Three days later, the investigation of s..l.d. was over, and there was actually nothing to investigate. Vampires are not humans, and they would not leave anything behind when they died.

The ASCHEUN Witch Hunter surveyed the explosion scene, and they could only confirm that a vampire was indeed dead there.

So the Mercury accident was finalized. Now that the vampire war has ended for several years, vampires in the entire North America have been suppressed and cannot raise their heads and can only obey the new alien order. The death of a purely blood vampire is not a big issue worth paying attention to.

"You are free, congratulations."

In an office building in a small valley town in Colorado, Mrs. Larson, sitting in a wheelchair, threw an accident report with the S.H.E.L.D. badge in front of the pale mercury. She said in a gentle tone to the vampire who had been exchanged for the prince at the last moment and thus escaped from death:

"That villain can no longer control you, cute lady, you finally hold your new future with your own hands."

"Who are you?"

Mercury was not happy. Compared with the self who blindly followed others a few years ago, who was big and brainless, Mercury has now learned to think about problems rationally in a long period of imprisonment.

Pain always makes people wise.

She stared at the kind-eyed woman in front of her with her blood-red eyes. She knew that this woman was a powerful spellcaster, and you must be careful when dealing with spellcasters.

So she asked more directly:

"What is your hard work to save me?"

"Well, it's very simple. We have an experiment that requires your cooperation."

Mrs. Larson, the resurrected lady Hydra, smiled and said to Mercury:

"We need a pure blood test product. Don't worry, this test has been conducted many times, and we have collected enough information to ensure that your test is successful."

"You will also get enough revenge for this... As for who we are, haha, our former name has been forgotten."

"You can call us now...protective umbrellas."

"Umbrella?"

Mercury looked at the huge red and white umbrella-shaped pattern on the wall behind Mrs. Larson, and she hesitated for a few seconds, and she said:

"What kind of experiment is required for pure blood clans? Are you humans trying to start studying the secrets of the clans again? IMHO, you can't succeed."

"No, no, no, I have some confidence in us, Miss."

Mrs. Larson pressed the bell on the table, and soon, a handsome young man wearing a black leather jacket, a big golden back and sunglasses walked out of the office. He gently pushed Mrs. Larson's wheelchair like the most qualified assistant.

"Wisker, take us to the experimental zone."

Mrs. Larson gave her assistant a command, then looked back at Mercury, she said:

"Come with me, Miss Mercury, if you need to make a choice, then you have to collect enough information in advance...I will give you this opportunity, please believe us, we have good intentions towards you."

"bona fide?"

Mercury followed Mrs. Larson and the silent Wisk, she whispered:

"Who will have good intentions towards a vampire? Stop kidding, madam."

"All right."

Mrs. Larson was not angry, she said:

"Then you understand that we have a common enemy, Mr. Merlin, a difficult and terrible opponent. If hypocritical goodwill cannot unite you and me, then I believe that common hatred will eventually make us friends."

"This sentence is good, I like it."

Miss Mercury nodded. She no longer refuted, but followed the person in charge and left the office building.

They got into a black business car, and the silent handsome man Wisk was responsible for driving. The man had an unexpected murderous temperament, looking like a warrior ready to attack at any time, but also like a ruthless decision-maker.

"Are you interested in Wisk?"

Mrs. Larson, sitting in the back seat, noticed Mercury's curious gaze, and she smiled and said:

"I advise you not to be too interested in him. Wisk is the best senior staff member of the umbrella, and he is one of our first 13 test subjects. I mean, the only one who survived and gained strength."

"His will, his power, and his wisdom are all what we need. In fact, Wisk is a 'template'. He is the best product of the protective umbrella, the strongest protective force of the new order, and our most perfect treasure."

"Thank you for your praise, madam."

Wisk, who was driving, said in a very calm and magnetic voice:

“It is my honor to serve our cause.”

"Look, he is always so humble, and that's why I like him."

Mrs. Larson smiled and said:

"But Wisk's success only comes from good luck and luck. The dice thrown by the goddess of luck seriously affected our plan progress. We need to absorb more external forces to correct the components of luck. Unfortunately, technology can no longer help us too much. The establishment of the Future Science and Technology Foundation has allowed a large number of outstanding talents to be gathered on our enemies."

"We could only ask for help from ancient magic, and fortunately, we had found the key."

This powerful spellcaster was like an old woman who was drooping. She kindly stretched out her hand and placed it on Miss Mercury's cold fingers, and she said:

"You are the key we need. The ancient blood clan inheritance will inject new vitality into our cause."

"After saying so much, you haven't told me what I need to do?"

Mercury frowned and said:

"I feel more and more that maybe accepting your help is a wrong choice... Is it still time for me to quit now?"

"Haha, look at you little girl, you really know how to tell jokes."

Mrs. Larson looked out the window. The valley town where the Umbrella Company is located is called Raccoon City. It is a very peaceful place. Even if the outside world is almost overwhelmed by the incidents of superheroes and intelligent robots, it is still quiet and isolated from the world.

It's like a paradise.

The car was quiet and Mercury stopped talking. She knew she had no choice. Not to mention how powerful the old witch sitting next to her was, she just said that Wisk was driving...

This guy is dangerous.

Mercury is a vampire, she can feel the flow of vitality, and the Visk ahead of her is obviously abnormal, like a surging and twisted sea, or a rising sun.

From the perspective of vitality alone, this guy is even more comparable to Deadpool Wade, who loves to tell bad jokes and tries to ask her out to do something bad.

He is a product of biological transformation and a monster created by man. Although he still has a human appearance, Mercury doesn't think this guy will be as easy to deal with as ordinary men with white and muscular minds.

The official car drove all the way to the valley outside Raccoon City, and soon they arrived at a research base located in the mountains. The unique logo of the Umbrella Company was printed on the exterior wall of the base, and there were a steady stream of transport vehicles to transport new products here and then sold to all parts of the world.

It looks no different from an ordinary pharmaceutical factory.

"We are a pharmaceutical company and of course we will also conduct some 'legitimate' biological experiments."

Mrs. Larson, sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed into the research building of the base by Wisk. As she advanced, she introduced the mercury beside her:

“Every of our research is officially registered, we pay taxes on time and do charity work, providing thousands of jobs for the city, so the government of Raccoon City likes us very much, and they provide us with a lot of convenience.”

“You seem to have a wide range of business.”

Miss Mercury looked at the samples placed in the hall of the experimental building, those boxes that resemble cosmetics. She turned her head and looked at Mrs. Larson, and she said:

"Even make cosmetics?"

"certainly."

The old lady smiled and introduced:

"The first drug we developed is called adravil, which is an ibuprofen-based analgesic. It is now widely used by the military of 113 countries. That is the first pot of gold we have gained."

"Then there is safsprin, our flagship product, which can be used to treat many common diseases. Many people call it 'pan-alcohol', but in fact it is not omnipotent. If you are seriously ill, I still recommend you go to a regular hospital. And this trauma ointment called aqua  cure has also sold very hotly, and it has made us a lot of profits a year after it was launched."

"Oh, of course, this is because our biggest competitor, Abstergo Pharmaceuticals, was forced to shut down. Although this gave us a chance to rise, it's a pity that some of their drugs are also very good."

Mrs. Larson put down the ointment in her hand with some regret. She picked up the usual milky white cosmetics and said to Mercury:

"This is called regenerate, which makes girls scream because it can maximize the activation of dead skin cells and make you look younger... Of course, I don't expect you to wonder what its raw materials are, but this does not affect girls all over the world buying it and using it."

The lady chuckled and said:

"To be honest, if we weren't for our ambitions, I would have wanted to leave everything behind and run this company well. It has really potential. According to the current development trend, in a few years, I might be on the Forbes rich rankings."

"It sounds really a pity."

Mercury put the free cosmetics into her bag, and she followed Mrs. Larson and Wisk into the elevator, down, she said:

“In this human-dominated world, money can do a lot of things.”

“Yes, money is a good thing.”

Mrs. Larson agreed:

"But for us who are destined to control the world order in the future, what is the amount of money? Setting rules is the most profitable business."

“Make rules?”

Mercury heard the amazing target speak out from Mrs. Larson with a normal expression, as if she was talking about what to eat for the afternoon, which made Mercury feel absurd.

Even though this pharmaceutical company has a big head behind it, even if they are engaged in some experiments that even vampires will find dangerous, they are still just a pharmaceutical company.

"Click"

The elevator door opened a few minutes later. Judging by the speed of the elevator downward, Mercury felt that he had arrived nearly a thousand meters underground.

In front of the elevator is a quiet underground building, like an inverted building, with the artificially simulated light making it look no different from the buildings on the surface.

Mercury followed Mrs. Larson into the building. On both sides of the passage were laboratories with many precision machinery, and there were still many researchers busy inside.
To be continued...