At this moment, inside one of Umbrella's internal council facilities. The room itself was massive, big enough to hold hundreds of people, yet only a handful were present—those who were truly influential in certain fields and granted the privilege to attend.
On the stage, standing elegantly at the podium, was Excella.
"At this time, our company is developing a military-grade medicine capable of healing bleeding wounds and infections. We've named this product Strong First Aid Med."
She then demonstrated on stage with a volunteer, cutting the person's hand slightly. After spraying the medicine, the wound seemed to dry and close almost instantly.
Isn't this the same kind of item the characters use in the games? If I remember right, Umbrella already developed something similar before, but they scrapped it since not many people were actually interested, Allen thought to himself.
"As you can see, no ordinary medical bandage used across the world could ever match the effects of what we've developed. If this medicine is successfully mass-produced, there will be many nations eager to purchase and place large orders."
But the audience remained silent, clearly uninterested. While Excella's product was indeed impressive and revolutionary, her EQ was far too low—she couldn't read the reality of the market.
"Your product is good, no doubt about that. But if you're trying to sell it to the military, I'm afraid it's pointless. Don't you realize it's far more profitable to create something that boosts a soldier's combat effectiveness? No matter how good your medicine is, if a soldier gets shot in the head or loses an organ, won't your product become useless then?" Allen remarked.
The people in the room nodded in agreement, and some even laughed at his blunt statement.
"You—!" Excella wanted to snap back at Allen, but his words were spot-on, leaving her with no solid counterargument—especially when the audience sided with him.
"Does your company have a product like that?" Renaldo asked, intrigued.
"I'm sorry, but we can't reveal anything on that matter—it's company confidential," Curtis replied with a smile. He was more than satisfied seeing Allen embarrass Excella so effortlessly.
"Here's a thought—why don't you try developing something like an anti-cancer drug instead? And if you really want to break into the military market, I suggest shifting toward the weapons sector. They'd be far more interested in buying that than your Strong First Aid Med."
Annette, sitting next to Allen, laughed softly, feeling rather proud of how easily Allen had humiliated the arrogant woman.
But on the podium, Excella shot back at Allen in a firm voice.
"Isn't the answer simple? Cancer is an incurable disease. Even in cases where patients do recover through certain treatment techniques, it's nothing more than coincidence. And as for entering the weapons market—sorry, but our company is a pharmaceutical enterprise, not a tech company like yours."
"Huh, what a shame. I'm starting to doubt your so-called Master's in medicine. You graduated in genetics, didn't you? Or did you forget the basics? Maybe your degree was bought?" Allen replied sharply.
Annette and Svetlana exchanged confused glances. Why was Allen so intent on provoking this woman? Did he have some kind of plan?
"Don't spout nonsense! And don't accuse me carelessly!" Excella snapped, her patience wearing thin. Why does this man keep mocking me? she thought, growing more uneasy as it felt like Allen was deliberately trying to bait her.
"You said cancer is hard to cure, right? But haven't we already identified the cause? It's because human cells simply aren't strong enough to fight off cancer cells, leading to immune system failure. All we need to do is slightly strengthen human cells so the immune system doesn't collapse." Allen answered in a professional tone.
Excella was taken aback by his statement, but quickly tried to throw it back at him.
"You're talking as if you've already found a solution. Are you just spouting nonsense?"
"Well, if you're curious, why don't I show you directly?" Allen said, glancing at Curtis. Curtis nodded, then brought over a lab mouse that had been injected with cancer cells. The mouse looked frail and weak.
Allen walked to the podium carrying his suitcase, which held a vial of serum. Annette was startled—since when had Allen developed a serum to cure cancer? If only she knew this drug was a semi-derivative of the T-Virus. The serum was a diluted version of it, combined with several other compounds.
Excella frowned at the sight of the medicine Allen carried.
"This mouse was previously injected with cancer cells," Allen explained, handing over documents and showing the prepared X-ray equipment as proof. He injected the mouse with a precise dose and placed it back inside the observation chamber.
"Now we wait a few minutes."
The audience, intrigued, kept their eyes glued to the X-ray monitor.
"You seem very confident in your treatment," Excella remarked, both doubtful and curious.
Allen didn't respond—he simply sat down, tidied his equipment, and waited.
After fifteen minutes, the X-ray screen revealed that the cancer cells were beginning to disappear. The white blood cells in the mouse aggressively consumed the cancer cells until none remained. Soon after, the mouse stood up, moving slowly at first, then gradually regaining energy until it was acting normally again.
The entire audience was stunned by the effectiveness of the treatment and broke into applause. Thirty minutes later, further scans confirmed the mouse was completely cancer-free.
Excella stared in shock—this discovery would make the entire world rejoice. If she could get her hands on this medicine, she knew she would be unstoppable.
Her beautiful eyes fixed on Allen, now full of admiration and desire. She had forgotten all about being humiliated earlier. For the first time, she truly looked at Allen's face—and realized he was incredibly handsome. More than that, he was a genius who had just demonstrated the impossible. She wanted this man for herself. Her gaze now carried a dangerously obsessive, almost yandere-like intensity.
"T-this… how is this possible? Are you sure you're not tricking us?" one of Tricell's members asked.
"This is only a product test. It hasn't been tested on humans yet. The drug is still experimental because it contains highly toxic components. Even though this mouse recovered, it'll eventually die if its body can't withstand the toxins spreading through its system," Allen explained.
Even so, this breakthrough would go down in history as a milestone in medical science.
Excella stepped closer to Allen.
"Dr. Winters, aren't you proud of this discovery?"
"No, unfortunately, I consider it a failed product—it's far from perfect," Allen replied casually, meeting her gaze.
But Excella, now obsessed with him, only wanted to know him more. Before she could say anything, her father cut in.
"Dr. Allen, I believe we can collaborate to further develop this drug. Leave the issue of toxicity to us—we're experts in that area. Once it's finished, we'll only ask for 40% of the profits. For production, we'll cover the costs ourselves. It's a very generous offer," Renaldo proposed, clearly experienced in business and eager to expand the Gionne and Travis family influence.
Curtis quickly stepped in to back Allen.
"Apologies, Mr. Gionne, but this is classified company research. If you want to negotiate, you'll need to go through the proper channels first."
"Sorry, Mr. Gionne, but I'm not interested in your offer. I can complete this research on my own. That's all I wanted to show you, gentlemen. Have a nice day—I have another engagement to attend. Goodbye," Allen said, stepping down from the stage.
He left the hall with Annette and Svetlana by his side. To Allen, his little demonstration was more than enough to capture Excella's interest. He was certain it wouldn't be long before she tried to contact him personally.
Inside the car, Allen was riding with Annette toward Umbrella's underground laboratory—Svetlana was, of course, the one behind the wheel.
"Allen, can I ask you something?" Annette said, curiosity in her voice.
"Yeah, of course," Allen replied.
"Why did you go so far as to show your research results to Tricell—especially that woman? Are you interested in her?"
"Well, you could say that. Besides, she's talented, and I'd like to recruit her into my research team. I'm sure she'd be a huge help to you if you ever decide to start a new project," Allen explained.
"Ohhh, are you sure you don't mean sexually too?" Svetlana teased from the driver's seat.
"Well, she is a beautiful woman. Of course I'm interested in that too," Allen admitted honestly.
Annette immediately pinched his thigh.
"Ow… that hurts," Allen winced, though he was only pretending—just to make her happy.
"Hmph… you really won't ever be satisfied, will you? Always wanting to add more women," Annette muttered, pouting a little at her lover.
"Don't worry, I'll never forget you, sweetheart," Allen said, leaning in to kiss her lips and trail his mouth against her neck.
Ahem… cough, cough. Svetlana fake-coughed, clearly not wanting to watch them fool around in the car.
"Sorry, but we're almost there," she cut in.
"Tsk." Allen just clicked his tongue in annoyance.
A few moments later, the car rolled to a stop. Annette straightened her clothes and hair before stepping out. Just before she walked away, she turned back to Allen.
"Allen, can you pick Sherry up from school for me today? I think I'll have to stay overnight at the lab to finish my research. And if possible, I'd like Sherry to stay at your place—I'm a little worried about her being alone at home."
"Ohhh, of course. Don't worry, Sherry will be in good hands," Allen reassured her.
"Thanks, Allen. Love you."
"I love you 3000 too," Allen replied.
Annette's face lit up with joy at hearing that. She leaned back into the car to kiss him once more before quickly heading off, careful not to draw suspicion. From the driver's seat, Svetlana silently cursed, annoyed and jealous at how openly Allen displayed his affection.
In front of Raccoon City Elementary School, a black car was parked. Allen sat in the passenger seat while Svetlana waited behind the wheel. The school bell rang, and children started pouring out of the building.
Allen spotted a blonde-haired girl with a short haircut, carrying a backpack as she stood by the school gate, seemingly waiting for someone.
He stepped out of the car and approached her.
"Sir, who are you? What do you want?" Sherry asked cautiously.
"Hey, Sherry. My name's Allen Winters. Your mom asked me to pick you up," Allen said with a friendly smile.
Sherry eyed him with suspicion. "How do you know my mom? Do you have any proof?"
Allen pulled out his phone and showed her several photos of him with Annette—some of them even a little too close and intimate. "See? Your mom's a close friend and colleague of mine. So don't worry. Come on, let's talk in the car."
Sherry hesitated, then finally nodded and followed him inside.
"Uncle Allen, why didn't my mom come pick me up herself?" Sherry asked once seated.
Allen chuckled. "Please… don't call me Uncle. I'm not that old. Just call me Allen. As for your mom, she said she's working overtime tonight and has to stay at the lab."
Svetlana, overhearing Sherry call Allen Uncle, had to stifle a laugh. She couldn't help but imagine how shocked the girl would be if she found out this man might one day be her stepfather.
"Ah, okay. Sorry about that, Allen," Sherry said sheepishly.
Still, in her mind she thought, he does look young… and kind of handsome. Is he really just Mom's friend? She remembered how, lately, her mother had avoided mentioning her father, who was always busy at the lab and never home.
"By the way, this isn't the road to my house," Sherry asked, frowning.
"We're heading to my apartment. Your mom asked me to let you stay there for the night. Don't worry—you can call her right now if you don't believe me," Allen explained calmly, reassuring her.
Hearing that, Sherry quickly called her mother.
"Hey, Mom… did you really ask your friend to pick me up from school and have me stay at his place?"
"Oh, Sherry, yes. I'm sorry about this, but I was worried about you being home alone. That's why I asked my friend to look after you for a while. Don't worry—it's for your own safety. Once I finish my work, I'll come and pick you up. I promise."
"Okay, Mom…" Sherry replied softly, her voice carrying a trace of sadness. It was clear to her that her mother wouldn't be home for some time. She ended the call with a sigh.
"Hey, Sherry, don't be sad about this," Allen said gently. "Tell you what—want to grab a snack before we head to my apartment? My treat."
Sherry perked up at that offer, her eyes brightening a little. "Really? Then… I'd like some ice cream."
"Hmmm, of course, no problem at all," Allen replied with a smile.
And with that, they drove off to the nearest store so Sherry could pick out whatever she wanted.
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