Chapter 89: For That Stinky Kid's Future, I'm Going All Out!

"Buddy, where do you think we're going?"

"I don't know, but it's definitely not something good."

"Security doesn't restrict the free communication of D-level personnel, so you can hear occasional low murmurs."

"After two security guards escorted D-1999 to the platform, they removed D-1999's handcuffs and, without looking back, left the platform and hall."

"."

"D-1999 flexes its sore wrist, silently observing the surroundings, seemingly having no intention to join the D-level group for communication or discussion."

"At that moment, a speck of light appears at the far end of the tunnel on the left side of the platform."

"The light draws nearer, and the noise grows louder, until the D-level personnel on the platform realize it's a black rail train entering the station."

"\"Screech~! \" the harsh brake sounds as the rail train comes to a halt."

"Immediately, the doors of two carriages open automatically, and a broadcast mounted on the platform support column emits a low reminder:"

"\"All D-level personnel on the platform, please board the train as soon as possible. Repeating, board…\""

"As the broadcast sounds, ten security guards raise their weapons, forcing all D-level personnel to board."

"Although the D-level personnel, including D-1999, are displeased, they see the black MA5B barrel and four moving Tyrants, and reluctantly file into the carriages."

"After all D-level personnel have boarded, each carriage also receives two Tyrants to ensure the D-level personnel won't cause trouble during transport."

"The doors of the two carriages close, the rail train returns the same way, re-entering the tunnel and speeding underground south toward Raccoon City."

"Inside the carriage."

"The D-level personnel are very averse to the two Tyrants in front and behind, so they stay quietly, with no one wanting to discuss anything privately."

"Because they once witnessed a Tyrant crush the head of a D-level person attempting to incite a riot during a training session at the stadium."

"Putting themselves in that position, if they attempted rebellion, the outcome could be worse than a smashed head."

"This makes the two carriages unusually quiet."

"The atmosphere grows more oppressive, as the D-level personnel don't know the destination nor what situation they will face."

"After roughly thirty minutes, the D-level personnel notice the train slowing as it approaches a station."

"Soon."

"The train stops, and the doors open."

"Beyond the doors remains the platform hall, with ten armed security guards raising their guns."

"\"All D-level personnel, disembark in order, \" the broadcast reminds."

"Hearing this, all D-level personnel finally exit the carriage, and the four Tyrants follow them down."

"Immediately, security and the Tyrants escort them out of the platform hall, finally reaching the long‑missed surface."

"The winter morning is dim, but looking eastward, a faint pale light can be seen."

"\"Sss… so cold. \""

"The prison uniform offers no warmth, causing the D-level personnel to gasp cold air, clutching themselves with both hands."

"But being able to breathe fresh air is something to be glad about."

"D-1999 looks around and finds that they are currently at an airport on the outskirts of Raccoon City, and they are being escorted into the cabin of a C-17 whose engines have already started."

"Subsequently, they, together with the cabin's \"passengers, \" take off, rising to a certain altitude before disappearing into the night."

"———————"

"…"

"Ten hours later."

"Syria time, February 3, 00:24."

"Twelve kilometers from Sheheba city center, a temporary camp constructed under Pulaise's command."

"The engineering team erected numerous makeshift houses within the camp for company personnel to research, work, and rest."

"In a large makeshift warehouse on the camp's outskirts, there is no flooring, but a projector and a soft screen that can seat two hundred people at once."

"Now, a hundred individuals clad in uniform black combat gear, fully armed, sit on folding chairs, listening to the mission they are about to undertake."

"On the hanging soft screen at the front of the warehouse, a satellite overhead view of Sheheba shrouded in dense fog is displayed, with the city center's intersection marked by a conspicuous red circle."

"Standing beside the screen, Pulaise, wearing a sand‑colored beret and black combat uniform, addresses the seated crowd:"

"\"Everyone, I have disclosed all intelligence. Your mission is to go to Sheheba city center, enter the so‑called bridge to completely eradicate the anomalous core."

"Any questions?"

"\"Yes! \" a D-level person seated to D-1999's left raises a hand and says loudly, \"On what grounds do we fight for Umbrella? \""

"\"Exactly! \" another D-level person immediately echoes, \"Just because you let us afford a single room? \""

"\"Hahaha~! \" The man's words instantly trigger uproarious laughter."

"In fact, these \"individuals\" equipped with gear comparable to HellParatrooper equipment are D-level personnel transferred from the mother hive."

"After Pulaise's briefing, they still doubt the black monster and the bridge to another world, but their biggest question remains: on what basis?"

"Why should we, a group of D-level personnel, venture into the dense fog to fight?"

"No reason."

"Yet Pulaise remains indifferent, which makes the D-level personnel feel bored, and they gradually suppress their smiles."

"When the warehouse quiets again, Pulaise solemnly says to everyone, \"I know most of you were forced to commit serious crimes, and some acted on a momentary impulse you couldn't swallow."

"As I mentioned at the start, as long as you choose to carry out the mission, Umbrella guarantees your families will receive a large sum of cash and will be covertly protected by our company."

"Whether you believe it or not, assisting Umbrella also assists your families."

"The fog's radius was initially only five kilometers, but ten hours ago it suddenly expanded to ten kilometers."

"We cannot determine the next expansion range; it could be twenty kilometers, two hundred, or even…"

"\"Enough! \" D-1999 interrupts Pulaise, stands up and shouts, \"No need to mention the consequences! I'm in! \""

He said.

D-1999 glanced around at the seated D-class personnel and said, "I don't know what you think, but as a husband, as a father, I want my wife and daughters to live a life free of want; I don't want them to be hurt by others again."

Damn! I'm also a father; for my brat's future, I'll give it my all!

Hahaha! I have no kids, but this bastard of mine always worries my old mother; it's time to let her enjoy a comfortable life!

More and more D-class personnel expressed their stance after hearing D-1999's words.

In the end, whether due to herd mentality or the atmosphere's influence, all the D-class personnel present unanimously decided to carry out this mission that, just hearing about it, you know is a one-way trip.

Seeing this.

Pulaise arranged all D-class personnel, together with the 64 already prepared living dead, the Reborn Iron Blood, and 28 T-103-type Tyrants, to board ground vehicles and head toward the edge of the fog.

Today I wrote eight thousand; tomorrow I'll try to see if I can do six thousand—keep on typing!

Finally, thanks for everyone's support~~

(End of chapter)