Brea was walking on the streets on the outskirts of Rome holding a mobile phone exclusive to agents.
She was paying attention to the movement in front of her while controlling her cell phone to write a report.
The details of the operation, speculation about abnormal phenomena, how to treat the civilians involved in the incident, whether the support from security or MTF was timely, and whether there is any psychological discomfort, etc. must be reported.
Soon, she finished writing a report that was like a small paper.
Brea uploaded the report and looked up at the night sky.
I’m not sleepy yet, and I don’t have any tasks...
Think about it.
She stopped admiring the night sky and reopened the map on her phone to search for the nearest 24-hour cafe.
She wanted to drink a cup of coffee and buy some desserts and go back to the hotel, where she was going to stay up all night until seven or eight o'clock in the evening and then have a good rest.
"Beep!"
But when she had just found the coffee shop, an emergency notification suddenly came from her phone.
See this.
Brea restrained her relaxed mood and clicked on the emergency notification sent by the company.
After reading, Brea's expression became completely solemn.
Immediately afterwards, she applied for the nearest company transportation service and prepared for a major event in the center of Rome.
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At the same time.
There is an eleven-hour time difference between Raccoon City and Rome, but it is still a warm and sunny afternoon.
Umbrella's new headquarters building is located in the most central and most prosperous area of Raccoon City.
In the office on the top floor of the building.
Sui Bian, wearing a black shirt and gray trousers, was standing behind the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms crossed over his chest, overlooking the entire city with an expressionless face.
After another year of rapid development, Raccoon City has surpassed Chicago in terms of size and population, becoming the third largest city in the United States.
But if you include the economy, Raccoon City is enough to crush the first and second places combined, that is, New York and Los Angeles.
The streets between high-rise buildings are crowded with all kinds of vehicles.
People of different identities, professions and ages walked quickly, making the whole city move faster.
Among them.
Drivers may become irritable due to traffic jams, and salespeople may become frustrated because they are ignored by customers.
There are also couples who have secret crushes on each other, but one of them musters up the courage to confess their love and has just confirmed their relationship.
A person's life is filled with bitterness and sweetness, with accidents and surprises.
Sui Bian looked down silently.
Whenever he stands here and watches the city's various wonders, he will firmly believe in the concept of "for mankind".
Without him, there would be no Umbrella, no intelligence agents, technicians, MTF and other Umbrella employees...
Then humans at this time have no chance to complain about traffic jams, complain about customers, or enjoy sweet dates with their partners.
The fear of abnormal phenomena will become the "main theme" of mankind.
Three years ago, he might have complained about why he came to this world and why he had to fight against abnormal phenomena.
But now, he no longer has those irrelevant emotions or thoughts.
"Mr."
At this time, the Red Queen used a holographic projection to present her virtual image behind Sui Bian, and quietly reported:
"Task Force 141, led by Captain Price, is preparing to control the anomalies investigated by Agent Kennedy."
Hearing this, Sui Bian restrained his emotions, turned away from the floor-to-ceiling window and came to the center of the office.
Say: "Connect to the helmet camera of Task Force 141."
"Yes, sir."
After the red queen finished speaking, a large holographic screen appeared not far in front of Sui Bian.
There are "nine grid"-like images in the center of the screen, each of which is a real-time image captured by a 141 helmet camera.
...
It's still early morning in Rome.
The entrance to the subway station in the city center...
"Da! Da da!" Gunshots of various calibers rang out.
I saw a group of "people" wearing black trench coats with pale skin, all of whom looked handsome or glamorous. They were relying on the wall at the subway entrance as a cover, holding guns and fighting fiercely with another wave of "people".
Another wave of "people" gathered on the streets on both sides of the subway station entrance, using vehicles parked on the street or the low walls of the green belt as shelters.
This group of "people" dress more casually, but they all mainly wear dark-colored clothes. They have a slightly rough appearance and have thick hair and hair.
And what's even weirder is that even if someone on both sides is shot and falls to the ground, they can quickly get back up and resume the battle.
The commotion caused by the fierce battle made Rome seem to be plunged into the haze of war, making the awakened citizens and tourists panic.
The ends of both sides of the street have been blocked by police officers on duty.
However, due to the large number of "people" in those two waves, and the weapons carried with them were simply not enough to deal with them.
Therefore, before the special police arrived, the police officers could only block the area and avoid fighting with that group of "people".
It's just that the special police officers that the police expected were unable to arrive on time due to the red queen. Instead, the truly elite troops arrived at the scene before the two sides exchanged fire.
Opposite the subway station.
The top of the three-story library.
"Captain Price, according to my investigation, those seem to be so-called... vampires."
Standing behind the fence at the edge of the building, Leon, dressed in a black leather jacket and military green overalls, pointed with his right hand at the group of guys in black windbreakers.
The 141st Task Force, which is equipped with exclusive TPS power armor and has a total of thirty-two people, is standing on the edge of the fence at this time, observing the battle taking place below.
Price, who unfolded his helmet, held an unlit cigar in his mouth, and wore a bonny hat one size too small, was located on Lyon's right-hand side.
Soap, who also unfolded his helmet, was standing behind Price.
"And the group of guys blocking the vampires should be their mortal enemies, the werewolves." Leon continued to introduce.
Finished.
Leon said to Price in a deep voice: "Captain Price, they have physiques that far exceed those of humans, and ordinary warheads don't seem to do much damage to them."
"I see." Price put the cigar back into the storage box on his waist, and then said lightly: "But it's nothing to 141."
Seeing Price's calm look, Leon chuckled without any worries: "Then please be sure to capture a few alive for us to study and torture."
"Don't worry." Price closed his helmet and ordered: "Soap, take your people to deal with the werewolves, and the rest of you will follow me to deal with the vampires."
"Copy that." Soap responded and closed the helmet at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, all the 141 people gathered on the roof of the library turned on their optical camouflage and walked forward.
"Tap! Tread!"
Following closely behind were the magnetic boots of the TPS power armor. When they fell to the ground from a height, the sound they made echoed in the street.
However...
"Da! Da da!"
However, the continuous gunshots made the warring vampires and werewolves completely unaware that the real threat had come around them.