14:20
Ten minutes before the bomber squadron delivers 'Mary' to Green.
Fourteen Spartans and thirty Alphas, including Hank, gathered in the large hangar that William had inspected earlier.
They wore specialized, skin-tight combat suits and stood in order in front of their respective bio-armor.
As for Myron, that tank-like Spartan, he had been assigned by the Commander of this operation to pilot the herundin, which had the highest output and defensive capabilities.
Including the Commander, there were forty-five Containment Troops responsible for directly engaging Green.
That's right.
As the system required, the operation's Commander was none other than the most powerful person within Umbrella, William.
At this moment, he stood with his hands behind his back in front of everyone, wearing the same tight-fitting, crotch-hugging combat suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
His butt was a little itchy.
Fortunately, he used a sharp gaze to scan every Spartan and Alpha to hide the pain of enduring the itch, maintaining the image of a towering boss who could fight alongside his Soldiers on the front line.
Speaking of which...
William had used (words omitted here) to persuade Halsey, Andre, Mike, Hank, and others to agree to let their boss personally participate in the containment operation.
In short, the second requirement of the mission could now be carried out normally.
"Everyone."
William didn't seem to want to give an overly long pep talk; he just waved his hand and said confidently in a deep voice:
"You are the Soldiers with the strongest combat capabilities in Umbrella and enjoy the treatment of the company's most cutting-edge weapons, so there is absolutely no anomaly that can stop your containment!"
"Move out!"
"Yes!" The uniform roar echoed through the hangar.
Then, with the help of numerous Technicians, they put on their respective armor, including William.
He walked to the bio-armor on the far left, turned around, and reached out to step inside.
"Click!"
The moment his whole body entered, countless plates closed rapidly, and the helmet lowered, putting the bio-armor into a completely sealed state.
Pitch black.
Soon, the screen behind the helmet lit up, allowing William to see the hangar from another perspective.
A Technician nearby asked: "Power-up complete, boss. Are you ready to inject the t-serum?"
"Of course, do it."
"Yes, boss."
The moment the t-serum was injected, William felt as if his whole body was being stung by billions of ants.
But this pain was insignificant to him, so he didn't make any philosophical sounds.
And as the nano-needle separated from his body after the injection was complete, William felt incredibly comfortable; his vision and hearing were enhanced significantly, and his body was full of strength.
It was an addictive feeling.
It seems the side effects worked on him as well.
"Boss."
Suddenly, Cortana's face appeared in the upper left corner of the screen, and she reminded him:
"The B-65 bomber squadron is about to arrive at the designated area, and the three pelicans are ready as well; we can depart at any time."
Oh, right, William had almost forgotten about Cortana.
This artificial intelligence's chip was inserted into the interface at the back of his bio-armor's head, responsible for wartime scanning, dynamic detection, and transmitting commands, etc.
Calculating this way, the actual number of Containment Troops should be forty-six.
William immediately twisted his neck, swung his shoulders, and after simply adapting to the armor, he took the gauss rifle from the weapon rack beside him, walked out of the hangar, and said calmly:
"Alright, let's go."
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14:34
Altitude above ground: 500 meters.
Three pitch-black painted pelicans flew into the sky over Manhattan at low altitude and low speed.
Standing at the edge of the cabin, gripping the handle, William leaned out to look down. Through Cortana's scanning and tracking, he could clearly see the movement trajectory of the troops below.
They were gathering toward the center of Manhattan.
Immediately after, her voice came through the communication again:
"Boss, due to the disappearance of the red fog, the pelicans can drop another three hundred meters for our jump; we are currently descending..."
A few seconds later: "Reached the designated jump zone."
"Alright! Everyone, jump!"
William set the example by leaning forward, jumping out of the pelican cabin in a free-fall posture, and finally flying downward in a spread-eagle shape.
The Spartans and Alphas followed closely behind. As for Myron, who was wearing the herundin, he even added as he jumped out:
"Yee-haw~! Anomaly, take note, the cowboys of Umbrella are here!"
Adding some liveliness to the silent communication channel.
William looked at the ground getting closer and closer without any fear; instead, his heart rate accelerated, and he felt very excited.
He paid attention to the distance from the ground on the screen with his peripheral vision. When there was only ten meters left, he instantly changed his posture, bent his knees, landed with his feet down, and then landed steadily with a boom.
Except for the nearly 400-pound weight smashing the ground into rolling dust, there was no discomfort at all.
After the dust settled, William took the gauss rifle adsorbed on his back into his hands and crouched halfway to observe the surroundings.
Broken walls and ruins.
Severed limbs.
Everywhere there were charred infected and hunters, as well as completely destroyed buildings, with protruding steel bars and cement debris.
Then William ordered via communication: "Cortana, scan for creatures that carry the blacklight virus and still show signs of life. Karl, John, you two act together and are only responsible for finding the target, Green. Everyone else, gather on me."
"Yes." Before long, the people who had successfully landed gathered around William.
And Cortana also marked the suspicious and confirmed enemies with orange and red dots on the thumbnail on the screen.
The red dots should be the hunters who were lucky enough to escape the saturation bombing; they were hiding in place and remaining motionless, perhaps because they were scared, or waiting for an opportunity to catch you off guard.
Seeing this, William pointed his muzzle at an uncollapsed concrete wall and ordered: "Fire."
"Yes."
"Click, click!" The crisp needle sound unique to the gauss rifle.
"Da, da!"
Forming a unique symphony with the violent rotary cannon of the herundin, the dense barrage directly shot the concrete wall and the hunters hiding behind it to pieces.
The poor things didn't even have a chance to roar or howl.
However, this move also aroused the brutality of all the remaining hunters, who broke out of the ruins one after another and rushed toward the Containment Troops from all directions.
Half a minute.
The threat was easily resolved, and even the herundin piloted by Myron didn't have a chance to fire its shoulder-mounted missiles.
After all, William had spent 500 million in blood capital on the bombing; if there weren't some results, wouldn't that be a huge loss?
Meanwhile.
John's low voice also came through the communication: "Sir, target Green has been found. I am assisting Number Four in finding the best sniping position."
After speaking, John also made a mark on the thumbnail so that everyone could clearly obtain the specific location of Green.
"Very good." Hearing this, William also said in a deep voice:
"John, Karl, you two don't act rashly for the time being; wait for my arrival."
"Yes." (x2)
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