Bioweapons may be cheap, but they are consumed very quickly, and compared to traditional firearms, they can also generate a lot of money.
Christine, wearing wine-red high heels, stood by the office window, her beautiful eyes coldly watching the chaos below. Someone was actually starting to raid the French Branch! It truly felt like a tiger fallen into a flatland being bullied by dogs, making her feel a bit emotional.
All of this was because Eddie uploaded evidence, completely bringing down Umbrella. He had already obtained Umbrella's most core research data, and his wife, Alex, had also tricked Spencer out of half of his assets. He had already made enough profit.
"Release those weapons and give those mercenaries a good lesson," Christine said coldly, picking up the desk phone, a cold smile playing on her lips as she looked at the mercenaries below.
These things were not important. She had already transferred the funds from the previous batch of sold weapons, and the most important Alpha Parasite had already been sent to Eddie.
The bigger the commotion this time, the better. Once the entire branch exploded, she could use the false news of her death to rendezvous with Eddie.
In the factory of the French Branch, a long-haired man was flamboyantly touching up his makeup. A man playing dress-up as a woman, how disgusting was that?
"Umbrella, your doomsday has arrived! Hmph, Spencer, you would never have guessed that I would be the one to raid your most important asset, would you!" Morpheus laughed loudly.
After the Mansion incident, due to his cross-dressing and the Atlantic Ocean Branch's unimpressive research results, he was dismissed with a random excuse.
The reason was quite amusing: Morpheus had privately sold company assets. If not for a bit of sentiment, he might have been directly eliminated by Umbrella's private Guard.
Oriana, who was in Simmons' research team, was his younger sister. Both siblings were extremely obsessed with beauty. The difference was that Morpheus's obsession was pathological, while Oriana pursued aesthetics with rationality.
In the burning factory, the released Hunters received orders to kill anyone without an Umbrella logo.
Almost as soon as the attack began, the Guard outside the branch received reports that Umbrella's company had been invaded. Armed militants were exchanging fire with Umbrella personnel, and their mission this time was to clear the battlefield; not a single person could be allowed to escape.
Whether they were Umbrella personnel or those unknown armed militants, once they arrived, they were not to leave; all of them were to be kept. And the French authorities would fully take over Umbrella's local assets.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. This was exactly the effect they wanted.
Among the mercenaries, a squad had already broken into the building. The researchers inside were killed with almost no resistance. The remaining personnel hid, not daring to resist further.
On the thirtieth floor, an explosion of dynamite was heard, and the alloy door was blown open.
A small team of private Guard quickly entered, but Christine stood by the window, smoking a cigarette, not caring about the standard six-person squad.
"Ms. Christine, please do not resist, otherwise we will not be polite. You are very lucky that customers like us let you live. Please come with us," the leading squad leader said.
"Kidnapping?" Christine scoffed, flicking her cigarette butt out the window, then turned to look at the armed militants with disdain.
"You can interpret it as forced escort. Please come with us. No one can save you, and don't think about delaying; it's meaningless," the squad leader said coldly.
Christine, however, made a very unexpected move. She extended a fair, manicured finger and beckoned to the six men, making a provocative gesture, "If you want to catch me, then come!"
"Hmph! Grab her, go!" The captain snorted, clearly angered. He would soon make this incredibly beautiful woman realize what regret felt like.
Given that Christine posed no danger, they actually waited until Christine picked up her sunglasses before making a move.
Whoosh! Christine threw her sunglasses out. The leading captain caught them, unsure of what the other party intended.
The next second, Christine smoothly appeared before the six men. With a hand chop, her slender, fair palm directly severed the neck of a fully armed mercenary, turning him into a headless corpse.
Her speed was so fast that the person didn't even react, still able to see his own headless body, wanting to scream but finding no sound came out.
Bang! Bang! Bang! With five consecutive kicks, Christine sent the remaining five people flying, smashing through the wall and plummeting downwards. Falling from a height of 130 meters, even a Tyrant might not survive.
Chapter 391: The Free Canary
It took less than ten seconds to deal with the six-person squad. Clean and decisive, Christine didn't even give them a chance to show off; it wasn't too late to show off after killing them.
Picking up her belongings, Christine walked to the window. After entering the detonation device on the computer, she proceeded with data clearance.
"Data clearance countdown ninety seconds. This action will clear all data from the branch's database," an electronic synthesized voice announced.
At this moment, the warning lights inside the branch were also flashing, and sirens blared, "Self-destruct countdown twenty minutes, please evacuate quickly!"
Everyone panicked. Having a self-destruct device was not unusual. It was the last resort to prevent the situation from getting out of control, and almost every weapons company had such a safeguard. If they couldn't have it, no one else would take it.
Christine calmly stood by the computer, smoking a cigarette, her beautiful eyes a little hazy. After all this, she would have no more ties to Umbrella. Her name was also on the list, making her an internationally wanted suspect.
As the head of the French Branch, she knew almost every Senator in France. Trying to conceal her involvement was unrealistic; it was better to openly admit it.
Ninety seconds passed, and all the lights in the entire branch dimmed.
Morpheus rushed into the laboratory like a madman, trying to find the recently developed T+G Virus, only to find that the computer displayed that the server data had been cleared.
This infuriated Morpheus, "Christine, you wretched woman, playing such a big game, even deleting the database! How are you going to explain this to Spencer!"
Unable to get the data, Morpheus could only snatch the remaining virus samples and quickly evacuate, preparing to return to the Atlantic Ocean Branch for research.
With the dimming lights and it being nighttime, this was a time of revelry for the Hunters. Relying on their keen sense of smell, the Hunters, who had quietly received orders, were commanded to kill all living creatures.
After doing all this, Christine stood outside the window, took a deep breath, and activated the flight backpack Eddie had given her. She leaped out, gliding from a height of over a hundred meters.
The entire building was pitch dark skinned, and human figures were tiny. From high up, even during the day, one could only see a dot; at night, nothing at all was visible.
Christine thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of soaring from a height. At this moment, she was like a queen, a canary released from its cage, finally free to fly.
She used this attack to successfully leave the French Branch, faking her death. In any case, she was simply missing, and no one could find her.
She flew outside the branch, silently evading the patrol team, and finally arrived at a helicopter.
Eddie was waiting there. "You arrived quite fast, two hours earlier than I expected."
Christine's expression suddenly became very seductive. "Emma's device is just good. From now on, I'll be all alone, so don't you dare bully me, boss!"
She looked exactly like a vixen. This woman truly had a changeable temperament, no wonder she could become the head of the branch. Smart women always knew what to say and when.
As for selling her body? No, she really wasn't that kind of woman. Besides, Spencer, that old geezer, was a bit bad, but he had no interest in such vulgar matters.
"Go back and help with the biological experiments first. After the storm passes, we'll do other things," Eddie said, sitting in the back seat with his legs crossed, looking incredibly relaxed.
Lisa was in the driver's seat. Nowadays, Lisa could drive anything, even a tank, making her a very versatile bodyguard. Currently, besides giving birth, she could do anything.
With the sound of the French Branch exploding, one of Umbrella's most important research branches disappeared from the map. This place had once been the birthplace of countless inventions. Without the Alpha Parasite developed by the French Branch, William would not have been able to invent the G-Virus.
"Umbrella will become history!" Christine watched the distant factory explode, a series of explosions rising, creating a string of fireworks. Those who couldn't escape in time would turn to ash with the factory.
"It certainly is history. Perhaps people will mention it in the future, but not with a good reputation," Eddie said with a faint smile. "Let's go, we're heading back. Alex will also be back in a few days."
"Why is she so slow?" Christine turned her head, puzzled.
"She still has a few things to take care of. There's a group of followers with her, and she needs to find a place to settle them. They might be useful in the future," Eddie explained.
The helicopter, with nitrogen acceleration, took only three hours to fly back to Goddess Island, built by Alexia. The reason for this name was that Alexia not only wanted to be a queen but also a goddess.
With her strength and beauty, being a goddess was not an exaggeration; in fact, she was already a stunning goddess. Those with low Appearance (looks) are not called goddesses, and no goddess has ever been an ugly monster.