Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

Time: Oct 12, 2007, 09:14.

Location: Off the coast of Minos.

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Wow-~Wow-~

On the blue and vast sea, from time to time there will be water waves splashing up, making a hypnotic sound.

Clear skies.

sparkling.

Wow!

Pfft~!

Several white dolphins, unique to the Indian Ocean, playfully jump out of the water and draw a semicircle in the air before falling back into the water.

If there is an inflatable recliner, and a glass of sugar-free Coke with ice...

hmm~

Simply heaven on earth.

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, the roar of the two engines resounded in the sky above.

I saw a black V-22 Osprey with a red and white umbrella Logo, skipping the sea area where the dolphins had just appeared.

The twin-tilt rotors are deployed diagonally upward, in low-altitude and low-speed flight.

in the cabin;

On the opposite seats, there were fourteen 'children' wearing desert camouflage and short-sleeved trousers.

Their backs are straight, their eyes are sharp, their faces are expressionless, and they exude an absolutely elite temperament.

The teenagers have neat stilettos, and the girls have short hair.

They are Halsey's selection of the most genetically superior human beings among the six million people, known as the children of Sparta.

but…

Calling them children now is slightly inappropriate.

Because the average age of the Spartans is twelve years old, the height is more than 180 cm.

The body is well-proportioned, and the bare arms have well-developed muscular lines.

It's hard to believe that these Spartans were only twelve years old.

However, from the day the Spartan program was implemented, more than half of the T-virus and vaccine stockpiled in the hive had been consumed.

The physical quality of each Spartan was completely smashed by Umbrella with money, and it was safe and stable beyond the peak of ordinary people.

Such as William's personally visible combat value.

30 for adult males.

50 are soldiers of the army.

70 for special forces.

90 for UBCS.

120 is USS.

Hank's base value reaches 150, which is close to the peak of human beings.

Unmodified Spartans...

But it has reached more than 200.

However, if a Spartan fights Hank with his bare hands, Hank can still play the little guys.

After all, experience is not a substitute for value, and the Spartans still need the baptism of war.

The three people sitting at the tailgate, their eyes are obviously more determined than others, and they have a monstrous self-confidence.

The three of them were John, Karl and Myron who were summoned by William.

John is much more mature than before, sturdy, with short brown hair.

Myron…

Myron's face is a little square, and his brows are stretched. Unlike other Spartans, he always maintains a serious expression.

Carl, sitting next to John, has extremely rare natural silver hair and pale yellow pupils.

Tread-tread-.

The footsteps of military boots echoed in the cabin.

Kent, dressed in black combat pants and short sleeves, with his hands behind his back, surveyed each little Spartan as he walked.

The major, who was supposed to be unsmiling, unconsciously nodded slightly, as if he was very satisfied with the current situation of this group of students.

Di-! A bell sounded suddenly.

Kent looked up and saw the warning light above the cabin door lit up, so he quickly walked to the rear of the cabin, grabbed the handle firmly, and pressed the button to open the cabin door.

Hoo~ The salty sea breeze poured in.

Kent first looked out of the cabin.

Seeing the 'moving' sea surface getting slower and slower, and finally hovering at 40 meters, he turned to look inside the cabin and reminded:

You bastards, it's time for you to swim back to Minos.

Hurry up, don't dawdle there, go back earlier and eat earlier!

Sparta stood up neatly and responded in his unchanging voice, Yes, Major.

At this time.

Myron, who was also standing at the stern of the cabin, saw the height of the Osprey and asked loudly and extremely seriously:

Major! I have a question!

When Kent heard Myron next to him speak, he couldn't help turning his eyes up, and said with a slightly impatient look:

No. 3, let the fart go.

Yes! Myron organized the language and said loudly:

Major! This is the first time Sparta has attempted a 40-meter dive. If I break the usual record first, can I…

Ah-~!

Puff--!

I saw that Myron hadn't finished his nutritious words before Kent kicked him down.

Free-falling in the air and rolling in circles, he smashed into the sea with his feet down, splashing huge splashes of water.

Flutter a few times.

Myron's head emerged from the sea, and he opened his mouth to spit out water with a loveless look, and his right hand pointed his thumb to the osprey in the sky, and loudly signaled:

Major! The height of forty meters is completely OK, there is no danger!

Pfft...haha!

The Spartans surrounding the rear of the cabin couldn't help but smile when they saw Myron's naive appearance.

Hey!

Kent looked helpless, sighed, and whispered to himself, You bastard.

Instead of emphasizing discipline, the major joked with the little Spartans.

Extremes must be reversed.

Relaxing at the right time is also good for training.

Moreover, after more than half a year of getting along, Kent will inevitably be more tolerant of this group of children who have been forgotten by the world.

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Number seven.

Carl approached John and whispered in his ear: No. 3... does he speak without thinking?

Haha, it makes the major angry every time, so stupid.

Hearing this, John first turned his head to look at Carl, then looked at Myron in the water and said deeply:

He's not stupid.

He just wanted to add some fun to our boring life.

Huh? The white-haired Carl tilted his head in confusion, a little confused.

Cough, okay!

Kent cleared his throat, turned to look inside the cabin and ordered, Sparta! Prepare to jump in sequence... (interrupted)

Sir.

A pilot opened the cockpit door, walked quickly to the rear of the cabin, and said to Kent:

Dr. Halsey has requested that Sparta's training be temporarily suspended and that we return to Minos immediately.

?

Kent was stunned for a moment, but nodded in agreement and said, Okay, just go back to the base as the doctor said.

Yes. After the pilot was instructed, he returned to the cockpit.

After a few seconds, the hovering osprey began to rise, ready to return at the fastest speed.

But…

Eh?

Myron, who was swimming in the direction of Minos, found an osprey flying over his head.

Did you change the training content?

But, no other Spartans jumped down...

Myron, who was floating on the sea, changed from confusion to confusion, and finally to panic.

He hurriedly accelerated his swimming and shouted:

Hey! Wait for me! Come back! And... woolu (choking on the sea)...

Pooh! I'm still down there!

At the same time in the Osprey cabin;

Sir.

John raised his hand to block Kent who was going to the cockpit, and reminded in a low voice, You forgot No. 3 again.

Number three... hiss...

Kent raised his hand and kneaded his forehead, shouting to the direction of the cockpit: Turn the direction quickly!