Chapter 224: Grand Spectacle

"God?"

The doctor named Zigler, with shoulder‑length blond hair and fair skin, heard the question, looked at the opening hatch, and replied in a flat tone:

"If the old man truly blesses us, the accident should have been prevented from the start. To speak of blessing, it's actually the advanced technology that allowed us to arrive on time."

"You make a good point, but my wife's family all believe in Christ, so I also keep reverence for God. I guess we each have our own view, haha," the young male doctor said with a smile.

"Mm," Zigler replied lightly, and offered no further comment.

Just as the conversation ended, the hatch fully opened, allowing the three doctors to exit the emergency cabin together.

Outside the cabin.

Firefighters and police continued to manage the accident site and direct traffic, while more ground emergency vehicles arrived one after another.

The lightly injured patients sat on public seats beside the greenbelt, receiving basic treatment from nurses, while Zigler and several other emergency doctors who had finished surgeries began to examine each patient's wounds one by one.

In the end, all the patients were transferred onto two rescue helicopters and flown to the Los Angeles City Center General Hospital.

The wrecked vehicles were removed, the road cleared, and Highway 105 gradually returned to smooth traffic.

As for evidence collection and liability investigation, the local police had already reached a conclusion shortly after the accident occurred.

The well‑funded Los Angeles precincts each purchased low‑intelligence AI made by Umbrella, to work with surveillance cameras installed throughout the city, assisting in public safety and solving cases.

Beyond aiding the police, the low‑intelligence AI's real duty is to help the Red Queen monitor the entire city.

However, the main officials responsible for the accident never considered the AI's role; they only thought about the maximum limit of the insurance they could purchase.

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That night.

On the seaside highway at the far western edge of Los Angeles, a white luxury sedan moved through traffic, heading out of the city.

Inside the car, there was no engine sound.

"~~" played soothing music.

In the driver's seat was Zigler, now in casual clothes, with a short ponytail and side‑swept bangs.

When she hit a red light, she lightly pressed the brake, stopping while keeping a safe distance from the car ahead.

Seeing more than ninety seconds left on the signal's countdown, Zigler shook her head lightly, turned the music up a bit, and looked out at the night scenery.

At that moment the beach was hosting a party, projecting red and purple neon lights outward, while young men and women in swimwear enjoyed a wonderful summer night.

The sidewalk was crowded with many onlookers, both residents and tourists.

She also spotted a robust father being chased and pelted by two angry twin daughters who looked about seven or eight, while their mother stood nearby, covering her mouth and laughing.

"Beep! Beep!"

Suddenly, a rapid horn from behind snapped the somewhat dazed Zigler's attention back to the car.

It turned out the light had turned green, and the car ahead that had kept a safe distance had already passed the intersection.

Seeing this, she lightly pressed the accelerator with her right foot, and the car continued forward, while the vehicle behind stopped honking.

After about two kilometers, she turned right off the highway into a residential area, arrived at a three‑story house, and finally parked the car in the garage on the right side of the house.

She got out of the car and left the garage.

When she saw a black SUV parked across the street, she hesitated briefly before continuing toward the front door.

Before Zigler could unlock the door, a middle‑aged woman with a similar appearance opened it herself and asked gently:

"Back already? How was today, are you tired?"

"I'm fine, Mom," Zigler replied with a smile, entered the house, and whispered to her mother, "Are there guests at home?"

"Yes, they're in the living room, saying they came to see you," her mother said, looking toward the living room.

"Alright, I'll go talk to them."

Zigler walked toward the living room and saw two men in suits whose collars bore distinctive red‑and‑white umbrella‑shaped buttons.

When the two suited men saw Zigler enter their view, they rose from the sofa; one stepped forward, presented his credentials, and said in a low voice:

"Dr. Ketch, we are the Umbrella Armed Division; please come with us immediately."

"Do you have business with us?" Zigler's mother asked anxiously.

"…" The two suited men remained silent.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll be back soon," Zigler said calmly, reassuring her mother, and gave the suited men a faint smile: "Show us the way."

"Thank you for understanding."

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Late night.

One thousand five hundred kilometers east of Los Angeles lies Raccoon City, whose scale far exceeds that of Los Angeles.

As the premier of all night‑city metropolises, nightfall for Raccoon City residents means that real life is just beginning.

Shopping malls open day and night, distinctive food streets, and affordable bars.

Of course, there is also the "holy site" praised by gamers across the Solar System, the Umbrella Electronic Entertainment Exhibition Center.

The exhibition center west of the downtown area remains open long term, and from August 1st to 11th each year it hosts the largest "Trade Expo."

All game developers, including Umbrella Entertainment, along with numerous investors and news media, gather in Raccoon City to take part in the ten‑day "Electronic Entertainment Expo."

Manufacturers will announce games they will soon release or are still in development, aiming to attract investors, media, and players.

Now the expo has only been running for two days.

In the top‑floor office of the Ambrella Headquarters, beside the floor‑to‑ceiling windows overlooking the whole city, Sui Bian could clearly see many people on the sidewalks dressed in eccentric costumes, like devoted gamers cosplaying as game characters.

Seeing such a grand scene, and with Spiritual Perception sensing the city's festive atmosphere, Sui Bian's heart broke into a genuine smile.

"If the doctor's vaccine is completed, humanity could be free from interdimensional influence and remain in this golden age forever,"

Leon, standing beside him and also sensing the cheerful atmosphere, couldn't help but utter a sigh.

Hearing his third son say that, Sui Bian sighed meaningfully, "I hope so."

Then he asked calmly, "How are those D-level personnel doing?"

Of the 112 D-level personnel who received the vaccine, none have shown any adverse reaction so far, but the plague doctor says they still need to be observed for a few more days.

The Red Queen, standing in the center of the office with Bai Hou, replied.

Hearing that, Sui Bian nodded, indicating his understanding.

"Sir." At that moment, Bai Hou suddenly spoke, "The second daughter of D-1999, Zigler Kaichi, has arrived at the headquarters building."

"Very well." Sui Bian turned and walked to his desk, saying, "Compile the Ibris files from twelve years ago, as well as the data on the blood-man flower."

(End of chapter)