Long Island, New York. The spired building was brightly lit, its enormous red-and-white umbrella logo gleaming atop the structure and radiating a brilliant glow.
Sean remained in the Hive Building as Dr. Connors carefully lifted a vial of Progenitor Virus from the workbench. His lips parted slightly, and his eyes were filled with intoxicated fascination, as though the liquid flowing through the glass tube were a magnificent world-famous symphony that deeply shook him to his core.
Dr. Maya Hansen, meanwhile, was conducting a comprehensive physical examination on Yoshimura Eto, the world's only aberrant ghoul. Compared with the Progenitor Virus, she paid far more attention to the delicate, petite Yoshimura Eto. That was probably the difference between men and women.
As for the Eihman Metal seized from Ichiro Yashida, Sean gave it to Ivan Vanko. He believed the big Russian would like the gift very much. After all, even a wealthy man like Tony Stark used gold-titanium alloy in his Mark series armor—though that was undoubtedly related to the astonishing destruction rate of his Iron Armor and its frequent upgrades.
"Looks like I have a new subject again?"
Dr. Connors let out a long breath. Since completing his research into limb regeneration, he had been searching for a new direction.
The complexity of the Progenitor Virus itself, along with the diversity it gave rise to, posed quite a challenge for Connors. The cross-genetic-field technology of limb regeneration had been his lifelong ultimate dream, the pursuit into which he had poured his heart and soul. Now that the greatest expectation of his life had been fulfilled, he inevitably felt somewhat empty. Naturally, he needed to find a new project.
"Umbrella is already at the forefront of the world in biological modification. Next, I hope we can fill the gap in genetic engineering."