"The sun is slightly dazzling, the pupils continue to dilate and contract, and it takes some time to adapt.
Kurumi, dressed in pyjamas, got out of bed, stretched lazily, and the voice of Kurumi also came from the "special button" on her clothes.
"Master, good morning."
"Meow~ Good morning."
"Master, I suggest you get dressed quickly. General Brooks will take you to watch the military experiments today."
Her wine-red eyes blinked, and she recalled the words the old man had told her three days ago.
"Is it Stark's new missile?"
"Yes."
Kurumi took out her clothes leisurely, "It seems that he still has to go through the Ghost Gate."
"It might change."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Red Queen's voice sounded a bit helpless, "Master, did you forget?"
Kurumi looked puzzled, "What did I forget?"
If Red Queen's projection were here, she would definitely make a gesture of "speechless and looking at the sky".
"The reconstruction plan of the Stark Tower, the chief engineer is Tony Stark. To rebuild his beloved tower, he delayed the new weapons ordered by the military for a long time."
"It's likely to be in danger again. Terrorists won't miss any good opportunity." Kurumi slowly removed her pyjamas, revealing her fair, delicate skin like white jade.
"Yes, Master. The probability is high. Stark is still likely to be attacked and kidnapped."
Her wine-red eyes narrowed slightly with a smile. She lifted the stockings and pulled them up on her legs.
"So you're going to sell off Stark Industries' stocks?"
"Not yet. After the Jericho missile experiment, when the news comes, Stark Industries' stocks will rise again, which will be the best time to sell and buy Hammer Industries."
"Yes, yes, yes." Kurumi rolled her eyes, a bit charming in her own way, "You have the most ideas."
"Hehehe. Umbrella has already started in full swing. It's time to inject a lot of capital. If we don't act now, when will we?"
"Well, then stir up the internet."
A black collar was put around Kurumi's neck, and a black rope hung from it, connecting the warm bead in the middle of her shoulder blades.
Unfortunately, the fair skin had already been wrapped in a black dress, and only a trace of it was exposed on her neck. Only her tiny hands and half of her exquisite face remained visible.
After a while, Kurumi received a notification from a soldier and, along with General Brooks, boarded a plane to the experimental site.
...
"Kurumi... is it okay if I call you that? Your identity is quite special now. It's good to interact with more people while I..."
On the plane, Brooks once again explained the current situation to Kurumi. He seemed not to view Kurumi as a girl at all.
His voice was still strong, but his body had long been riddled with wounds. After years of battles, the hidden injuries were too numerous to count.
Brooks surviving up until now was already a miracle.
Perhaps, if Kurumi wasn't that needy girl but a boy... she might have already been enrolled in a military school by Brooks.
He had offended countless people, and Kurumi, codenamed Survivor No. 3, who had survived the viral disaster, would always have people plotting against her.
Unless the virus could be eradicated entirely, everyone would benefit from it...
But now, it seemed highly unlikely.
Scientists extracted essential parts from the bodies of virus-infected animals, such as tendons and claws, and the materials they created were extraordinary.
When applied in the military, they were even more...
However, these things couldn't be replicated. The virus had gradually lost its activity.
Except for well-preserved blood, other objects, even if touched by ordinary people, posed no significant harm.
If Kurumi knew about this, she would definitely silently complain.
Just the dried blood and a dead wild boar carrying the virus could ravage an estate-style community.
Moreover, the virus was already here. Unless they were completely "eliminated", they would always exist.
Many people had already been infected for a long time, but the dosage was minuscule. Once their immune systems weakened, it would be a disaster.
If they could withstand it at that time, with the improvement of their physical fitness... it would be terrifying.
After all this time, Kurumi had roughly figured out where the virus came from.
...
Umbrella had been completed, and the Stark Tower had also been renovated. Well, it was slightly taller than Umbrella.
Tony Stark was quite proud of this fact but was even prouder of the "artistic" renovation.
Although it looked strange to outsiders, even the media described it as an "emerging abstract artist".
...The tower was indeed a bit strange, but Tony didn't care.
The research on the new missile had been put on the agenda, which made him less fond of the military because... it conflicted with his time for chasing girls!
He had put so much time and effort into renovating the tower, but the result... it was better, not to mention some sad things.
Tony adjusted his suit and got off the plane.
The new weapon Jericho had already been transported far away, only waiting for the personnel to gather.
Tony wasn't worried about this at all. He wasn't even excited. He had experienced such experiments countless times, and the strong sense of novelty would eventually fade away.
As soon as he got off the plane, he saw his old friend and looked surprised as he walked up to the man in military uniform.
He hugged the black man in the military uniform and said, "Oh, I didn't expect you, Rhodey, to join in the fun?"
After they separated, Tony took off his sunglasses and said, "How about it? Let's have a drink together after it's over."
"You mean, you want me to fly back to New York with you for a drink, and then I come back on my own?"
"No, no, no." Tony shrugged, "My private plane will take you back."
"Oh." The black man in the military uniform shook his head, "That's actually a good idea."
"What are we waiting for then? Let's end this damn boring experiment quickly." Tony urged.
Rhodey raised his shoulders, "A big shot from the military also came. We have to go meet him. You see, the one who just landed."
Tony turned to look, slightly stunned. "Heh, important people always make their entrance last. Looks like I should be fashionably late next time."
Rhodey glanced at him, "Unless you don't want those guys to nag at you for half the time."
Tony didn't care, "My weapons will shut them up."
"That's the best."
...Tony chatted with Brooks for a while. Even though he was naturally proud, he almost got a noseful of grey hair from the old man.
The experiment went smoothly. The performance of the new missile Jericho was outstanding and received unanimous praise from everyone. Tony Stark was eager to celebrate with a grand banquet.
"Hey, Miss, won't you join me in the happy Jeep to go back?" Tony invited Kurumi playfully.