Tyrant Cells

Although he did not know much, he could still make out the other side's general setup.

It was thorough, and they had sent quite a few people. They had clearly been watching for some time and knew Caroline was not a woman to be easily slaughtered.

So judging by the timing, it was more likely that the Irish Mob had made their move.

Unfortunately, he had arrived a little too late.

By the time he got there, the Corpse-Eating Insects had already finished the fight.

Otherwise, seeing their faces would have revealed the truth.

A few minutes later, sirens began wailing in waves.

A full seven or eight police cars stopped nearby, and all kinds of firearms were raised.

"So fast..."

Both of them were somewhat surprised. The police in Hell's Kitchen could move this quickly?

Surprised as they were, neither of them was nervous.

They were the victims.

Before long, a middle-aged police officer walked in with several subordinates.

After seeing the two of them, he introduced himself.

"George Stacy. Can you tell me what happened?"

George's expression was extremely grim.

Just a week ago, he had taken up the position of precinct captain at the Hell's Kitchen police station.

Yet only a few days later, a shootout had occurred.

And according to the caller, the firepower had been extremely heavy.

That was why he had personally led the team here.

He saw a scene consistent with a gunfight.

Yet he could not find a single body!

All that remained were occasional bloodstains on the ground.

But what could that prove?

He had only just arrived in Hell's Kitchen, and this place had already given him a test.

Noah's expression did not change.

"Of course, but I hope you can first arrange for medical personnel to take my female companion to the hospital.

Her wound is serious."

George glanced at the woman with the injury on her leg. Strange—far too strange.

She was clearly wounded, yet there was no visible sign of discomfort on her face.

How was that the reaction of an ordinary person?

But those were only his private thoughts, and he did not reveal any of them.

Only after Caroline had been taken away did Noah speak.

"I don't know what happened today, but a group of lunatics broke in and started shooting, trying to kill us.

We could only hide.

Even Caroline was injured.

But for some reason, they suddenly left. Even now, we have no idea what happened."

Noah gave a brief account of the incident.

But to George, it was clearly just a perfunctory answer.

He stared coldly at Noah. Several seconds later, George finally spoke.

"Noah Allen, I know you.

Some time ago, there were some unpleasant incidents at Umbrella, the company you worked for.

Several shareholders disappeared. After that, the company came under your ownership—for the price of one dollar.

As I understand it, some of those shareholders had ties to gangs.

A few days later, you appeared at the scene of a shooting.

Can you explain why?"

Noah's eyelids twitched. Sure enough, something like this could not be hidden.

But he did not panic. He merely smiled.

"Mr. Stacy, may I take that as a threat?

Or are you planning to charge me?"

"If that's the case, I suggest you speak directly with my lawyer.

"I'm a legitimate businessman. Everything I do follows proper procedures."

George frowned.

This young man was even more slippery than he had imagined.

But he had not expected to find any evidence in the first place, so he merely said coldly:

"Noah Allen, you'd better be careful. I'll be watching you at all times!

"Take his statement."

With that, he turned and left.

As Noah gave his statement, he watched George Stacy bustling about outside with an amused look.

He was very familiar with that name.

If he remembered correctly, the man was the father of Gwen, Spider-Man's girlfriend.

The future commissioner of the New York Police Department.

Though, considering the timeline, it was perfectly normal for him to be in Hell's Kitchen right now.

After that, Noah did not pay much attention to him.

But his eyes flickered. Once there had been a first time, there would be a second.

They had attacked Caroline this time. What about next time?

Him?

Or his parents?

After all, the two elders could not keep traveling forever.

They would return eventually.

This threat had to be dealt with as soon as possible!

Meanwhile, at the Irish Mob headquarters.

Finn Cooley looked down at the two gunmen before him with a dark expression.

"So you're saying that out of more than a dozen men, only the two of you survived?"

Finn Cooley's tone was neither heavy nor light, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The two gunmen trembled and said fearfully:

"We were already close to killing the target, but then a whole swarm of bugs suddenly flew out, and everyone was devoured by them."

As he spoke, one of the gunmen exposed his shoulder, which was wrapped in thick bandages.

Seeing his boss's expression, he gritted his teeth and undid the bandages.

A wound like a rotting chunk of flesh was revealed, densely covered in bite marks.

Enduring the searing pain, he said:

"There were just too many of those bugs. The brothers couldn't hold them off at all."

At the sight of the wound, Finn Cooley narrowed his eyes.

This situation was very similar to what the gangs that had been wiped out earlier had encountered.

If they were the same kind of bugs, there was no way to deal with them without flamethrowers.

Most importantly, according to the two men's account, those bugs could fly.

It seemed the earlier incidents had something to do with that brat named Noah.

But after taking something from the Irish Mob, did he think he could stay alive?

"Enough. Get out."

Finn Cooley waved the two men away, dismissing them.

Ordinary methods would not work. It seemed he would need to use some special methods.

The two men left as if they had been granted a pardon.

After the shooting, Noah became more cautious.

Although Caroline had been shot in the thigh, the wound was fortunately not very deep. After having it bandaged at the hospital, she was discharged right away.

But this time, she did not return to her own home. Instead, she went to Noah's house.

In her words, she never wanted to go back to a place where she had been shot at.

Noah naturally had no objections. After all, a house where someone had just died was indeed not a pleasant place to stay, and it needed repairs as well.

He even felt a faint sense of anticipation.

Even so, faced with Caroline's injured leg, there was no way he could really do anything.

Faced with temptation, he could only numb himself through research.

But the more he did so, the more happily Caroline smiled.

The young boss, who had originally seemed mature and serious, actually had such an innocent side to him.

In the laboratory, Noah fiddled with a petri dish.

Inside were T-Virus cells.

During this time, he had cultivated some special cells through the petri dishes.

These cells were highly sensitive to vitality and possessed extraordinary invasive capabilities.

"So that's how it is. The T-Virus truly deserves its reputation as something capable of destroying the world.

Its ability to enhance and recombine biological genetic factors is simply too powerful.

It's just a pity that it can't be controlled, but this is close enough."

Noah's face was full of excitement.

The cellular tissue in the petri dish in his hand, if he was not mistaken, should be Tyrant cells!

Zombie Dogs had limited uses, so they could not be considered a mature product.

But if he could successfully cultivate a Tyrant, it would definitely become the company's first flagship product.

By then, Umbrella would truly be able to make a name for itself through it!