The Second Attack

The next morning, Noah went to Umbrella early.

His main research had now shifted to Hound Gen 2.

The Fang Fighting Wolf's genes were incredibly potent. Even the preliminary research had revealed just how extraordinary this creature was.

Afterward, he isolated its special genes and attempted to combine them with those of a Hound.

Sure enough, the combined genes were exceptionally aggressive.

They nearly doubled the Hound's abilities in every aspect.

The original Hound had not possessed much of an advantage over ordinary hunting dogs.

Its greatest advantages had been its immortality and inexhaustible stamina.

But the enhanced Hound Gen 2 had already perfectly acquired the traits of a biological weapon.

Unfortunately, less than half an hour later, the Hound Gen 2 injected with Fang Fighting Wolf genes died from genetic collapse.

However, Noah was not in a hurry.

This was only the beginning. He had plenty of time.

The system's research progress was rapid. In just a few days, the Fang Fighting Wolf research had already reached 73%.

With his supplementary research, it would be completed in half a month at most.

And there were still nearly two months until the Weapons Expo.

That was more than enough time.

The only question was whether the research into the T-Virus's infectiousness could be completed.

That was the real challenge.

Seeing that there would be no results anytime soon, Noah handed his work over to a researcher beside him.

Then he went to the meeting room.

The two companies had only just begun to gain momentum, and he had plenty to do.

The moment he arrived, Umbrella's president, Orlando, walked over.

"Boss, this is Umbrella's product research report for next quarter. Please take a look."

Noah took it and glanced through it.

Umbrella and Anobella had different roles.

Umbrella was positioned as a strategic defense and applications company, focusing on the development and application of weapons.

Anobella, on the other hand, was positioned as a biochemical research company, focusing on feasibility studies in biochemistry.

He removed several research projects that did not fit the company's positioning, then handed the report back to Orlando.

Orlando took one look and pointed at one of the research reports.

"Boss, this project is already nearing maturity. Cutting it at this point would be a major loss for the company."

Noah said, "My vision for Umbrella is strategic defense and applications, not biological data research.

This project does not fit my vision for the company."

Orlando looked helpless.

"But this product is about to enter its profit-making stage."

"Then transfer it to Anobella."

With a single sentence, Noah made the decision.

The helplessness on Orlando's face became even more obvious.

Even if Anobella was also the boss's company, its president was not him.

There was undoubtedly competition between the two companies.

Seeing Orlando's expression, Noah explained, "Umbrella and Anobella complement each other. They are not competitors.

What I expect from Umbrella is better, stronger products.

Anobella is the one that should use products to make more money, then funnel it back into Umbrella.

So these things have no meaning to me."

With that, Noah walked directly toward the seat at the head of the table.

Orlando frowned.

Umbrella was not meant to make money?

Better products... It seemed he needed to increase investment in the R&D department.

At the same time, he felt somewhat excited.

The boss's meaning was clear.

Anobella existed to serve Umbrella!

At the meeting, Noah made several personnel adjustments and further refined Umbrella's structure.

The old Umbrella had been involved in many different areas.

But after he took over, Umbrella would transform into a pure military-industrial company.

As for everything else unrelated to that, it would all be placed under Anobella.

Meanwhile.

At Irish Mob headquarters.

Finn Cooley looked at the man on the sofa beside him.

The man's expression was calm, showing none of the awareness one should have when facing a Hell's Kitchen mob boss.

Finn Cooley said evenly:

"I hope I never hear Noah Allen's name again."

The man nodded.

"Don't worry. That'll be easy."

As he spoke, he toyed with a pistol, a playful look on his face.

Three hundred thousand was a hefty sum.

Wasn't this much better than killing on an item's orders?

Finn Cooley's gaze flickered, and a smile appeared on his face.

Easy—yes, it was very easy.

Before an assassin like this, even if Noah Allen had some special abilities, they would be useless.

That night, just as Noah returned to the vicinity of his home, a thunderous explosion rang out.

Noah's expression changed slightly.

It was his house.

"Damn it!"

Noah cursed under his breath. Caroline was still at home.

He immediately floored the gas pedal.

By the time he arrived, the house was already engulfed in flames, while Caroline stood by the entrance.

"Are you okay?"

Caroline shook her head and said:

"Boss, it was probably those mobsters again. Luckily, I went out to buy groceries and wasn't home. Otherwise, it could have been bad."

Noah breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she was safe, that was all that mattered.

Then his eyes filled with rage.

His parents had only been gone for a short while, yet the house was already gone.

Noah truly had no idea how he was supposed to explain this when they came back.

This time, the police arrived quickly.

The officer leading them was still Chief George Stacy.

Noah was now a man of some capital, after all, and the police took attacks on wealthy people like him seriously.

George Stacy's expression was not pleasant when he saw Noah.

"Mr. Allen, we meet again so soon."

"Yeah, what can I say? Too many people like me. Last time, it was my secretary's house that got attacked. This time, it's mine."

Noah spread his hands helplessly, then asked:

"Regarding the shooting last time, did the police find the culprit?"

George Stacy frowned.

"Mr. Allen, it was obviously a mob hit last time. I think you should know more about that than we do."

Faced with George Stacy's questioning, Noah chuckled.

"I'm a law-abiding citizen, Chief George. You should watch what you say. Based on those words alone, I could already consider suing you for defamation."

George Stacy gave a cold snort but said nothing more.

This could be either a minor or major matter. If Noah Allen really went after him, then even if he wasn't removed from his post, he would still have plenty of trouble to deal with.

"We didn't uncover much information.

But surveillance footage showed a group of suspicious individuals appearing nearby."

After some thought, George Stacy explained the clues they had so far.

"Do you know who they were?"

"Hard to say..."

George Stacy hesitated before continuing, "But one of them was probably Beck Wacker."

Noah kept pressing, but George Stacy refused to say anything more.

Even though there was a ninety percent chance that it had been that group, without absolute proof, he shouldn't say it aloud.

What he had said earlier was only meant to ease the tension after their recent clash.

But now, he had his own professional principles.

Seeing his attitude, Noah knew he wouldn't be able to get anything more out of him.

George Stacy was certainly smooth enough in his dealings with people.

Otherwise, he could never have become the NYPD commissioner in the future.

But at the same time, he had convictions of his own.

So Noah merely remembered the name Beck Wacker and did not press further.

Now that he had a name, could he really fail to find the person himself?

It would just take some time.

The question now was, was today's matter really going to end just like this?

Wasn't that a little too farcical?

This did not even count as an assassination attempt.