Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

Dude, where do you think we're going?

I don't know, it's definitely not a good thing anyway.

Security did not restrict the free communication of D-Class personnel, so occasional murmured discussions could be heard.

After the two security guards escorted D-1999 to the platform, they took off the handcuffs for D-1999, and then left the platform and hall without looking back.

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D-1999 flexed his sore wrist, and looked around silently, as if he had no intention of joining the D-class group for communication or discussion.

At this time, a light spot appeared at the end of the tunnel on the left side of the platform.

The light spot was getting closer and closer, and the noise was getting louder, until the D-class personnel standing on the platform realized that it was a black track train entering the station.

Hey~! The screeching brakes brought the rail train to a complete stop.

Immediately afterwards, the gates of two of the carriages opened automatically, and the broadcast on the support pillar of the platform was set up, and a low-pitched reminder came:

All D-class personnel on the platform please board the train as soon as possible, repeat, stand...

At the same time as the reminder came out on the radio, ten security guards immediately raised their guns and forced all D-class personnel to board the vehicle.

Although the D-class personnel, including D-1999, were very upset, they had no choice but to obediently log into the compartment one after another, seeing the dark muzzle of the MA5B and the four moving tyrants.

After all the D-class personnel boarded the carriages, two tyrants were also boarded in each carriage to ensure that these D-class personnel would not engage in petty tricks during the transportation.

The gates of the two carriages were closed, and the rail train re-entered the tunnel on its way back, and drove quickly underground towards the south of Raccoon City.

Inside the compartment.

The D-class personnel were very resistant to the two tyrants before and after, so they stayed honestly, and no one wanted to talk about it in private.

Because when they were showing the wind in the stadium, they had witnessed the tyrant smashing the head of a D-class personnel trying to start a riot with one fist.

Thinking in another way, if they were trying to make trouble, the end might be worse than getting a headshot.

This makes both cars surprisingly quiet.

The atmosphere became more and more depressing, because the D-class personnel didn't know where their destination was, let alone what situation they were going to face.

After about thirty minutes, the D-class personnel noticed that the train was slowing down and was about to stop.

soon.

The train stopped and the gates opened.

Outside the gate is still the platform hall, as well as ten armed security guards with guns.

All D-class personnel get out of the car one by one. The announcement reminded.

It was said that all the D-class personnel walked out of the carriage, and the four tyrants also got off the car with the D-class personnel.

Immediately afterwards, the security guards and the tyrant escorted them out of the platform hall, and finally came to the long-lost surface.

It's very dark in the early morning of winter, but if you look to the east, you can vaguely see a hint of fish-belly.

Hiss... so cold.

The prison uniforms were not warm, which made the D-class personnel gasp for air, hugging themselves with both hands and shrinking.

But it's nice to be able to breathe fresh air.

D-1999 looked around and found that they were at the airport in the suburbs of Raccoon City at this time, and they were escorted into the cabin of a C-17 with the engine started.

Afterwards, they took off together with the passengers in the cabin and disappeared into the night at a certain height.

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ten hours later.

February 3, 00:24 Syrian time.

12 kilometers away from the center of Sheheba, a temporary camp set up by Price.

The engineering team set up a large number of simple houses in the camp for company personnel to study, work and rest.

In a large simple warehouse on the outskirts of the camp, there is no floor, but there are projectors and soft screens, and it can accommodate two hundred people at the same time.

And now, there are a hundred people wearing uniform black combat uniforms and fully armed, sitting on folding chairs, listening to the tasks they are about to perform next.

On the hanging soft curtain at the front end of the warehouse, a bird's-eye view of the Sheheba satellite before being shrouded in thick fog was shown to everyone, and the streets in the city center were marked with obvious red circles.

Standing next to the soft curtain, Price, wearing a sand-colored boonie hat and a black combat uniform, explained the mission to everyone sitting:

Everyone, I have given all the information, and your task is to go to the center of Sheheba, enter the so-called bridge to completely eradicate the core of the weirdness.

Excuse me, do you have any doubts?

Yes! A D-class personnel sitting on the left side of D-1999 raised his hand and said loudly, Why should we fight for Umbrella?

That's right! Another D-class personnel immediately echoed: Just because you let us live in a single room?

Hahaha~! As soon as the man's voice fell, the audience roared with laughter.

In fact, these personnel equipped with equipment no less than Hell paratroopers are D-class personnel transferred from the brood.

After listening to Price's narration, they still have doubts about the black monster and the bridge to another world, but the biggest doubt for them is why?

Why should a group of D-class personnel go deep into the thick fog to fight?

no reason.

However, Price still looked indifferent, which made the D-class personnel quite bored, and then gradually restrained their smiles.

When the warehouse was quiet again, Price said to everyone in a deep voice: I know that most of you committed major criminal cases out of necessity, and some of you were impulsive because you couldn't swallow that breath.

As I stated at the beginning, Umbrella guarantees your families substantial cash and the shadowy protection of our company should you choose to carry out your mission.

Believe it or not, by helping Umbrella, you are helping your family.

The radius of the fog was only 5 kilometers at first, but it suddenly expanded to the current 10 kilometers ten hours ago.

We can't determine what the next expansion range will be, it may be 20 kilometers, it may be 200 kilometers, or even...

Okay! D-1999 interrupted Price, stood up and said loudly, There's no need to talk about the consequences! I'll do it!

finished.

D-1999 glanced around the D-class personnel present and said: I don't know what you think, but as a husband, as a father, I want my wife and my daughters to live a life without worrying about food and clothing. I don't want They were hurt again by someone else!

Made! I am also a father. For the future of my brat, I will fight!

Hahaha! I don't have children, but I'm always worrying about my mother, it's time for her to enjoy a rich life!

More and more D-class personnel expressed their attitude after listening to D-1999's words.

In the end, no matter whether it was due to herd mentality or the atmosphere, all the D-class personnel present unanimously decided to carry out this mission that was known to have no return.

See here.

Price arranged for all the D-class personnel, together with the 64 undead, rebuilt Sangvis, and 28 T-103 tyrants who had already been assembled, to drive towards the edge of the dense fog by ground transportation.

Eight thousand today, try to see if it can be six thousand tomorrow, continue to code words.

Finally, thank you for your support~~