Long-term salvation

The shells fired from the large-caliber machine gun exploded layer by layer on the surface of the mutated and out-of-control Tyrant, tearing the flesh and breaking the bones. Before the wound was quickly healed by the virus, AS's heavy punch had already been swung, blasting the Tyrant, who had long lost his human form, into the facility building!

The next second, a heavy anti-tank rocket specially designed to penetrate tank armor shot straight into it. The gray-black smoke produced by the explosion suddenly rushed out, but was split into two by the body of the steel giant!

Not only that, the M6S AS closest to the building seemed to have sensed something, and it took a step back, dodging an incoming rocket. After firing the rocket, the Tyrant threw away the rocket launcher and began to run along the corridor. The originally heavy footsteps that sounded like the god of death were now eclipsed by the sudden high-pitched hum of the servo motor. The melee dagger assigned to the AS instantly stabbed into the target's body with precision.

This weapon, used to fight its own kind and heavily armored units, nearly cut the tyrant's body in half. His still struggling upper body was then grabbed by three metal fingers and thrown onto the square outside.

The other two ASs turned around and threw the other two tattered Tyrant bodies over.

Flames rising!

"Are all Atlas's AS units monsters?! It ended way too quickly. Tsk... The Tyrant's weaponry still needs to be strengthened, and the last-ditch mutation also needs to have its anti-armor capabilities beefed up."

Wesker gazed at the flames in the distance and quickly retreated into the shadows. He didn't care about the final fate of those tyrants—what else could it be?! This time, they had gathered enough intelligence and data. It was time to consider their own retreat.

It seems that it is almost impossible to meet up with the one from ATC. Now we can only go to Costa Rica first and then find a way out.

Thinking of this, Wesker raised his hand and shot through the head of the small dinosaur that wanted to jump out of the bushes, then calmly got into an off-road vehicle, leaving all the mess and chaos to others...including his own people and the enemy.

Chapter 454: The Storm Subsides

The tropical storm had already left Costa Rica's southwestern waters. The mighty force of nature swept across the archipelago, overturning and blowing down the fragile yet resilient plants. The storm subsided, but the flames raged. The battle on Isla Nublar ended before dawn, but the disaster on Isla Sorna was deeply imprinted in the eyes of every human being:

The video ends and begins looping again.

"Oh my God...what have we humans done..."

Looking at the crazy mutant monsters in the video, looking at the painful dinosaurs spewing out putrid green liquid after being infected... John Hammond, the founder of InGen, subconsciously grabbed the clothes on his chest. The white-haired old man was now in tears and could hardly speak.

"Most of your company's genetic engineering data has been lost, and it has fallen into the wrong hands."

Rhodes, who was standing next to them, had a gloomy face. He originally thought that the enemies on Sona Island would also be ATC's clone soldiers, but he didn't expect that Nikki and the others would encounter Umbrella Corporation. It makes sense, these guys can't be indifferent to genetic modification technology, but shouldn't they still be active in Africa?

According to intelligence transmitted through various channels, Africa, especially Somalia, is not peaceful. It has almost become a battleground for several giants, fighting for the last and most core city, "Mogadishu".

"But, but... Alas," Hammond sighed dejectedly. The worst ill will he could have towards his competitors was probably just throwing dirty water on them, dealing with a few thieves or traitors, or poaching key employees with high salaries. But times have changed now. After being rejected, those arrogant behemoths will choose violence to achieve their goals.

"It seems like I'm really old." Hammond looked twenty years older. His already limited life was now swaying like a candle in the wind. If he suffered another greater blow... Now, the old man cheered up, calmed down the heartache of the assassination and the loss of his assets, and said aloud, "We must stand up again. Dreams cannot be given up!"

"That's a bit of a hassle, Mr. Hammond."

Rod pressed his temples and felt a headache. He turned to look at Dr. Henry Wu, the chief genetic engineer, and asked seriously:

"Dr. Wu, if we were to rebuild a dinosaur breeding facility, do you have the technical reserves and resources to do so? Time is not an issue for now."

"Personally, I think this matter is very difficult... without external help."

Dr. Wu hesitated for a few seconds, and just as he was about to speak, he carefully glanced at Abigail not far away. This girl had devoured several ATC armed men with her tentacles in the shadows in front of them, and had driven another man crazy on the spot after being injected with a massive amount of clairvoyance. Because of this, Hammond and Dr. Wu quickly developed an indescribable awe for Rhodes.

Especially after Rhodes and Director Alan Grant told the two about the existence of the other world... Putting aside Mr. Hammond, this Dr. Henry Wu is a rare talent. He must be absorbed into the system of the Army Without Borders and sent to Aperture Technology or Atlas Corporation to be the Chief Gene Sage (Magos Genetus), and work together with those gear boys to contribute to human civilization.

"Let's wait and see how things unfold on Sona Island. Forget about the survival of the staff and technicians there. My troops haven't found any survivors there."

So, Rhode didn't give Hammond and Dr. Wu much time to think. He stepped forward and closed the combat recording video sent by the mass-produced Nikkis, and instead opened the live broadcast of the ongoing air raid:

The entire Sona Island must be completely cleansed - heavy missiles launched from the 24 large vertical launch systems on both sides of the Alicorn fell with a roar, destroying the main facilities on the island and turning the buildings that carried dreams and the future into ugly ruins.

Carrier-based aircraft carrying napalm bombs followed closely behind. As the bombs fell, a raging fire engulfed everything. Even the dampness after the rainstorm couldn't extinguish the flames, leaving them to spread everywhere, incinerating the infected monsters that hadn't yet been found and killed by the mass-produced Nikkis.

This work will be taken over by Atlas' hired pilots and will continue until the entire island is reduced to a barren white land.

Unfortunately, after completing the final airport suppression mission, the mass-produced Nikkis didn't find any trace of the operations director...especially after Rhodes knew the name of the operations director.

Even now, Rhode felt a pang of regret when he thought about it. Wesker had slipped away so quickly! He'd made a feint at the airport, then fled alone using InGen's emergency evacuation plan for disasters, quietly leaving under the cover of the storm. Considerable resources had been lost this time. Would he really not be dealt with by Umbrella's higher-ups if he just ran back like that?

Or... had Wesker found enough technical information to offset the losses, or even enough to make Umbrella think it was worth the money? This was not good news.

"But now that Wesker has popped up, where are Chris and Leon?"

Rhode muttered softly, dragged a chair over and sat down, his eyes sweeping over Makoto who was chattering about riding a dinosaur to Abigail, and Baizi who looked a little relieved after venting his frustration. The wolf girl also chimed in from time to time, seeming to be very interested in raising a few velociraptors.

"I also need to check if there's a female spy named Ada Wang in the Intelligence Department of the Army Without Borders. She might have been hired and infiltrated... Okay, I'll check the personnel of the Intelligence Department again when I get back."

"Hmm? Mr. Rhodes, did you say anything just now?"

"No, it's nothing, Mr. Hammond, let's talk about more important things."

Rhodes gathered his distracting thoughts and turned to look at the white-haired old man, whose face was inevitably filled with despair and shock, whether it was about his own company, his dreams or the future of mankind. Dr. Wu next to him seemed a little better - as a smart man, he knew very well what would happen to him next, and he did not hate it.

"InGen's dinosaur breeding facilities need to be rebuilt, and I will fund it for you. Meanwhile, the security of the new base and the Jurassic Park expansion currently underway will be taken over by professionals."

As Rhodes spoke, he saw hope on the old man's face, but then it turned into a little uneasiness.

After noticing this, Rhodes patted Hammond on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I won't steal your 'child', Mr. Hammond, but we should talk about business..."

"Wait! Wait!"

Nayako suddenly appeared out of nowhere, her ahoge lashing out at Rhode's face, making a loud slapping sound. Before the man could pull out his fork, the offspring of the evil god quickly spoke:

"I have an idea! Let's set up a comprehensive and professional entertainment company, integrating all those scattered businesses. Abigail, Qianye, and I will be responsible for the details. How about that? This way, Yang won't have to deal with any more trouble. The last time she came back to Hill Villa, she complained bitterly—something like, 'The Commander didn't call in more people to help.'"

"Your suggestion... sounds good." Rhode rubbed his chin, feeling that he should let the three of them out for a stroll to avoid having to sit around doing nothing and raising his blood pressure. "Alright then, but let's make it clear up front, don't cause any trouble... What's the name? Nyarlathotep Entertainment? Seahorse Entertainment Group?"

"Hey, hey, hey, Yu-Gi-Oh cards are also in my plan, but the name must not be related to them. Although it would be cool to put my name directly on them, Abigail and the others would not agree. As for the name——"

Nayako chuckled, and the shadow under her feet twisted slightly because she got what she wanted, like a crawling darkness.

"How about the Sanzhushen Entertainment Group?"

Chapter 455 Let's Make a Deal, Mr. Wesker (3K)

Costa Rica, capital city San José.

The raindrops from last night's storm gathered into streams, flowing down from the eaves of the buildings and leaving dark brown marks on the concrete floor. But they were quickly baked away by the fierce sunlight, as if the entire city was wringing out the corners of its own soaked clothes.

Reaching out to brush away the water droplets that splashed on his shoulder, Albert Wesker pushed up the cheap sunglasses he bought from the market and glanced at the municipal workers or shop owners who were cleaning up the streets.

After disguising himself as a tourist, Wesker grabbed the long bag in his hand and walked towards the bus station. He planned to take a bus to the airport in San Jose and then transfer back through Mexico.

However, Wesker soon discovered that he was being followed.

Pushing up his sunglasses, Wesker turned and merged into the crowd, quickly planning other routes in his mind. He planned to travel by land to other Central American countries first and then make plans. At the same time, he cursed Umbrella's intelligence and security departments in his heart - if you were any slower, he could have walked back to the headquarters by himself!

After turning left and right in the crowd and narrow city streets for nearly two hours, Wesker suddenly realized that he still had not escaped the sight of the pursuers behind him... They were a group of professionals, but they did not take action several times when they had the opportunity in sparsely populated areas. Why was that?

After letting out a low growl filled with irritation due to the unknown future, Wesker stopped, turned around and looked behind him, saying with some impatience:

"Come out, tell me what's going on quickly. Or do you think I can summon some biological weapon to help me now?"

"...You're joking. We're not that rude to our guests." A man, also dressed like a tourist, walked out from the corner of the street. He flicked his hat with his hand and whispered to Wesker as he approached. "Our leader wants to speak with you. Please, Mr. Albert Wesker, Umbrella Corporation's Chief of Operations and James Marcus's favorite student."

Hearing his own name and past, Wesker's eyes flashed with surprise, but he remained calm and spoke calmly:

"Lead the way."

The tracking agent did not make any sarcastic remarks or express dissatisfaction with this attitude. He simply shrugged his shoulders, walked past Wesker, and led him towards the predetermined target. After the two left, the sniper on the floor not far away put away his gun and left leisurely. There were three other people like him.

If Wesker chooses to refuse, his head will explode in an instant and he will become one of the nameless corpses in the city.

After walking two blocks, Wesker saw a stretch limousine parked on the side of the street. Two security guards in black suits were standing on both sides, vigilantly watching anyone who might pass by.

Without hesitation, Wesker opened the car door and got in. But before he could sit down, he subconsciously said the name of the person in front of him out of surprise:

"Congressman Steven Armstrong, founder and president of Militech."

He is also the representative of the United States Deep Government in the Organization, Wesker said in his heart.

"Please come in, Mr. Wesker. It's not easy to find you," the muscular man smiled slightly. He smoked a cigar and gestured for Wesker to sit across from him. "It's nice to meet you. Although my subordinates have worked with you many times within the Organization, this is probably the first time we're talking face to face, right?"

"……indeed so."

"Enough of these boring pleasantries. Mr. Albert Wesker, Umbrella's genius researcher and head of operations who never returns empty-handed, you surely know you're not here to have coffee with me."

Senator Armstrong sneered, extinguished his cigar and threw it out of the car. He continued, looking at Wesker's icy expression:

"Let's make a deal, Mr. Wesker."

"I need you to be my spy for Umbrella Corporation and help me completely seize this body in the future," Senator Armstrong said, his face filled with confidence and arrogance, as if success was inevitable. "Military technology... No, the United States needs Umbrella's technology and resources. As an increasingly insane and uncontrollable behemoth, their future, I believe you must be very clear."

"..."

Wesker didn't say anything, just pushed up his sunglasses, and put his feet on the edge of the long tube bag filled with data hard drives and "Storm Zone Amber", but neither of the two people in the car asked or asked to open it, as if this thing didn't exist.

People who want big things will never care about such small profits.

"You don't need to stay on a ship that is bound to sink, Mr. Wesker," Senator Armstrong said with some sincere advice in his smile, and he really thought so:

"Umbrella Corporation's recent actions are causing us concern, and there's also a lot of dissatisfaction within the organization. That umbrella is covering up a lot of things that others deserve, and that's not a good thing."

"...Umbrella's current power is not something you can swallow unless everyone else in the Organization unites," Wesker said after a few seconds of silence. "That would give Atlas an opportunity. Irons is merely being entangled, not trapped and killed."

"Of course, of course, I'm well aware of this, and 'we' won't provoke internal fighting within the [organization]. That would be foolish."

Hearing Wesker's words, Armstrong laughed a few times, reached out and took out a bottle of fine wine from the small wine cabinet next to him, and then took out two small glasses. After shaking it at Wesker, the strong man began to pour wine into the glasses:

"But, in my opinion, the countdown to Umbrella's demise has begun. They have no reverence—oh, this statement will probably make you laugh at me in your heart, but laugh, Mr. Wesker, laugh, I want to laugh too—but after you laugh, remember this statement, because Umbrella's lack of reverence for the powerful force called a 'superpower' will inevitably lead to its future demise, and I only intend to accept this legacy at that time and ensure that it will not be wasted."

Armstrong swirled the glass, watching the dark red liquid inside slowly swirl like venous blood. He continued calmly:

"Because, if we seize the opportunity, Umbrella Corporation will be immediately devoured by 'us'. The stock price will plummet and it will go bankrupt, the executives will flee, and the proud armed forces will be easily annihilated by the regular army. That's it. However, we hope to preserve the company's assets as intact as possible, and we need your help."

"Of course, you can talk about what would happen if Umbrella Corporation changed—then 'we' would naturally stop and maintain our friendship with you (even Wesker laughed at that phrase). 'The strong have it all,' and being able to overcome difficulties and obstacles is naturally the hallmark of the strong."

Looking at the face of the man wearing sunglasses in front of him, Congressman Armstrong put down his glass and said seriously:

"Your achievements will never be limited to being just a small operations director, Mr. Wesker. You deserve better. Money? Power? Strength? Military technology can satisfy you, as long as you come to our side and serve under me."

Silence, dead silence spread in the car, but the two people inside were very patient.

Nearly half an hour later, when the wonderful aroma of Central American food began to waft through the city, Wesker slowly replied:

"...I will provide you with assistance regarding this matter. As for the required compensation, we will discuss it later."

"Not wanting any substantial compensation only means you want more. Those seeking greater things won't care about such petty gains. However, I like your attitude, Mr. Albert Wesker. I will provide the necessary funds and compensation." Senator Armstrong breathed a sigh of relief and lit a cigar with a smile. "Then, let's make this deal."

"can."

Wesker nodded, reached for his backpack, and prepared to leave the car. But just as he opened the door, Armstrong called out to him. Armstrong suppressed his smile and warned him sternly:

"If you have time, could you help me look through the intelligence within Umbrella Corporation... No, I don't need any of that messy technical data or lists. I only need information about one person—Rod. I need you to help me search within Umbrella Corporation. We're currently integrating intelligence data and conducting a concentrated analysis. We've discovered that he seems to be vaguely connected to many forces, and this requires further confirmation."

The moment that name was spoken, both Armstrong and Wesker subconsciously felt a tingling sensation:

Compared to Wesker, who was still a little confused, Armstrong was the one who truly felt a sense of disharmony and fear. He was absolutely certain that the man named "Rod" was definitely not some illegitimate son of Irons, a rich second-generation who made his fortune by selling toys - what was he?!

The entire world is changing because of his will! From Europe to Asia, from Africa to America, from the Arctic to the Antarctic, the invisible iron curtain is slowly falling!

It has only been two or three years since the [Organization] suffered an unprecedented blow. Otherwise, they would not have allowed the [Deep Government] represented by military technology to join the Round Table and become an indispensable part.

From this perspective, military technology really has to thank that man.

The burly congressman pondered for a long time but could not come up with an answer, and because of this, he needed to obtain intelligence from more places.

"I'll keep an eye on it, Senator Armstrong," Wesker said. "So, goodbye. I'll wait for the future you spoke of."

"Of course, Mr. Wesker, happy trading."

Chapter 456: Undercurrent is Flowing Quietly (3K)

Somewhere in North America.

Thick curtains blocked the scorching sun. Although the air conditioning made the temperature in the conference room quite suitable, the participants still felt a little stuffy and hot... perhaps it was psychological factors at work.

"It is foreseeable that in small-scale skirmishes, localized wars, and even large-scale conflicts in the foreseeable future, we will be at a significant disadvantage, and may even find it difficult to retaliate. This can be seen from the numerous attacks on our facilities a few months ago."

Carson Saliers, the temporary representative of ATC, was speaking before the representatives of the Organization. He had not been punished for the failure of the previous mission:

In this operation, you have dozens of ordinary soldiers, several teams of modified human warriors who are essentially light infantry, and several biological weapons from the alliance, and your ship is a modified large freighter.

Okay, now your opponents are super soldiers of the Atlas Corporation (the forbidden army of the savior of mankind), large mechas, groups of fighter jets, fleets capable of launching cruise missiles, clairvoyants who are suspected of being able to use the power of the other world, and a group of genetically modified monsters running around on the island - the last one is the easiest.

Punishment? You already have the data, what else do you need a bike for?

The senior executives of ATC had to sigh that Carson Saliers was lucky not to be killed by a few fighter jets.

"Based on current intelligence, we can confirm that Atlas Corporation and Aperture Technologies, with whom we maintain both a competitive and cooperative relationship, have surpassed us in research into the otherworld, while also maintaining a significant advantage in conventional military strength."

Carson calmly explained the slides, trying to keep his heart as calm as his words:

"Through twenty-seven war games and intelligence gathered from various sources, we've determined that the Atlas Company is always capable of defeating the British or French armed forces head-on. Whether they can encircle and annihilate them depends on the specific circumstances. However, they are unable to engage in a protracted war of attrition. Their troop selection, manufacturing plants, and other resource acquisition all have fatal flaws."