The Real Deal

A bioweapon crisis suddenly erupted in Hell's Kitchen, and the various livestreams across the Anthony smartphone network instantly drew attention from around the world.

A sudden bioweapon crisis like this could be called a catastrophe wherever it happened.

As videos focusing on individual victims gradually appeared, empathy and fear began to spread across the globe.

When the livestreams first started, Umbrella Corporation's various stakeholders were already getting worked up.

"Why is their phone network so widespread?"

"Damn it, Stark Industries is playing dirty!"

"I knew there was a catch to that $199 price!"

"We have to stop him..."

As far as Umbrella was concerned, the fate of a dump like Hell's Kitchen had no effect on them whatsoever. They could even use the bad news to make another killing on the Nasdaq.

To them, good news or bad, either could be exploited.

In the end, even if they wiped out all of Hell's Kitchen, they wouldn't have the slightest qualm.

And the people of Hell's Kitchen?

Just a bunch of scumbags and numbers. No big deal!

All they needed to consider was the cleanup and the lobbying.

That wasn't difficult at all.

They had even started preparing to turn the tables and pin the blame on Stark Industries again.

They constantly slandered their competitors by claiming they threatened their security precisely because they did the same thing themselves.

When they started shouting that you had committed some crime, it usually meant they had done it first.

But just as they were discussing things among themselves and preparing to use every means at their disposal, something extraordinary appeared in the Iron Man livestream they had been following.

A figure in a white robe, radiating holy light. His features were impossible to make out, yet he seemed incomparably sacred.

Every gesture carried