Frank's Strength (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Everyone)

Frank had planned it well.

But things quickly developed beyond his expectations.

Of the Fighting Wolves he fired at with all his might, only one howled and fell.

Though the other Fighting Wolf had several bullet holes in its body, it showed no sign of falling.

Frank's pupils contracted.

The distance between them was now less than fifteen meters.

For those Fighting Wolves, that distance could be covered in the blink of an eye.

There was absolutely no way he could outrun them.

Because he had discovered that these Fighting Wolves' explosive speed was no less than that of cheetahs.

He just did not know what their endurance was like.

But he clearly did not have the chance to find out.

With a swish, the magazine automatically ejected. At the same time, with both hands crossing at his waist and brushing against his spare magazines, a new one was already loaded.

His eyes narrowed slightly as Frank fired again without hesitation.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two of the bullets struck one Fighting Wolf squarely in the head.

In an instant, the Fighting Wolf collapsed and died.

Understanding flashed in Frank's eyes.

Sure enough, these things' weakness was their heads.

By the time he had tested the Fighting Wolves' weakness, they had already charged up to him.

Frank only had time to fire again and kill one Fighting Wolf before quickly rolling aside, dodging the pounce and bite of the Fighting Wolf rushing at him.

They were simply too fast!

Frank was astonished once again.

But he remained calm throughout.

Close combat had its own methods.

Guns were not the only thing he knew how to use.

He holstered his pistol and drew his ballistic knife, his gaze sharp.

Outside the testing ground, Elvis's mouth had already fallen open.

They had only just made contact. How had three Fighting Wolves already died?

It was not as though they had never conducted human trials before.

But that had been a fully armed squad, and even with equal numbers, they had nearly been wiped out by the Fighting Wolves.

Yet Frank had used only two pistols.

"Though the Fighting Wolves' weakness is obvious, probing for it and discovering it still takes time.

"And from the moment the Fighting Wolves attacked to the deaths of three of them, it took five seconds at most. Is this guy a monster?"

Elvis could not help thinking.

When facing Fighting Wolves, the most dangerous moment was when their weakness was unknown.

Yet Frank had discovered it in mere seconds, then exploited it to make kills.

Such a record had completely exceeded his understanding of what humans were capable of.

For a moment, his eyes burned with excitement.

"Boss, can you let me study Director Frank afterward?"

Noah's mouth twitched as he said, "Frank is just an ordinary person. There is nothing special about him. The reason he is strong is purely because he trained himself."

Elvis was greatly disappointed.

He had thought Director Frank was some kind of specially enhanced human.

Although superheroes were not prominent in this era, with Captain America as an example, anyone paying attention knew that humans could become stronger.

Inside the testing ground, Frank's nerves were taut.

Relying on his formidable combat instincts, he quickly found a way to deal with the Fighting Wolves.

And in just two minutes, he killed two Fighting Wolves with his dagger, while finding an opportunity to take down another with his gun.

In other words, of the eight Fighting Wolves, he had killed six in less than three minutes!

And as he continued to adapt, his methods became even simpler.

Spotting an opening, Frank struck decisively.

As he narrowly dodged a leaping Fighting Wolf, he drove his ballistic knife downward, and the second-to-last Fighting Wolf howled as it fell.

Only the last one remained.

At this point, the Fighting Wolves had lost their strongest combat method: hunting in packs.

A single Fighting Wolf was clearly no threat to him, and he easily shot it dead.

Soon, Noah walked in, clapping his hands.

"Such impressive combat ability. I thought this Fighting Wolf squad would at least be able to hold you off for five minutes.

Instead, you took them all out in under four."

Frank panted as he said, "These Fighting Wolves really are formidable.

Their speed and strength are both terrifying.

If this hadn't been an open area where I could use my gun to probe for their weaknesses first and kill three of them, it's hard to imagine how I could have won.

Maybe they wouldn't be very useful on a conventional battlefield, but once they entered urban combat, they would definitely become every enemy's nightmare."

Hearing Frank's praise, Noah nodded.

"Indeed. These Fighting Wolves were designed for small-scale combat. In this day and age, large-scale wars are already rare."

Although they had not lasted five minutes, Noah was still very satisfied.

It could only be said that it was not that the Fighting Wolves were weak—it was simply that the Punisher was too powerful.

Moreover, Frank was absolutely right about one thing.

This test had been conducted in a setting unfavorable to the Fighting Wolves.

Elvis stared fixedly at Frank and asked, "Director Frank, has your body truly not undergone genetic modification?"

The fervor in his eyes made Frank's skin crawl.

"No."

"That's truly a pity."

Elvis muttered to himself.

Though he had no idea what was so regrettable about it, Frank instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.

These research types could be genuinely terrifying sometimes.

They gave him the urge to punch them in the face.

After this test, Noah gained a new understanding of how the Fighting Wolves performed against powerful opponents.

At the same time, it provided him with valuable research and promotional material.

He felt even more confident about tomorrow's expo.

Unfortunately, Umbrella's product line was still too limited. Otherwise, its competitiveness would be even stronger.

The next day, the Weapons Expo officially began.

Noah arrived at the venue with his company's secret weapon.

The buyers had not yet appeared, but most of the sellers were already in place.

This time, Noah finally saw Tony Stark.

However, Noah merely glanced at him before turning away to attend to his own business.

He had no habit of throwing a warm face at a cold shoulder.

Judging by the timeline, this Iron Man was about to run into trouble.

When that happened, he could make a good profit.

Although his company had already begun turning a profit, there was no harm in earning more money.

After all, Iron Man's money was far too easy to make.

When he became a Stark Industries shareholder, just thinking about the ugly expression on Tony Stark's face made him secretly delighted.

Of course, that was all for later.

For now, successfully getting through the expo was more important.

During the event, Norman Osborn came over again.

Clearly, he was very interested in Umbrella's mysterious biotechnology.

As for Noah, he was more than happy about that.

The T-Virus was an exceptionally perfect viral gene.

If it could be completely decoded, then even perfect humans like Alice could be created. The Osborn family's hereditary disease surely would not be much of a challenge.

With that as leverage, it should not be difficult for him to claim a share of Osborn Enterprises.

Though the Green Goblin persona had driven him mad, at least for now, he was still Norman Osborn, the man who did everything for his son.

Just as he arranged the display booth and made the final preparations, an discordant voice rang out.

"What is this, a little puppy?"

Hearing that voice, Noah turned around and saw Tony Stark, looking disdainful as he ate a hamburger and drank cola.