Manhattan, Long Island suburbs.
The magnificent complex standing in the night looked like steel giants holding up the sky, impossible not to admire.
Even from a great distance, one could see the enormous billboard hanging atop the building, flashing with brilliant lights.
That red-and-white umbrella logo had long become a symbol of cutting-edge technology, regarded as the cradle of humanity's future.
The various genetic drugs alone—cutting-edge medicines that delayed aging, enhanced physical fitness, and cured numerous illnesses—had made Umbrella famous across the world and firmly established it as the leader in medical biotechnology.
Then came core technologies such as energy weapons and the Artificial Sun, bringing the research institution ample funding and making Umbrella's expansion increasingly steady.
In just a few short years, this newly risen research institution had left those old, state-backed organizations far behind. What had once been a dazzling rising star had become a celestial body no one could ignore in the blink of an eye.
When Tony Stark entered the spire-like main building, he drew plenty of attention. As a star figure in mainstream academia, he had never been someone people could overlook or forget.
Moreover, Stark Industries had a close relationship with Umbrella. Aside from Tony's friendship with Sean, the two sides had also enjoyed a highly successful collaboration on new energy projects.
"Please tell me, when Sean isn't around, who usually takes charge at Umbrella?"
Tony removed his sunglasses and leaned casually against the reception desk, asking in an urgent tone.
If this had been before he turned over a new leaf, he might have been in the mood to tease the pretty receptionist and cultivate a more intimate personal friendship.
But this was clearly not the right time, and Tony had reformed years ago. He had gone from drifting through a sea of