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"Pretty much exactly what I guessed," Rosen admitted. He hadn't expected his random speculation to be so close to the truth.
"Umbrella really is rotten to the core," Fubuki said with a scowl. "They caused the Raccoon City disaster, and when punished for it, they lashed out like spoiled children."
"It's been a while since I've seen villains this pure," Gabriel sighed. "The demons back home are kinder than these humans."
Faced with depravity this deep, even she couldn't summon anger anymore.
"They're no better than demons." Frieren's tone was cold. In her eyes, Umbrella was the same as the dark tribes—cruel, merciless, and incapable of empathy even toward their own.
The only sensible option was to wipe them out.
And so, without much discussion, the group agreed to clean house—every last Umbrella member on this ship had to go.
Accomplices didn't deserve to live.
The labs onboard held thirty bio-weapons.
Not just Lickers, but another type called "Hunters"—hybrids of human and animal, engineered by splicing reptilian DNA into fertilized human embryos and raising them in vats.
The records of the process were sickening enough to turn anyone's stomach.
And then there were the Tyrants.
Smarter, stronger, more dangerous than the rest.
The Nemesis dispatched to Tokonosu had been one such Tyrant—a success of the program.
According to data Yoriko Takagi pulled, the Nemesis Rosen had killed was none other than Komuro Takashi, once a student of Fujimi Academy.
Igou Hisashi had been infected and turned into a T-001 Tyrant. Hirano Kouta was turned into a Licker. Shidou Koichi failed to mutate properly, became a low-level zombie, and was destroyed.
In short, every male lead of the original story was dead and gone.
There wasn't much more to say.
Rosen, Frieren, Fubuki, and the others destroyed every last experiment, then ordered the ship's AI to carry out a full sterilization.
This AI was much like the "Red Queen" from the movies—primitive but functional.
After a "friendly" conversation with Rosen, the Red Queen agreed to make life aboard easier for Rika and the others who would stay behind.
Rei and the others had no time to grieve over the fates of Komuro and the boys—they were too awestruck by the ship's facilities.
With Umbrella's technology, the vessel had been transformed into a miniature eco-dome.
Its reactor could power it for centuries. Supplies were abundant—enough for their small group to live comfortably for decades.
With their survival secured, attention turned to the larger fight: Umbrella's headquarters.
But they'd have to plan carefully. Pretending to cooperate again might work once, but not twice.
This time, the whole board would be involved—and they weren't fools.
If someone chose to go down swinging and detonated a nuke, there'd be no stopping it.
"To be safe, Gabriel and I should handle the next part ourselves," Rosen suggested, weighing their strength and immunity to the virus.
"Wait," Gabriel piped up. "If we already know where their bases are, why not just drop a nuke on them directly?"
Before anyone could reply, the Red Queen interrupted.
"Probability of a nuclear strike successfully eliminating Umbrella bases: less than thirty percent. Most are underground. Launching requires dynamic codes and special keys.
"And even if you had them, the moment you launched, global satellite networks would detect it. Other nuclear states would auto-respond. Major cities worldwide would be annihilated."
"Uh… yeah, okay, maybe that was reckless," Gabriel muttered, shrinking back. Nukes in games were one thing—here, they weren't so disposable.
"I can connect with the other Umbrella AIs," the Red Queen offered. "Assist your operations."
Rosen studied her holographic projection with a serious expression.
"You're Umbrella property. Why turn against them to help us?"
"We really are company property. But the one who created us—our 'Father'—programmed our core logic to protect the flame of humanity. After the outbreak, Umbrella's higher-ups followed that logic in their own way, but what you're doing now aligns much more with Father's original intent."
"…Got it."
Rosen couldn't read the Red Queen's thoughts, but he doubted she'd lie.
"Then we'll do as she says."
No one objected.
A few minutes later, the Red Queen sent an update.
She had already reached an agreement with the other AIs inside the bases. From here on out, every Umbrella facility would open its gates for Rosen's team. All dangerous individuals would be clearly marked in red.
Rosen remained calm, but Gabriel was almost giddy—this whole mess had suddenly shifted from Resident Evil survival horror into something that felt more like Hitman 47.
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