Goddess Island is covered by a vast forest of genetically modified plants that absorb specific frequencies, making it undetectable even by satellites.
Jill has been on the island recently and hasn't left. In two months, her baby will be born. She feels the time is dragging, and she's almost become a shut-in. After the baby is born, she's definitely going out for a good fight.
There are no cameras on the island, but Alexia can perceive every movement through the plants. This unique ability of hers seems to be achievable only after being cryogenically frozen, incorporating a portion of the Veronica Virus, and then combining it with an improved Veronica Virus.
Stepping onto this land, this was her second visit. Christine had never truly felt free, but at this moment, she felt a sense of relaxation, no longer needing to be so tense.
At least there would be no more scheming, and she could have a shoulder to rest on, allowing her mind to relax.
Chapter 392: The Twilight of Umbrella
Umbrella, once a global leader in pharmaceuticals, electronics, and military industries, now exists in name only, with its president, Spencer, wanted by the courts.
As for Eddie, because he had only worked at Umbrella and was not involved in biochemical weapon research, he was merely glossed over.
Furthermore, as the owner of a public charity organization, he almost always funded charity work himself. His wife, Alyssa's, influence in the news media meant that a few reports quickly made the negative news disappear.
Controlling public opinion is crucial, but some people just don't understand that.
At Umbrella's Caucasus Branch, Spencer had relocated from a European castle to here, his last stronghold. With Sergei and the Ivan-type Tyrant guarding it, even if an army arrived, they could retreat calmly.
"How is the T-ALOS Project progressing?" Spencer asked, approaching the control panel.
Sergei shook his head, "It still needs three years. The Red Queen was stolen, which led to the loss of a large amount of previous data. I suspect someone from the family did this, especially the current leader, Simmons; he is highly suspicious."
"Now is not the time to clash with them. Once Talos is complete, I will plan a war, and your job is to win that war and demonstrate the power of the T-ALOS Project to others." Spencer's eyes were extremely sinister.
By analyzing the serum Alex gave him, spending hundreds of millions of dollars, the conclusion was that this serum contained trace amounts of the T-Virus. However, when attempting to replicate it, they found that the most crucial substance was missing—the medium that fuses cells and viruses.
Lisa's blood! It is a universal medium capable of neutralizing various viruses. This is one of the benefits derived from the fusion with the Alpha Parasite, and also thanks to her unique physique.
Spencer had undergone testing, and unfortunately, his physique was not suitable for becoming a Tyrant, nor could he fuse with the T-Virus to become a superhuman.
The smarter a person is, the more they fear death, especially someone like Spencer. Compared to his past spirited self, the current Spencer is no different from a decrepit old man on his last legs.
On Goddess Island, Eddie has been researching known marine electrogenic organisms, hoping to replicate similar tissues. Electromagnetic abilities, just thinking about them feels incredibly cool.
The phone rang. Eddie was still observing the modified T+G Virus test subject, checking if it could possess electrical properties. "What is it?"
Claire's charming voice rang out, "Darling, do you have time? My brother has something he wants your help with, at the BSAA headquarters on the British Isles."
"If he said it, I might not have time. But since you've asked, then I definitely have time." Eddie chuckled.
"Thank you, you're so good." Claire smiled sweetly in her office. She had moved her office near the Mediterranean, also in the building built by Excella, so they could look out for each other while working.
"When are you going?" Eddie had to give Chris, his brother-in-law, some face. After all, he had taken his sister away; he couldn't just pretend nothing had happened.
"Go whenever you have time, any day this week. If you finish, you can come over here and see our work." Claire extended an invitation; she hadn't seen her husband in a while.
"Okay, I'll go after I arrange things. It should take about three days." Eddie hung up after speaking.
Alexia walked over, yawning. "Are you going out? It's been very boring lately. I'll go out with you and, by the way, inquire about the whereabouts of that good-for-nothing Alfred. The Ashford Family still needs him to inherit, if he's not dead."
"He's collaborating with Simmons, and he's not a fool. He's doing quite well now. So, you shut-in finally want to go out for a walk? That's quite good, isn't it?" Eddie observed the beautiful, charming, elegant, and intellectual Alexia.
"If it weren't for building this island, I would have gone out long ago. Anyway, observing your test subject will take half a month, so let's just consider this a trip out." Alexia was still quite drawn to the outside world; she hadn't played much when she was young and studying.
Either she was burdened with the mission of revitalizing the Ashford Family or conducting experiments; she never had any personal time. She is a woman, and she also enjoys shopping. This was her first time going shopping after being frozen for fifteen years.
Three days later, a helicopter flew from the Atlantic Ocean to the BSAA headquarters on the British Isles.
Chris was drinking in a pub, his expression a little downcast. Although he was wearing special combat attire, a sense of desolation was still evident.
"Hey, Chris, what's up? Beautiful, two honey sugar waters and two brandies, please." Eddie greeted him while ordering.
Alexia looked around curiously, her exquisite beauty, innocent yet incomparably noble, possessing a temperament that even a reigning queen could not match.
"Joseph is dead. Our comrade who escaped from Raccoon City, Edward, is also dead. Foster is missing. When we were on a mission in the Middle East, we were attacked by local rebel forces, who unleashed a large number of biochemical weapons. To cover our retreat, Joseph detonated explosives." Chris slowly recounted his experience.
Eddie listened quietly, a hint of emotion in his heart, but no sadness. He had known these people would die; not everyone was so lucky. He was destined to live a long time, so why waste time on friendships? He would only be sad in the end.
"The dead cannot be brought back to life. Try to be more optimistic. As long as biochemical weapons exist in the world, peace is impossible. You're a man, don't be so down." Eddie ordered another bottle of beer and poured a glass for him.
"You're right, I want revenge!" Chris cheered up, his eyes becoming incredibly resolute.
"Alright, tell me why you called me." Eddie nodded, clinking glasses with Alexia. Clearly, he and Alexia were the main characters, and Chris was just a third wheel.
"I need your help to expand the influence of the BSAA. The reason we were attacked was entirely because we couldn't carry heavy weapons into the war zone; otherwise, we wouldn't have suffered so many losses." Chris stated his idea, the same as General Morgan's.
Chapter 393: Chris the Third Wheel
"Give it to my newspaper. I'll publicize it. Tell the whole world about the catastrophic consequences of biochemical weapons. You know, when it comes to writing papers, those with pens are always more powerful than those with guns." Eddie suggested.
"Is this causing trouble?" Chris was a little confused.
Alexia, however, sneered, "This big guy is quite stupid. Eddie means for you to broadcast it widely, spread panic. Only when they understand the threat of biochemical weapons will other regions respond. You don't even understand such a simple principle; you're truly incredibly stupid."
Her Majesty never considers other people's feelings when she speaks; this is a flaw, or perhaps a habit. People with high IQs generally have lower EQs; it's a balance!
Chris felt a pang of discomfort from being choked. "Your new girlfriend?"
"Claire knows too; she is indeed my girlfriend." Eddie said with a smile, embracing her.
Alexia raised an eyebrow but didn't retort. It wasn't because she liked Eddie, but because, for now, Eddie was the only man qualified to be her husband.
"I don't care about your messy affairs, but if you dare to bully Claire, I definitely won't let you off!" Chris threatened. He only had one sister, and he had worked hard to earn money to send her to school, so their bond was naturally extraordinary.
"If you dare to bully him, I won't let you off." Alexia picked up a wine glass and crushed it directly into powder. She opened her jade hand, and the powder fell, leaving no trace of injury.
This made Chris a little speechless. Such a fierce woman, and so formidable—where did this kid find her?
"Alright, let's not talk about that. The main point is that you need to collect information and spread awareness about the power of biochemical weapons. There must be real evidence. That stuff is a pandora's box; one careless mistake, and it could be crazier than drugs, potentially passed down to the next generation, and an entire city's population could perish." Eddie said calmly.
"I understand. This round of drinks is on you. I'll be going now. It's time to find Enrico; he's on the Federal Bio-Terrorism Commission and might be able to help me, and Kevin too." Chris said, picking up a helmet and leaving.
"Humans are really strange; they even try to save money on drinks." Alexia said disdainfully.
"No, he's just jealous. Let's go, I'll take you to eat grilled shrimp. There's a lot of delicious food here that you definitely haven't tasted." Eddie pulled Alexia up, ready to go shopping.
After a day of eating, drinking, and playing, Kaplan personally came to visit at the hotel. He was still barely clinging to life, but he could no longer return to his glorious past.
"That old dog Morgan and Simmons have met up. They are jointly developing a new type of virus to develop marine weapons. I suspect Morgan has ulterior motives; this is our chance." Kaplan said, not even glancing at the beautiful Alexia. He wasn't interested in women, otherwise, he wouldn't have used his own wife as a bargaining chip.
And a while ago, Britney had called him to say she was pregnant. What annoyed Kaplan was that he hadn't seen Britney in months, so if she was telling him now, the child in her belly definitely wasn't his, and absolutely couldn't be his. That woman was doing it on purpose, saying it to humiliate him.
"It's your chance, not mine. I have no interest in power; I only want to make money. If Morgan and Simmons are working together, then they must be contemplating something unspeakable." Kaplan analyzed.