeratedly thick tentacle, on which the struggling machine gunner was hanging.
"Help...help me..."
puff!
However, before he could cry for help, the enormous tentacle suddenly contracted.
The next moment, the machine gunner was crushed into a pulp, just like a tomato that had been squeezed.
Blood and fragments of internal organs were scattered everywhere.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat immediately..."
The remaining team members completely broke down.
The weapon in his hand struck the monster, but only sent up a series of sparks; it couldn't even penetrate its outer shell.
"roar!!"
The fungal tyrant roared and charged forward. With a wave of its left hand, it swatted the two closest special forces soldiers away like flies, sending them crashing heavily against the wall and turning them into two meat patties.
……
Meanwhile, at the Hexagon command center.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the hellish scene on the screen.
That three-meter-tall monster was beyond their comprehension; it was simply a war machine born for slaughter.
"This...this is what you call...a normal leak?"
Smith turned his head and stared intently at Morgan, his eyes bloodshot.
Morgan could no longer laugh.
He stared at the screen in astonishment, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"This, this is impossible, this isn't something our company researches..."
He stared at the screen and muttered to himself. At that moment, the perspective of the last special forces soldier on the screen was still shaking.
He is the captain of the special operations team...
He was quickly cornered, and his gun was out of bullets.
Not far in front of him was the giant monster slowly approaching, its enormous shadow gradually enveloping him completely...
zizi——
At last,
The entire screen went black...
At the same time, all the lights representing the team members on the monitor screen next to them went out!