At this time, at Ambrera's U.S. headquarters, in a huge conference room, there were a few people sitting scattered. These people vary in age and skin color. But everyone's face is not very good-looking.

These people are discussing the Raccoon City Underground Research Institute incident that just happened. Most of them are majority shareholders of Ambrera, and a few are executives. At the end of the conference table was a large screen showing an old man with a dripping drip. His eyes were half-closed, barely breathing. One worries about whether he's still alive.

"I remember you saying that the hive is indestructible. An old man with gray hair and a retro suit questioned at the conference table.

"That was before we crowded the living space of the hive and mass-produced the "Lickers". Mr. Lester. In our latest mission debrief, the task force encountered a large number of lickers as they departed. A capable middle-aged man replied without humility or arrogance, and he said that he put the latest mission report on the big screen in the conference room.

"Don't try to change the subject, Mr. Carter, I just want to know why we couldn't recover the T-virus sample and the Motherboard of the Flame Queen, you should know the value of both things to the company." The old man asked, banging on the table.

"The members of our Special Countermeasures Unit have tried their best to try to recover the motherboard, but the intervention of government agencies ......," the middle-aged man, Carter, tried to argue.

"There's no 'government involvement' at all, Mr. Carter. My friends at the Pentagon have confirmed that there are currently no special forces operating in the country. And they don't have the high-tech clothing mentioned in the report......" said another old man.

"And my friends in the NSA and the CIA, who all assured me that absolutely no task force is investigating our research facility in Raccoon City. This is clearly not a government action......" said a middle-aged man with a mustache as he took a puff on his cigar.

"I ......" The middle-aged man seemed to be asked, his mouth open, but he didn't know what to say.

"They hijacked one of our planes when they left, and I remember we installed GPS on all of our vehicles last year, right?" A fat old man with a beard sitting at the other end of the table asked.

"That's right, Mr. Bart......" The middle-aged man seemed to want to go on with the subject, but the fat old man with his beard began to speak again.

"I remember it very well because I voted against it at the time. But why, we still don't know where they are," the fat old man said in a stiff tone. As he spoke, he slammed his fist on the table.

"Please, gentlemen......" Just as Carter was about to say something, a secretary knocked on the door twice and rushed into the conference room without waiting for an answer. The people who were discussing all stopped. Wait to see what the latest information will be.

The female secretary had several paper folders in her hand, she first apologized to the people in the conference room, and then sent everyone a thin paper folder. Then she walked over to Carter and whispered into his ear. Carter listened carefully to her words, nodding his head as he listened. And simply flipped through the text.

"Okay, thanks, you're good to go." After two minutes, Carter said to the secretary. The secretary immediately turned around and left the room faster than he had entered.

"Alright, gentlemen, it looks like we have a new clue. I think we're pretty much certain by now that those two people weren't from a government agency. Carter continued to flip through the text with one hand, and said. …,

"So who are they, and who do they work for?" The old man who was the first to question just now asked. As he spoke, he took the pipe off his mouth.

"They don't look like they're working for anyone, at least not our main competitors. The middle-aged man touched his nose and smiled.

"How can you be sure?" The fat old man next to him asked eagerly.

"Because of this! Gentlemen. The latest report from our task forces, all of the team, including Alice, the former director of the Hive, confirmed that the main board of the "Flame Queen" was on the two unidentified armed men. And, she thinks, those two are ready to use it to blackmail us. The middle-aged man raised his hand and explained.

"But this has been confirmed in the first report, what else is new?" The bearded old man continued to ask.

"Our other head of security, Spencer. He said the T-virus samples may also be on them. The reason was that he saw one of the two people carrying a large bag that appeared to contain a refrigerated suitcase. The middle-aged man replied.

"What, are you sure?" What do the rest of the team think? The middle-aged man with a mustache also asked.

"Everyone else thinks it's unlikely, and according to their accounts, they shouldn't have had time to get to the real room. The middle-aged man said, but his tone wasn't very sure.

"But the tunnel is still blocked, and we can't be sure if the virus is still ......," the old gentleman shouted.

"That's right, though, we still need to talk to these people, since they got the motherboard and the virus, and they haven't released the truth yet, they should be looking for a buyer, or, as Alice said." Want to sell us both of these things.

"So, what do we know about these two guys? The middle-aged man with a mustache asked.

"Well, judging from the reports of our task force and the security guards outside the hive, both of them have a high military quality. Based on this, they speculated that both men should have undergone highly specialized military training. And they didn't kill our employees in the whole process. Carter paused.

"There's a Task Force, Ryan. She mentions that the man named "Archer" did not hesitate to kill the first Loser. And in the subsequent retreat, he showed outstanding combat and organizational skills......" Carter concluded as he flipped through the operational report.

"Gentlemen, I have something to say. A middle-aged black man who was sitting in the back suddenly stood up and said. He is very strong, and even in a suit, you can still feel the strong muscles under his clothes.

"Mr. Bowman, do you have anything to say?" The middle-aged man didn't seem to care about being interrupted and asked the black man.

"Yes, Mr. Carter. First of all, as the head of security responsible for resolving this crisis, I am willing to accept any punishment from the company. The middle-aged black man apologized first. However, none of the directors seemed interested in hearing his apology.

"Mr. Bowman, please get to the point. The fat old man interjected.

"Yes, sir. As a former professional soldier, I believe that the two unidentified people involved in the Mansion incident definitely have long service experience. They are skilled in combat and have advanced weapons. It only took two people to escape under the noses of dozens of our armed security guards. To put it simply, we are dealing with professionals who know what is going on here and who are well prepared. The middle-aged man began to analyze the characteristics of the two of them when they acted.

"Judging by their actions, they should have prepared a complete battle plan before they came, they were familiar with the structure of the hive, and they understood the response mechanism of our security services. The action is more accurate and efficient. These are things that only top-notch professionals can do. He stressed so that everyone understands the severity of the problem. …,

"What exactly makes you so sure?" Mr. Alain. Carter paused and asked, after all, he was just a CEO specializing in business operations, not a warrior. So he didn't quite understand what middle-aged blacks meant.

"From their weapons and tactical arrangements, it can be seen that they already knew what they were going to encounter long before they entered the hive. Please look at page 12 of the second report. The black man said as he guided the group through the report.

"From the point of view of weapons, inside the hive, the target Archer used a repeating shotgun, most likely a 12-gauge calibre. Ammunition is fed using a magazine. Later, during the retreat, he used the weapon again, but this time he used explosive munitions. ”

"I, as a veteran member of the National Firearms Club, have never heard of a company that ever produces a fully automatic shotgun like this. In terms of effectiveness, this weapon poses a great threat to all the biological and chemical weapons we have developed. The middle-aged black man said in an accentuated tone.

"Also, their main weapons are all equipped with silencers!" Why? Because they know that zombies will rely on sound to find them. Even the pistols they use have built-in silencers! This is clearly described in Alice's report, see page 18. The middle-aged facilitator and the others flipped through the report.

"What's more, all their weapons are something we haven't seen before, their rifles, pistols, shotguns, we still don't know their specific models, or who produced them. The middle-aged black man said in a heavy tone.

"What's the point of all this?" Mr. Alain? A thin old man asked.

"All this shows that they have independent access to weapons. And the level of technology is very high. Also, their costumes are suspicious. This is what the intelligence services have just restored. The black man put a sketch in the clip on the projector. The picture on it is Shen Chao and the two wearing nano suits.

"See, gentlemen. Before, we all thought it was some kind of new hazmat suit, because the two men had never taken off their masks. It is clear that they are afraid of being infected. Right? But looking at this, it doesn't look like any chemical hazmat suit we know at all, I guess...... This is most likely some kind of exoskeleton device that we don't know about. The middle-aged black man said with his hands in front of his chest.