In the rescue camp behind the defense line, Coulson brought out his best coffee to entertain Zhou Yi and his new assistant.
He showed immense enthusiasm for Zhou Yi, but for the new Young Miss assistant, he was extremely wary.
"Young Miss Wang, forgive my directness, but who did you work for before?"
"I generally only work for myself, Mr. Coulson. You know, commercial spies aren't like you people, with a stable source of income," Ada Wong replied with a light laugh to Coulson.
Having been hired by Zhou Yi, she didn't care about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s probing. A reliable backer allowed her to ignore many things, especially the tactics of these official organizations.
"Does she know your identity yet?" Coulson shrugged, turning to Zhou Yi.
"It's not time to tell her yet; she'll know later." Zhou Yi twitched his lips, meeting Coulson's gaze with a strange smile.
Seeing that smile, Ada Wong instinctively sensed something was wrong. She looked at Natasha, who was still holding the Child, and saw a look of pity in her eyes.
Being a Superhero's assistant was no fun. The enemies he faced were often terrifying, to the point that even people like them would be afraid.
Therefore, Ada Wong's future work was bound to be nerve-wracking.
Of course, Natasha wouldn't be kind enough to tell her. She still remembered clearly the two sniper shots she took, and as a petty woman, she wouldn't utter a word until that score was settled.
Zhou Yi and Coulson chatted about the situation in the camp, but in reality, they were concerned about other issues.
Even Natasha was the same; her eyes kept involuntarily glancing at the tent entrance, as if waiting for someone to come in.
Only Ada Wong was indifferent to this; she sat there with her arms crossed and eyes closed, seemingly still pondering the meaning of that smile earlier.
The atmosphere was a bit strange until someone lifted the tent flap and walked in.
When he entered, both Zhou Yi and Coulson stared at him, or rather, at the small vial in his hand.
"Did it succeed?" Coulson had already stood up eagerly.
"Yes, Officer," the man who walked in placed the vial on the table. "The data was very complete; we reverse-engineered the antidote formula based on the data.
And after experiments, it's confirmed to be effective against the t-virus. As long as one hasn't been completely eroded by the t-virus, this antidote will work."
"Effective is good, effective is good!" Coulson rubbed his hands and stood up. "What's the production efficiency like? Besides saving people, can we ensure every one of our Soldiers gets a dose?"
"We're very well prepared. Give me two hours, and I guarantee the mission will be completed!"
"Then you have two hours. In two hours, all planes and special forces will depart to rescue the citizens still trapped in the Sanctuary.
I want you to equip everyone with the antidote, understand?"
"Understood, Officer. In two hours, these agents will appear on the planes on time!" The researcher promised confidently.
"Go do it!"
With a single sentence, Coulson dismissed the researcher, finally letting out a long breath and sitting down. "Now Umbrella will never have a chance to rise again.
It looks like we can celebrate with champagne ahead of schedule."
"The rest is up to you. I'm just waiting for your final blow."
At this point, Zhou Yi also stretched lazily. He had been busy for a while for this place, and now he could finally hand this trouble completely over to S.H.I.E.L.D..
He just needed to sit here and wait for S.H.I.E.L.D. to clear out Umbrella's high-ranking officials, then expose all of Umbrella's actions to the public.
With a city full of people as witnesses, Umbrella would have no chance of survival. Their stock would plummet, and that would be the time for his accumulated funds to show their power.
Ada Wong also smiled at this moment, her eyes narrowing. She had already learned the reason her boss was here.
The mention of nearly a hundred billion in funds instantly made her completely devoted. To be a subordinate, and the closest subordinate, to such a wealthy boss, anyone would smile.
This was a feast where only a great Capitalist could reap the fruits, and only Zhou Yi was able to enter this banquet hall on time.
So, not to mention others, even Coulson, as a friend, was a bit envious.
"Are you really planning to acquire Umbrella completely?" Coulson pulled a chair and sat next to Zhou Yi, a fawning smile on his face.
"Phil, your expression is disgusting." Glancing at Coulson, Zhou Yi shifted his rear away, wanting to get further from this guy.
"What, do you think I'd forgo so much profit and accumulate these funds just for fun? Or are you saying S.H.I.E.L.D. even wants to manage normal stock transactions?"
"We are just an intelligence agency; we don't deal with such Capital transactions. Actually, what I wanted to ask is, are you short on funds? I think I can provide some."
Now, not only Zhou Yi, but even Natasha's gaze at him became strange. Who would have thought that a man usually known as a good guy would be harboring such sinister thoughts at this moment?
What did he mean by 'short on funds'? The man had a hundred billion there; how could he be short on funds? Even if he were, it wasn't something a civil servant like him could fill.
At the very least, it would take someone rich like Tony Stark.
"What, you want to make a fortune too?" However, Zhou Yi could understand Coulson's thoughts quite well.
Since he couldn't stop Zhou Yi's methods, he might as well ride this wave and make some money. They were also people and needed to live.
Naturally, they would also yearn for money. In short, it was foolish not to make money when the opportunity arose.
"You know, I'm a poor man who only lives on a salary. So, sometimes, to pay off loans, I have no choice but to think of other ways."
Coulson wasn't a fool, and neither was Natasha. Her eyes darted, and she cleared her throat twice, echoing him.
"I can also help you a bit. Although it won't be much, it's a token of my sincerity."
They weren't foolish and naturally knew that following the big player would yield the highest returns in buying and selling.
And how to keep up with the big player's pace depended on whether they could get first-hand information.
So both looked at Zhou Yi with eager eyes; they wanted to see how the big player would respond to them.
"Alright, alright. I'll give you a heads-up when it's time to buy at the bottom, but no matter how much you buy, I'll eventually consume it all.
This is the cornerstone of my commercial Empire; I don't want two bricks in it to belong to others."
At this point, he looked at the eager Ada Wong and stated clearly.
"You too, understand?"
"Don't worry, boss. I'm not someone who can't see the situation clearly." Ada Wong saluted charmingly and promised, looking quite serious.
However, she was already calculating in her mind how much savings she could mobilize.
This was an opportunity for everyone to get rich, and Zhou Yi wouldn't, nor did he have any reason to, stop them.
Profit is often the best thing to unite the surrounding forces. If the loss wasn't significant, Zhou Yi naturally wouldn't care too much about this small matter.
While these people were still discussing the future stock market, Raccoon City had already been turned upside down.
One advanced-looking plane after another appeared in Raccoon City, making the survivors in the Sanctuary overjoyed and causing Umbrella's people to sink into despair.
These planes of unknown origin not only ignored any inquiries from Umbrella but also launched fierce attacks on Umbrella and all the zombies the moment they appeared.
The intense offensive, like raging Fire, caused Umbrella to retreat steadily while rapidly reducing the rampant zombie horde in the city.
And as they attacked, swathes of transport helicopters flew into the city. They purposefully hovered over certain buildings, loading survivors into the planes and flying them out of the city.
This scene was witnessed by many, and those who saw it knew that Umbrella's doomsday was approaching.
However, among these people, Raymond was not included.
At this moment, he was still carrying out his small plan, trying to capture Jill Valentine to threaten Zhou Yi into handing over everything he had about the super soldier program.
However, he hadn't expected that such a seemingly simple problem would be so difficult to implement.
He had finally located Jill with great difficulty, but he hadn't expected his proud Tracker to be repeatedly frustrated.
Jill was like a slippery loach, constantly escaping from the Tracker's grasp, even inflicting considerable damage on it.
And just when they finally managed to corner her with the Tracker, a variable once again disrupted their plan.
The apple that rolled onto the chessboard was a giant Black Panther, its bull-like size leaving Raymond no doubt that it was a bio-viral modification.
But compared to those mindless, food-obsessed zombie monsters, this giant Black Panther not only retained its own nature but also showed no signs of bio-infection.
Even its behavior was very strange. When Jill was forced into a corner and severely wounded by the Tracker, this giant Black Panther suddenly darted in and launched a fierce attack on the Tracker.
For Raymond and his subordinates, this situation should not have existed.
The Tracker was a high-Rank t-virus modified creature; in the World of viruses, lower-Rank infected individuals naturally feared higher-Rank existences.
Facing the Tracker, any infected creature would keep its distance, let alone launch an attack.
But now, an exception had appeared. The Black Panther not only didn't fear the Tracker but even fought it to a standstill, with great vigor.
It seemed unlikely that the Tracker could complete its mission without using weapons.
Raymond originally had some patience, wanting to see what this suddenly appearing Beast could do. But when his subordinates reported the current situation in Raccoon City to him, he could no longer sit still.
This big ship, Umbrella, was sinking; that was his only thought now.