On a crowded street, a black sedan with the Umbrella Corporation logo printed on its door slowly started and merged into the traffic.
Inside the car, Matthew, sitting in the back seat, looked up and down at his exceptionally well-fitting suit.
This suit was brought by Eleanor.
The delicate stitching and texture made it clear even to someone like him, who didn’t know much about fashion, that this suit was expensive.
“Ross, does an assistant’s job also include ordering suits for me in advance?” Matthew said, half-jokingly.
Eleanor, who was driving in front, was stunned for a moment, then reacted and explained: “To be more precise, from now on, I will be responsible for managing your daily life, and this is also part of my job.”
“Then you’ll be quite busy in the future.” As he spoke, Matthew reopened his laptop and began browsing through the files he hadn’t finished reading earlier.
The first half of the document probably detailed how his cheap father joined the Umbrella Corporation, which, in Matthew’s opinion, could be completely omitted.
The second half began to detail the specific responsibilities of the’Security Department’.
[Security Department: primarily responsible for internal company security, destroying all evidence detrimental to the company, responding to biohazard incidents, protecting important company figures, deploying B.O.W.s…]
In short, it was specifically for doing the dirty work for the Umbrella Corporation.
Although Matthew didn’t need to do this dirty work himself, he still needed to know how it was done and how to do it.
After finishing the documents prepared by Eleanor, Matthew fully understood his real job.
Personnel transfers, approving missions, and requesting operational funds from the headquarters.
Hmm, the last item was particularly important.
It just goes to show the saying, ‘Money makes the devil push the mill,’ who would work for you without money?
Shortly after, the car pulled up steadily in front of the Umbrella Corporation building, and Matthew and Eleanor got out one after the other.
It is worth mentioning that the Umbrella Corporation Security Department was located in Manhattan, New York, which was also the building Matthew saw from his hotel last night.
It stood in the center of Manhattan, opposite the Stark Tower.
Standing downstairs amidst the bustling crowd, Matthew looked up at the hundred-meter-high skyscraper, took a deep breath, and walked inside.
Meanwhile, at the nearby Stark Tower, Tony Stark, who had just stepped out of his sports car holding a freshly made cheeseburger, glanced at Matthew’s back before looking at Happy beside him.
“Happy, it seems I need to find a better-looking bodyguard and driver. Look, anyone’s driver is better-looking than you.”
Happy glanced in Matthew’s direction upon hearing this, a noncommittal smile appearing on his slightly round face: “That’s not just ‘anyone,’ that is the newly appointed ‘Head’ of the Umbrella Corporation Security Department.”
“Following beside him is Eleanor Ross, the assistant to the previous head, ‘Theodore Lawrence’.”
“And also…” Happy said, raising his arm and patting his own flabby muscles, jokingly saying: “I don’t think that kind of delicate little frame can protect anyone.”
Hearing this, Tony Stark scanned Happy up and down.
After two seconds of silence, he took a bite of the cheeseburger in his hand, said nothing, and turned to walk into the company.
Happy, standing by the car, hurriedly followed, trying hard to ‘promote’ his ‘flabby muscles’ to Tony Stark.
Inside the company building, people were coming and going, everyone busy with their own work.
Passing through the busy crowd, the two of them got into an elevator that required Level 3 clearance to board.
Inside the elevator, Matthew looked at the clearance wristband on Eleanor’s wrist, which gave him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, and memories of running around in games looking for clearance cards before he transmigrated surfaced in his mind.
“Ross, who designed the wristband on your wrist?” Matthew asked curiously in the enclosed elevator space.
“…This?” Eleanor raised her hand to show the wristband: “It was designed at the request of Spencer, one of the board members. My company clearance is Level 4, while yours is Level 5, the highest clearance within the department.”
“So I actually have one of these wristbands too?”
“No, I had headquarters process your clearance before you arrived. From now on, you can just use facial recognition,” Eleanor explained.
While they were talking, the elevator reached the designated underground floor.
“Where is this?” Matthew walked out of the elevator, looking at the weapon display racks on the wall ranging from daggers to grenade launchers, as well as the incredibly vast space, a bit confused as to why Eleanor had brought him here.
“Mr. Lawrence, according to the work instructions your father left me before he passed away, this is currently the work you need to complete.”
“— — Learning a series of military skills.”
“Subordinates might betray you for profit, and bodyguards might die in battle. Besides, I think you should understand… a head of a Security Department shouldn’t be someone who is completely powerless.”
Eleanor said, taking a stack of files from her bag: “This is a list I prepared in advance. You can choose any of them to be your instructor.”
“Of course, you don’t have to worry about the upcoming training causing any damage to the facility. This is the twenty-fifth underground level and has been specially treated. All the weapons placed here are within safety thresholds.”
Matthew: “…”
This was forcing him to become stronger.
But it was just as well; he had already thought about finding someone to train him after joining the Umbrella Corporation, so now he didn’t need to bring it up himself.
He took the files Eleanor handed him.
After flipping through them for a while, Matthew’s gaze suddenly focused.
Then he said very decisively: “Him!”
Upon hearing this, Eleanor leaned over and followed Matthew’s gaze.
Soon, a photo came into view.
In the photo, the person was wearing a gas mask, a black military helmet, and was wrapped in a black protective suit, paired with a tactical vest, with a submachine gun, tactical grenades, flashbangs, and other items strapped to his waist.
Moving her gaze to the personal resume next to the photo, Eleanor couldn’t help but read the person’s codename: “Hank…?”
“Yes.” Matthew nodded, then pointed to the annual salary of 1.2 million USD marked at the bottom of Hank’s resume: “And raise his salary by twenty percent.”
“Raise it by twenty percent?
This…” Eleanor wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Matthew immediately added: “Your salary will also be raised by twenty percent.”
“Understood!”
[System Points +20, ‘Eleanor Ross’ is very grateful to you in her heart.]
[Accumulated System Points: 30, Pass reward — — Primary Zombie Dog * 5 (Already stored in the system space).]
[The next stage reward is for accumulating 100 points. Please make good use of the system rewards to benefit the public livelihood.]
“…”
He was now beyond complaining about the system rewards.
Cold white light covered the entire area without a single shadow.
Before long, the closed elevator door slowly opened.
Immediately after, a figure filled with coldness and a sense of oppression walked slowly out of the elevator car.
“Officer, Hank reporting to you.”