Chapter 92: Honor to the Fallen!

Sheheba City Center.

Inside a courtyard on the west side of the Strange Gate.

After D-1999 heard the gunfire of D-1247 outside the wall recede, he tightened his grip on the M41A and charged out, sprinting across the open street toward the Strange Gate.

"Dad! No! Don't! Don't go!" the daughter in the hallucination seemed to be desperately trying to stop D-1999's action.

Yet D-1999 isn't a fool; he knows this is a trick of those black monsters.

Indeed, when he heard his little daughter's voice, it drew out deep inside him a fear of his family being harmed again.

But when he calmed down, he kept suppressing his anger.

It was extreme anger!

Because they actually dared to imitate his beloved little daughter to try to cloud his judgment?!

An unforgivable crime!

Soon, D-1999 passed a pile of corpses made up of living dead, Tyrant and cloned cat‑faces.

His gaze fell on a cloned cat‑face at the edge of the corpse pile.

To be precise, it was the cloned cat‑face's right‑wrist blade, plus a retractable spear and a boomerang strapped to its left and right hips.

Without time to think, D-1999 decisively slung the M41A over his chest, and the moment he neared the cat‑face corpse he bent down, halted, quickly reached for the wrist blade, and removed the boomerang and spear.

He slipped the wrist blade onto his right wrist, strapped the boomerang and spear to his tactical belt, re‑gripped the M41A and continued charging toward the Strange Gate.

The M41A had only two magazines left, and ammunition for the pistol and grenades was scarce, so he needed these seemingly sharp melee weapons.

"Buddy! The rest's on… *pfft! * Damn your mother! Die with me!"

As he was about to approach the purple‑glowing gate, a roar from D-1247 came from the south.

"Boom~—!"

Immediately after, the sound of several grenades detonating simultaneously rang out.

D-1999 didn't look back, because he knew it was useless.

"Thanks, buddy." Yet he still whispered a word of gratitude.

"Huh?"

And those black monsters drawn by D-1247 to the southern road only then realized D-1999 had already stepped through the gate, heading toward the world they originally inhabited.

"Huh!"

The black monsters shouted loudly as they rushed toward the gate, their roars filled with anger, as if they wanted to swallow the escaped "little bug" D-1999 alive.

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Four hours later.

Raccoon City.

Early morning.

The Command Center on the second level of the Mother Nest.

Employees in black uniforms sat at their consoles, their faces solemn as they stared at the real‑time data on the screens; some communications staff were also exchanging messages with the Middle East side.

Hanging above the Command Center, three massive screens sequentially displayed a low‑altitude aerial view of Sheheba, a satellite view, and real‑time footage transmitted from the ground.

Dressed in a black shirt and suit trousers, Sui Bian's eyes were rimmed with red veins, his solemn hands clasped behind his back as he silently watched the images shown on the massive screen.

Since the temporary task force of D‑class personnel, living dead and Tyrant entered the mist zone, four hours have passed.

The dense fog still shrouded Sheheba and the surrounding villages.

The plague doctor said that the thousands of death‑row inmates took several days to resolve Ibusri via the bridge, dispersing the fog and restoring the nation of Xina to normal.

The task force's firepower was certainly fiercer than that of the death‑row inmates, but Sui Bian didn't want to put all his eggs in one basket, so he prepared many backup plans.

The most extreme of them was to drop a tactical nuclear bomb over Sheheba.

Before Sui Bian took power, Umbrella seized the window of the Soviet Union's collapse to begin infiltrating the governments of Eastern European countries, including Russia.

Umbrella still possessed nuclear weapons of that sort.

However, Sui Bian and researchers such as BoKen were unsure whether a nuclear bomb would affect those black monsters, since only certain people using weapons could inflict real damage on them.

Hence detonating the nuclear bomb was the most extreme solution.

Other plans could also truly resolve Ibusri, but Sui Bian intended to wait patiently a while longer.

【Detecting the host's D‑class personnel, code D‑1999 successfully destroyed the true source of Ibusri in the anomalous space where Ibusri occurred.】

【Therefore this system rewards the host with 10,000 points and one lottery chance.】

Accompanied by the system's voice in his mind, Sui Bian noticed the real‑time footage on the big screen also changed.

The fog over Sheheba burst apart, and the desert city and villages reappeared under Lebanon's early morning sun, visible to everyone again.

"Sir! According to the latest field report, the dense fog has cleared; Captain Pulaise will soon lead a team for on‑site reconnaissance!"

"They… they solved it? They actually succeeded?!"

"Didn't expect… a hastily formed task force to resolve an anomaly of this scale?!"

The staff also saw the screen's situation and couldn't help but sigh.

"They are heroes." Sui Bian, his face solemn, looked at the screen and raised his voice to the crowd:

"Regardless of their identity—B. O. W., living dead, or D‑class personnel—they are humanity's heroes.

Honor to the fallen."

After finishing, Sui Bian raised his right hand and gave a standard military salute to the big screen.

"Honor to the fallen!" The staff all rose and saluted.

The staff knew that the "fallen" Sui Bian referred to were actually those D‑class personnel who knew they would die yet still faced the darkness.

These D‑class personnel were selected by White Empress based on files and personal connections.

The vast majority of them, because their relatives or friends had suffered persecution, threats, or killings, committed serious criminal offenses and were sentenced to life imprisonment or death.

Put down your right hand.

Sui Bian continued to address everyone: "Although Ibsiri has been successfully resolved, there is still a mess waiting for us to clean up."

Notify Captain Pulaise, have the technical staff thoroughly search Sheheba, to find the reason why Ibsiri invaded our world.

Then notify the European headquarters, dispatch a cleanup team to conduct a standard memory wipe on the entire populace of that region, so they can come up with a reasonable explanation for the situation Sheheba encountered.

If there are any omissions, please remind me immediately; also, thank you all for your trouble.

Yes, sir.

The staff who received Sui Bian's orders returned to their respective posts and began handling the cleanup work.

Afterwards, Sui Bian turned his head toward the right and said softly: "Hong Hou."

As his words fell, the holographic projection device installed in the Command Center instantly generated a virtual image of Hong Hou: a woman in a red dress, about 1.7 meters tall, with long hair.

"Sir, are you here to resolve the issue concerning the US Military?" Hong Hou asked proactively.

"That's right." Sui Bian nodded and said: "This operation targeting the anomalous phenomenon cannot proceed without the assistance of the local US Military."

Moreover, the US Military suffered more casualties; you need to give Washington an explanation as soon as possible, so that the cleanup team can perform targeted memory modification on the US Military personnel who participated in this operation.

Yes, sir.

(End of chapter)