Containment Control Starts With the Umbrella

Location: Formerly JFK Airport.

It has been completely requisitioned by Umbrella and the Marine Corps, and temporarily serves as a military base for both parties, codenamed Fort Long Island.

And except for William's dedicated A380, all the remaining civilian airframes were transferred to Newark Liberty International Airport.

At 11:20 local time on the 26th, nearly two and a half hours have passed since Manhattan was completely closed.

William, whose face was slightly pale, was gathering beside the runway outside the sixth terminal, accompanied by Hank and a group of Alphas.

"Ha~"

Because of the cold, the carbon dioxide and water vapor exhaled by everyone turned into white mist and floated upwards.

When William learned that the large army led by Andre was about to arrive, he walked out of the command center ahead of schedule and waited for the 'father' of his famous fighting family.

As for the reason for his pallor, Halsey had drawn nearly 1,200 milliliters of blood through his body.

1200ml ah...

Really almost drained.

And Halsey is still analyzing his blood in the laboratory building. When Cortana arrives, the development and mass production of vaccines will be inevitable.

At this time, William found that two small red and green light spots were flashing in the night sky far away from his sight, and the light spots were getting closer and closer.

"Boom-boom-!"

There was also the roar of the engine of a large transport plane.

Soon, a black-painted, marked with red and white umbrellas, an An-255-like super-large transport aircraft landed on the airport runway.

This is the Um-255 transport aircraft.

It is a super-large transport aircraft developed by Umbrella Arsenal in March this year based on the An-255 drawings obtained by William from Ukraine and Halsey's hydrogen engine.

Designated as Um-255.

It can accommodate 600 fully armed UBCS, or a maximum load of 700 tons, but due to airtightness, it cannot directly enter space.

Annual production is twenty, and there are now fifteen Umbrellas.

The first ten delivered in October were sent to Troy, and the remaining five were located at military bases around the world for Umbrella's global rapid troop movement program.

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"boss."

Hank approached William and said in a low voice: "Lieutenant General O'Donahue is also here, and wants to meet our arrival support together."

William looked in the direction Hank pointed, and saw Mike with a cigar coming towards them alone.

Through the system's loyalty test and the memory of the former master, William had long regarded the old lieutenant general as his own, and then waved:

"It's okay, let the lieutenant general come with us to see the colonel."

"Yes."

Following the order, the Alphas gave up a passage for Mike to approach the defensive circle, and then everyone went to the vicinity of the first Um-255 that had landed and slid and parked.

Came to the side of the huge transport fuselage and watched the hatch that gradually opened and lowered the folding ladder.

"Whoo~"

Mike spit out cigar smoke and sighed to William next to him: "William, I didn't expect your Umbrella company to mass-produce a transport aircraft that surpassed the world record.

Tsk tsk, Lord Russell's prediction is right, you can indeed carry forward your family. "

"It's okay..." William sneered.

"boss!"

After the side hatch of the Um-255 transport plane was completely opened, Andrei's loud voice resounded:

"I brought 22 UBCS companies and 400 USS, lots of tyrants, and... (focus on Mike)"

Andre's face changed suddenly.

From a friendly laugh to a serious frown, he quickly walked down the folding ladder and went straight to Mike and said solemnly:

"Mike."

"Andre."

Mike also responded in a deep voice, and also flicked the cigar in his left hand to the ground and stomped on it with his heel.

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William, who was beside him, noticed that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, and the surrounding air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, like the feeling of… the old enemies met.

"Wa hahaha!"

Suddenly, the two 'old men' burst out laughing and hugged each other with emotion.

"Durat (asshole)! You're doing well, you're a three-star lieutenant general! Brett!"

"You still Mazefak said I don't understand, Bichi who is so tall!"

Watching the two people who were 100 years old together made swear words, not only made William stunned, but also Hank and Alpha on the side.

What made William even more sick to his stomach was...

Sure enough, Andre knew the dark piles left by his grandfather! .

Soon after, the remaining nine Um-255 transport aircraft landed on the airfield one after another.

At that time.

UBCS dressed in AAES were neatly lined up in the airport, and under the envious eyes of the Marine Corps, they were transferred to the long-awaited transport convoy.

After that, a thousand movements kept pace, three-meter tyrants in green trench coats, and they, like UBCS, boarded the waiting truck.

Subsequent transport convoys are like a long train, continuously driving to Manhattan.

Immediately after, technicians in white overalls pushed out a large number of large equipment boxes from Um-255 and sent them to the hangar requisitioned by Umbrella agents.

Security guards in dark blue suits also began to assist the stunned Marines in the defense of Fort Long Island.

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On West 42nd Street, which runs horizontally throughout Manhattan;

The north, west, and east sides of each intersection were fortified by the Marines with sandbags and abandoned vehicles to block the tide of infected corpses.

North of West Forty-Second Street is marked light red, and south of West 42nd Street is marked dark yellow.

It means that there are only a handful of survivors nearby, and an army of more than tens of thousands of infected people.

Each intersection was defended by more than sixty Marines.

They were assigned by high-level officials to go deep here, try to block the expansion of the infection range as much as possible in exchange for time, and insist on the arrival of Umbrella's support troops.

For the first hour and a half, the Marines could handle it with ease.

However, with the appearance of the fast-running and powerful Infected, some defensive strongholds have collapsed and fallen, and the Marines stationed on West 42nd Street suffered heavy losses.

At the intersection with Sixth Avenue.

There are a number of Humvees and an M2 Bradley left to enhance the firepower output of the main road.

But even so, the fortifications to the north were still swept away by the corpse tide, leaving less and less room for the marines to move.

One of the Marines at the forefront of the front line, while shooting at the corpse tide, turned his head and shouted piercingly:

"Lieutenant!! We need to retreat! The top is here!!"

"Marines! Hold on for me!"

The second lieutenant, who was standing a few meters behind, roared back, then trotted to a Hummer, pulled the door, reached out and picked up the communication microphone and cursed:

"Call Fort Long Island! Support! Where the fuck is support?!"

"Support will arrive in two minutes."

"You said two minutes ago, there are still two minutes, was it drafted! We need to retreat!"

"Boom! Boom!"

However, the second lieutenant hadn't waited for the reply of the communication, and the sound of heavy running came from behind the front line.

I saw nearly forty three-meter-tall giants rushed into the position, and went upstream, directly 'blocking' the gap in the front.

Watching the giants slaughter in the corpse group, the marines swallowed.

Then another group of soldiers wearing high-tech equipment and exposed mechanical bones also poured into the position to help the marines consolidate the fortifications and defend against the corpse tide.

"Hey, Lieutenant, I heard you need support?"