Location: Former Kennedy Airport.
It has now been completely requisitioned by Umbrella and the Marine Corps, temporarily serving as a military Base for both parties, codenamed Fortress Long Island.
Furthermore, except for William's private A380, all remaining civilian aircraft have been transferred to Newark Liberty International Airport.
At 11:20 on the 26th, local time, nearly two and a half hours had passed since Manhattan was completely locked down.
William, his complexion slightly pale, was gathered by the runway outside Terminal 6, accompanied by Hank and a group of Alphas.
"Hah~"
Due to the cold, the carbon dioxide and water vapor exhaled by everyone turned into white mist and drifted upward.
When William learned that the main force led by Andre was about to arrive, he left the Command Center early to wait for his 'biological father' from the fighting nation.
As for the reason for his pale complexion, Halsey had extracted nearly 1200 milliliters of blood from his body.
1200 milliliters...
Truly almost drained him dry.
Halsey was still in the laboratory analyzing his blood; once Cortana arrived, the development and mass production of the vaccine would be inevitable.
At this moment, William noticed two small red and green light points flickering in the night sky in the distance, and the points were getting closer and closer.
"Boom—hum—!"
The roar of a large transport aircraft's engine could also be heard.
Very quickly, a super-large transport aircraft with a black paint job, marked with a red and white Umbrella, and resembling an An-255, landed on the airport runway.
This was the Um-255 transport aircraft.
It was a super-large transport aircraft developed by the Umbrella arsenal this March, based on the An-255 blueprints William obtained from Ukraine and Halsey's hydrogen engine.
The model number was Um-255.
It could accommodate six hundred fully armed UBCS, or carry a maximum payload of seven hundred tons, but due to sealing issues, it could not enter outer space directly.
The annual production was twenty aircraft, and Umbrella currently had fifteen.
The first ten delivered in October were sent to Troy, while the remaining five were located at military Bases around the World to implement Umbrella's global rapid troop deployment plan.
"Boss."
Hank walked up to William and whispered: "Lieutenant General ODonahue has also arrived and wants to meet our arriving reinforcements together."
William looked in the direction Hank pointed and saw Mike, chewing on a cigar, walking toward them alone.
Through the system's loyalty check and the previous owner's memories, William had long considered this old Lieutenant General one of his own, so he waved his hand and said:
"It's fine, let the Lieutenant General come with us to meet the Colonel."
"Yes."
Following the order, the Alphas cleared a path for Mike to walk into the defensive perimeter, and then everyone headed toward the first Um-255 that had landed and taxied to a stop.
They arrived at the side of the massive transport aircraft and watched the cargo door gradually open and lower its folding stairs.
"Hoo~"
Mike exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and exclaimed to William beside him: "William, I didn't expect your Umbrella Corporation to mass-produce a transport aircraft that surpasses World records.
Tsk tsk, Russell My Lord's prediction was correct; you can indeed carry forward the family legacy."
"It's alright..." William chuckled sheepishly.
"Boss!"
After the side cargo door of the Um-255 transport aircraft fully opened, Andre's booming voice rang out:
"I've brought twenty-two UBCS companies and four hundred USS, a large number of Tyrants, and also... (Gaze focused on Mike)"
Andre's expression changed suddenly.
From his original kind laughter, it turned into a serious frown; he walked quickly down the folding stairs and went straight to Mike, saying in a deep voice:
"Mike."
"Andre."
Mike also responded in a deep voice, flicked the cigar he was holding in his left hand onto the ground, and stomped on it hard with his heel.
?
William, standing nearby, sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off; the surrounding air was filled with the smell of Gunpowder, like that feeling of... meeting an old nemesis.
"Wahahaha!"
Suddenly, the two 'old men' burst into laughter and hugged each other, feeling emotional.
"Bastard! You're doing quite well, you're already a three-star Lieutenant General! Brit!"
"You're still speaking that motherfucker language I don't understand, you tall bitch!"
Watching two people with a combined age of over a hundred swearing profusely not only left William stunned, but Hank and the Alphas nearby were the same.
What made William feel even more of a headache was...
Andre actually knew all the hidden assets left behind by Grandpa!
Shortly after, the remaining nine Um-255 transport aircraft landed on the airport one after another.
At that time.
The UBCS, dressed in AAES, lined up neatly at the airport and, under the envious gaze of the Marine Corps, transferred to the long-awaited transport convoy.
Following them were one thousand three-meter-tall Tyrants wearing green trench coats, moving in sync; they, like the UBCS, boarded the waiting trucks.
The subsequent transport convoy, like a long dragon, drove continuously toward Manhattan.
Immediately following, Technicians wearing clean white work uniforms pushed out numerous large equipment crates from the Um-255s, which were successively sent to the hangars requisitioned by Umbrella Agents.
Security Personnel in dark blue uniforms also began to assist the stunned Marine Corps in defending Fortress Long Island.
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...
On West 42nd Street, which runs horizontally across all of Manhattan;
At the north, west, and east sides of every intersection, Marines had built defensive fortifications using sandbags and abandoned vehicles to block the horde of infected.
The area north of West 42nd Street was marked as light red, and the area south was marked as dark yellow.
This meant there were only a very few survivors in the vicinity, and an army of over tens of thousands of infected.
Each intersection was defended by more than sixty Marines.
They were assigned by the high command to go deep into this area, to block the expansion of the infection as much as possible to buy time, and to hold out until Umbrella's support troops arrived.
For the first hour and a half, the Marines were still able to handle it with ease.
But as the fast-running and powerful infected appeared, some defensive strongholds had collapsed and fallen, and the Marines stationed on West 42nd Street suffered heavy losses.
Among them, at the intersection with 6th Avenue.
There were a number of hummers and one M2 Bradley stationed here to enhance the firepower output of the main road.
But even so, the defensive fortifications on the north side were still scattered by the horde, and the space left for the Marines to maneuver was getting smaller and smaller.
A Marine at the very front of the line, while firing at the horde, turned his head and roared heartbreakingly:
"Second Lieutenant!! We need to retreat! We can't hold this place anymore!!"
"Marine! Hold your ground for me!"
The Second Lieutenant, standing a few meters behind, first roared back, then trotted to a hummer, pulled open the car door, reached out to pick up the communication microphone, and cursed loudly:
"Calling Fortress Long Island! Support! Where the fuck is the support?!"
"Support will arrive in two minutes."
"You motherfucker, you said two minutes two minutes ago, fuck you! We need to retreat!"
"Thump! Thump!"
However, before the Second Lieutenant could wait for a reply on the communication, heavy running sounds came from behind the front line.
They saw nearly forty three-meter-tall giants rush into the position, and moving against the flow, they directly 'plugged' the gap in the line.
Watching the giants slaughtering in the horde, the Marines all swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Subsequently, a group of Soldiers wearing high-tech equipment with exposed mechanical skeletons also poured into the position, assisting the Marines in consolidating the fortifications and defending against the horde.
"Hey, Second Lieutenant, I heard you need support?"
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