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"The company's hidden assets, research materials, and key personnel around the world, whether in the Americas, Europe, or other regions, must be immediately transferred and deeply concealed."
"Be quick."
Alex's tone left no room for argument.
“We don’t have much time left. Once the truth about Raccoon City is widely exposed, Umbrella will face an unprecedented shock.”
"Before that, we must prepare for the worst and protect what is most important to us."
Her gaze swept over the two of them.
"Money, technology, and... loyal people."
"Go do it."
Alex waved.
The USS commander and Drom rose, accepted the order, and left.
The secretary also hurriedly left to carry out the more important reporting task.
The office returned to silence.
Alex walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling yet ignorant city below.
The sacrifices in Raccoon City were inevitable.
But Umbrella must survive.
Moreover, we must become stronger.
She picked up the internal communicator from the table.
"Connect to the Raccoon City Underground Research Institute, Security Chief."
A moment later, a slightly hoarse and nervous voice came through.
"Wesker...Executive?"
“It’s me.” Alex’s voice was calm and even. “Tell me, where is William Birkin now?”
She needs to confirm some things.
Before the chessboard is completely overturned, she still has pieces that can be moved four times.
Chapter 67 Overturned
Alex's internal communicator is connected.
A distorted, clearly tense voice came from the other end: "Wesker...Executor?"
“It’s me.” Alex’s voice was cold.
“Tell me, William Birkin, where are you now?”
The security chief of the Raccoon City underground research facility could feel the chill even through the wires. He quickly replied:
"Executive Wesker, William Birkin has been in the underground research facility the whole time. Apart from coming out yesterday to pick up his daughter, Shirley Birkin, to take her into the facility, his wife, Annette Birkin, has also been here."
Alex Wesker let out a soft hum.
"Oh wow, the whole family is here. That's great."
Her fingers tapped absently on the smooth tabletop.
"Contact Hank, the USS Alpha Team leader in Raccoon City."
“Order him to get rid of the traitor William Birkin.”
"You should also collect and organize all the company's assets in Raccoon City and prepare for evacuation."
"Yes, CEO Wesker!"
The security supervisor's voice trembled, but he answered without the slightest hesitation.
He knew the consequences of disobeying.
Communications cut off.
Alex looked out the window; New York was still bustling.
William Birkin, you idiot, you've ruined your own life.
The G virus is indeed a good thing.
But the holder is too foolish.
On the other side, at the exit of Fujimi Academy.
The police armored vehicle that Zhou Ye was in, like a steel behemoth, violently smashed through the abandoned vehicles blocking the road.
[Clang! Bang!]
The sounds of metal twisting and deforming were incessant.
Nami is a skilled driver; the steering wheel is incredibly stable in her hands, and her throttle control is precise.
The vehicle rolled over the obstacles, clearing a path forward.
Behind them, the yellow school bus occupied by Fujiwara Koichi and his group roared under its own strain as it closely followed the armored vehicle's trajectory.
The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat oppressive.
Shizuka Marikawa clutched her medical kit, her face pale, glancing occasionally through the bulletproof glass at the chaotic scene rushing past outside.
Nanri sat next to her, her hand on the pistol at her waist, cautiously observing her surroundings.
Saeko Busujima wiped her katana, a faint smile playing on her lips. She seemed not to dislike this escape, but rather to look forward to it.
"Boss, that beat-up car behind us is following pretty closely." Nami glanced at the rearview mirror and said in a flat tone.
Zhou Ye leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, as if he were resting.
Of course he knew what kind of scum was following behind him.
Koichi Wisteria.
Scum.
There was also a group of students who were misled by him, or rather, who actively chose to follow him.
“Birds of a feather flock together.”
Zhou Ye thought to himself, "Trash always likes to huddle together."
He opened his eyes. In the [Imaginary Space], the 12-man infantry squad of mechanized soldiers remained in a state of readiness, numbering 900 units.
Constructing these soldiers consumed a great deal of his mental energy.
The combination of the Herrscher of Reason fragment and the Talking Tom fragment can indeed create things out of thin air, but it comes at a price.
Each large-scale construction requires him to consume the Honkai energy he has accumulated, and his mind will also feel fatigued.
After all, this was the first time so many fully armed mechanical soldiers had come.
He's not the all-powerful Doraemon; he can't pull out an infinite number of gadgets.
save people?
can.
Save those who deserve to be saved.
As for someone like Koichi Fujito, and those idiots who willingly associate with him...
Zhou Ye has no interest in playing the saint.
He gave them a choice.
Whether a school bus lives or dies is up to fate.
If they are smart enough, they might survive.
If they continue to be foolish, they deserve to be eliminated.
This world does not support idlers.
A burst of urgent barking came from outside, mixed with the howls of other animals.
Nami glanced at the rearview mirror, her expression changing slightly.
"Boss, something's chasing us!"
Zhou Ye did not turn around.
The shared vision of the [Herrscher of Reason Fragment] had already clearly presented the situation behind him in his mind.
A pack of zombie dogs and mutated animals infected with the T-virus are frantically attacking the school bus.
They move swiftly, their fangs and claws gleaming coldly.
Terrified screams came from inside the school bus.
"It's those beasts."
Saeko Busujima's voice was low and tinged with excitement.
Shizuka Marikawa looked at Zhou Ye nervously.
"Teacher Zhou, they..."
Zhou Ye interrupted her.
"I said I will only save those who deserve to be saved."
The zombie dogs have punctured the school bus tires.
Several mutated monkeys climbed onto the roof of the car, attempting to smash the windows.
The school bus started to sway and its speed noticeably decreased.
The screams grew even more piercing.
"Nami, keep up the pace. Everyone else, prepare for battle."
Zhou Ye's voice remained unchanged.