Chapter 285

Supervision Department.

Sui Bian glanced to the right with his peripheral vision and said to Bai Hou: "The Supervision Department is more suitable for that man; also, send someone to deliver the prepared confidentiality agreements, employee contracts, and new identity documents to the reception room."

"All right." A blue light flashed across Bai Hou's eyes.

Immediately after.

Sui Bian turned slightly sideways, facing Bai Hou and instructed: "Bai Hou, please go to the reception room yourself and explain to Zigler what her family needs to be aware of in the future, after all Sergeant Kaiqi is no longer a D-class personnel, nor a prisoner, but an official employee of our Umbrella."

"All right." Bai Hou put on a standard smile and readily replied: "Leave this to me, Chairman."

After saying that, she walked out of the office, and Sui Bian also turned back, gazing out the window again, falling into thought.

When D-1999 executed the last pillar god and destroyed the hell plane, the system, after a long time, said to him a reminder, the original words were:

【Detected that the hell plane was destroyed by the host's subordinate employee D-1999, therefore awarding the host 34000 points, the host's remaining points are 144500 points.】

【Detected D-1999's extreme obsession with family, causing the spatial distortion that erupted when the hell plane was destroyed, sending D-1999 and five organic biological weapons back to the area where D-1999 once lived.】

Upon hearing the system reminder, Red Hou also reported to him, saying that the Special Task Force detected a spatial distortion in Los Angeles, and Pulaise personally led the team to handle it.

Afterwards, it was learned that the man had returned.

Thus the Special Task Force escorted D-1999, as well as the Stalkers and Tyrants, to the Los Angeles branch, where technicians conducted a comprehensive inspection.

The final results showed that the Stalkers and Tyrants were still functioning normally, but D-1999's physical fitness had already surpassed that of ordinary people, with data even far exceeding that of an Astate.

However, during the inspection, D-1999, who had not spoken a word throughout, was very cooperative with company personnel.

Although D-1999 occasionally displayed irritable and angry emotions, he never took extreme actions.

After the Los Angeles branch completed the inspection, Sui Bian directly ordered Pulaise to escort D-1999 to Raccoon City, and have Bai Hou send company agents to contact D-1999's wife and eldest daughter, then have the unaware Zigler handle the reception.

Afterwards, the family separated for over seventy years finally reunited, fulfilling his promise and thanking D-1999 for his contribution to humanity in this way.

Furthermore, D-1999's height, build, and appearance are no different from ordinary people, making him most suitable for the Supervision Department's "Hunting" team, which specializes in hunting interdimensional demons.

As for whether that burly man will officially join the company, Sui Bian isn't particularly worried.

Even without the grand ambition of "for humanity," if it were changed to "for family to be free from interdimensional threats," Sui Bian believes that burly man would be very willing to join the Hunting team.

As for the "veteran" Stalker, he will become D-1999's deputy and continue to be active within the company.

Actually, in a sense, the Stalker is a senior elder of Umbrella, truly a legend; even Sui Bian didn't expect "him" to have survived to the present.

Finally, it's about points…

Since we are about to start hunting low- and mid-tier demons, Sui Bian needs to accumulate points to plunder all of the demons' spiritual energy.

One hundred forty thousand, sounds like a lot.

But thirty years ago, the culprit responsible for the deaths of millions in Arcadia, the mid-tier demon Samuel, when not in a weakened state, conducting plunder required consuming fifteen thousand points.

If Samuel is defeated and forced into a weakened state, Sui Bian estimates that plundering would still require three thousand to five thousand points.

Therefore, points cannot be squandered recklessly.

Fortunately, at this stage humanity has obtained the core technology mastered by the Covenant Empire, and also has memory storage devices for instruction; over the next century or even several centuries, we need not worry about a technological "bottleneck crisis," but rather worry about whether we will suffer from "indigestion."

Especially throughout the galaxy, there are still legacies left by the administrators for humanity, the Shield Worlds.

However…

Upon hearing the system's long-overdue reminder, Sui Bian, who was now overlooking the window, also opened the long-unused system store.

With a mindset of just taking a look, he browsed appropriately.

Mainly, over these years, aside from prosthetics, virtual networks, and other civilian technologies worth exchanging, everything else seems rather insignificant.

These civilian technologies have indeed enriched society's material and spiritual life.

Opened the store.

The "goods column" visible only to Sui Bian appeared before the floor-to-ceiling window, and as soon as he began browsing, it caught his eye.

The thumbnail of the first product shows a strange-looking power pack and individual firearms equipment.

The text below the thumbnail reads "ChronoLegionnaire Individual Equipment (ChronoLegionnaireIndividualEquipment)", abbreviated as CLIE, exchangeable for 4500 points.

Upon seeing the thumbnail clearly and reading the description, Sui Bian couldn't help but show a pleased expression.

But he didn't rush to redeem; after finishing browsing all the products refreshed this time, Sui Bian then thought to himself:

"Not bad, not bad; the store actually still churns out good stuff. System, let me exchange CLIE and the Prism Tower."

【The two items together require 6500 points; after deducting the points, the host's remaining points are 138000 points.】

Exchanging…

Exchange completed, congratulations host for obtaining the ChronoLegionnaire Individual Equipment and Prism Tower from *Command & Conquer: Red Alert 2*; the prototype equipment and prototype tower have been exchanged into the hive.

At the same time, the related technology of both items has been fully analyzed and uploaded, and implanted are the relevant memories developed by the host providing ideas and guidance.

The system's voice fell silent.

Sui Bian's rare pleasant mood: although these two items and the technology behind them come from the antique-level game *Red Alert 2* he played in his past life childhood, they can still enrich humanity's flourishing "technology tree" in today's universe.

Of course, Sui Bian first considers the military aspect, while the civilian aspect is left to Bai Hou and the researchers to handle.

Thus he ordered the other silent secretary: "Red Hou, you are to organize a research team responsible for simplifying CLIE's transmission device, then attempt to transfer it to the Terminator power armor."

"Don't worry about funding; just have the team give me a result and a prototype power armor as soon as possible."

"Yes." Red Hou nodded in agreement.

Upon seeing the ChronoLegionnaire Individual Equipment, or CLIE, the first thought that sprang to Sui Bian's mind was to shape the Terminator into its original form——

Possessing short-range teleportation function.

Thus, the Terminator can truly exert power distinct from Thor's hammer and titanium alloy armor.

The same goes for cost.

Once equipped with the Short-Range Teleportation Device, it's obvious without much thought that the Terminator's cost will rise to a whole new level.

Mass production?

Just the fact that the outer shell requires Hephestus to forge already limits the possibility of mass production.

However, this also gives Astate a clear new goal: to be promoted to the Honor Guard and obtain a Terminator exclusive to them.

As for the Light Prism Tower, it can likewise develop various derivative products, such as large armored units, base fortifications, or shipborne weapons, among others.

Moreover, the Empire's plasma, levitation, and even faster jump engines are enough to keep humanity busy for a while.

Swoosh—.

The sound of the automatic doors opening interrupted Sui Bian's reverie; from the corner of his eye he saw White Queen entering the office together with Zigler.

He turned around immediately.

Seeing White Queen stand by his side again, and Zigler, whose cheeks bore tear stains, step forward and halt, Sui Bian placed his hands behind his back, smiled faintly, and asked:

"Why aren't you accompanying your father? Is there something urgent, Dr. Kaichi?"

"I just wish to thank the Chairman in person," Zigler replied with a gentle smile, and continued earnestly:

"Without the Chairman's data on the blood‑man flower, without billions of dollars of investment, and without the Chairman's various arrangements, our Kaichi family might never reunite, nor wait for our father's return…"

He saw this.

Sui Bian lightly waved his left hand and said, "No thanks needed; don't forget it was I who issued the order sending Sergeant Kaichi into the Sheheba mist zone, and everything I do is for humanity.

If you still wish to express gratitude, then please help the company continue to perfect nanotechnology; to me, that is the best gift you, Dr. Kaichi, can give."

"Alright…"

"Given Sergeant Kaichi's situation, the company grants you a special fourteen‑day leave; use this time to spend with your family and help Sergeant Kaichi integrate into this era as soon as possible," Sui Bian said with a smile.

He heard this.

Zigler also gave a knowing smile, then nodded and replied, "Understood, Chairman. I'll be going now."

"Fine."

The conversation ended.

Zigler left the office, while Sui Bian restrained his smile a bit and instructed the two secretaries:

"A war's victory means the borders of our realm will plunge into chaos; even if we hunt demons, we cannot stop chaos and rot from sprouting within our own territory. Do not lower vigilance or surveillance; strive to maintain the fleeting prosperity and stability."

"Yes (okay)."

After speaking, Sui Bian's smile vanished completely.

When Robert, John and the others return and the whole populace revels in victory, Leon, who has been holding the fort on Harvest Star, and the Dark Angel fleet will also return to the Solar System, continuing to cruise with him within humanity's realm.

As the plague doctor once said, vaccines can only help humanity ward off demon whispers and the corrosive decay from other dimensions, but cannot save the scum who willingly plunge into chaos.

There is no lack of a one‑stroke solution, only that Sui Bian's current strength is still far insufficient.

He contemplated the many possibilities of the future…

Even though he constantly sensed satisfaction, joy, and happiness, his brows suddenly knit, and he raised his right hand to gently pinch his temple to ease a headache.

Because Sui Bian knows that whether or not humanity hunts proactively, it will eventually draw the attention of high‑rank demons, as well as the evil gods who once forced administrators to sacrifice their entire clans to secure sixty‑million years of galactic peace.

'Time is running short…' Sui Bian thought to himself.

If high‑rank demons and evil gods focus on humanity, the uplifting scene beyond the floor‑to‑ceiling windows could easily be set ablaze by various tricks and traps.

Only by continuously hunting and then plundering them can humanity—and, by extension, races like Sangheli that are friendly to humans—secure peace and vitality.

When that time comes.

Sui Bian doesn't mind emulating Zeus's act, leading his offspring to venture from the material universe into the other dimension in reverse.

———————

…

Inside the restaurant.

A male patron with split blond hair, wearing a black casual short‑sleeve shirt and denim trousers, had just sat on the window‑side sofa when a female server in a white apron approached.

She then offered a sincere smile, leaned slightly forward, and asked, "Mr. Kennedy, the usual?"

"Yes, the usual."

The patron named Kennedy raised no objection, glanced at the server, and nodded in praise:

"Short hair really suits you, Trissy, looks great."

"Thank you…"

Flushed on both cheeks from the compliment, the server whispered thanks and hurried away.

The male patron watched the server disappear into the back kitchen, sighed, and muttered, "Sigh… women."

He looked around.

Inside this Chinese‑style restaurant, there were few people and many empty seats, and the holographic clock above the reception read 10:23, indicating it was far from a proper breakfast hour, which explained the low patronage.

He then reclined against the comfortable chair back, turned his head toward the window, and let his freshly awakened mind drift into emptiness.

South of the one‑way road outside the window lay a glittering sea and an old port crowded with seagulls.

Whenever pedestrians—especially snack‑carrying tourists unfamiliar with the area—passed the port, these seemingly cute birds would suddenly take flight and launch a "raid," snatching the snacks for themselves.

"Fack!"

The shout immediately echoed into the restaurant, causing everyone, including the male patron, to burst into "haha" laughter.

Looking farther away,

one could faintly see the Statue of Liberty, torch raised, holding the Human Constitution, the emblem most representative of the city—and of New York.

Since the formal establishment of the UEG and UNSC and their unification with Umbrella into a single government, the statue's book changed from the Declaration of Independence to the Human Constitution.

Above the statue and over the sea, swarms of airships crisscrossed, occasionally revealing large cargo ships or cruise liners in view.

"Mr. Kennedy, your dan dan noodles, fried dough sticks, and soy milk are ready; please enjoy."

At that moment, the server carrying a tray approached him, pulling the dazed patron back to reality.

But before he could express thanks…

"Beep! Beep!!" a rapid horn sounded from outside the window.

No time to think much; acting on instinct, the male customer sprang up, reached out with his left hand to pull the waiter into his embrace, then forcefully jumped to the right.

Afterward…

Ah!

Oh! My heavens! Run!

Along with the girl's scream and other customers' panicked fleeing, the soup and utensils were also overturned onto the ground by people.

Bang! Crash— —Boom—!

Finally, it was an out-of-control sedan that left the street, violently smashed the window, and careened wildly inside the restaurant.

(End of chapter)