T-Virus Serum

"Knock-knock!"

Halsey tapped Thor's Hammer's chestplate with her finger, then turned to William, crossing her arms and smirking wickedly, "Well, as you can see, your five billion is all here."

?!

William, who had been keenly observing Herendine, felt his legs go weak and nearly stumbled when Halsey said she'd spent all the money.

Money.

He had said it wasn't a problem.

Umbrella's quarterly earnings had long surpassed double-digit billions.

But even that couldn't withstand this kind of spending...

Five billion for just two helmets?

Then the completed versions of Thor's Hammer and Herendine would be worth an entire fleet plus two aircraft carriers!

This spendthrift woman!

Holy crap...

Thinking about it, William's eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, and he slowly brought his hands to his head, scratching it furiously.

"Haha~"

Seeing William's face cycle through red and white, Halsey wore a triumphant smile, patting her stomach as she said, "Alright, Boss, I'm not teasing you anymore, or I'll laugh myself to death. Actually~ The estimated cost for Thor's Hammer was around seven to ten billion, and Herendine's was even higher, possibly ten times that. These two before you are the final forms. After all, we conducted many experiments, like with new materials, system development, neural responses, etc., so the expenses were bound to be a bit higher. It's only a few billion, though."

"You..."

After hearing the explanation, William finally stopped thinking about how to rapidly expand revenue and looked at her with a hint of complaint. But he couldn't do anything about it.

He took a moment to calm his heart, which had just felt like it went bungee jumping, and gradually regained his composure. He looked at Halsey and said calmly, "The remaining money, did your Hive use it all to create the AAES?"

"Yes and no."

Halsey walked around William with her hands behind her back, saying, "Containment Objects are categorized into four levels, and Mr. 049 is classified as Euclid. Even without the AAES-equipped grunts, Mr. 049 can still be contained. What about Keter or Exafanistei? That's right, that requires my Spartans to handle. Although not long ago, the Captain dispatched the USS to swap out those children, and the Spartan Program is underway. However... Sparta needs time."

At this point.

Halsey walked right up to William, stood on her tiptoes, and looked closely at her boss, saying in a deep voice, "What if a Keter or Exafanistei appears during this time, and there are no Super Soldiers to contain it?"

William pondered for a moment, "You mean... you've developed some kind of low-budget Super Soldier?"

"Correct~" Halsey's usual demeanor returned, and she beckoned with a finger, "Come with me, I'll show you the 'Super Soldier'."

"Alright."

William was long accustomed to Halsey's somewhat eccentric nature. He shrugged and followed her.

As they entered the corridor, after just a few steps, they arrived in the adjacent room.

"Swish--"

As the automatic door closed, William felt a cool breeze; the air conditioning temperature here must have been low.

Dim red lighting allowed him to see only five 'human' figures arranged in the center of the room.

"Click--!"

Halsey, standing behind William, smiled. She reached out and pressed the light switch next to the door, turning on the incandescent lights to reveal what these Super Soldiers truly were.

It turned out the five suits weren't for Super Soldiers at all, but rather power armor resembling that of Dark Knights.

William walked closer to observe.

He noticed they were composed of numerous blocky plates, with no discernible gaps in the faceplate or helmet. The hood resembled the USS's optical camouflage suit.

Upon closer inspection.

He could see a transparent, tubular network between the armor's seams, filled with a pale green liquid.

At this point, Halsey no longer played coy. She walked to the suit in the very center and said to William:

"Boss, just as I promised, I've upgraded the individual combat systems for both the UBCS and USS.

Each suit costs twenty-two million, and their performance perfectly meets the requirements of the UBCS special detachments.

With the Armory and The Hive working together, our monthly output is around fifty suits.

It's slow, but much faster compared to Thor's Hammer and Herendine."

"So..." William stroked one of the 'Dark Knight' armors.

It felt cool and refreshing.

He then looked at Halsey and asked, "The remaining money, is it all tied up in these five suits?"

"No," Halsey continued.

"The majority of your fifty billion was used to develop Herendine and Thor's Hammer, as well as experiments with the fusion reactor, and so on.

And I haven't even used all of that money yet.

But these five suits are a type of Biochemical Power Armor that I've been developing since The Hive was first completed."

"Biochemical Power Armor?" William had never heard of it before.

"Don't touch it anymore."

Halsey flicked William's disobedient hand before explaining, "The T-Virus's most successful product is Tyrant T-103.

They possess extreme burst power and endurance, can follow simple commands, and have the advantage of absolute obedience.

But their drawbacks are also very obvious; without the support of other soldiers, they'll be surrounded and attacked like fools.

They're just cannon fodder.

However.

In one experiment, I tried to solidify a Tyrant's blood, separating out the serum after removing fibrin and clotting factors...

It actually allowed physically strong individuals to rapidly and safely secrete adrenaline continuously, while also enhancing brain activity and reaction speed.

It can even rapidly heal wounds, pushing them infinitely close to human limits.

In other words, that Marvel superhero you acquired, what was its name..."

"Captain America," William finished her sentence.

"Right~!"

Halsey stood on her tiptoes again, reaching out to poke William's right cheek, smiling with narrowed eyes. "Good boss."

"Stop messing around and tell me more about this Biochemical Power Armor," William said with a helpless smile.

"Mhm~" Halsey nodded her chin and continued.

"Each Tyrant T-103 can only yield one hundred milliliters of T-Virus Serum.

And each suit of Biochemical Power Armor requires four thousand milliliters to maintain the human limits I mentioned earlier for extended periods.

Even without the T-Virus Serum, it's still a very good power armor.

It possesses a more advanced mechanical skeleton than the AAES, large areas of titanium alloy plating, optical camouflage, and other functions.

This is what the USS's 'individual combat system' should be."

"This..."

After hearing Halsey's explanation, William could only think that Halsey was truly 'insane'.

Only one hundred milliliters from each Tyrant?

So, one suit of Biochemical Power Armor would require forty Tyrants to fill with serum, and they could only be used for combat.

This meant that if the USS wore the Biochemical Power Armor on a few missions, it would consume forty Tyrants.

Suddenly, he felt...

Halsey was the real 'anomaly' in this world.