"Man, where do you think we're going?"
"I don't know, it's definitely not a good thing anyway."
Security did not restrict the free communication of D-class personnel, so whispered discussions could be heard from time to time.
After the two security guards escorted D-1999 to the platform, they took off the handcuffs for D-1999, and then left the platform and the hall without looking back.
"..."
D-1999 flexed his sore wrists and silently observed the surroundings. He seemed to have no intention of joining the D-class group for communication or discussion.
At this time, a light spot appeared at the end of the tunnel on the left side of the platform.
The light spot got closer and closer, and the noise became louder and louder, until the D-class personnel standing on the platform discovered that it was a black rail train entering the station.
"Chi~!" the piercing brakes sounded, and the rail train stopped.
Immediately afterwards, the gates of two of the carriages opened automatically, and a low-pitched reminder came from the announcement on the support column of the platform:
"All D-class personnel on the platform please board the train as soon as possible. I repeat, stand..."
At the same time as the reminder came out over the radio, ten security guards immediately raised their firearms and forced all D-class personnel to board the vehicle.
Although the D-class personnel, including D-1999, were very unhappy, looking at the dark muzzle of the MA5B and the four moving Tyrants, they had no choice but to obediently enter the car one after another.
After all the D-class personnel boarded the carriages, two Tyrants were also boarded in each carriage to ensure that these D-class personnel would not make any small moves during transportation.
The gates of the two carriages were closed, and the rail train reentered the tunnel by retracing its original path, speeding underground toward the south of Raccoon City.
inside the carriage.
The D-class personnel were very resistant to the two tyrants before and after them, so they all stayed silent. No one wanted to talk about anything in private.
Because when they were showing off in the stadium, they once witnessed the tyrant smashing the head of a D-class personnel who was trying to start a riot with one fist.
If you think about it from their perspective, if they try to cause trouble, the end may be worse than having their heads shot off.
This makes the two carriages surprisingly quiet.
The atmosphere became increasingly depressing because the D-class personnel did not know where their destination was, let alone what situation they were facing.
About thirty minutes later, the D-class personnel noticed that the train was slowing down and about to pull into the station.
soon.
The train stopped and the gate opened.
Outside the gate is still the platform hall and ten armed security guards with guns.
"All D-class personnel get off the bus in order," the radio reminded.
Hearing this, all the D-class personnel walked out of the carriage, and the four tyrants also got out of the car with the D-class personnel.
Immediately afterwards, the security guards and the tyrant escorted them out of the platform hall, and finally came to the long-lost surface.
It is very dark in the winter morning, but if you look to the east, you can vaguely see a hint of fish belly white.
"Hiss...it's so cold."
The prison uniforms were not warm, which made the D-class personnel gasp and huddle up with their arms around themselves.
But being able to breathe fresh air is something to be happy about.
D-1999 observed the surroundings and found that they were at the airport on the outskirts of Raccoon City at this time, and they were escorted into the cabin of a C-17 that had started its engine.
Then, they took off together with the "passengers" in the cabin, reached a certain height and disappeared into the night.
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Ten hours later.
February 3, 00:24, Syrian time.
A temporary camp was built under the command of Price, 12 kilometers away from the center of Sheheba.
The engineering team set up a large number of simple rooms in the camp for company personnel to study, work and rest.
In a large simple warehouse outside the camp, there is no floor, but there is a projector and a soft screen, and it can accommodate 200 people at the same time.
Now, there are hundreds of heavily armed people wearing uniform black combat uniforms sitting on folding chairs, listening to the tasks they are going to perform next.
The hanging soft curtain at the front of the warehouse shows everyone a satellite aerial view of Sheheba before being shrouded in thick fog, while the street intersections in the city center are marked with obvious red circles.
Standing next to the soft curtain, Price, wearing a sand-colored bunny hat and a black combat uniform, explained the mission to everyone sitting:
"Everyone, I have told you all the information. Your mission is to go to the center of Sheheba and enter the so-called bridge to completely eradicate the core of the weirdness.
Excuse me, do you have any questions? "
"Yes!" A D-class personnel sitting on the left side of D-1999 raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Why should we fight for Umbrella?"
"That's right!" Another D-class personnel immediately echoed: "You can make us afford to live in a single room?"
"Hahaha~!" As soon as the man finished speaking, the audience burst into laughter.
In fact, these "people" equipped with equipment no less than that of hell paratroopers are D-class personnel transferred from the mother nest.
After listening to Price's story, they still had doubts about the black monster and the bridge to another world, but their biggest doubt was why?
Why should they, a group of D-class personnel, fight deep into the thick fog?
No reason.
However, Price still looked indifferent, which made the D-class personnel quite bored, and then they gradually stopped smiling.
After the warehouse became quiet again, Price said to everyone in a deep voice: "I know that most of you are forced to commit major criminal cases, and some of you are impulsive because you can't swallow it.
As I said at the beginning, as long as you choose to carry out the mission, Umbrella will ensure that your family can receive large sums of cash and be protected by our company.
Whether you believe it or not, helping Umbrella is also helping your family.
The radius of the fog was only 5 kilometers at first, but ten hours ago it suddenly expanded to 10 kilometers now.
We cannot be sure what the next expansion range will be, it may be 20 kilometers, it may be 200 kilometers, or even..."
"Okay!" D-1999 interrupted Price, stood up and said loudly: "There's no need to talk about the consequences! I'll do it!"
Finished.
D-1999 glanced around at the D-class personnel present and said: "I don't know what you are thinking, but as a father, I want my wife and my daughters to live a life without worries about food and clothing. I don't want them to be harvested again. to harm others!”
"Mad! I am also a father. I will fight for the future of my brat!"
"Hahaha! I don't have children, but my bastard always worries my mother. It's time for her to enjoy a rich life!"
More and more D-class personnel expressed their attitudes after listening to D-1999's words.
In the end, whether it was due to the herd mentality or the atmosphere, all the D-class personnel present unanimously decided to carry out this mission that sounded like there would be no return.
See this.
Price arranged for all D-class personnel, as well as the 64 living dead who had already been prepared, the Reconstructed Iron-Blooded and 28 T-103 Tyrants, to take ground vehicles and drive towards the edge of the dense fog.
