Bioweapon: Fighting Wolves

Conducting biochemical experiments in the city was still too dangerous.

The products developed in the company's future laboratories would likely make even the T-Virus seem like child's play.

If anything went wrong, the damage caused in the city would be far too great.

"Once the new experimental base is complete, I hope you'll take charge of its security.

That place will be a key part of our company's future."

Noah continued.

Frank nodded.

Now that he thought about it, he was actually looking forward to it.

"Boss, where are the products you mentioned?" Frank asked impatiently.

"Don't rush. You'll see them soon enough."

As he spoke, the two walked into an experimental area.

More than a dozen researchers in white coats were busy at work there.

"Elvis, come over here."

Noah called out, and a graying researcher emerged from the crowd.

"Boss, what brings you here?"

There was a hint of fervor in Elvis's expression.

To them, Noah's arrival meant far more than simply getting a new boss.

The company's current research was all personally led by Noah himself.

And in just a few short months, they had already achieved remarkable results.

Such things were beyond anything he had ever dared to imagine before.

So, in Elvis's eyes, the boss was a top scientist in the field of biochemistry.

That was the sole reason for the fervor in his eyes.

Noah introduced them.

"This is Sawyer Elvis, our head of research.

This is Frank Castle, the security chief hired by the company. I believe no one can cause trouble under Frank's watch."

Hearing the boss's high praise for this security chief, Elvis solemnly nodded to Frank.

As for Frank, he was deeply moved by it.

Though he had great confidence in himself, Noah's trust in him was still exceedingly rare.

After introducing the two to each other, Noah said, "Elvis, activate a Fighting Wolf squad. Let our security chief see what our company's products can do."

"A squad?"

Elvis was somewhat surprised, especially after seeing the eagerness in Frank's eyes.

It was obvious that this new security chief wanted to step in and try them himself.

"Wouldn't that be too many? A single Fighting Wolf is enough to give a fully armed squad a headache."

Noah smiled.

"A squad isn't even a problem for Frank."

"Understood."

Though Elvis found it hard to believe that a person could be capable of such a thing, he still nodded.

Then he went off to make the arrangements.

"Activate a Fighting Wolf squad and prepare to deploy them to the testing ground. Also prepare one—no, two doses of serum."

Although they still had no way to solve the T-Virus's infectious nature, the cure serum had already been developed.

Otherwise, even Noah would not have dared let Frank enter the field so casually.

Once everything was ready, Frank made his preparations as well.

Frank carried only two pistols and a dagger.

Seeing what Frank had brought, Elvis could not help frowning.

"The terror of the Fighting Wolves is absolutely beyond your imagination.

Going in like this is no different from courting death."

Frank smiled, but remained adamant.

Elvis shook his head.

Since the new head of security was so confident, they might as well let him try.

In any case, they had the situation under control and had serum prepared.

It would do him good to suffer a little.

Frank then entered the testing ground.

Watching Frank's retreating back, Elvis could not help but say, "Boss, this man is far too careless. This time, he'll definitely get hurt."

Noah smiled.

"I don't see it that way. I'm only wondering how long these Fang Fighting Wolves can last against Frank.

As long as they can hold out for more than five minutes, I'll be satisfied."

Hearing that, Elvis was so angry his beard practically jumped.

"Boss, these are second-generation Fang Fighting Wolves, not first-generation zombie hounds!

I bet he won't even last two minutes before he fails. When that happens, we'll have to go in and rescue him."

Noah laughed loudly.

"Then how about we make a bet?"

Elvis looked at Frank suspiciously.

He did not trust this head of security, but was the boss not being a little too confident?

As far as he knew, the boss was young, but he had never done anything without being certain of success.

"Forget it. I'm an old man—I never gamble with people."

He gave up.

Noah smiled.

The company's researchers were all mediocre, but Elvis was the sole exception.

That was why, after the company's major shake-up, not only had he remained, but he had also become head of research.

Completing a research project required many things—ability, luck, even direction. None could be lacking.

Elvis simply had never had the opportunity or the luck.

That was why he had accomplished nothing for most of his life.

But after Noah had provided the T-Virus and Fang Fighting Wolf genes, the old man's abilities had immediately become apparent.

Seeing the old man give up, Noah did not press the matter.

He simply watched the testing ground expectantly.

"Come on, let me see just how formidable the legendary Punisher really is!"

He had confidence in the Fang Fighting Wolves, but this was the Punisher!

It was no simple feat for an ordinary man to become a superhero.

The Punisher was especially well-versed in special combat tactics for solo and team operations.

He was also highly proficient in combat, hand-to-hand fighting, shooting, underwater operations, coercive interrogation, intelligence gathering, and more. His skills were exceptionally well-rounded.

Could the Fang Fighting Wolves display their proper combat strength against someone like that?

Inside the testing ground, Frank waited silently.

At the same time, he placed the serum in the pack at his waist.

Apparently, if one was bitten by a Fang Fighting Wolf, the serum had to be injected immediately. Otherwise, the virus would infect them, and they could die within minutes.

That terrifying virus made him wary.

Soon, doors around the edge of the testing ground opened—eight in total.

Inside every opened door sat a canine creature.

They could only be called canine creatures because they were not only larger than ordinary dogs, but were also completely hairless, with abnormally huge fangs.

Their lean, hairless, smooth bodies gave off an unusually athletic impression.

Most importantly, their eyes were filled with savagery, devoid of the slightest emotion.

Killing machines!

That was his first impression upon seeing them.

Soon, once the control console outside the testing ground unlocked them, the eight Fang Fighting Wolves shot toward him like arrows.

Without hesitation, Frank fired several shots with a sharp crack.

There were more than thirty meters between them. At that distance, he was confident he could easily kill every one of those Fang Fighting Wolves.

Of course, he also knew that if it were truly that simple, they could not be considered qualified weapons.

So as he fired, he immediately began to retreat.

What made humans strongest was their skill at using weapons.

Even though he was confident in his fighting skills, he had no intention of engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

An entire magazine was fired into the first two fighting wolves.

The corner of Frank's mouth curled up.

No matter how unusual these creatures were, after taking that many bullets, they were dead for sure.