Left Eye

"When Davis opened his eyes again and saw the light, he had already been 'invited' to the underground base.

In fact, Davis had indeed decrypted the virus, but the funny thing was, the computer that cracked the virus had been online all along...

Following the principle of not letting anything slip, Davis appeared here.

When the staff here and the emblem on their left chests reflected in his eyes, Davis belatedly realised, 'Umbrella?'

The beauty guiding the way in front suddenly stopped, and Davis nearly bumped into her.

"Actually," the beauty extended her hand and tapped on that emblem, "I prefer to call it 'Umbrella.'"

"'Umbrella?'"

"Yes, that's correct."

Davis once again glanced around the entire base hall, mumbling to himself, "That does sound right..."

The internet giants were powerless, and to avoid substantial losses, it was the more giant corporations that surrendered to the 'hackers' first, not the small and medium-sized enterprises.

One by one, the giants spent enormous amounts of money to 'unlock' computers containing crucial information. Although the money flowed like water, it was just a drop in the bucket compared to the losses.

Except for Stark Industries, only a few companies in the United States coincidentally managed to resolve their own viruses. More and more people felt despair. After the giants issued their statements, a small group of people began buying bitcoins.

This also caused the value of Bitcoin to rise again.

This time, the Red Queen refrained from any interference. On this planet, wherever there was interest, capital would always thrive. Capitalists saw the opportunity to make a profit here to offset their losses, so...

The price of Bitcoin soared to over $9,000 at one point. If it weren't for government intervention, the cryptocurrency-dominated means of payment might have collapsed entirely.

Some countries even considered banning the virtual currency 'Bit,' but domestic citizens were still being harassed by the 'Red Clothes,' so effective action was delayed.

No matter how the capitalist bigwigs went crazy, they couldn't outplay the Red Queen. The natural spoils had long been consumed by her, nourishing Umbrella's growth.

And the codenamed 'Left Eye' space-based weapon had already safely entered low Earth orbit under the Red Queen's arrangement.

Apart from the few individuals in the underground base, no one knew that a terrifying weapon had ascended. It hung like the Sword of Damocles over humanity's head, ready to strike a deadly blow at any moment!

The laughable thing was they had no clue.

Whether it was military or Stark Industries' new satellites, none detected this terrifying weapon.

The virtual coating developed by the Red Queen could only be deduced by humans when attacked by the 'Left Eye.' But what use would that be at that time?

...

Umbrella headquarters, the name sounded fancy, but there was no denying it: it was an architectural marvel!

Starting to seal the top, and the reinforced glass had been laid up to the middle floors. The decoration of the ground floor was also mostly complete, and the construction of the underground parking lot was about to finish.

Across from it, Stark Tower... well, how should one put it? It had a rather Tony Stark artistic touch, somewhat 'eccentric' in its construction.

If it weren't for the construction crew coming from China, that group would have fought Tony long ago.

Could humans accomplish a task like this? With extraordinary determination, the Chinese engineering team repeatedly set new records, completing tasks that were deemed impossible by outsiders, truly making their name known.

Compared to Tony Stark's design, the new Stark Tower finally satisfied him. Its appearance was more 'stunning' than Amberella's across the street, and its height slightly exceeded it.

"Clap!"

Tony Stark clapped his hands. "How is it, Jarvis? Isn't it nearly perfect?"

"Yes, sir. Flawless."

Tony nodded, satisfied with Jarvis' words. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's have a celebration tonight."

"Sir, I must remind you..."

"The latest weapons urged by the military, you've delayed for weeks."

"Is that so?" Tony stroked his sexy little beard. "Well, let them wait."

"Oh no, Tony, you can't do that. The military has placed a big order this time. If the weapons impresses them, they will sell like hotcakes."

Tony smirked, his face full of amusement. "Oh, Obadiah, are you also speaking up for those people? Wouldn't it be better to let them wait a little longer?"

Obadiah, a name, looked at him and rubbed his bald head. "I mean, why don't we have a drink tonight before anything else?"

Tony's face lit up with a smile, casually wearing his jacket. "What are we waiting for then?"

Seeing Tony walk ahead, the white-bearded man's expression turned serious, and his pupils showed no emotion. It was chillingly cold!

"Tony, what do you think the weapon you've been researching this time is?"

As the night wind blew and the roar of the racing car echoed through the streets, Tony thoroughly enjoyed the sensation.

"A weapon, you say? This time it should be something like a missile. Have you heard of the parent-child missile concept?"

As he spoke, Tony even made an explanatory gesture with his hands.

This frightened Obadiah to death. Although they were on a 'street,' the other side was a cliff!

"Oh, Tony, I know you're a genius, and the military will certainly favour the new weapon you've developed. But can you please drive properly now?"

"We're going out for drinks, not to the hospital!"

Tony chuckled a couple of times, paying no attention. "Obadiah, you still have your sense of humour."

Seeing Tony's hands returning to the steering wheel, Obadiah finally sighed in relief. But before two or three seconds had passed, he was lifted up again!

"Obadiah, I've recently developed an automatic driving system that uses infrared and distance testing for recognition. It's definitely a seasoned driver! Although it's just a tad worse than me."

Tony turned around, hands resting on the side, paying no attention to the steering wheel. Obadiah could swear to the heavens that, if possible, he would definitely drive next time!

As the supercar sped forward, the night wind rushed in, and Obadiah's voice was tinged with fear. "Tony! If you keep this up, I'll probably be hospitalised tomorrow!"

Tony had to put his hands back on the steering wheel, but just as he saw him hesitate for two seconds, he asked, "Do you have a heart condition?"

Obadiah gave him a sidelong glance, not in a good mood. "I didn't a moment ago, but I do now!"

Tony gave two dry laughs, no longer speaking. With the supercar's speed, they quickly arrived at the location of the celebration party.

And those 'omnipotent' reporters had long been waiting for Tony's arrival at the entrance.

...

Tony was feeling a little dizzy from the drinks. As for what nonsense he had spouted in front of the reporters, he couldn't quite remember. In any case, with Obadiah there, he had no worries.

After refusing a few people, Happy drove him home in the car. It wasn't until the vehicle crashed into a convenience store by the roadside that Tony remembered he hadn't turned off the 'auto-driving' mode.