Biohazard

Three days later.

Kyushu Island, Japan~

As September begins, the weather starts to cool, and thunderstorms become more frequent.

"Boom..."

A flash of lightning illuminates an abandoned warehouse located a dozen kilometers outside Nagasaki City.

Inside the warehouse, a dozen or so people in tattered clothes are huddled together for warmth.

"Damn this rain. When will it end?"

The man complaining is in his twenties. His hair is messy, as if it hasn't been washed in a long time, and his clothes are ragged, with several holes that let in the cold. Through the torn sleeves, needle marks are visible on his arm.

A nearby man, even more disheveled, couldn't help but say, "Rain is better than a typhoon. If this keeps up, I don't know how we'll get through it."

Other vagrants around them start to chime in.

"Yeah, this weather, it's either a typhoon or rain."

"If a typhoon comes, this place probably won't hold up for long."

"Should we reinforce this place?"

"Are you going to fix it?"

"Forget it, then."

The reason they became vagrants is naturally due to their laziness. After all, Japan has the third-largest economy in the world; anyone willing to work hard wouldn't end up on the streets.

Of course, some might become vagrants after bankruptcy, but these men certainly aren't those people.

"Whirrr..."

At this moment, the sound of an airplane passing overhead can be heard.

"Those white pigs are flying their planes again."

"These planes are flying back and forth every day, so noisy."

"Why are the fighter jets from the Sasebo Fleet Base nearby flying so frequently these days?"

"I heard it's because things have been quite active over in China lately."

After chatting for a while, the group returns to their previous topic.

The man who first complained now has a cold glint in his eyes. "If worse comes to worst, we can always find a kind person to take us in for the night."

His suggestion is immediately met with approval from most of the group.

"Staying over sounds like a good idea."

"But be careful this time; last time, we almost got caught."

"This time, we should pick a place where there are more women."

"Haha..."

As they laugh and joke, there's a sudden knock on the door.

"Knock, knock..."

The room falls silent.

"Who is it?"

"Got goods to sell."

Upon hearing this, their faces light up with greed, and they quickly rush to the door. When they open the door, they see a man in a trench coat standing outside.

"Haven't seen you in a while. Got anything good today?"

"Yeah, show us what you've got."

"But just so you know, it better be cheap and pure."

"Yeah, don't rip us off; there are a lot of us here."

The trench-coated man smiles slightly and opens his coat, revealing bottles filled with green liquid inside.

"This is a new high-purity product. Since the boss wants to open up the market, I'm giving it to you at the lowest price—1,000 yen per vial."

Hearing the price, the group gets excited but also looks suspicious. After all, 1,000 yen is about six dollars, an unbelievably cheap price.

"1,000? Are you sure this stuff works?"

"Yeah, don't give us any bad stuff!"

"If it's not pure, we don't want it."

"And the color looks kind of off."

Faced with their skepticism, the man in the trench coat responds coldly, "I also have stock worth ten thousand. Can you afford that?"

Upon hearing this, the group falls silent.

At this point, a man who is slightly trembling, clearly addicted to drugs, steps forward with money in hand.

"I'll take one."

To them, what is life compared to a good high? After all, if not today, they'll die tomorrow. The important thing is to enjoy life while they can.

A moment later, the man takes the green vial, fills a syringe, and without hesitation, raises his arm.

His arm is already covered with needle marks. After a moment's thought, he lowers his arm and targets his neck instead.

"Ohhh... ahh..."

As the green liquid slowly enters his body, the man moans in pleasure.

Seeing this, the others quickly take out their money.

"Give me one too!"

"I want one!"

"Me first!"

Ten minutes later~

The man in the trench coat looks at the group of vagrants lying on the ground, enjoying themselves, and a sinister smile appears on his face.

He then leaves the abandoned warehouse, heading to the next sales point.

"Boom..."

Thunder rumbles through the sky, and the rain pours down even harder.

Half an hour later.

In the brief flashes of lightning, a man is seen opening his blood-red eyes.

"Hungry..."

A low, inhuman growl emanates from his mouth.

.......

The next morning.

Tokyo, in a five-star hotel.~

Tony is woken up by a knock on the door, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Erica."

Hearing the voice, Tony immediately wakes up, "Give me a second."

After changing his clothes, he opens the door.

Outside stands a beautiful woman with long black hair.This time, Erica isn't wearing her mask, revealing her taut face and smooth skin.

Her red, tight-fitting outfit clings to her body, highlighting her curves and long legs. Two ninja daggers are tucked into her waist.

"Mr. Stark, I've brought the information you requested. We're even now."

She sets down the files she was holding and turns to leave.

Watching her walk away, Tony opens the file in his hand and starts reading.

The more he reads, the more his brow furrows. According to the documents, Tokyo's Umbrella Corporation has been selling a lot of items to the Middle East.

The local branch's president, Masanobu Tanigawa, has almost completely stopped taking orders from the United States and has been closely involved with a company called Yashida, even involving the Hand.

The data matches most of what he stole from Umbrella's headquarters, suggesting there is no mistake.

"Masanobu Tanigawa, Yashida Company, the Hand—what's their connection to the Insect Men? Things are getting more complicated."

As he ponders, there's another knock on the door.

"Mr. Stark, there's an emergency. Please open the door."

Tony opens the door to see a frantic Ando Miyun.

"A terrifying virus outbreak has occurred on Kyushu Island. You must return to America immediately."

Tony looks confused. "What's going on?"

"It's a long story. You'd better come with me." She grabs Tony's hand, intending to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Tony breaks free, grabs his Mark V briefcase from the bedside, and follows Miyun downstairs.

"What exactly happened?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Last night, a horrifying virus broke out on Kyushu Island. The infected turn into bloodthirsty monsters, biting anyone they see."

"Those bitten also get infected. Even the U.S. Sasebo Fleet Base on Kyushu Island has fallen. The Japanese government has now sealed off Kyushu Island; no one is allowed in or out."

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