Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

Built in the airport lobby above Shelter No. 1;

Neat and bright, black and white, typical Umbrella decor.

A sturdy male officer in his thirties in a black military uniform was standing in the hall waiting.

Captain Auston Lance, the director in charge of Containment Center One, was one of the UBCS lieutenants who had been assimilated by William.

Dozens of security personnel also stood by to guard Lance.

They wore dark blue combat uniforms with red and white umbrella logos, helmets and masks, and a dazzling array of weapons and equipment on their bulletproof vests.

The equipment of security personnel is stronger than that of the standard armies of various countries in the world, but it is far from UBCS and USS.

You must know that the UBCS combat uniform is semi-airtight and has a good anti-cut function, and the combat value of UBCS is above 90.

How does that compare to USS?

Can't compare.

Every USS is smashed with money, and it is not comparable to the miscellaneous soldiers of security.

…

Similarly, Victor, who was in charge of escorting the epidemic doctor, and the other five UBCS, and the three tyrants were also waiting here.

After everyone stood at the exit of the airport corridor bridge, a tense and excited atmosphere permeated the hall.

Because it is the private plane of William Russell, the owner of the Umbrella business, which is connected to the covered bridge.

Tap-

Soon, the footsteps of a large number of people came from the covered bridge.

Alpha, headed by Hank, walked out first, standing in a fan shape at the exit.

William, who was wearing a trench coat, and Halsey, who was dressed casually, were the last to pass through the covered bridge to the hall.

Seeing this, the security guards and UBCS saluted loudly: Boss!

Yeah. William nodded and gestured, All take a break.

Yes!

Immediately afterwards, William's eyes focused on Victor.

I saw Victor with short hair, in his thirties, with a strong face and a natural military temperament.

Then William didn't talk to Dilson first, but instead came to Victor and other UBCS and praised:

Captain, it's not wrong to entrust you with the first containment mission. I am proud of you.

Boss, this is our duty! Victor and UBCS responded with their chests up.

Ha ha.

William smiled slightly, reached out and patted Victor on the shoulder, then glanced at the UBCS and said:

In view of your company's excellent performance, you are definitely not interested in bonuses, so give your company the title of 'Wrecker'.

Yes!

Hearing what William said, the UBCS seemed even more excited.

Indeed, they have been assimilated by the system and have little interest in money, and have absolute loyalty to William.

And being able to get the boss to name the company in person is enough for them to boast among the staff at all levels for a lifetime.

William looked at Victor again and whispered, Captain, from now on you are the Major and the Commander of Operations in the West.

And the three tyrants are also handed over to you wipers, don't let me down.

This…

Victor was stunned at first, but he quickly reacted and said solemnly, Boss, please rest assured.

Ugh~

At this time, Halsey covered his mouth and opened his mouth, and said lazily in a urging tone:

Boss William, hurry up, I can't wait any longer~

You ah you. William shook his head helplessly.

Then took her to Lance and said, Okay Captain, take us down.

Yes, boss.

Lance, who had been waiting for a long time, did not complain at all, and led the way for William, Halsey and others.

After Victor and other UBCS received the reward, they directed the three tyrants to leave the hall and headed to the CH-53E super stallion parked outside to return to Alberta.

…

Due to the limitation of the elevator's accommodation space, only Hank and six other Alpha team members followed William and others.

Soon after, everyone came to an underground shelter with a layout similar to a beehive.

When heading to the control center here, Halsey, whose expression became serious, asked Lance:

Have you had a conversation with that medieval doctor?

Facing Halsey, Lance also replied respectfully:

According to the boss's instructions, we numbered him 049, not to be called the epidemic doctor.

049? Halsey turned his head and glanced at William behind him.

And William just shrugged and didn't explain much.

Lance, on the other hand, did not pay attention to the small movements of the two of them, and continued: After we learned that the doctor and the boss are coming, we did not interrogate them privately.

Doctor. William took over from Halsey and asked Lance, Is there anything I need to report from the shelter?

Hearing this, Lance told William: The D-class personnel who were escorted yesterday seem to have a strong sense of resistance.

The security first persuaded them well, to ensure that they had no worries about food and clothing, and promised that they would not be used as experimental materials if other D-class personnel were sufficient.

But they still resisted violently and tried to escape, but were easily subdued by security personnel.

Well. William said nothing.

In fact, as early as a few months ago, he proposed to Halsey a plan to modify his memory.

However, she has not been able to study the technology of memory thoroughly for the time being.

According to her explanation...

A human clone is like a blank piece of paper that can easily write all kinds of pasts.

But the memory of normal people is very messy scratch paper.

If you try to erase or modify it, the best consequence is to become a vegetative person.

So William can only let those survivors become D-class personnel.

Sympathy?

not allowed.

But after a long time, everyone came to the control room of the containment center, and Hank and Alpha stayed outside to take care of the vigilance.

The screen hanging in the center shows the picture of the interrogation room, while the epidemic doctor is reading the notes, sitting on the side against the wall.

William and Halsey came to the screen side by side, and ordered Lance: Okay, send researchers to talk to him.

Yes, boss.

…

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The following is the first interrogation of No. 049:

(A researcher approaches the room and sits across from 049.)

049: (In standard English in a magnetic voice) Oh, it's finally starting.

Researcher: Start what?

049: Oh, don't worry about it.

Researcher: Good, I'm Dr. (Doctor/Doctor)…

049: (interrupting, slightly excited) Doctor? Did you try to cure those three patients?

Very good medical skills, it is also very helpful for my research and treatment of plague.

Researcher: Three patients? plague? I don't know.

049: (in a somewhat disappointed tone) It seems that you are not the doctor, unfortunately, what a pity.

The plague... um... (the fingers of the left hand tap the table rhythmically), what is it called... just...

(sighs) Ah, forget it.

It can be seen everywhere, and many people have given in, and many more will give in in the future.

but me

Dedicated his life to finding a cure for it.