Chapter 88: Re‑creating Iron‑Blood

The living dead's improvisational ability is limited.

The Zombie Dogs and Hunter Alpha of the B. O. W. side may go out of control after losing communication links, and against the black monster called Ibursri, their usefulness is negligible.

The Tyrant T-103-type's improvisational ability…

Better not mention it.

And the Stalker-type Tyrant's T-02 and T-03 are currently undergoing upgrade tuning by the Nest, so they cannot be deployed in combat for the time being.

Therefore this operation requires a human D-level personnel to act as a "mediator".

Sui Bian, heading to the bio‑research zone, fell silent in thought.

And after this conversation with the Plague Doctor, he realized that the Plague Doctor could be over 2,500 years old.

Sui Bian has been in this world for almost two years and knows that to survive here he must possess sufficient knowledge to better assist the company and frontline soldiers.

When he has free time, he asks Bai Hou to help him cram the history of this world, since he barely took any history classes in his previous life.

Fortunately, this world's past is not much different from his previous life, and the super‑soldier serum has greatly enhanced Sui Bian's memory, making learning and recalling easier.

Thus when the Plague Doctor mentioned "King Koni" and the "Xina Nation", Sui Bian instantly matched the most fitting king and dynasty based on the fog‑shrouded Middle East region.

Sumerian civilization.

This world also has a Sumerian king list, and Koni Sasuditanna is the last king on it, reigning from 512 BC to 479 BC.

In 479 BC, Sumer was destroyed and annexed by the Empire, and Sumerian is referred to as the Xina Nation in the Bible.

If the Plague Doctor's words are true and Sui Bian's speculation is correct, the exploitable, researchable, controllable, and reducible projects in the Middle East would be unimaginable.

"First deal with the current Ibursri, then mobilize forces to focus on monitoring the Middle East."

Sui Bian steadied his mind and focused his energy on the present.

In no time.

Sui Bian and Hank's party arrived at the three‑level bio‑research zone, passed through the labyrinthine corridors, and finally reached the living dead's exclusive area.

The space here is spacious, with the temperature kept at around five degrees Celsius.

A handful of technicians in white lab coats came into view, sequentially inspecting the living dead lying in the refrigeration units.

Six rows by ten columns, a total of sixty refrigeration units.

At the far right of the exclusive area, a functional chair held a "Iron‑Blood Youth" whose torso was bare, whose physique was far more massive, taller, and uglier than a human's.

This Iron‑Blood Youth is the cat‑faced Iron‑Blood cloned by the Nest team using blood collected by Chris.

Rebecca, also in a white lab coat, was holding a tablet with her two assistants, fine‑tuning the cat‑faced clone.

Seeing Sui Bian enter the area, Rebecca handed the tablet to a nearby assistant, then approached Sui Bian and whispered:

"Sir, there are 54 clones in the living dead task force ready for immediate deployment, and they have now been adjusted to optimal combat condition."

"Hmm." Sui Bian replied lightly, halted, and fixed his gaze on the seemingly closed‑eyes cat‑faced clone, asking, "What about it?"

The moment the Nest succeeded in cloning the cat‑faced Iron‑Blood, the Re‑creation Project's research team attempted to re‑fabricate the cat face.

However, the Iron‑Blood's brain differs greatly from a human brain, so the Re‑creation Project's human‑brain editing protocol—or the brain‑washing surgery refined by Wang Zhaofeng's team—cannot be applied directly.

Thus the Re‑creation Project team must devise a proprietary program tailored to Iron‑Blood's traits, which explains why Umbrella has been unable to achieve "Re‑created Iron‑Blood".

Upon hearing Sui Bian's question, Rebecca also turned toward the cat‑faced clone, crossed her arms over her chest, and said:

"The current condition is stable; it can effectively execute our commands, but its physical data cannot be compared to the Iron‑Blood youth (Celt) who fought Lieutenant Redfield."

"That's sufficient. How much longer does it need adjustment?" Sui Bian asked again.

"About twenty‑five more minutes," Rebecca estimated.

"As soon as possible; even time is now our enemy," Sui Bian urged calmly.

"Hmm, I understand."

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Meanwhile.

Akelei Shanqu in the northern suburbs of Raccoon City.

Twenty meters below is a facility that detains D-level personnel.

The original research center has been remodeled by the Engineering Department; the facility now has three levels, each with a thousand cell units.

Moreover, each level includes a large arena, a cinema, a public bathhouse, an underground park planted with various flora, and so on.

These facilities are opened weekly under armed security and the guard of a T-103-type Tyrant, allowing D-level personnel to use and relax.

Although most D-level personnel are scum, and their end result is almost always to "sacrifice" themselves for humanity, ensuring their physical and mental health is still necessary, as mindset may affect experimental outcomes.

On the first level of the detention facility, at the far end of the northern corridor, a cell unit.

The unit's amenities are modest: to the left of the metal door is a single bed, to the right a toilet and sink.

At this moment, D-1999, clad in an orange jumpsuit, heavily built, with a wild beard and long male hair giving a weathered look, lies on the bed.

D-1999 holds an old photograph in his left hand, while his right hand touches the picture as if caressing a face.

In the center of the photo is a beautiful woman with a sweet smile, each of whose hands holds a girl of about eight or nine years old.

The background shows a residential community's children's playground, making it easy to imagine the mother and two daughters playing there, photographed by a father or other relative.

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Looking at the happy trio, D-1999's eyes reddened slightly, forcing himself not to shed tears easily.

"Beep~!" A red light on the metal door flashed, and a broadcast beside it issued a warning:

"D-1999, the cell door will open shortly; please stand, raise your hands, and maintain that posture, or we will take hard measures."

Hearing the warning, D-1999 slipped the photo into his jumpsuit pocket, steadied his yearning, rose from the bed, and raised his hands toward the door.

"Swish-!" The cell door opened.

Two armed guards wielding MA5B rifles entered the cell.

One aimed the gun barrel at D-1999, while another took out handcuffs and cuffed D-1999's hands in front of him.

Two guards, one in front and one behind, escorted D-1999 out of the cell and headed straight for the railway train hall on the first floor.

After more than ten minutes, the guards escorted D-1999 to the hall.

As he walked from the hall steps toward the platform, D-1999 saw that he was not the only D-class personnel; looking around, there were at least eighty or ninety D-class personnel in orange prison uniforms.

There were only ten guards, but the four T-103-model Tyrants stationed at the four corners of the platform kept all the D-class personnel from acting rashly.

(End of chapter)