Uncontrollable Product

Noah's idea of making some extra money from the gangs ultimately never came to fruition.

Only after saving Caroline did he learn that she was actually the financial director of a company.

The reason she had gotten so drunk that day was because she had finally discovered that the company she had worked for for years was completely different from what she had imagined.

Not only did it have numerous financial problems, but it was also backed by a gang boss from Hell's Kitchen.

That boss was named Wilson Grant Fisk—the Kingpin Noah knew.

To curry favor with Kingpin, Caroline's boss had wanted to give her to him.

Caroline had cleverly escaped, which led to the scene at the beginning.

After learning the situation, Noah decided to give Caroline a hand.

Kingpin was terrifying.

Anyone who had heard those two words regarded them with deep dread.

But to Noah, Kingpin was just an ordinary person, even if his fighting prowess was said to have reached the limits of the human body.

As long as he was not some kind of superhuman, Kingpin could make Noah wary, but never afraid.

Not to mention that Kingpin had not yet become the underworld emperor who ruled Hell's Kitchen with an iron fist.

Although Kingpin was already showing signs of subduing Hell's Kitchen's gangs, he had not reached that point yet.

Most importantly, Caroline's company was only a small business.

Although her boss boasted that the company belonged to Kingpin, in reality, Fisk's name could not be found on any paperwork.

At most, the company belonged to one of Kingpin's underlings. It held no important position in Kingpin's eyes, and he might not even know the company existed.

There were countless companies like this under Kingpin's control. Not all of them could attract his attention.

Otherwise, her boss would not have gone to such lengths to curry favor with him.

Once her injuries had mostly healed, Caroline returned to the company.

Although her boss was somewhat suspicious, he decided to let Caroline continue serving as his financial director without any evidence.

After all, Caroline had done an excellent job before.

And in his view, since Caroline had returned, it meant she had come around.

Kingpin was a true underworld boss. Being able to follow someone like him was the dream of countless young women.

Even those lofty actresses on television would offer up their bodies without hesitation if given such an opportunity.

He simply needed to create another opportunity to make it happen.

Meanwhile, Caroline had already begun exploiting the company's loopholes to gradually transfer its assets into her and Noah's names.

After Noah saved her life, she had spent nearly two months getting to know this remarkable young man.

To her, this was a gamble worth staking everything on.

During those two months, Noah also attended a shareholders' meeting at Mar.

The outcome had not been good.

Although the shareholders had spoken fairly normally, Noah was no fool. Naturally, he could hear the warnings and threats in their words.

That made him abandon his original acquisition plan.

Since it could not be resolved peacefully, he would settle it through force instead.

The next shareholders' meeting would be held a month later. That was the time those shareholders had given him to think things over.

Noah decided to make good use of that time.

For example, by fully developing the T-Virus.

At this point, progress on the T-Virus research had reached 24%.

Although Mar's researchers were only average, they could still handle some of the simpler branches of the research.

This pace was far faster than when he had been researching alone.

Ever since the shareholders' meeting, Toran had kept people watching Noah's movements.

After meeting him, it had not been difficult at all to find out Noah's background.

Once he learned that Noah's family was made up of ordinary people, Toran felt much more at ease.

And when he found out that Noah spent every day holed up in the laboratory, he laughed endlessly.

He was obviously just an idiot bookworm who only knew how to do research. Someone like that was even easier to deal with than Toran had imagined.

Time passed day by day.

No one cared what he was researching.

Inside a biolab, Noah and several researchers stared excitedly at the culture tank before them.

"Mr. Allen, all indicators are normal. We're going to succeed!"

The researcher who spoke looked at Noah with fanatical excitement.

In just two short months, this young company director had led them to complete a piece of research capable of shocking the entire world.

Noah wore a smile.

"Go. Prepare for testing."

Inside the culture dish before them was a large, hairless dog.

Anyone who had seen Resident Evil would immediately recognize it—this was a Zombie Dog!

The only difference was that the Zombie Dog before them had been modified by their own hands.

Though its fur could no longer grow, its body bore none of the usual damage.

Other than that, all its traits remained intact, including the T-Virus's most terrifying infectiousness.

Watching the researchers' excited expressions, Noah issued a modification command through the system.

"Command accepted.

Modification lifeform: Modifying a Level 1 Zombie Dog requires 1 unit of energy.

Required modification time: 3 minutes. Required materials: canine lifeform, T-Virus...

Modification quantity: 10

Modification commencing."

Half an hour later, Noah looked at the ten Zombie Dogs before him, the smile on his face widening without end.

The Zombie Dogs modified in the laboratory naturally required far less energy than those made by the system.

But only Zombie Dogs produced directly by the system could truly put him at ease.

Of course, Noah's goal was not limited to these ten Zombie Dogs.

Before long, the laboratory also began taking action.

More than a hundred Zombie Dogs had entered the modification process.

Zombie Dogs themselves could not be controlled.

But this world had plenty of things capable of controlling them.

Though Mar did not have any yet, Noah still had the laboratory purchase a batch.

As for whether these researchers would leak the information, Noah was not particularly worried.

Everyone now knew that the board intended to package up the company and sell it off.

Even though they would be doing the same work somewhere else, who knew whether the new boss would still want them?

After all, they had never produced any particularly valuable research.

Yet in this young major shareholder, they saw hope.

Not only hope that the company would survive, but hope that they would be able to delve into deeper levels of research.

More often than not, scientists were much simpler than other people.

Scientific research was the goal they had pursued their entire lives.

So although Noah had not been with the company for long, both the researchers and the company president had already formed direct ties of interest with him.

Once he completely secured those shares, he would be able to take full control of the company.

And as it happened, the shareholders' meeting was about to begin as well.