From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

"Business? I don't need any more salesmen," Norman Osborn sneered. "What makes you think you're special? Who opened the door for you?"

Wesker's facial muscles seemed frozen; Norman Osborn hadn't seen the slightest change in his expression since he entered.

"That lady didn't want to open the door, which, to put it bluntly, was impolite, so I came in myself." Wesker's tone was flat, carrying a contempt that made Norman Osborn extremely uncomfortable. "Could you put the gun down? I hate having a gun pointed at me."

"Fuck you!" Norman Osborn pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet went straight for Wesker.

Wesker dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the bullet aimed at his chest.

"Watfar!" Norman Osborn's eyes widened. "He dodged it?"

Wesker adjusted his glasses and straightened his hair. "Looks like you're not too happy with how I proposed the collaboration. Fifteen seconds. I'll give you fifteen seconds to fire all your bullets, then we can have a proper talk."

Norman Osborn frowned. "Are you kidding me!"

The straight-line distance between the two was only fifteen meters. Even someone who had just started using a pistol could occasionally hit the target at that distance.

Not to mention Norman Osborn, who frequently interacted with the military and went target practice together!

"Bang bang bang!"

Bullets were fired in rapid succession, each aimed at Wesker's vital organs.

However, Wesker remained calm and precisely dodged each attack without making any unnecessary movements.

If fixing one's hair and sunglasses during a break in Norman Osborne's routine isn't considered superfluous, then...

"click"

The sound of the pistol's slide locking up was heard; the magazine was empty.

Norman Osborne's forehead was glistening with sweat, large beads of perspiration dripping down.

His eyes widened, and he exclaimed in a trembling voice, "How is this possible?"

How could anyone possibly dodge all the bullets head-on?

"Who exactly are you?" Norman Osborn wanted to ask again, but Wesker, who had appeared in front of him at some point, grabbed him by the collar.

"Your fifteen seconds are up. Now it's my turn. Let's discuss the plan for Umbrella Corporation to acquire Osborn Industries."

"Fuck you! Osborn Industries is the culmination of my life's work, and I will never hand it over to you!" Norman Osborn shouted.

Wesker, carrying Norman Osborne, walked unhurriedly to the window. "Mr. Osborne," he said, "I'm not trying to bargain with you." Suddenly, Wesker changed the subject, "How are your son Harry Osborne's grades? I heard he only has one good friend named Peter Parker."

"you……"

Osborne was slammed heavily onto the desk by Wesker, the intense pain preventing him from speaking coherently.

"This isn't about bargaining. After acquiring Osborne Industries, we can resolve the board's problems and the military order issues. We need the military orders, and you need a treatment for the genetic disease 'retroviral hyperplasia'."

Wesker abandoned Norman Osborn, crouched down, pulled down his sunglasses, and revealed scarlet eyes that gleamed red, like a beast in the darkness.

Norman Osborn propped himself up, trembling under Wesker's astonishing performance.

Wesker surpassed him in strength, intelligence, and even ruthless methods, but when he saw Wesker's eyes, he realized what Wesker had done.

This previously unheard-of company is also researching super soldier serum!

"I promise you!" Norman Osborn grabbed Wesker's trouser leg. "But why should I believe you can cure my illness?"

Wesker pulled out a glass bottle containing a double-helix structure: "You'll find out soon enough."

The syringe plunged deep into Norman Osborne's neck, leaving a scar resembling a plum blossom.

The virus immediately flooded into Norman Osborn's body.

The T-virus Wesker used was not the kind of T-virus depicted in the movies, which had an astonishingly high infection rate and could even alter the Earth's climate.

Instead, it's the gentler T-virus in the game, which can treat diseases and is less dangerous.

Sure enough, after being injected with the T-virus, Norman Osborn immediately felt his body, which had been weakening due to the "retrovirus," recover.

"What is this?" Norman Osborn exclaimed in surprise.

"Sign this and you'll find out." Wesker pulled out a stack of books to be purchased together.

Norman Osborn took the pen from his breast pocket, signed his name, and looked up at Wesker: "You know I don't own a large stake in this company, even though I built it from scratch. Those bastards on the board could easily have blocked the acquisition, you understand?"

"This is the problem we need to solve," Wesker said calmly. "Show him."

This statement was not made to Norman Osborne, but to someone else.

As to whom he spoke, it was no longer important when Norman Osborne saw a member of the board scream past the window.

"They may struggle, they may resist, but in the end they will all agree to my terms." Wesker extended his hand to Norman Osborn. "Then welcome to Umbrella."

Norman Osborne ended his meeting with Wesker in a daze.

He has now gone from chairman of Osborn Industries to CEO of Umbrella Corporation.

"So they're after the contracts Osborn Industries has with the military, which is why they're forcibly acquiring us?"

Recalling Wesker's amazing performance, doesn't this mean that the other side has already produced a serum comparable to that of a super soldier?

No, Captain America needs to use a shield to block bullets, but he doesn't.

However, thinking about the board members who were dealt with by Wesker, Norman Osborne felt less worried and even more relaxed and happy.

The swarm of flies that only ate carrion finally fell silent.

"Now let's think about how to get the second dose of the medicine from Wesker to cure Harry's illness."

SHIELD.

After the decisive battle atop Osborne Tower, Nick Fury remained at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

It's hard to say what the future holds. Although we have Captain Marvel as a trump card, a trump card that can be used easily is no longer a trump card.

We need to improve S.H.I.E.L.D.'s combat capabilities as soon as possible in order to deal with the various monsters that will descend upon Earth in the future!

"How is it?" Nick Fury looked at Singed beside him, and he was becoming more and more satisfied with Singed.

In the previous disaster, Singed was Nick Fury's only gain, but the impact he had was enormous.

Singed has now become the principal investigator for S.H.I.E.L.D.

"A prototype of the energy weapon based on the Space Cube has been built, but reverse engineering of the Super Soldier Serum is still underway," Singed replied calmly. "That's more troublesome."

"Do we have enough samples?"

"That's enough. We've extracted hair, blood, skin tissue, muscle fibers, bodily fluids, and feces from Captain America."

"He wasn't hurt, was he?" Nick Fury asked in a deep voice.

"All extractions were very safe, and the harm done to him was far from significant."

"Very good," Nick Fury nodded, "Now it's time to 'revive' him."