Chapter 122: Two Species

01:54.

Buleiya, holding an agent-exclusive phone, walked along the streets on the outskirts of Rome.

She kept watch on the surroundings ahead while using her phone to write a report.

She had to report on the operation details, speculations about the anomalous phenomenon, how to view civilians caught up in the event, whether support from security or MTF was timely, and whether she felt any psychological discomfort.

Soon, she finished writing a report as detailed as a short essay.

After uploading the report, Buleiya gazed up at the night sky.

She wasn't sleepy yet, and there was no mission.

She thought for a moment.

She stopped admiring the night sky, then reopened the map on her phone to search for the nearest 24-hour café.

She wanted to have a cup of coffee, buy some snacks, return to the hotel, and prepare to stay up all night until seven or eight in the morning before getting proper rest.

"Beep!"

But just as she had found a café, her phone suddenly sounded an emergency alert.

Seeing this,

Buleiya restrained her relaxed emotions and opened the emergency notice sent by the company.

After reading it, Buleiya's expression turned completely solemn.

Immediately afterward, she applied for the company's nearest transport service, preparing to respond to the major incident occurring in downtown Rome.

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At the same time.

Raccoon City, which is eleven hours behind Rome, was still basking in a warm, sunny afternoon.

Umbrella's new headquarters building was located in the most central and prosperous district of Raccoon City.

In the top-floor office of the building.

Sui Bian, wearing a black shirt and gray trousers, stood with his arms crossed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, expressionlessly overlooking the entire city.

After another year of rapid development, Raccoon City surpassed Chicago in both scale and population, becoming the third-largest city in the United States.

But if economic strength is factored in, Raccoon City could easily outrank the combined first and second places—New York and Los Angeles.

On the streets between the skyscrapers, various vehicles were congested.

People of different identities, occupations, and ages hurried through, quickening the pace of the whole city.

Among them.

Drivers might become irritable due to traffic congestion, while salespeople could feel dejected when customers stand them up.

There were also couples who, after secretly liking each other, finally had one summon the courage to confess, successfully confirming their relationship.

Life contains bitterness and sweetness, surprises and unexpected joys.

And Sui Bian silently overlooked the area below.

Whenever he stood here watching the city's myriad scenes, he would firmly uphold the ideal of "for humanity."

If there were no him, no Umbrella, no intelligence officers, technicians, MTF, and other Umbrella employees,

then humanity at this moment would have no chance to complain about traffic, vent about customers, or enjoy a sweet date with a partner.

Fear of anomalous phenomena would become humanity's "main theme."

Three years ago, he might still have complained about why he came to this world and why he had to fight anomalous phenomena.

But now he has long since rid himself of those irrelevant emotions and thoughts.

"Sir."

At this moment, the Red Queen used a holographic projection to present her virtual image behind Sui Bian and reported in a soft voice:

"Captain Pulaise leading the Special Task Force 141 is preparing to contain the anomalous phenomenon investigated by Agent Kennedy."

Hearing this, Sui Bian restrained his sentimental feelings, turned, and left the floor-to-ceiling window to come to the center of the office.

He said: "Connect to the helmet cameras of the Special Task Force 141."

"Yes, sir."

As the Red Queen's voice faded, a large holographic screen appeared not far in front of Sui Bian.

At the center of the screen was a nine-grid layout, each showing real-time footage from the helmet camera of a member of the Special Task Force 141.

Rome was still in the early morning hours.

At the entrance of the subway station in the city center.

"Pop! Pop-pop!" Gunfire of various calibers erupted.

Only to see a group of people dressed in black trench coats, with deathly pale skin, all appearing handsome or gorgeous, relying on the walls of the subway entrance as cover, armed with guns, engaged in fierce combat with another wave of people.

The other wave of people gathered on the streets on either side of the subway entrance, using parked vehicles at the curb or the low walls of the green belts as cover.

These people dressed rather casually, but all wore mainly dark-colored clothing; their looks were somewhat rugged, with abundant body hair and hair.

Moreover, it was even more bizarre that whoever got shot and fell could quickly get back up and rejoin the fight.

The commotion from the fierce battle made Rome seem shrouded in the haze of war, leaving the awakened citizens and tourists feeling uneasy.

Both ends of the streets had already been blocked by the on-duty officers.

However, due to the large number of those two groups of people, and because the weapons they carried were utterly insufficient to cope,

therefore, before the SWAT team arrived, the officers could only handle the blockade, trying as much as possible to avoid engaging that group of people.

Only the SWAT that the officers expected, delayed by the Red Queen's influence, failed to arrive on time; instead, the truly elite unit had already reached the scene before the two sides exchanged fire.

Opposite the subway station.

The top of the three-story library.

"Captain Pulaise, according to my investigation, those seem to be the so-called vampires."

"Standing behind the railing at the edge of the rooftop, Leon, dressed in a black leather jacket and olive-green fatigues, pointed with his right hand at the group of people in black windbreakers."

"Meanwhile, the Special Task Force of thirty-two, equipped with exclusive TPS Power Armor, was now standing at the edge of the railing, observing the battle unfolding below."

"With his helmet unfolded, holding an unlit cigar, and wearing a slightly smaller beanie, Pulaise was positioned to Leon's right."

"Soap, likewise with his helmet unfolded, was standing behind Pulaise."

"The group blocking the vampires are probably their mortal enemies, the werewolves," Leon continued.

"He finished speaking."

"Leon then said in a low voice to Pulaise: 'Captain Pulaise, they possess physiques far surpassing humans, and ordinary bullets seem to inflict little damage on them.'"

"'I've noticed.' Pulaise put the cigar back into his waist pouch, then said casually: 'But it's nothing special for the 141.'"

"Seeing Pulaise's calm demeanor, Leon also lightly laughed, saying: 'Please be sure to capture a few live specimens for our research and interrogation.'"

"'Don't worry.' Pulaise, after securing his helmet, gave the order: 'Soap, take your men to deal with the werewolf group; the rest will follow me to handle the vampires.'"

"'Received.' Soap responded while also fastening his helmet."

"Immediately afterward, all members of the 141 gathered on the library rooftop activated their optical camouflage and walked forward."

"'Thud! Thud!'"

"Following closely behind, the magnetic boots of the TPS Power Armor produced a resonant sound as they struck the ground from a height, echoing through the street."

"However."

"'Pfft! Pfft-pfft!'"

"However, the continuous gunfire meant that the vampires and werewolves engaged in combat failed to notice the true threat that had already descended upon them from all sides."

"Sorry, I'm a bit late today, mainly because the author's speed is too slow."

"I started writing at twelve o'clock and only just finished now T_T."

"(End of chapter)"