Raymond felt panic and extreme unease about Umbrella's big crisis. However, besides these emotions, he had no others. Even his only thought right now wasn't how to save Umbrella, but how to escape from Umbrella's sinking ship.
The moment Raymond saw the new fighter jets in the data, he guessed where this sudden force came from. Only a country could possess such power.
As a top-tier enterprise in the World, Umbrella only had about a hundred armed helicopters in the city it built. As for fighter jets, that was an unthinkable matter. No independent country would allow Sharp Weapons of war to be in the hands of others. To achieve such a degree could only be described as a loss of sovereignty and national humiliation.
So, it was obvious these troops came from the US Government. Only they would have the audacity and determination to do this. The moment Raymond realized this, he cowered.
He cautiously looked around. Several of his confidants stood nearby, along with some other people. He subtly made a gesture, and his confidants quietly moved behind those other individuals. Then, several crisp gunshots rang out.
Looking at the people lying in pools of blood, Raymond showed no pity or sadness. After so many years at Umbrella, he had become sufficiently cold-blooded. No matter how tragic these guys, planted by his side, were, they couldn't elicit any feeling from him.
He simply clapped his hands a few times to get his confidants' attention, then said,
"Gentlemen, we can no longer stay at Umbrella. They can't tolerate us, and we have no need to die with it. Government people have intervened outside, and they are sweeping away Umbrella's forces. The guys at Umbrella don't know this yet; they're still thinking of dropping a nuclear bomb here, using the nuclear power plant explosion to cover everything up. Regardless of the outcome, Umbrella is completely finished."
"I don't want to be a rat everyone chases after; I imagine you don't want to become like that either. So, we must find a way out."
At this point, he pointed to Jill on the screen.
"This is our way out. We'll use her as a bargaining chip to get what we need. Once we leave this city before the nuclear bomb drops, any country in the World will invite us to join them. Because we have what they need most in our hands."
The super soldier program had become his last ambition. The loss of the power he had cultivated for years at Umbrella already felt like a knife twisting in his heart. If he had to give up his wealth too, he would rather die quickly.
He wanted to live a rich and enjoyable life, so no matter what, he had to have the capital to fight for all of it. And he had already taken the super soldier program, which was compiled from guesses about Mr. Zhou, as his only lifeline.
He had to get it, at all costs. Because if he didn't want to lose everything, he could only rely on this.
"Now tell me, what are your thoughts?" Raymond pulled out his gun. He needed people to share hardships with, not backstabbers. This was also why he immediately eliminated the spies planted by his side.
Someone hesitated, subtly moving two steps. This movement immediately drew attacks from everyone around. At this moment, no one would show mercy; letting one go would be putting their own life in someone else's hands.
So, very quickly, this unlucky pal fell to the ground.
And seeing all this, Raymond finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Excellent, pals. Let's go; big money is waiting for us!"
The black jaguar was ultimately no match for the Tracker. It wasn't that its physical fitness couldn't keep up; rather, no matter how strong a body was, if it hadn't reached a qualitative change, it couldn't withstand the damage of modern weapons.
The Tracker's Vulcan cannon could easily tear through its muscles and fur. Although its movements were very agile and its strength was greater than the Tracker's, it couldn't defeat it. The equipment gap was there; it wasn't something an animal could close.
After a dense burst of gunfire, it fell to the ground. Its heaving chest meant it was not yet dead, and it would continue to live.
Its powerful vitality allowed it to linger on, but that was the most it could do.
Jill stood in front of the jaguar, and her condition didn't look optimistic either. A ghastly wound appeared on her arm, with wriggling granulation tissue indicating it was the result of a viral infection.
She held Mr. Zhou's large-caliber revolver, aiming it at the steadily approaching Tracker, but she didn't fire. It wasn't that she didn't want to or dared not to shoot, but that the gun was out of bullets. This was the only weapon in her hand that could harm the Tracker. She had seized every opportunity, but only managed to injure the Tracker.
And now, she had no more chances.
The huge jaguar propped up its head, letting out a warning roar at the approaching Tracker. But neither its weak roar nor its inability to even stand up posed any threat.
The Tracker stepped forward, its thick gun barrel spinning, ready to tear these two lambs to be slaughtered at any moment.
"Alright, stop." A voice came from behind. This voice immediately made the massive Tracker as docile as a kitten, stopping in its tracks. At this moment, Raymond and his confidants emerged from the shadows behind the Tracker. He looked at Jill, who stood there with a hateful expression, and smiled.
"Don't hurt this lady; she is our future security."
"It's you, Raymond Edward!" Looking at the figure who emerged, Jill gritted her teeth and said. As Umbrella's supervisor here, Raymond was very famous, and it was precisely because of his fame that Jill transferred her hatred for Umbrella to him.
"Do we know each other, lady?"
"I wish I could kill you right now. Do you think we know each other?"
"Very well. Lady, one always needs to keep a little fantasy in their heart. I don't object to you having this thought, but now, I hope you can honestly follow my arrangements."
Jill spat at him directly upon hearing this. She almost rushed forward to fight him. However, several strong men had already stepped forward and restrained her, making it impossible for her to move.
Raymond smiled grimly, wiping the spittle from himself with a handkerchief. His self-control hadn't reached the point of letting spit dry on his face. But thinking of what Jill represented, he didn't care about this small humiliation. Besides, Jill had already been infected with the t-virus by the Tracker. Without an antidote, she was doomed to Death.
"Don't get excited. I'm actually finding a way out for you. Of course, also a way out for ourselves. I need you to contact that respectable Mr. Zhou, and then we'll make a small trade. If it works out, you'll leave here with Mr. Zhou. And we will also leave Umbrella, go to a place where no one knows us, and start a new life. You hear, this is a good thing. So, why don't we do this?"
"Dream on, you damned pal. So many people are watching you in Hell. You want to live in peace? That's simply wishful thinking."
"Whether it's wishful thinking or not is not up to you, Ms. Valentine. Your life and the life of this beast are still in my hands. If you don't want to die, I suggest you listen to me!" Raymond, who didn't have much patience, grabbed Jill's neck. He turned her face towards him and said word by word,
"Don't anger me, especially at this time. The consequences are not something you can bear."
And Jill's response was to bite hard into his palm. She bit so hard that she immediately tore a piece of flesh from Raymond.
This time, Raymond could no longer pretend to be composed.
Jill was no ordinary person, but someone infected with the t-virus by the Tracker. She was undoubtedly carrying the virus. So, when she bit Raymond, it also meant she transmitted the virus to him.
To Raymond, this was like being struck by lightning. However, he still held a glimmer of hope. After he forcefully pulled his hand from Jill's mouth, he quickly found a handkerchief and wrapped the wound.
His hand trembled ridiculously. Seeing him like this, Jill grinned and laughed loudly.
"You still want to live well? Dream on. You're only destined to become a zombie. Look at your wound. In a few hours, you'll be just like those things outside. This is your retribution."
"Shut up!" Looking at Jill, whose mouth was bloody, Raymond also showed a ferocious face. These words directly hit his sore spot. He slapped Jill hard, looking at her swollen half-face, a blood-mouthed ghoul. He gave his ultimatum,
"Contact him for me, immediately! I don't have the patience to play with you anymore, do you hear me?"
His answer was Jill's frantic laughter. She no longer cared about her own life or Death.
Madness can be contagious, especially when one falls into despair. Raymond could no longer endure this heart-scorching mockery. He pulled out his sidearm and forcefully pulled the trigger, aiming at Jill's abdomen.
Bullets riddled Jill's abdomen; the warheads tore through muscles, bones, and fragile internal organs. Although Raymond's aim was precise and he didn't kill Jill instantly, after some time, the bleeding and the pain of ruptured organs would claim Jill's life.
However, there might be another situation. The t-virus would delay her Death and simultaneously transform her into another kind of existence. And for Jill, this was the situation she least wanted to see.
Looking at Jill lying on the ground, and his confidants with wandering eyes, Raymond roared,
"Contact these Soldiers for me, tell their leader I have a deal to make. If they don't want to die."
At this time, Raymond didn't have many resources at his disposal. However, selling some information belonging to Umbrella was still fine. He wanted to live and didn't mind stepping on Umbrella's corpse.