The harsh, brainwashing, and repetitive alarm clock suddenly rang throughout the bedroom.
The layout of the bedroom is neat and square.
The double bed with its headboard leaning against the north wall is located in the center of the bedroom, with bedside tables for miscellaneous items on both sides.
To the west is a closet for clothing, to the south is a dressing table filled with cosmetics, and to the east is a "light-proof" floor-to-ceiling window.
But as the alarm clock rang, the floor-to-ceiling windows began to switch automatically, and soon, outside light finally filtered into the dim bedroom.
What you can see outside the window is a typical North American residential community.
There were morning joggers wearing short-sleeved shorts on the sidewalk, as well as casually dressed neighbors holding garbage bags and walking their dogs on leashes.
More residents were in suits and leather shoes, heading to the garage, or had already driven away and were on their way to work.
Judging from the height of the floor-to-ceiling windows and the ground, this bedroom is located on the second floor and has good lighting, allowing the sunlight to shine directly on the double bed unobstructed.
"Forehead…!"
Hearing the annoying alarm and feeling the dazzling sunlight, the man lying on the right side of the bed frowned and buried his whole body in the quilt.
However, the woman sleeping on the left side of the bed had already lifted the quilt, straightened out her wrinkled pajamas, got out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked towards the dressing table.
When a woman sits in front of the dressing table, the alarm clock automatically stops, and a small holographic screen automatically appears in front of the dressing table mirror.
The woman reached out and touched the disembodied screen, "?~?~", and soft and soothing music sounded in the bedroom.
Then, she took out a paper towel like a wet wipe and wiped her cheek while saying to the man:
"Isaac, dear, get up quickly, don't you have to go on a business trip? Don't miss the company bus later."
The man who the woman called Isaac did not respond as he huddled up under the quilt. He seemed to be still asleep.
The woman didn't say anything else, because not even a minute later, Isaac suddenly opened the quilt, exposing his upper body, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his face.
Apparently he woke up from the heat,
At this time, the woman left the dressing table, opened the door, prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up, and reminded Isaac:
"Get up and pack quickly, it's already eight o'clock."
"Got it...Nicole."
Isaac, who opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, replied to his wife. He stayed in a daze for a few seconds before leaving the bed.
Next, the couple completed their morning bathing in sequence, and then were busy putting on makeup and packing their luggage for the business trip.
It's almost half past eight.
Isaac was the last to get up, but he was the first to walk down the second floor to the kitchen, where he made two simple sandwiches and took out two glasses of milk from the refrigerator to serve as their couple's breakfast.
Eight forty.
The couple sat at the dining table on the east side of the living room, eating a breakfast that was not very tasty but fairly nutritious, and watching the "holographic TV" together.
A disembodied TV screen was displayed not far from the dining table, playing the morning news in Raccoon City.
After Nicole finished her sandwich, she took a sip of the still cold milk and said to Isaac sitting in front of her:
"I've asked for leave from the director, and I'm going to take our parents to the company's hospital today for a good physical check-up."
"Hmm." Isaac, who had also finished eating, responded lightly, drank the milk in one gulp and asked: "The company has no recent research projects?"
"Even if there is, I don't know. I'm not a senior researcher like Director Chambers, haha~." Nicole laughed.
"Isn't it considered high-level to be able to work in the Brood?" Isaac also said with a smile: "It's better than me, an ordinary worker running around, haha~."
"An ordinary worker with a monthly income of more than 100,000 yuan." Nicole glanced at Isaac.
She stood up, picked up their plates and water glasses, walked to the kitchen sink and asked, "How long will it take this time?"
"I don't know?" Isaac left the dining table, picked up the light jacket placed on the back of the sofa, and said after thinking for a while: "Two months at most."
"Beep!" At this moment, a short whistle came from outside the room.
heard this movement.
Isaac quickly pulled his suitcase and rushed to the door, opened the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of comfortable casual shoes.
As soon as she straightened up after putting on her shoes, Nicole hugged Isaac's waist from behind, stood on tiptoes and kissed her husband's left cheek.
Then, she let go of her hand and said softly: "Go."
"Well, my parents will trouble you."
Isaac said goodbye to his wife, opened the door, walked out of the house with his luggage, and walked towards a black bus parked on the street.
Nicole leaned on the door and watched her husband enter the bus with a look of reluctance.
After watching the bus that seemed to have no roar left the block and completely disappeared from her sight, she turned around and went home and closed the door.
Inside the bus at this time.
"Isaac, you and your wife haven't had a baby yet?"
"Yes, the company now promotes multiple births! The more children you have, the more benefits you will get!"
"Brother, your metaphor... doesn't feel right to me?"
"Hahaha~!"
The seats in the bus are very spacious. More than a dozen workers, wearing their own casual clothes and sitting on comfortable seats, heckled Isaac who had just entered the bus.
Isaac put away the lever, put the suitcase on the shelf above, sat on the seat on the right, and said helplessly to these losers:
"We'll talk about it when we get back."
These workers are actually the "drivers" of the Umbrella Engineering Department, responsible for operating the SCV for various constructions.
As for the bus they took, the fuel used was not gasoline or diesel, but special liquid hydrogen with a certain proportion of synthetic carbon and silicon catalyst added.
This fuel and proprietary engine technology comes from the Warthog.
The Warthog only needs 12 liters of liquid hydrogen fuel to travel up to 800 kilometers and has a top speed of 150 kilometers per hour.
Although the Warthog is a vehicle for the Umbrella Armed Forces, the civilian department has also used related technologies to develop various vehicles suitable for mass society.
Umbrella's new energy models currently account for 25% of the civilian market and are continuing to expand.
As for the impact on automobile companies that use traditional fuels, as well as various oil companies, and other derivative industries?
It is not within the scope of consideration of this group of workers.
The workers are not low-level employees. They are aware of abnormal phenomena and the existence of alien races, and they also relatively understand the true strength of the company.
Therefore, workers never worry about retaliation from competitors, and are even looking forward to seeing if someone who wants to die dares to come out.
As old Umbrella employees living in Raccoon City, they are fully qualified to be so arrogant.
In addition, they only need to complete their work honestly, enjoy the benefits brought by the company, and witness the company gradually leading the progress of mankind.
Such as now.
The bus left the community and entered the suburban highway. After less than half an hour, it arrived at the Raccoon City Star Port, which had been completed for more than three years.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._