Chapter 315 – The Attack on Umbrella in Progress
From a distance, Allen and the others watched.
The Suicide Squad struck first, blasting open the cryo-warehouse doors. A team composed of several super-criminals launched a direct assault.
At the same time, defensive weapons hidden on the outer perimeter of the base activated, mounting anti-aircraft machine guns to block S.H.I.E.L.D.'s forces.
Honestly, it was hard to believe the two major organizations were actually working together on this mission.
"Should we jump in?" someone asked.
"Hold your horses," Allen said, raising his hand to stop the Raptors Squad from acting on impulse.
Their abilities were suited for one-on-one combat. In a large-scale firefight, they had no advantage. Better to wait for the right moment and strike when the situation tilted in their favor.
Meanwhile…
The Umbrella base's AI, Red Queen, immediately switched to maximum alert mode.
Two defending squads armed themselves and moved to intercept the intruders.
Screeeeeech…
The blaring, high-pitched alarm echoed.
Dr. Birkin shot upright from his seat. His sudden movement triggered a cascade effect, and he felt a strange, indescribable sensation from below.
"It's finally begun."
Of course, Dr. Birkin had no idea that what was coming wasn't their allies.
"Doctor, please evacuate immediately."
The Red Queen's holographic projection appeared beside him, reminding him: "Don't forget to extract the item from your body. It'll enhance your mobility."
The item in his body!?
Dr. Birkin blushed furiously. His old face burned with shame, but he forced himself to remain calm. "Who's attacking us?"
"The Suicide Squad and S.H.I.E.L.D.," Red Queen replied calmly. "I don't know why they've joined forces to target Umbrella."
"What!?"
Dr. Birkin's eyes bulged in disbelief, his brain short-circuiting on the spot.
Wasn't it supposed to be Comedic Bat and the Raptors Squad pulling a sneak attack? Why were the two giants showing up in person?
He didn't hesitate—he dashed straight for the door.
He wasn't about to sit in this base waiting to die. No matter which side caught him, the result would be the same: death.
The Suicide Squad was notorious for its ruthlessness, while S.H.I.E.L.D. was a tangled mess of internal politics. Falling into either of their hands would be a death sentence.
Inside the base, administrative and research personnel were already fleeing for their lives.
The escape corridors were packed with panicked people. Dr. Birkin couldn't squeeze in at all.
One defense squad was holding off the attackers, while the other was busy destroying experimental materials and data—to keep secrets from being exposed. Otherwise, the consequences would be catastrophic for Umbrella.
Once their crimes were laid bare, the Fourth Reich would definitely cut ties with Umbrella to protect itself.
"Third floor breached. All non-combat personnel, evacuate immediately."
Red Queen's voice came over the broadcast, reporting the battlefield status.
The already panicked crowd grew even more desperate, swarming the escape route and causing a stampede.
Caught in the crush, Dr. Birkin's eyes rolled back. The pressure from front and back left him trapped, unable to move forward or back. An uncanny sensation spread through every pore of his body, rendering him incapable of thought.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a broad, strong arm steadied him.
In his daze, he saw a grinning Black security guard looking down at him.
…
After waiting a long while.
Allen spat out the blade of grass he was chewing, eyes lighting up with excitement. "Time for our turn."
He slung his shovel onto his back, hoisted a heavy metal case, and strode forward at a brisk pace. The Raptors Squad women followed closely behind.
Before long, they arrived at the entrance of the cryo-warehouse. The area was packed with S.H.I.E.L.D. field vehicles.
But all the agents had already pushed inside.
Stepping into the warehouse, they saw many destroyed auto-targeting weapons.
The most eye-catching feature was an open elevator door.
Looking down the shaft, it was pitch-black—clearly descending deep underground.
"Are we supposed to jump down there?" Barbara asked hesitantly.
Obviously not. Considering Allen was carrying a metal case weighing several hundred pounds, a direct drop would likely collapse the elevator below.
"Take the stairs," Allen said, casually pushing open a side door to reveal a stairwell leading underground.
As they reached B1…
In the dim green emergency lighting, they could faintly make out several corpses.
"Arm-Off Guy!" Harley instantly recognized one of the bodies—it was a former teammate.
His identity was unmistakable, given both arms were detached from the torso.
"I really admired his superpower," Allen said, his eyes full of approval. "Back when I dealt with mutants, the most memorable one was Porcupine Man. Those two were like hidden geniuses from DC and Marvel."
"Porcupine Man?" Dinah asked curiously. "You mean he could shoot spikes from his body?"
"Nope," Allen replied bluntly. "He could grow spikes from his skin, but only used them in face-to-face combat."
"…"
What a ridiculous ability.
At least Arm-Off Guy could launch his arms to do remote bomb installs or something.
"Porcupine Man's real power was overconfidence. The spikes were just a side effect. Too bad he died from a headshot."
"…"
The women easily guessed that Porcupine Man probably talked too much and got capped mid-monologue.
"Their weapons are pretty sweet. Top-shelf stuff," Harley said, picking up two rifles and finally stashing her baseball bat.
In a hail of bullets, carrying a melee weapon was practically suicide.
If this were a movie and she had plot armor, maybe it'd work—but in real life, sticking your head out would just get it shot off.
"Ladies, arm yourselves. It's time to fight crime with this beast."
With that, Allen made for the next staircase without hesitation.
"Sah-ee sah-ee ya, suwu-mei muu-wai ni na…"
"Sah-ee sah-ee ya, ku-duo ku-lei sha xi…"
"Sah-ee sah-ee ya, bo-jia sha shu-rou, lu ni…"
"Sah-ee sah-ee ya, ni-ma ku-shuo, han ba ta kai…"
"…"
Finishing his song, Allen licked his lips with satisfaction and said smugly, "Sorry, I couldn't help but burst into song. I used to be the headliner of the Greenhill Rehabilitation Center's New Year Gala—multiple-time champion of their 'Mental Idol' singing competition."
Are you out of your mind?
You're singing now?
And what the hell was that song?
Not a single line made any sense.
"What were you even singing?" Harley asked, full of confusion. It sounded like Japanese, but she couldn't understand a word.
And she was no fool—she had a doctorate and had studied some Japanese. Still, it made no sense.
"It's the theme song from Saint Seiya! Doesn't it sound exactly like the original?" Allen asked, full of anticipation, clearly fishing for compliments.
"It sounded nice. Just don't sing it again," Pamela said, rolling her eyes.
"Woman, you are jealous by nature," Allen retorted, flicking his hair dramatically and brushing off the Poison Ivy's jab.
…
On the fourth basement level, two figures were exchanging fire.
They blended perfectly with the dim lighting.
"Amanda, can't you let me explain?"
"Fury, you think I need explanations at this point?"
That's right. The two were Amanda Waller, head of the Suicide Squad, and Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
But wait—why the hell were these two top dogs fighting each other? Weren't they supposed to be teaming up to take down Umbrella first?
Bang bang bang…
A volley of gunfire.
Amanda had Fury pinned behind cover, too afraid to peek out.
"Amanda, think of our son!"
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