The Birth of Umbrella

Toran had agreed, so the shareholders who had already been scared pissless naturally nodded without hesitation.

Although he could not control the newly revived zombies, with so many Zombie Dogs present, dealing with them would be no problem.

In the blood-soaked conference room, Noah had Caroline take out a document.

By now, Caroline had also recovered from her shock.

She had originally approached him on her own because she had been amazed by everything her young boss had displayed.

But now, upon seeing this scene, not only was she unafraid, her eyes shone even more brightly.

Toran took the document and glanced at it, his eyes widening.

"That's impossible! Don't even think about getting my shares for one dollar!"

The other shareholders' expressions changed drastically as well. They picked up their own contracts and, sure enough, each listed the absurd price of one dollar.

"Is that so?"

Noah's expression did not change. The Zombie Dogs around them merely moved closer.

Toran fell silent for only a moment before decisively signing his name on the contract.

"Happy now?"

Noah smiled faintly.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Toran said nothing, only shooting Noah a resentful glare.

Noah did not care. With a wave of his hand, the Zombie Dogs parted on their own, opening a path.

If this had been an uninhabited wilderness where no one knew what happened, he would not have minded killing everyone present.

But not here. This was Mar Company's conference room. Even if he could fabricate some evidence, if every director who had attended the meeting died, the target would be far too obvious.

Since he could not hide it anyway, there was no need to bother.

The rules of this world were fists and evidence.

Now that he had the fists, as long as the police could not get solid evidence against him, no one could do anything to him, even if the situation looked somewhat absurd.

That was why he had acted without fear and dared to buy the shares for one dollar.

As for what came next, if anyone wanted revenge, they were welcome to try!

Toran cautiously left with the remaining two gunmen. Seeing that even Toran had accepted defeat, the others could only sign their names one by one with pinched noses.

Mar had changed!

"Boss, Mar Group is already ours. What do you plan to do next?"

Caroline looked at Noah with her beautiful eyes. Her slender figure made even Noah feel a little dry-mouthed.

"I'm a proper researcher. Now that we have the company, the next step is naturally to focus on research and strive to benefit the world.

"Besides, don't let the T-Virus's apparent danger fool you. This is the God Gene. Once we achieve results, even cancer will be powerless before it."

Caroline rolled her eyes.

A proper researcher?

Who would believe that after he had just caused so much bloodshed?

Still, Noah's latter words caught her attention.

Cancer could be cured?

She knew perfectly well what that represented.

Countless people in this world suffered from cancer. And if it could cure cancer, was it possible that it could also work on other illnesses?

Just thinking about it, she knew it represented endless wealth.

No woman could resist a young, handsome, wealthy, brilliant man who was also decisive and ruthless.

So Caroline felt herself grow wet.

Resting both hands on Noah's shoulders, her body softening slightly, she whispered, "Then, Boss, should we continue with Anobella?"

At the mention of business, Noah's expression turned serious.

"Of course we should continue. Besides, don't you think Anobella and Umbrella make a fitting pair of names?"

The corner of Noah's lips curled up.

Umbrella—it suited his research abilities perfectly.

Caroline glanced at Noah's expression, her heart trembling.

What kind of researcher was he? But... she liked him.

With the contracts in hand, the share transfer went smoothly.

Before long, the entire Mar Company was under Noah's name.

Moreover, under Noah's control, Mar's latest condition had not been disclosed.

This way, he had spent only a small price to buy back the shares that had slipped away.

Although some scattered shares remained, they were no longer significant.

Only then did the Mar Group release this new information.

The chairman of the Mar Group had been replaced, and the new chairman held absolute controlling interest.

At the same time, the group had been renamed Umbrella!

Anyone with even a little insight knew that the Mar Group had undergone a complete change.

Some people wanted to snap up the scattered shares still outside, but anyone could tell that Noah had not taken them back before, much less now.

And just as he had told Caroline, Noah once again threw himself headfirst into research.

The initial emergence of the Zombie Dogs, as well as the control they displayed, meant that this technology had begun to take shape.

But the biggest problem had yet to be solved: the T-Virus's transmissibility.

As long as this issue remained unresolved, his Bio-Warrior plan could only be shelved.

No one would pay for a biological weapon with such uncontrollable risks.

So his primary research direction now was solving its infectiousness.

Whenever this happened, he regretted the lack of assistants.

Although the company had researchers as well, these mediocre researchers could not be relied upon for much beyond basic research.

It was not that they were not diligent; they were simply limited by their talent.

In research, talent was far more important than hard work.

Thinking of this, he could not help considering whether there were any genius researchers he could poach.

But after thinking for a while, he could only let the thought go.

Umbrella's financial strength was still limited. Researchers with even a bit of reputation probably would not consider them.

It was not as if there were no options, though—for example, Maya Hansen.

Judging by the timing, she should still be in that difficult period when no one was funding her.

But finding her would clearly not be so easy.

Reality was not a game. Even though he had taken control of Umbrella, it would still take quite some time before he could truly make the company his own.

So, he would just keep going it alone.

Noah sighed.

If he wanted to survive in this crisis-ridden Marvel world, he still had a long way to go.

Especially when he thought of Thanos's snap.

The urgency in his heart rose considerably.

Though there was still plenty of time, he could not entrust his own fate and his family's fate to a storyline he did not even know still existed, along with fifty-percent luck.

And if he wanted to break free from the shackles of fate, he had only one choice.

Research!

The replacement of the Mar Group's upper management had caused some ripples, but within a few days, it had become old news.

For one thing, the Mar Group had been a company on the verge of bankruptcy to begin with.

For another, aside from celebrities, the headlines in this world most often went to playboy Tony Stark.

A small group like Mar would not attract much attention even if it really went bankrupt.

The peaceful days did not last long.

Noah soon noticed unfamiliar figures appearing near his home.

This was within his expectations.

For safety's sake, he had already sent Billd and the other person out of New York several days ago.

Next, he only needed to see who wanted to make a move against him.

Was it Toran, unwilling to accept what had happened?

Or the gangs whose interests had been harmed...

Or perhaps... S.H.I.E.L.D. had simply sent someone.

That was not impossible.

There might have been nothing legally wrong with the Umbrella matter.

But anyone with eyes could see that what lay behind it was far from simple.