Preparing to Make a Move

Noah suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded.

"Take me to see it first."

Once they reached the laboratory, Elvis pulled up the Tyrant model.

A model that looked ninety percent identical to the Tyrant Noah had seen in movies in his previous life appeared in the virtual projection.

The moment he saw it, Noah knew there was indeed nothing seriously wrong with this data model.

However, whether it could actually be used still had to be tested first.

With that in mind, he directly opened the system and uploaded the data model before him.

In just a few seconds, the system displayed the data.

Current Target:

Tyrant (Prototype)

Level 4

Required Materials: T-Virus pro...

Required Energy: 1,000 units

Time Required per Unit: 24 hours

Proceed with cultivation?

The Tyrant required many materials for cultivation, but he had all of them.

Aside from the materials, the energy consumption was considerable.

One unit of energy could produce one hundred Corpse-Eating Insects.

In other words, the energy needed to cultivate one Tyrant through the system was enough to cultivate a hundred thousand Corpse-Eating Insects.

There were many sources of energy, with electricity being the most conventional.

A thousand units of energy were enough to keep Umbrella running smoothly for a week.

But it was all worth it.

Because from this moment onward, he would finally have a real sense of security.

A Level 4 Tyrant possessed combat strength beyond the limits of the human body.

Paired with suitable weapons, it would be more than capable of fighting a superhero!

It was just a pity that this was not power belonging to his own body.

With a trace of regret, Noah selected no and said, "Not bad. There are no problems. Start cultivating the prototype according to this direction."

Elvis froze for a moment. The boss could tell there were no problems after just a few glances?

But when he thought of the boss's genius, he nodded hesitantly.

He also understood the gap between them.

Since the boss said so, there was clearly no problem.

"Understood. I'll arrange the cultivation immediately."

"Mm. Once the prototype has been cultivated, the Mass-produced type also needs to be developed as soon as possible.

That's what will bring profits to the company."

"Please rest assured, boss.

With the prototype, cultivating the Mass-produced type won't be difficult!"

Elvis said confidently.

Noah nodded.

He was confident as well, though not in Elvis, but in himself and the system.

After learning such good news, he felt that his plan to move against the Irish Mob should also be put on the agenda, so he summoned Frank.

Frank truly lived up to his reputation as the famed Punisher.

In just a few months, the security of both Umbrella and Annobella had risen by several levels.

Moreover, quite a few of the personnel were his former comrades.

Just like Frank.

Not every one of his old comrades had been able to find a decent job after retiring.

Naturally, security work for the group counted as a high-quality job for them.

Although hiring these people cost more, Noah felt that the expense was entirely worth it.

And this was only the beginning. Since there was the T-Virus, there might be other unknown genes in the future.

Naturally, his goal was to forge his security force into a team capable of responding to attacks from any force.

The plans were full, but putting them into action would not be easy.

He had called Frank over mainly to have him look into the Irish Mob's movements.

After hearing Noah's question, Frank said directly, "Boss, ever since you mentioned the Irish Mob last time, I've had the boys keeping an eye on them.

Their headquarters hasn't changed.

Finn Cooley's recent whereabouts have also been easy to track."

Noah's gaze shifted slightly.

"If that's the case, help me figure out his routine over the next few days. Give it to me tomorrow."

A hint of hesitation flashed through Frank's eyes.

Then he nodded to show he understood.

That evening, when he returned home, the television was airing news about Iron Man's return.

Caroline had just finished showering. When she saw Noah, she was not surprised at all and simply sat down beside him.

"Boss, looks like you made a killing."

Noah glanced below her neck. A white curve was faintly visible, and his brow lifted slightly as he said, "Don't say you didn't make anything. I told you about it."

As Caroline dried her hair, she said with some frustration, "I thought that playboy was definitely dead.

Who would've thought you'd actually bring him back, Boss?"

As she spoke, she gave him a somewhat resentful look.

Noah shrugged.

"I told you about the chance to make money. Too bad you didn't follow through."

Caroline did not care much.

She was not particularly driven by money.

Besides, she also owned some shares in Anobella.

As long as Anobella continued developing well, she would never lack money to spend.

So she merely smiled and said, "I wonder what expression that playboy would make if he found out you became a shareholder in his company."

She had long since gained a deep understanding of just how much her boss disliked that playboy.

At that, Noah immediately grinned smugly.

"Tony Stark already knows.

His face was definitely ugly at the time.

But it got even uglier—I sold all my Stark Industries stock right in front of him.

You should've seen his expression. Hahaha!"

Caroline froze for a moment.

"Boss, what were you thinking?

Tony Stark just came back. His company's stock is definitely going to keep rising. Selling now means taking a huge loss.

That's too high a price to pay just to vent."

Noah chuckled as he looked at the television screen showing Tony Stark getting off the plane.

"In a couple of days, I'll take you to make a fortune again. How about it?"

"How?"

Caroline looked deeply suspicious.

"Tony Stark's stock will crash soon. Then we'll buy in!"

"How is that possible? With Tony Stark at Stark Industries, how could it possibly fall?"

Then she realized that her boss had been with Tony Stark the entire time these past few days.

"Boss, do you have some insider information?"

"Tony Stark doesn't plan to sell weapons anymore. Do you think that counts?"

Noah revealed the news without hiding anything.

Although Tony Stark had not said it outright yet, after spending the past few days with him, Noah felt that he truly had such intentions.

With the movie plot as a foundation, he was very confident about it.

He was confident, but Caroline was dumbfounded.

A famous playboy, the world's number one arms dealer, was actually going to stop selling weapons.

Was the world crazy, or was her boss crazy?

But seeing that her boss did not seem to be putting on an act, she felt that Tony Stark himself had probably gone crazy.

But...

"If Tony Stark stops selling weapons, Stark Industries' stock is bound to fall. How do you know he still has a chance to turn things around?"

"Because he's Tony Stark!"

Noah replied calmly.

Even if he had not known the plot, he still would not have believed that someone like Tony Stark would remain silent forever.

This time, he was going to buy up a large amount of Stark Industries stock and watch Tony Stark make money for him.

The corner of Noah's mouth curved upward.

Just thinking about it felt amazing!

There will be another chapter tonight.