Human Light Umbrella

Although most of the D-level personnel are scumbags, and the final result is almost all "dedication" for mankind, it is still necessary to ensure their physical and mental health, after all, their mentality may affect the results of the experiment.

The ground floor of the holding facility, a cell unit at the end of the northern corridor.

The facilities in the unit are relatively rudimentary, with a single bed on the left of the metal door and a toilet and sink on the right.

At this time, d-1999 was wearing an orange prison uniform, with a relatively strong figure, wanton growth of stubble, and male long hair. D-[-] was lying on the bed with a sense of vicissitudes.

d-1999 held an old photo in his left hand, and touched the photo with his right hand as if stroking a human face.

In the center of the photo is a beautiful woman with a sweet smile, each holding a little girl about eight or nine years old.

With the background of the children's paradise in the residential community, it is not difficult to imagine that the mother and daughter came here to play, and then the photos were taken by the father or other relatives and friends.

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Seeing the happy faces of the mother and daughter, d-1999 couldn't help but redden his eyes, and forced himself not to shed tears easily.

"Di~!" The red light on the metal door suddenly came on, and the broadcast next to the light also issued a warning:

"d-1999, the prison door is about to open, please stand up and raise your hand and keep doing this, otherwise we will take tough measures."

Hearing the warning, d-1999 put the photo in the pocket of the prison uniform, adjusted his thoughts, got up and got out of bed and raised his hands facing the cell door.

"Shu-!" The prison door opened.

Two armed security guards with a5b entered the cell.

One pointed the gun at d-1999, and the other took out the handcuffs and handcuffed d-1999's hands in front of his body.

Two security guards escorted d-1999 out of the cell, one behind the other, and walked straight to the track train hall on the first floor.

After more than ten minutes, the security guards escorted d-1999 to the lobby.

When walking from the steps of the lobby to the platform, d-1999 found that he was not the only D-class personnel, and there were at least eighty or ninety D-class personnel in orange prison uniforms.

There were not many security guards, only ten, but the four T-103 tyrants standing at the four corners of the platform made all D-class personnel dare not act rashly.

Human Light Umbrella

Chapter 88 "Fighting for that brat's future"

"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 whispered discussions could be heard from time to time.

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 moment, 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 train of tracks entering the station.

"Hey~!" The harsh brakes stopped the rail train.

Immediately afterwards, the gates of two of the carriages opened automatically, and the broadcast on the platform support column was erected, and a low 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, but seeing the pitch-black muzzle of a5b and the four moving tyrants, they had no choice but to obediently log into the compartment one after another.

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 railroad train re-entered the tunnel after returning from the original route, and galloped fast underground towards the south of Raccoon City.

inside the carriage.

The D-class personnel were very resistant to the two tyrants before and after, so they all stayed honestly, and no one wanted to talk about anything 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 from another perspective, if they try to make trouble, then the end may be worse than a headshot.

This makes the two carriages 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.

About three or ten minutes later, 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, and ten armed security guards with guns.

"All D-class personnel get out of the car one by one." The broadcast 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 and tyrant escorted them out of the platform hall and finally came to the long-lost surface.

It is very dark in the early morning of winter, but looking to the east, you can vaguely see a hint of fish belly white.

"Hi... it's so cold."

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

But being able to breathe fresh air is something to be proud of.

D-1999 observed the surroundings and discovered 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 whose engine had been started.

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

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ten hours later.

Feb 2, 3:00 Syria time.

A temporary camp set up under the command of Price, 12 kilometers from the center of Shekhba.

The engineering team set up a large number of simple rooms 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 200 people at the same time.

Now, there are hundreds of people in uniform black combat uniforms and fully armed people sitting in folding chairs, listening to their next tasks.

On the hanging soft curtain at the front end of the warehouse, a satellite bird's-eye view of Shekhba before being shrouded in dense fog is displayed for everyone, while the street intersection in the city center is marked with a clear red circle.

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

"Everyone, I have given all the information, and your mission is to go to the center of Shekhba and 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: "You let us afford a single room?"

"Hahaha~!" As soon as the man's voice fell, it instantly caused a burst of laughter.

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

After listening to Price's remarks, they still have doubts about black monsters and the bridge to other worlds, but their biggest doubt is why?

A group of D-class personnel, why should they fight deep into the thick fog?

There is 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 solemnly to the crowd: "I know that most of you committed major criminal cases out of necessity, and some of you just couldn't swallow that breath on a whim.

As I stated at the outset, Umbrella guarantees your family access to large sums of cash and the covert protection of our company whenever you choose to go on a mission.

Believe it or not, helping Umbrella is also helping your family.

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

We can't say for sure what the next expansion will be, it could be 20 kilometers, it could 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!"

Done.

d-1999 glanced at the D-class personnel present and said: "I don't know what you guys think, but as a father, I want my wife and my daughters to live a life without worrying about food and clothing. hurt others!"

"Made! I'm also a father. For the future of my stinky boy, I fought hard!"

"Hahaha! I don't have kids, but I'm a bastard who always worries my mom, it's time for her to enjoy a rich life!"

More and more D-class personnel expressed their attitudes 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-level 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 iron blood, and 28 T-103 tyrants who had already been assembled, to drive towards the edge of the dense fog by ground transportation.

Human Light Umbrella

Chapter 89 The Encounter

The buildings around Shekhba are empty.

Combined with the dark clouds covering the moon, and the cold nights with a huge temperature difference from the day, this area seems even more deadly.

"Boom!" The roar of the engine resounded on the main road in the west.

Overlooking from the sky, a convoy of American Humvees and heavy military trucks is heading east at a constant speed.

The street lights on the street have long since stopped due to the destruction of the war. At present, only the lights of this convoy seem to be the only remaining light sources on the street.

Soon, the convoy stopped a hundred meters away from the dense fog.

"Bang!" The door opened and closed.

"Tada!" The passengers got off one after another.

Just look at the living dead and D-class personnel with equipment no less than hell paratroopers leaving the car.

54 were from the mother's nest, 10 were from hell paratroopers, and a total of 64 living dead immediately clenched the M41A in their hands and spread the distance from various firearms, looking for the best position to guard against the surrounding situation.

The D-class personnel, who numbered just [-], seemed a little disorganized. After all, they had different industries before they were imprisoned, and most of them could only fight with a ruthlessness and the belief that they were willing to sacrifice for their families.

However, veterans like D1999 can easily cooperate with the living dead.

At this time.

The 28 T103 tyrants strode away from the heavy-duty military card, and made a dull sound of "Boom! Boom!" when they stepped on the ground.

The last person to leave the vehicle was wearing heavy titanium armor and a uniquely shaped mask with a cloned cat face with wrist knives, boomerangs and shrinking spears.

The U.S. infantrymen as drivers, after unloading this temporary task force, immediately turned around and returned without wanting to stay for a second.

The convoy left, and the noise of no engine brought the area back to quiet.

There is an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Next, the 28 tyrants who acted according to the programmed and commanded actions acted as a human wall at the front of the team.

The 64 living dead were divided into two groups responsible for the situation on the two flanks, and moved forward with 4 people as the battle group, while a hundred D-level personnel were scattered in the center of the formation.

The cloned cat face, which retains the iron-blooded habit, chooses to wander on the top floor of the building.

The distance of [-] meters is coming in an instant.

The tyrant, the living dead, and the cat face walked into the mist without fear.

The D-class personnel looked at the strange mist and hesitated for a while, but when the faces of their family members came to their minds, they entered one after another resolutely.

Walking into the damp and cold foggy area, the visibility plummeted to about 20 meters, making the entire team unable to care for each other.