Long-term salvation

Rhodes has always been very tolerant towards the girls in Hill Villa.

"Mr. Hammond," Rhodes turned to look at the old man with wide eyes and asked a little embarrassedly, "Are there any other dinosaurs with ferocious habits on this island? Just a few more would be great. My girls seem very interested in them."

"This...we also have a Tyrannosaurus Rex on this island, and a Spinosaurus on another island, as well as several other large carnivorous dinosaurs, but it will take time to transport them here."

Hammond gasped for breath as he watched the girls leap from the several-meter-high fence and chatter around the three raptors. Makoto, riding the largest raptor, looked smug and seemed to be enjoying the scenery.

What the hell are these girls?! Are they cloned, genetically modified humans? No normal person could just jump down, and coexist harmoniously with ferocious carnivorous dinosaurs!

The trembling old man held up his hat and leaned on his cane. He felt how Director Grant almost fainted just now.

However, think about the technological capabilities of Atlas Corporation and Aperture Technology, and then think about the moral bottom line of Mr. Carvin Johnson... No, he has nothing that can be called a "moral bottom line."

Without further thought, Hammond didn't say anything more. He just lowered his hat and continued the previous topic:

"Also, it's best not to transport dinosaurs from Isla Sorna now—the storm is coming, tonight—the entire Nublar Island will be blocked by then, and we plan to test the entire park's security system at that time to ensure there are no unexpected situations."

"So you invited Dr. Alan Grant?" Rhodes raised his eyebrows. "If I hadn't come, you would have invited someone else, right?"

"exactly."

"I understand," Rhode nodded slightly. He stood by the fence and watched the girls below luring the velociraptors with pieces of meat.

Bai Zi was putting his hand in the velociraptor's huge mouth full of fangs, but the latter was frightened by the instinctive breath of death and dared not move. His pitiful appearance did not look like that of a ferocious predator at all.

Like Makoto, Little Red Riding Hood also tried to ride on the back of the velociraptor, but was unsuccessful - Nikki did not have the power of Satan or the Egyptian god of death, and the only way to tame the beast was through pure violence.

Abigail and Nyaru were whispering around the velociraptor under Makoto's seat, as if they were planning to add something more to this flesh and blood body...but they couldn't add anything more!

"What are you two doing?!" Rod shouted, banging on the railing. "Don't cause trouble for Mr. Hammond and my Jurassic Park!"

"Sensei! Can we get one back home to raise? We'll keep it in Arkham Forest outside of Hill House!" Makoto made trumpet shapes with her hands, leaped from the velociraptor's back, and petted the trembling genetic beast, her face full of pride. "The soldiers will definitely like it!"

"They wouldn't like it... Wait, what you said does make sense."

Rhode thought it would be a good idea to get a few velociraptors or some other genetically modified monsters for the soldiers to practice with. Just as he was thinking about it, Hammond's incredulous voice came from the side:

"You just said 'my Jurassic Park', which means..."

"Yes, Mr. Hammond."

Rhodes met the old man's eyes and said gently:

"I will make a large investment in this Jurassic Park project and your InGen company, and provide matching security services, but we need to change the name to Jurassic World. What do you think of this name?"

Chapter 447 The Storm is Coming

"The storm arrived earlier than expected and we don't have much time."

Albert Wesker (from the "Resident Evil" series) reached out to push up his sunglasses. He was standing on the bridge of a container ship, looking at the target island that had not yet appeared on the horizon.

The specially modified freighter was sailing on the edge of a tropical storm, but even so, this hundreds of thousands of tons of steel behemoth built by humans could not withstand the aftermath of nature - the surging waves rose and fell, causing the waves to wash the deck from time to time, and the dark green algae attached to the steel beams and container handles.

This is a joint attack force formed by Umbrella Corporation and ATC. After the Organization's repeated attempts to acquire InGen were rejected by its founder John Hammond, they planned to use force to plunder.

By the way, let this Mr. Hammond die in an accident, die in the mouth of a dinosaur? This is indeed a death that suits his status.

ATC's cloned soldiers will complete the task - although this action is somewhat reluctant.

"Aha, you're here, Mr. Wesker. We can discuss this now... Ugh," the ATC representative said with a sullen expression, clearly not used to the worsening sea conditions. "Let's discuss the specific details of the operation... Ugh... Damn it, I really should have prepared to go to the island with those soldiers!"

"You are just a witness, Mr. Carson Salyers (from "Fear"), no need to act with the likes of us nobody."

Wesker replied calmly, looking at the senior member of ATC in front of him with a cold gaze - this man's character, skills and abilities were second to none in ATC, and no one would doubt that he would be able to enter the company's board of directors in the future and become one of its highest-level members.

Just like metabolism, the top personnel of the [Organization] may experience unexpected "losses" or be forced to enter dormancy due to old age. In such cases, it is only natural to supplement them with capable successors, but the process can be extremely cruel... As for the position of the Soul Seat, one less is better than one more:

We don’t actually need that many “gods” to guide the future evolution of mankind, do we?

"Oh, please don't say that," Carson Saliers shrugged, trying his best to maintain his composure in front of his partners and competitors. "I know you're a big shot in the Organization. Even though you run very fast every time, you still manage to bring out extremely valuable information."

Hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashed in Wesker's eyes behind his sunglasses, and then he retorted:

"I thought ATC was a quiet bunch, like your toy soldiers."

After saying this, Wesker ignored the expressions of the people around him and simply pushed up his sunglasses, looking at the pile of containers in front of him. His eyes seemed to see through all obstacles and saw the biological weapons and clone soldiers from ATC inside.

The genetically modified monsters are lying dormant, waiting for the opportunity to be released - there are many dinosaurs on the two islands, and perhaps they can be used as testing tools... But for now, it is better to complete the main task first.

With this in mind, Wesker turned and walked past Carson Saliers, who looked indifferent. He whispered:

"I'll personally go to Sorna Island to retrieve the genetic data. You'd better get ATC's clone soldiers to do their job, as well as the insiders you've bribed... The last person who worked with me was the unlucky guy from Mobius, who ended up having his head split open with an axe."

Carson Saliers did not take such threats and warnings seriously, or rather, he had no intention of putting himself in danger.

"When the time comes, I will order the freighter to return. Don't expect me to send a rescue team, Mr. Albert Wesker."

In response, Wesker just snorted coldly and walked away. He will then act together with several Umbrella security forces, whose main purpose is to recover data and protect technicians who operate biological weapons. Monsters can do the work of destruction and killing.

Watching Wesker's back completely disappear behind the door, Carson Saliers shrugged. He walked to the captain from ATC and whispered:

"They changed course an hour after setting off and were ready to return from the north. If the operation is beyond our control, we should evacuate immediately and leave no one behind. Our enemies are not so careless. Don't waste the company's assets at this time."

When the captain heard this, he did not answer, but just nodded slightly.

"That's good."

Patting the captain's shoulder, Carson Saliers leaned against the porthole and retched a few times. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. A cruel coldness appeared in his eyes:

For ATC, which had suffered considerable losses in the last large-scale attack, embezzling its technological assets would be much easier as long as Hammond was completely dead—and now? Umbrella was also interested in that genetic technology, so much so that ATC felt uncomfortable and resentful.

Umbrella Corporation's recent research and expansion were too radical, so radical that it felt as if someone was whipping it from behind... The hand holding the whip was covered with age spots, and every swing was filled with anxiety and cowardice.

Maybe that's why they're so crazy.

"Oh, Umbrella's power is growing, and it's beginning to unsettle the balance within the organization," Carson Saliers said, standing straight and looking out the window at the camouflaged container that had been opened, allowing the UH-60 helicopter inside to slowly rise. "Rise and fall is the law of the development of all things—it's just that some people can overcome difficulties and obstacles, while others can't."

After laughing at his "partner" in his heart, Carson Saliers suddenly had a ridiculous idea:

Will ATC also completely disappear in a spectacular explosion of fireworks in the future?

“…It’s better not to.”

Carson Saliers, whose heart had stopped for a moment, sighed, folded his handkerchief, and stuffed it into his pocket.

“Finding a new job is hard.”

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In the waters near Costa Rica, on the seabed, the Alicorn submarine carrier.

"Everyone, if there is an opportunity, we will conduct a catapult test with two M6S AS, and the carrier-based aircraft pilots must be prepared to provide support."

Nikki Helen spoke to the mass-produced Nikkis over the ship-wide broadcast. She was sitting in the captain's seat, watching the constantly updating weather indicators with a look of worry on her face:

"Even though it's moving through quickly, the storm is still increasing in intensity... hopefully nothing will happen."

Chapter 448: Heavy rain, dragons come out!

Isla Nublar, Jurassic Park Control Center.

The storm has been pounding on the outer walls of the building along with the darkness of the night. This giant beast made of reinforced concrete and bulletproof glass is crawling in the tropical rainforest, protecting the fragile flesh and blood inside and resisting the flesh and blood outside.

But as the famous saying goes, a fortress is often breached from within.

Computer engineer Dennis Nedry glanced at the storm outside the window and shrugged his shoulders - what dinosaurs, what amusement park... After all, only money belongs to him!

"What do you mean by 'your financial problems are your own'? Damn you, Grandet."

Muttering to himself, the portly engineer moved his fingers to the keyboard.

"Finish the work and wait for someone to pick you up. It's a perfect plan."

He pressed the button without hesitation.

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Lightning flashed through the clouds and struck straight down!

The moment the pale light flashed, the security system completely failed. The server room, which covered a large area, only had time to let out a tired sigh before falling silent, waiting for someone to "reignite" it.

At this moment, darkness penetrated the building earlier than the wind and rain, and the large-scale power outage spread along the power lines to the entire island. The high-voltage power grids of dozens of fences went out in the thunder, and the surveillance screen was covered with snow. The alarm sounded suddenly and disappeared suddenly, and the echo was immediately torn apart by the strong wind. Following the virus program that had been set long ago, the fence gate slowly opened, and the isolated dinosaurs opened their eyes and carefully moved towards the door that was creaking with metal.

Those ferocious dinosaurs were still confined in their enclosures, agitated and howling amidst the storm, but this would not last long:

These genetically modified monsters are all clever hunters. They will test obstacles that were originally insurmountable due to electricity, and tear down the slender railings that once caused pain - they are trying to return everything to its most primitive wilderness.

When the walls of obstruction crumble, the ancient predators join the hunt... if no one restrains them.

At the moment darkness fell, Rod was eating Casado (Spanish: married man), a traditional Costa Rican dish, which included rice, black beans, fried bananas, salad and various side dishes, and tasted very good.

Hammond, who was sitting opposite Rhodes, screamed when darkness came, but he quickly calmed down, stood up and began to greet other staff members, preparing to restart the system and turn on the backup generator.

Under the emergency lighting in the restaurant, Director Alan Grant, who was sitting at the same table with Rhodes, put down his spoon, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said helplessly:

"I've finally realized, Rhodes, that nothing good will happen if I'm with you."

"Don't say that," Rhodes gathered the rice on the plate with a spoon, scooped it up and swallowed it in accordance with the principle of not wasting it. He continued vaguely, "I'll accompany you and Randolph Carter to visit that famous writer from now on. Can't anything go wrong?"

Hearing these perfunctory words, Director Grant snorted, then spread his hands towards Rhodes and said unhappily:

"Give me a gun."

Rhodes shrugged and threw out an M9 pistol. He watched as Director Grant pinched the weapon with two fingers, while the paleontologist's face was full of boredom and helplessness.

After stretching, Rhode reached back and touched the head of Bai Zi who appeared quietly from behind him, and said with a smile:

"I think there are a lot of dinosaurs out there. Can you guys go and help? If you don't want to, forget it. We can deal with it during the day."

"Okay," the wolf girl nodded. She had already put on a raincoat with a little dinosaur pattern on it. "I'll do it."

"Eh? Catch a dinosaur?! I'll do it!"

Makoto's figure suddenly appeared from the darkness. Her arrival scared the staff nearby, who almost thought they saw a devil at that moment!

But the girl, who had been in high spirits since arriving on the island, didn't care about that. She put her arms around Rhode's neck from behind and rubbed his hair with her dragon horns:

"I will definitely not let the dinosaur get hurt."

"No, that's not what I'm worried about... You should be careful too," Rhodes whispered. When he saw Nayako and Abigail looking at him seriously, he understood a little more - based on how fucked up this world is, who knows what he'll encounter next?

"Some guys with bad intentions are wandering around the island, Rhode," Nayako said, her ahoge hair twirling back and forth, holding a candle in her hand. She looked like she was about to attend a ghost story convention, and her face was filled with inexplicable excitement. "I'm not one of your little angels. You should at least let me have some fun during my vacation, right?"

"...Don't mess with me, you bastard."

As the offspring of Nyarlathotep, this eccentric girl could easily walk sideways in human society, and Rhodes was not worried about it at all - well, he was a little worried that soon he would see things like the "Five Emperors Beasts (King Phaib, from "Ultraman Ginga")" or "Cimbo (the undead monster, from "Ultraman")" with the heads of Tyrannosaurus Rex and Spinosaurus in his hands on Nublar Island.

After asking around, it turned out that only Abigail didn't want to go out in the heavy rain. However, the black cat Pickman had to work with Rhodes after his crime of attaching a portal to his fishhook was exposed.

Now that you are prepared, there is no need to wait any longer:

After notifying Helen and the Alicorn submarine, Rod "disguised" the reluctant Pickman and Little Red Riding Hood and rode an off-road motorcycle into the night rain. Baizi and Makoto would go to the carnivorous dinosaur enclosure, while Abigail would stay to protect Director Grant and Mr. Hammond.

As for Nayako... she just said hello to Rhode and disappeared without a trace. No one knew where she went.

As the cold rain splashed on Rhodes' face, he had completely put aside these distracting thoughts in his stealth suit. The black cat cloak draped over his shoulders was swaying in the wind, and occasionally the cat's complaining meow could be heard.

The lights of two off-road motorcycles pierced the dark night, and the roar of the engines mixed with the thunder, turning into the roar of a beast striking steel.

Some small dinosaurs darted through the trees. They didn't try to chase the motorcycle, but instead quickly crossed the road, following the scent in search of their desired meal. Many more herbivorous dinosaurs stayed put, most huddled in their nests, waiting for the storm to pass—only those without fear would wander freely at this time.

"commander!"

Little Red Riding Hood shouted loudly, her red hair jumping up and down with the motorcycle like a ball of dancing flames:

"Should we go straight to the control center? According to Mr. Hammond, we can have the people at the control center restart the system."

"Of course, we are indeed planning to go there, and we also need to restart the main power generation system. We will have to reorganize the circuits and security systems later..."

Before Rhodes finished speaking, he heard Pickman meow a few times. The next second, Abigail's voice rang in his ears:

"Rod, there are ten soulless inhuman beings approaching the building—they are all the same."

"Same?" Rhode frowned slightly. He raised his head and looked at the control center not far away through his all-seeing eye mask. "I understand... Anyway, can you handle it?"

"Just don't let me go out in the rain."

"of course."

Rhodes chuckled and turned his head to see Little Red Riding Hood's legs tightly clamped around the motorcycle body, her left hand gripping the accelerator handle, while her right hand took out her weapon - the large anti-material sniper rifle called "Wolfsbane"!