Loki's intrusion caused a burst of panic. Umbrella had a rigorous security system; the moment the Asgardian Prince knocked down two guards and broke into the lobby, Red Queen immediately activated the security alarm.
As a research institution closely partnered with the military, it was only reasonable for it to possess its own private armed force. Fully armed elite soldiers poured in, attempting to restrain this dangerous individual who had rashly invaded Umbrella and assaulted its personnel.
A sharp whistling cut through the air. Arrows tore through the airflow and struck the soldiers precisely in the neck, silently taking their lives. At the same time, a modified and reinforced Paramount Marauder crashed into the lobby, sending the glass curtain wall flying into fragments.
A squad of fierce mercenaries leaped from the vehicle and swiftly brought the chaos under control. Researchers in white uniforms crouched on the floor with their hands over their heads, while Loki, like an aristocratic young master, held a golden scepter and surveyed the trembling, lowly insects with the haughty bearing of one looking down upon all living things.
"You were born to be this way. It is a truth humanity has never dared to expose. The temptation of freedom has robbed you of the joy in your lives. You yearn to be enslaved. You frantically pursue power and status, yet your bones are filled with servility. Sooner or later, you will submit beneath the feet of the strong."
Loki spoke loudly as though delivering a speech, his voice rising and falling with theatrical flair. It was simply his nature. He enjoyed performance and deception, craved vanity and praise, and was completely unlike his brother Thor, who revered courage and strength.
"Would anyone care to tell me which one of you is Mr. Benjamin, the warehouse manager?"