This is also the time period when "The White Queen" is preparing for its second reboot.

Located in the holy land flower bed area where the "Sun Ladder" is cultivated, in a fully automated virus screening (cultivation) selection (breeding) experimental base.

I saw an old man with white hair and a frightened expression holding a small metal box in his hand. He was protected by several blood-stained security team members and arrived at a safe shelter that only senior cadres could open.

"Hey! Still can't get in touch with the outside world?" After everyone entered the safe house, which was made entirely of alloy materials, they saw the thin old man immediately stretched out a hand to grab the security guard.

The captain's collar asked loudly.

The spittle splattered from his mouth quickly smeared the security captain's face...

Raising his hand to stop his teammates who were about to step forward and pull the old man away, the security captain took two steps back expressionlessly and easily broke away from the old man's hand clamping his collar and calmly returned: "No, sir, please calm down!

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His tone when he said this was very stiff, and his eyes were full of disdain and anger.

After saying that, the security captain ignored the old man and turned around to prepare for the defense mission of the North Korean team members. At this time, the remaining remaining security members looked at the old man with indignant expressions.

"If you, the old guy, hadn't been holding everyone back, our dozen brothers wouldn't have died one after another trying to protect you, this loser! You piece of shit (Harmony)" This is what the security team members said.

A common thought!

The old man, who had fallen into a state of extreme panic, seemed not to notice the resentful looks of the people around him, and just kept to himself and shouted loudly: "No matter what happens next, you must protect my safety at all costs.

Only I am the most important asset of the company! Do you hear me? You guys..."

This old man is the chief disciple of James Marcus, one of the three founders of the "Raincoat" company, and the current director of the West African Research Institute who transmitted a distress signal to the company headquarters a few days ago - Brandon Bailey.

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When Wesker and William assassinated their mentor Marcus, Brandon was already in the remote West African Research Institute, racking his brains to cultivate the "Stairway to the Sun" for the "Raincoat" company.

Afterwards, the company's top management covered up the incident of Marcus's death, so Brandon was unaware of the real cause of his mentor's death at the time.

Brandon, who originally wanted to make great achievements, never thought at that time that he would stay in the position of director of the Institute of West Africa for decades.

On the surface, he has basically made no achievements except for successfully developing the "Stairway to the Sun" to the point where it can be artificially cultivated on a small scale.

In the eyes of "Raincoat" senior officials, the West African Research Institute is only equivalent to a raw material production base.

In addition, Brandon was more or less implicated by his mentor Marcus, and he was pinned down by the company's senior management in this barren place in West Africa for the rest of his life, unable to move.

However, there is no airtight wall in this world. A few years later, when Brandon learned the truth about his mentor's murder, he began to behave with his tail between his legs, fearing that he would end up like Marcus.

Brandon, who has been acting cautiously for decades, has actually been living in a constant state of panic.

His nerves are always in a state of tension, and now that such a big change has occurred in the West African Research Institute, he is even more frightened.

The security captain who couldn't bear it was about to go crazy when he suddenly heard a dull crashing sound from outside the heavy metal door, as if someone was smashing the door with a giant hammer...

Everyone in the room had a look of horror on their faces, and Brandon, who had long been frightened to death, started to tremble unconsciously.

"No, I must find a way to get in touch with the outside world!" Brandon's eyes were already bloodshot at this time, and the fear of death had made him start to become a little nervous.

The security captain frowned and was about to tell Brandon to shut up when he suddenly heard the radio in the room starting to emit a continuous electronic sound of alarm countdown!

"Warning, warning, the core program of the host has been invaded by an unknown person, and the biological dormancy system has failed and will be paralyzed in thirty seconds..."

"Warning, warning, the system is expected to restart in 30 seconds, at which time all emergency containment measures will be ineffective..."

"Warning, warning, level three biochemical virus contamination has been detected inside the base. Uninfected personnel are asked to quickly go to the safe isolation room to take refuge..."

Regarding the West African Research Institute he had built with his own hands, Brandon certainly knew what this alarm message meant. He instantly understood that his group had no chance of survival.

"It's over... It's over... We're all going to die... We're all going to die..." Brandon, who had looked horrified just now, now had a weird, nervous smile on his face, and he was still mumbling.

Muttering to himself.

Under the puzzled gazes of several security team members, Brandon, who gave out a weird smile, quickly ran to the luxurious desk in the room, raised his arm and gently lifted the metal box he was holding tightly in his hand.

Put it up gently.

At the moment when the countdown ended, everyone heard a soft "click" sound coming from the metal door of the shelter. Immediately, the heavy metal door was smashed open by a terrifying force from the outside!

The security personnel in the room all looked at the humanoid creatures with dark tentacles outside the door with fearful expressions on their faces.

There was no need for anyone to give an attack order. The weapons in the hands of the surviving security team members almost simultaneously poured out tongues of fire at the enemies who were rushing towards them.

Brandon, who was behind the security team, looked crazy and took out a syringe emitting purple fluorescence from the opened metal box, and then he shot it without hesitation.

It stabbed hard into my carotid artery...

The next second, the lighting facilities of the entire fully automated virus screening (training) and selection (breeding) experimental base began to restart. In the shelter that had been plunged into darkness, Brandon's painful screams gradually became louder, until he finally burst out of his throat.

A beastly roar!

The sound of guns being fired in the dark isolation room, the sound of metal being twisted by huge force, the sound of a steel whip hitting a person, the sound of bones being crushed...

After a long time, when silence returned to the isolation room, a pair of scarlet eyes flashed out of the darkness, and then there was a sound of beasts biting and chewing from the open door of the shelter!

(ps: The internal lighting system of the West African Research Institute is restarted in different areas one by one, and the automated virus cultivation experimental base is the first area to be restarted, so the "lights out" time in this area is a few minutes earlier than that of the alpha team.
Chapter completed!