Umbrella Corporation - Prison Level.
Matthew looked at the unconscious Bullseye before him. Without hesitation, he conjured a parasite with the 'Twisted Will' trait and injected it into his body.
Matthew actually had a high opinion of Bullseye.
At the very least, his abilities and track record were impressive.
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For instance, using playing cards to slit an enemy's throat, spitting out his own teeth to penetrate an enemy's skull, or throwing a toothpick to kill someone from ninety meters away...
Though his record didn't include any superheroes yet,
Matthew believed that with proper training and some specialized weaponry, Bullseye could definitely become another Hawkeye of the Marvel Universe.
'So... am I currently assembling a knock-off "Avengers"?'
Thinking of this, Matthew chuckled to himself.
Now that he had a knock-off Hawkeye, when should he make knock-offs of Black Widow, Captain America, and the rest of the Avengers?
...Wait, it seemed Ada by his side could already be the counterpart to Black Widow.
As for Captain America... an enhanced Hunk should also be able to hold his own.
But compared to Hunk... he felt that Chris, who hadn't joined Umbrella, was the most suitable person for that role.
After all, in this World, Chris is the only one who would think of elbow-striking a ten-plus-ton boulder with a mortal body.
It seemed he still needed to find a way to bring Chris and his group in.
To him, letting talent wander outside was a loss!
However, thinking of the various overpowered beings in the Avengers, Matthew felt that even if he really wanted to piece together a knock-off team, it would take quite some time.
Still, the idea was quite interesting.
If possible, he really could find a way to create a knock-off Avengers in the future.
Clap, clap—
Matthew looked at Bullseye, who had finished convulsing, and lightly patted his face.
Waking from his coma, Bullseye's face initially showed a hint of confusion.
But soon, upon seeing Matthew, the confusion vanished instantly, replaced by an endless fanaticism!
Like a zealot who had been branded with a mental seal...
"Master!"
He rolled over and knelt, kissing the tip of Matthew's shoe like a loyal dog.
This scene made Matthew's scalp tingle with disgust.
But this was exactly the effect he wanted.
Loyalty, fanaticism, and absolute obedience.
"How do you feel?" Matthew asked.
Upon hearing this, the fanaticism on Bullseye's face grew even more intense: "Master... I feel better than I ever have before!"
"Thank you for the gift, Master!"
"Just call me Boss."
"As you wish, Boss!"
...
Bullseye's addition caused no ripples.
At Matthew's signal, Bullseye changed his appearance and took on a new face.
No one even knew that within Umbrella, there was now a man named Lester.
The next day.
News of an unidentified person breaking into the Fisk Tower was spreading like wildfire in New York.
However, Kingpin, the owner of the property, soon gave an explanation.
He claimed it was nothing more than a prank from a friend and that no one was harmed during the incident.
As for Marina, who had called the Police, he had already fired her on the pretext of her stepping into the company with her left foot first.
Although Kingpin was a famous philanthropist in New York on the surface, and nothing would happen even if Marina reported it, an underworld emperor hated the Police most of all.
So, he felt there was absolutely nothing wrong with firing Marina.
Marina: Who says no one was harmed! I was! I was!!
With Kingpin becoming one of Matthew's hidden pawns, Matthew's grand design began to unfold.
Inside the office.
Matthew watched the news about the rebound of Osborn Enterprise's stock, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
Osborn Enterprise's stock is rebounding... in that case, the Green Goblin should have been born.
Although Osborn Enterprise in this World was slightly inferior compared to Stark Industries, Matthew still thought the 'Human Enhancement Formula' developed by Osborn Enterprise was quite good.
If the side effects could be eliminated, it would be possible to mass-produce enhanced soldiers.
Not only that, Matthew also had his eye on the goblin glider.
Such lightweight, fast, and mass-producible individual combat equipment was rare.
Especially since the goblin glider could supplement the flight capability and mobility that individual soldiers lacked most...
If possible, he planned to bring the Green Goblin under his wing next.
Thinking of this, Matthew's eyes shifted slightly.
He took a superior Plaga strain from the cryogenic freezer, and after modifying it with the system, he summoned Bullseye.
...
...
Oscorp, Conference Room.
Norman Osborn, sitting at the head of the table, was currently announcing the good news of the company's rising stock price to a group of shareholders with an excited face.
Compared to Norman Osborn's excitement, the other shareholders seemed quite disinterested.
Some shareholders had even started doodling in the notebooks at their hands.
Clearly, they weren't taking what he just said seriously.
It wasn't until Osborn finished announcing the good news that the other directors slowly raised their heads.
The cold lights shone in the conference room, making the atmosphere seem icy and rigid; only Osborn was still in the heat of his excitement.
"What's wrong? Aren't you all happy?"
"Our stock price just surpassed our arch-rival's..."
Osborn looked at the many directors in confusion.
Facing Osborn's gaze, the directors looked away one after another, clearly hiding something from him.
"Everyone? What is it?"
"You should be happy today, right?"
Osborn asked, but no one responded.
It wasn't until one of them, a man with white hair and gold-rimmed glasses, spoke that the awkward atmosphere was broken.
"Norman, after deliberation, we have decided to sell the company while the stock price is at its peak."
His words caused the smile on Norman Osborn's face to freeze.
"What?" Osborn looked at the man with a serious expression: "Henry, are you joking with me?"
"Today isn't April Fool's Day."
"It's no joke," Henry looked at Osborn solemnly.
"..."
The room fell into a brief silence.
Osborn stared straight at Henry, his face becoming exceptionally ugly: "Why wasn't I informed in advance?"
Facing Osborn's questioning, Henry said without changing his expression: "I'm sorry, Norman, but the other party didn't want to cause a power struggle in management, as that would affect the price of the sale."
"If you had been present, the deal could never have happened."
"So... I'm sorry."
Despite saying so, there was no emotion on Henry's face; he even picked up his teacup and took a sip.
After doing so, Henry put down the teacup, cleared his throat, and said in a very formal tone: "The board will sign your resignation within thirty days."
"You will need to sign for it personally then."
Facing the cold words of his former partners, Osborn could barely stand steady.
"You can't do this!" He gritted his teeth and looked at everyone present.
"I founded this company! Do you know how much I sacrificed for it?!" He almost roared the last sentence.
To them, however, such words were merely a display of incompetence.
Henry looked at Osborn, who looked like he wanted to devour him, his gaze remaining calm.
He spoke with a hint of mockery in his calmness: "You're out, Norman."
Buzz—
A surge of rage rushed to his head!
Just when everyone thought Norman Osborn would do something crazy, he smiled with unusual coldness.
"Is that so?"
"Then we'll just have to wait and see..."