Long-term salvation

Inside the island's occupied airport, Umbrella's technicians had already set up their equipment, constantly testing the limits and flexibility of the biological weapons that had landed on the island. Only the pitiful security personnel were unaware of this, desperately resisting the pure malice of the outsiders.

For their own survival, and to preserve their proud genetic modification technology... the Guardians made a decision:

All the dinosaur fences on the island were opened, and both the completed normal dinosaurs and the defective ones that failed genetic modification were released!

This is a wrong decision.

The T virus was quietly released during an inadvertent bite, and the infection quickly spread from humans and carnivorous dinosaurs to herbivorous dinosaurs... In just a few hours, the entire Sona Island was completely submerged in a sea of ​​monsters!

Flesh and blood are coupled with each other, genes are spliced ​​at random, and grotesque monsters beyond the boundaries of imagination are thrown into reality. This is the purgatory created by human beings themselves!

Putrid green veins crawled across the dinosaurs' bodies like the webs of some poisonous spider, and these infected dinosaurs spewed out foul-smelling melted viscera fluid, while the bite wounds on their bodies were exposed to the air without reservation, as if they could not feel any pain.

What followed was madness! The dinosaurs bit and killed each other, even the herbivorous dinosaurs. Their bodies swelled up, and disgusting bumps and cysts appeared on their bodies like toads' backs.

One body falls, and soon another will stand up again.

The technicians at Umbrella Corporation were ecstatic about this - it was extremely rare to test the spread of the T virus under such conditions. After collecting data on the infection, spread and mutation of the genetically modified beasts on the island, what was the next step?

Compared with the grassroots technicians, Albert Wesker, who was in charge of this operation, was not very happy. He commanded three Tyrants and Umbrella soldiers to blast open the core building of the Embryo Management Facility on Sona Island and kill those employees who had not had time to escape.

However, there was no sign of Dr. Henry Wu.

This genius, holding a doctorate from Ohio State University, was not currently at the breeding facility on Isla Sorna. He was on his way to Isla Nublar to meet with a distinguished guest as the company's chief genetic engineer, and hadn't returned due to the storm. The value of this one person alone far exceeded the entire breeding facility! This was the highly skilled talent the Organization had been dreaming of, and this trip was a must-win.

"That's...that's the thing. We have no idea where Dr. Wu is... He's definitely not here!"

Looking at the trembling employee in front of him, Wesker lost his patience, reached out and grabbed the man's collar and threw him to his "colleagues".

Amidst the screams of pain and the sounds of flesh being torn, Wesker began to copy the technical data in the server. Although a lot of it was deleted, the basic information was still there.

Feeling a little irritated, Wesker crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the progress bar on the screen that was slowly advancing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wesker began to review the confidential documents on the internal network of International Genetic Technology Corporation, which mostly contained technical information, company development directions, employee lists and... amber.

It's no secret that John Hammond got dinosaur DNA from a mosquito sealed in amber. Many senior executives of investment companies know about this. But what is now presented to Wesker - the genome of a strange creature from the "Storm Zone Amber" that has never appeared in reality - this is information that even the [Organization] has never known!

What other strange creature could it be? !

Realizing that he was being favored by fate, Wesker finally smiled. He raised his hand to call over an attendant and said to the sergeant marked as the squad leader:

"After the progress bar ends, you will unplug this data storage device and bring your team to meet me in the cold storage in Building 6. This item is worth more than your entire team. Remember this and the company's rewards and punishments."

"Yes, understand!"

Patting the sergeant on the shoulder, Wesker walked towards the target location. He would not share this credit with others.

However, as the footsteps sounded in the cold and blood-stained corridor, a trace of disgust suddenly arose in Wesker's heart... He began to hate the "reward" from the high and mighty man, and hated the old body and trembling hands.

If the person who becomes a god is this kind of existence, then the "god" is too pathetic.

However, Wesker only let these emotions last for a moment, he still needed to keep moving forward - Umbrella Corporation could now provide more, more power.

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The surging waves washed over the Alicorn's hull, but this behemoth with a displacement of hundreds of thousands of tons was hardly shaken by the power of nature. Instead, it carried out the orders from its master step by step.

In the swirling wind and rain, when the Asteroid was close enough to Sorna Island, its captain, Nikki Helen, was closely watching the weather data. When the wind speed began to slow down, she shouted an order:

"The storm has passed, eject AS! Marines are dispatched to rescue survivors and drive out the enemy by force!"

"For Commander Rhodes!"

"For Commander Rhodes!"

A chorus of responses from the mass-produced Nikkis came from the communication channel!

Chapter 452: The Emperor's Right Hand (True)

Because they were in the tropics, the seawater wasn't particularly cold. However, for Nikki—even if it was just a mass-produced Nikki—the colder water would never cause hypothermia, far surpassing the Navy SEALs who used similar submersibles:

A team of five mass-produced Nikis was manning a modified SDV (Seal Delivery Vehicle) toward Isla Sorna. Not counting the AS, which was about to be ejected, there were six similarly configured combat teams, totaling 30 Nikis, ready to carry out rescue and annihilation missions on the island.

At this moment, the enhanced sensor is outlining the shallow sea terrain ahead for driver Nikki. Fortunately, this place is not as full of reefs and whirlpools as other islands, and the violent storms on the sea surface are unlikely to affect the dark sea below.

Six wet-surface submersibles brushed past the dimming coral reefs and weaved through schools of swimming fish. Their all-electric propulsion made these several-meter-long "cigars" extremely quiet, making them extremely difficult to be detected by passive sonar... Of course, no one would deploy such a device at this moment.

The only obstacle was the ocean currents surrounding the islands—even if the submersibles were damaged, the mass-produced Nikkis could still make their way up along the seabed, as long as they didn't get stuck in the mud.

"The reconnaissance team is approaching the shallows. We will enter from the brackish lake in the middle of the island, where it connects to the sea, and then head towards the workers' village and breeding facilities."

Nikki 1-E, a mass-produced "Soldier EG" model, spoke over the comms channel. She was the field commander of the entire combat formation and also a member of the armed forces involved in the battle (from Chapter 285). Now, Nikki, who had already carried out several missions, had a serious look on her face as she recalled the information sent back by the drone that had barely taken to the air. She whispered into the comms channel:

"We will be attacked by out-of-control genetic monsters. Those dinosaurs seem to be spreading an unknown disease, which manifests as mania, rapid mutation, and high contagion... The entire island must be destroyed, and we need to evacuate before that time comes."

"Understood!"xN

The communication channel was silent for twenty minutes, until Nikki's voice from the first reconnaissance team sounded:

"A gap has appeared ahead, leading to the island's internal saltwater lake. A sandy seabed can be seen at a depth of 6.8 meters. No mutant marine life has been found."

"Enter quickly. We must quickly report back the specific intelligence on the island so that the Alicorn can minimize the damage caused by the disaster. Ascend to periscope depth, lift silent control, and advance quickly!"

In the gradually weakening storm, the surface of the saltwater lake that roughly cut Sona Island into two parts began to surge. The ripples splashed by countless raindrops merged with each other, as if some magical array was summoning a mechanical army within.

The mass-produced Nikkis quickly went ashore, took off their waterproof kits, took out their weapons and ammunition far exceeding the standard base, and quickly moved inland.

However, after only three or four kilometers, the two combat teams heading to the workers' village encountered several attacks from mutant dinosaurs.

A triceratops with rotten green skin quietly emerged from the dense forest, drooling. Before it could roar, it was already covered by gunfire. The large-caliber bullets blasted a series of bloody holes in its scarred body, but this genetic monster still charged forward with heavy steps!

Clenching her fists, the mass-produced Nikki at the front punched the Triceratops on the head, forcibly stopping the crazy dragon car!

The Triceratops' charge was abruptly halted, its body flipping upwards and then falling heavily, splattering dirty mud everywhere. But this wasn't the end yet. Cautious by nature, Nikki raised her gun and fired a few more shots at the remaining half of the dinosaur's head.

After confirming that the infected crazy dinosaur was completely dead, Nikki said in the communication channel:

"Shooting the torso is not effective. The head must be destroyed."

"The findings of the three groups are similar, but if the spine is broken, it can also have a similar effect, which is very useful against small dinosaurs."

"...Flames are also fine."

Similar intelligence was quickly integrated and redistributed to each combat team. Nikki, who was carrying a freezer, began to collect blood and flesh samples, both living and dead, for research after the battle.

"Check your ammunition and use it with caution. We won't be able to get enough supplies until the storm ends," Mass-Production Nikki said, wiping the blood splatter from her face. She exhaled slightly and spoke with a hint of uneasiness. "I'm afraid the humans on the island are in great danger."

"Indeed...but our goal is just ahead, Captain."

Nikki, a nearby woman, pointed to the nearby workers' village—a large residential complex built by InGen for workers, technicians, and other employees. Surprisingly, there was still electricity there, but behind the windows of each building, some bright and some dark, were swaying figures. The mere sight of them was terrifying.

Something far more terrifying than death is spreading within, gradually outlining the outline of the destruction of human civilization.

However, at this moment, the Savior of Humanity's guards kicked open the blocked door, turned on the tactical flashlights on their guns, and used the light to pierce the dark corridor.

The light revealed a figure crouching beside a corpse. Upon hearing the sound, it slowly turned its head - its bloody face was splattered with the blood of its innocent fellows. "Zombies" was the name they were often mentioned in the future, representing the pitiful appearance of humans after being infected by the T virus - now, the zombies let out a howl and pounced on the uninvited outsiders!

"Fire!"

As the captain, the mass-produced Nikki immediately pulled the trigger. She felt the recoil of the gun hitting her shoulder. The next moment, she saw the zombie's head being blown up, and its body staggered forward a few times before collapsing to the ground.

There's more than one zombie! Attracted by the gun, those infected zombies staggered out from rooms, corridor corners, and even outside buildings, attacking Nikki and the others who had intruded.

Nikki from the two combat teams alternated, swiftly moving through the corridors. Each burst of fire pierced a pitiful skull. Infected blood splattered onto the walls, drawing near-perfect arcs that, along with the blood already splattered, formed a floating world painting depicting hell.

Walking through the corridor and into the hall, the two teams of Nikkis saw roadblocks in all directions and... more zombies. These were all people who had come here to seek refuge, and it was obvious that they didn't realize how wrong it would be to let the bitten people stay with others.

Gunfire flashed and blood splattered!

Just as Nikki, the captain of the two teams, was thinking about how to maximize the efficiency of the operation, she heard a sound of wind breaking through the air - it was a sound that came from the ceiling of the hall, and along with it, there appeared a long tongue!

The tongue bound Captain Nikki's gun, as if trying to pull it away—Nikki's strength was even greater than that monster's! She grabbed the tongue with her backhand and threw the skinless, exposed brain monster, which looked like a giant frog, to the ground!

If Rhode were present, he would definitely have named it "Licker." This monster, which would become a highly successful biological weapon in the future, was now lying on the ground, being trampled heavily! With just one blow, the brain turned into a disgusting filth and splattered all over the surrounding ground.

"Is this... monster also a product of dinosaur mutation?" A mass-produced Nikki asked subconsciously.

"No, this thing looks like it's mutated from a human... What a despicable trick!"

"So weak."

"Silence! Each team will disperse into groups of two and begin clearing and searching."

After scolding the team members, the team leader reported to Field Commander 1-E over the communication channel. She glanced at the simple topographic map of the workers' village hanging in the lobby and said with a hint of regret:

"I'm afraid there won't be any survivors here. We've arrived too late."

"Don't blame yourself for this," 1-E said calmly and indifferently. "Humanity is such a fragile existence. Failure to complete Commander Rhodes's orders is the only reason we should be ashamed. Continue the mission. We're already preparing to attack the breeding facility and can't support you at this time."

"Understood. Teams 5 and 6 will continue their mission!"

Chapter 453 Are all Atlas's ASs monsters?!

As the voice on the communication channel faded away and the weakening sound of rain returned to her ears, 1-E exhaled slowly. She could see that the four teams had dispersed and were moving silently through the jungle. The mass-produced Nikkis easily avoided the infected and mutated dinosaurs, using punches and daggers to kill any obstacles in their way. However, their fangs, sharp enough to bite through bulletproof vests, could not penetrate the girls' skin.

The faint howls that rose and fell didn't carry far in the wind and rain. When the Hunter-Alpha BOWs standing outside the breeding facility were strafed by machine gun fire, the armed personnel of Umbrella Corporation finally woke up from their dream.

The identities of hunter and prey seemed to be reversed at this moment.

The large searchlights and streetlights outside the incubation facility were shot down almost simultaneously. With the crisp sound of bulbs exploding, a wild and precise attack unfolded instantly:

The mass-produced Nikki, folding shield raised, charged head-on, knocking back the Hunter-Alpha, whose strength far surpassed that of an average human. They would then wield their shotguns one-handed and unleash another round on the biological weapon! The tainted blood, mingled with the virus, quickly spread in the heavy rain, seeping into the innocent earth.

Some biological weapons that had not been hit in vital areas still tried to stand up, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the dense firepower - high-armor-piercing bullets, high-explosive grenades and even rockets, all now falling like a rainstorm, exploding into clouds of black smoke around the buildings, and letting the rain and blood stained by the war gather into streams, flowing past the twisted corpses - the streams were then trampled by the running Nikkis, turning into an even dirtier quagmire.

The defense line set up by Umbrella's armed personnel, the outer warning layer filled with mutant dinosaurs, human zombies, and biological weapons, seemed to be broken by a single poke from the halberd, so fast that even Wesker in the cold storage in the deepest part of the facility had no time to react!

What the hell?! What do you mean the enemy has already cleared all biological weapons outside the facility?! What do you mean the enemy has deployed dozens of super soldiers?

In the noisy communication channel, Wesker, who was listening to the requests for help, shouted angrily:

"Can't you even buy time?! You don't even understand the enemy's numbers, attack direction, or weapons—and you're all retired soldiers, many of you from the battlefield!"

"Yes... We are... She can blow up grenades mid-air and even deflect bullets with her forehead! There's not even a trace left... Aaaaaaah!!!"

The sudden interruption of the communication made Wesker's face look extremely ugly. He was leaving the cold storage with a long shoulder bag on his back - the bag was filled with amber from the "storm zone" and two data hard drives that had been waterproofed. This trip was very fruitful - at the moment the communication was interrupted, Wesker did not choose to take the elevator, but quickly left from the stairs.

On the platform at the corner, Wesker looked out from the small window used for ventilation and saw only the occasional flashes of gunfire from other buildings.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Wesker contacted the Umbrella armed personnel who were controlling the Sorna Island Airport, as well as the technicians who were also deployed there. After briefly inquiring about the situation there, Wesker, upon learning that "the airport had not been attacked," said:

"Prepare a helicopter and prepare to evacuate personnel from there. But when the time comes, regardless of whether I arrive or not, you must take off. Then let the tyrants currently in the breeding facility buy time—yes, the technical information we have obtained is already worth more than a few biological weapons."

After turning off the communication, Wesker took out the emergency evacuation plan map of Sorna Island that he had collected from the control center. After noting the location of the small port on it, he planned to go there quickly.

Indeed, even the storm that has passed through brings waves that yachts cannot withstand, but evacuating from the airport is an insult to the enemy's IQ!

Wesker didn't think he'd be caught after taking off from his helicopter. And these attackers... were undoubtedly Atlas Corp. personnel, mechanically modified, well-equipped, and experienced. Every operation had a highly effective contingency plan for dealing with emergencies. We're fighting an army of super soldiers! We're fighting a military empire that practically controls the entire industrial chain!

Stepping out of the building where the cold storage was located, Wesker hid himself in the shadows and listened to the communication channel as the technicians in the rear began to command the three Tyrants to counterattack, or in other words, to resist stubbornly.

Suddenly, Wesker remembered when he followed the Namobius Corporation to Crimson City. At that time, he was also in command of the Tyrant and also encountered a petite girl - she had a halo on her head like an angel, but was wrapped in bat wings.

So, what will it be like today, at this moment?

It is the iron legion of the Lord of Hosts!

The sudden explosion made Wesker stagger, and he rushed into the muddy bushes in front of him. He carefully poked his head out in the flames and saw a giant - a metal giant - the bipedal mecha shown as "ARM SLAVE" in the company intelligence was firing at the building with a large-caliber 40mm machine gun!

The low and slightly staccato sounds of gunfire seemed extremely regular, like the inevitable thunder that streaked through the dark clouds. The huge shell casings fell to the ground and bounced off, flashing a golden light in the flames of war.

The light filled Wesker with disgust and awe. He reached out to wipe the rain off his face and quietly retreated into the shadows of the jungle.

However, Wesker did not flee anxiously. Instead, he squatted at the junction of shadow and darkness, carefully observing every sway of jungle leaves and the battle on the other side of the facility, to prevent himself from being sprayed with venom by dinosaurs such as Dilophosaurus because of his stupidity and arrogance.

By the way, Wesker took out a small video recorder and filmed the battle between the M6S AS and the untied Tyrant not far away:

This can't really be called a battle - compared to the weak light infantry, the weapons and even armor that the 8-meter-tall AS can carry far exceed them, and its situational awareness and flexibility in complex terrain are even better than main battle tanks!

A tyrant? He's just a man of flesh and blood!

What's more, the one operating the AS is the mass-produced Nikki, whose reaction speed far exceeds that of ordinary humans!