Containment control starts with the umbrella

Coordinates: 4°S, 55°E (British Indian Ocean)

Name: Minos Island.

From the sky, Minos is still like a tropical island.

Covering a large area, the virgin forest area for Spartans to survive in the wild, and training facilities such as barbed wire on the white sand beach.

Surrounded by the blue ocean.

If not for the base buildings on the west coast, the island looks more like a holiday resort.

The Minos at this time has been re-planned by Halsey, and it is no longer the "simple" and "unorganized" that were six months ago.

There are more facilities like a laboratory, and a freezing room dedicated to storing T virus and serum.

The Osprey carrying the Spartans has steadily landed on the high platform of the apron and is being maintained by the ground crew.

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Inside the command center of Minos;

This is similar to the command center of other Umbrella military bases, but with fewer people and equipment.

And the personnel responsible for manipulation and contact are selected from the USS and UBCS of the island.

In the center of the command center, there is an electronic table with a giant screen.

Halsey, in a white coat, was debugging something at this table.

she was…

It seemed to have changed back to the original'sloppy' appearance.

The black short sleeves in the white coat were tucked into loose black pajamas by her hand.

The light blonde long hair that was still well managed before, just got a ponytail.

Maybe she will only dress up in front of William.

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"Huh—"

"Doctor, is there anything important?"

As the automatic door opened, Kent's voice came from behind her.

Turning around, I saw Kent rushing into the command center with 14 Spartans and surrounding her.

"Yes."

Halsey didn't say anything extra, and opened the electronic desk directly with the touch screen.

The screen lights up.

What everyone sees is a satellite plan.

In the center of the picture is an extremely backward desert city, which is also the hub of three highways to the east, west and north.

There is also a description of the file on the far right of the display.

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Time: October 12, 2007.

Location: Dadaab

content:

At 06:17 today, the Umbrella military base stationed in the grasslands of Kenya sent a convoy to Lamu Port to obtain supplies and food.

The goal is to provide regular humanitarian assistance on the border between Kenya and Somalia.

The convoy consists of twenty security personnel, twenty drivers, and twenty medium-sized trucks.

At 07:45, the convoy was ready to load cargo.

At 08:31, the convoy's necessary route to the border was blocked for unknown reasons.

After reporting the situation to the base, the convoy turned around and tried to find another route.

At 08:55, the convoy passing through the city of Dada was attacked by no less than 6,000 refugees, including a large number of armed men.

At 08:59, the last security guard lost contact with the base.

It has been confirmed that all personnel of the transport convoy were killed.

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After reading the contents of the file, Kent frowned slightly, looking at Halsey across from the electronic desk and wondering:

"Doctor, African refugees often rob food.

Another point is that the convoy at the Kenya base was attacked and should be resolved by their dispatch of troops.

What does this have to do with Minos?"

"Of course it matters."

Halsey walked slowly in front of John, glanced at the super soldier he had built, then looked at Kent and asked quietly:

"Major, I ask you, how is Sparta's combat capability now?"

"Combat capability?"

Kent looked around Sparta and replied thoughtfully:

"The current Sparta has endurance, physical strength and strength beyond ordinary people.

If you have more actual combat experience, it will be a perfect killing machine...

and many more…"

Without waiting for Halsey to explain herself, the major guessed her intentions and said:

"Doctor, you mean to let Sparta participate in this event?"

"Yes."

Halsey patted John's right forearm and asked with a kind smile:

"John, if you are asked to assassinate the leader of the militants, then... are you confident to complete the task?"

John first looked down at Halsey, then looked up at the surrounding teammates.

Carl smiled and nodded, Myron grinned and gave a thumbs up, and the rest of Spartans also expressed their support.

Then John deliberately raised his chest and said calmly: "We are confident, Ma'am.

As you taught us, nothing can stop Spartan's pace."

"Good boy."

Halsey's answer to John was not surprising at all.

Immediately afterwards, she came to the electronic desk again, sliding her slender hand on the touch screen.

The content on the display was replaced by Halsey.

Switch from the original satellite thumbnail to a close-up image taken by a drone at high altitude.

There are only a few high-rise buildings in the city center of Dadabu, most of which are brick houses or simple houses made of iron sheets and wooden sticks.

Garbage dumps and weedy streets can be seen everywhere.

In the suburbs, there are a large number of tent-like cloth sheds.

The people here are skinny, as if they can break them with a kick, and the clothing is just a piece of cloth covering their private parts.

Compare with it.

The city center is called abundance, which is not excessive at all.

At any rate, people in the city center have all kinds of clothes, and there are even many cars from the 1960s and 1970s.

"Everyone."

Halsey put a smile away, and said solemnly: "Dadaab has a population of about 490,000, of which 350,000 are refugees.

In Dadab, whoever controls the food and water sources controls the right to kill here."

Halsey said, sliding his finger on the touch screen.

The screen is updated.

I saw the content of the new picture display, which is a luxurious manor with swimming pools, villas, gardens, and a large number of militants.

It is in sharp contrast with the dilapidated simple houses and brick houses outside the wall.

The most conspicuous thing is the neatly parked inside the manor, twenty trucks with red and white umbrella Logo.

See here.

John held the table with both hands, leaned forward, carefully observed the manor and asked, "Madam, is this our goal?"

"Yes." Halsey explained to everyone:

"According to various data collected from the Kenya base.

A warlord named Glad Mehamud took his troops and fled from Somalia to Kenya four months ago, and took full control of Dadaab two months ago.

The reasons for the flight and attack on Umbrella are unknown.

The Kenya base speculated that it was due to food shortages caused by continuous operations, which made Mehamud set his sights on Umbrella.

Ho~"

Halsey smiled contemptuously: "The reason is unknown, um...it seems that this little warlord still has some secrets.

However, I really want to thank him.

Let my Spartans have a chance to have a drill."