Chapter 64
"Mr. Wiske, please come with me. Mr. Howitzer has been waiting for you for a long time," the female employee said with a humble smile.
"Is that all right? I didn't make an appointment this time," Evenson said with a smile.
The female employee lowered her head respectfully. "You must be joking. Mr. Howitzer instructed us that if you came, we were to bring you to see him immediately, no matter the time."
"Oh, then let's go," Evenson said.
Most of the time, a person's status was determined by their abilities and value. The first time Evenson had come here, he had needed to make an appointment twenty days in advance, and the meeting had only lasted five minutes. Yet this time, he was treated as a first-class guest.
Evenson knew why things had changed. When he first came here, he had made quite a shocking impression on Howitzer—he had put on a damn good show.
Besides, Howitzer was probably very satisfied with the effects of those so-called Tyrant serums. Even if he had failed to obtain the Obelisk he had long dreamed of, the team must have performed impressively. Based on that performance, Howitzer had built up Evenson and the nonexistent Umbrella Corporation to an extremely lofty position in his mind. Overall, Evenson's guesses had been correct.
The operation at the special base concerned the Obelisk Howitzer had spent half his life pursuing, so he had paid close attention to it. Although he had not dared stay in real-time contact with the raiding force for fear that the US Army would trace their signals, that did not stop him from asking around afterward to find out what had happened.
Especially after the operation failed and the Obelisk slipped through his fingers, he was devastated—but even more than