Returning to the perimeter of the stadium, they worked together to finish off the giant crocodile.
Jill Valentine found Chief Raymond and reported everything that had happened that night.
"You're saying this was all a conspiracy by the Umbrella Corporation? That there was a massive biological weapon inside, capable of carrying a rocket launcher on its shoulder and transforming into a hound to chase you down?"
Raymond knew Jill Valentine wasn't joking, but he wished she were.
This meant that the governor or the state legislature, who had passed the resolution for the S.T.A.R.S. Team to rescue the councilman, had an Umbrella Corporation mole among them!
"Oh, right, Jill, I forgot to tell you some good news."
A bitter smile appeared on Raymond's face.
"Although it's very late, the National Guard has been deployed."
The roar of engines suddenly echoed from the blocked-off area, drawing everyone's attention.
The health department had organized a defensive line, and the survivors who were brought out began to observe; it felt as if everything that happened tonight had finally come to an end.
A long gun barrel poked out from the street corner on the opposite bank, followed by the appearance of its true form.
An M1A1 main battle tank, along with M2A2 infantry fighting vehicles and a large number of soldiers holding rifles.
After Brad had taken photos of the situation inside the stadium and Raymond had submitted them to the mayor, some time passed before the mayor finally replied that the governor had agreed to the deployment of the National Guard.
Although it was late, at least they could breathe a sigh of relief.
Compared to Raymond's slight relaxation, there wasn't much joy on Jill Valentine's face.
It was just like in a horror movie where the police arrive late, only this time, they were the police, and the National Guard was the one arriving late.
How ridiculous.
"It's too late. There are only a dozen or so survivors left; the rest have all been infected and turned into zombies."
Jill Valentine's expression was calm; at this point, nothing could change the facts that had already occurred.
The roar of helicopters swept across the sky, with Black Hawk helicopters hanging giant searchlights to scout the situation at the stadium.
"I need to prepare a report for the National Guard brigade commander in a moment. You should get some rest, Jill."
It seemed the incident had ended just like that.
A full light infantry brigade of the National Guard was deployed, yet when faced with the zombies inside the stadium, they were in a dilemma—to fight or not to fight—and no one was willing to fire the first shot.
The Curtis Miller family successfully escaped the stadium.
After this incident, Curtis Miller prepared to send his wife and daughter to the city of Harvardville, where his sister lived, and he went to Asa factory alone.
In the factory's conference hall, Curtis Miller met Asa, along with an Asian woman standing next to him.
"Let me introduce you. Secretary Wang."
After a brief greeting, only Curtis Miller and Asa remained in the conference room.
Curtis Miller's face immediately fell, and he said humbly:
"Could it be a little cheaper? After all, we are..."
He trailed off for a long time, unable to find the right point to cut in.
"Well..."
Asa said with a serious expression,
"How is the effect of Zombrex? Did it leave any aftereffects? If you're worried, why not bring your family to the factory for a check-up?"
"How can a laboratory check a body?"
Curtis Miller really wanted to say that, but the moment he thought about the fact that the other party was his creditor, he could only choose to nod.
Although the agreement over the phone didn't have legal standing, out of a mix of gratitude and fear, Curtis Miller didn't dare bring it up.
Daring to send a little girl into the stadium and have her come out unscathed—this was no longer just a matter of money.
"Alright, that way you'll feel at ease when I give you a discount."
A smile hung on the corner of Asa mouth.
"I can waive the cost of the medicine used for this operation for you. The service fee for delivering the medicine and ensuring safety, equipment costs, and commuting fees total 1,145,140 dollars."
"Would you like to pay in cash or by card?"
1,145,140 dollars—even if Curtis Miller were to go eat excrement right now, he couldn't scrape together that much money, so he could only ask longingly:
"Is there any other way?"
"Sigh."
Asa sighed and shook his head, taking a few contracts out of a file folder.
"In that case, come work for me."
"It's a lifetime employment contract. I can defer this debt for ten years; after ten years, you must pay it back with interest."
"Take a look at this contract. It pays much more than your current salary. You know the situation in Raccoon City; stable jobs are hard to find. You wouldn't want your wife to be unable to afford the latest handbags or your daughter to be unable to afford the latest dolls, right?"
Curtis Miller thought to himself, did he have a choice? He immediately signed his name.
A lifetime employment contract, a non-disclosure agreement, and a ten-year term I.O.U.
Based on his current salary, as long as he worked for ten years straight without eating or drinking, he would be able to pay off this debt, and he could even buy a sandwich with the extra money—how joyous!
"Congratulations on joining our big family. Trust me, you won't regret this choice in the future."
Asa gently patted Curtis Miller on the shoulder and took a bottle of cola out of the freezer.
"Come on, cheers!"
A moment later, only Asa and Ada Wong remained in the conference room.
"So you intend to assign me the position of secretary?"
Miss Wong, having just transitioned from the underground world to the bright world, wasn't yet accustomed to her new identity.
"There's no other way. The company was just founded, and there aren't many positions where one can just slack off; I'll have to trouble you to work a bit harder."
"And what about you?"
"Ahem, I'll work hard too."
By this time, it was already twelve hours after the stadium incident.
Sherry Birkin and her mother were staying at the factory at this time, safe and sound, while Jill Valentine and the others were still running around for the stadium matter.
A defensive line was established, and the Raccoon City Morning Post exposed the stadium incident. Countless angry citizens took to the streets, demanding that the government disclose the situation inside the stadium. Zombrex, which had shown its great power, instantly became a hot commodity.
For a time, umbrella Pharmaceutical was in the spotlight.
According to an unnamed insider, the virus inside the stadium was released by the Umbrella Corporation, and the Umbrella Corporation had already begun asset evacuation.
In an instant, the Umbrella Corporation went from being the company everyone relied on for survival to a heinous terrorist organization.
After all, this was 40,000 people; even if it were 40,000 pigs, they wouldn't be able to catch them all in three days and three nights.
Reporter Alyssa, far away in New York, reported in detail on what the Umbrella Corporation had done in Raccoon City. Now, not only the residents of Raccoon City but people all over the world knew what this pharmaceutical giant was doing.
Biological weapons, human experimentation, bribing the mayor, forming a private army, illegal stockpiling of troops, and other evil deeds—the public was outraged.
The White House in Washington D.C. had to quickly form an expert group and move into Raccoon City.
Organizations like the FBI, IRS, and CIA appeared openly on the streets of Raccoon City. Important facilities such as the Umbrella Corporation Raccoon City headquarters, pharmaceutical company, private Arklay Hospital, southern research institute, abandoned dumps, and the Raccoon City Orphanage were all seized.
This pharmaceutical giant's collapse seemed to happen in an instant.