It was raining outside the window.

Sean sat in his seat, his eyes cast on the porthole, outside was the dark night sky, the clouds were drifting with rain, and occasionally he could glimpse the flashing beacon lights, like a looming lighthouse on the sea with a rainstorm approaching.

Thoughts drift like drifting clouds, Sean is sitting on a private airliner to Tokyo, and after a pleasant and peaceful week, some uneasy guy has found himself a bunch of things to do.

That's right, Sean is talking about Master Osborne, who lives a leisurely rich life, if his life is an eight-o'clock bloody TV series, then Harry Osborne is the undoubted heroine.

Because every time the other party gets into some trouble, he will rush to rescue or relieve the siege, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Asgardians in New Mexico, and this trip to Tokyo, all of them.

"You say, why don't these people have any eyesight, and they just go to S.H.I.E.L.D. or Tony Stark if they have nothing to do...... Do you think I'm a bully? ”

Skynet, the subject of the questioning, remained silent, and as one of the most powerful artificial intelligence on the planet, it could probably understand that Sean's emotions were in a state of instability for the time being.

As a rising star in the biomedical industry, Osborne Industries has quickly occupied a monopoly position in the upstream industry chain through gene medicine and amputated limb regeneration technology, and has maintained close cooperation with Japan's leading company Shida Pharmaceutical.

Two days earlier, Harry had taken a private jet to Tokyo to attend a new pharmaceutical exhibition, and as a partner of Shishida Pharmaceutical, he had been warmly received as soon as he got out of the car, but eight hours later, Master Osborne's signal had disappeared in Tokyo, and all traces had been erased.

Sean, who received the news, used Skynet's surveillance to hack the cameras and signal hotspots throughout the city to find the missing Harry, who was not in danger of life, but temporarily lost his personal freedom, and the Hydra branch forces rooted in Japan seemed to be eyeing Ambrera's biotechnology.

Perhaps because of Sean's good relationship with the Department of Defense and his complicated ties to many superheroes, Hydra apparently did not target the Ambrera founder, but instead targeted his college classmate and business partner, Harry Osborne.

"There's always a feeling like something strange is going to happen."

Sean leaned back in his seat, and under the influence of the butterfly effect, the trajectory of the world gradually shifted, beyond his control.

The feeling of no longer being in control of the overall situation is certainly a headache, but it is full of novelty and unknown, which makes the young man's heart faintly excited, such as this trip to Tokyo, he has an inexplicable premonition that the guys of Hydra will surprise him.

Just by reading the recent news, you can know that this time in Tokyo is not peaceful, and there are frequent vicious incidents of large animals attacking and injuring people every night, and even if the Metropolitan Police Department has dispatched various forces to investigate, it has not been able to give a satisfactory explanation to the public.

In particular, the number of victims is still increasing, so much so that the Superintendent of Police has issued martial law prohibiting night outings in an attempt to keep the number of casualties within a certain range.

Linked to the original timeline, the scene where Zhitian Pharmaceutical appeared, coupled with the ability of the Hydra gang to make trouble, Sean couldn't help but have a bold idea in his heart.

"Resident Evil? Or Tokyo Ghoul? The young man thought to himself.

It stands to reason that as the founder of Ambrera, he used the virus to create biological and chemical weapons and cause a zombie crisis, shouldn't this kind of thing be done by himself?

Hydra ...... This is a show-stealing!

As the airliner sails over the bumpy clouds, Sean taps his fingers on the table, and it's not a bad idea to enjoy a little hors d'oeuvres before facing the cosmic overlords and alien armies.

…………

The plane landed at the airport in the darkness of the night, carrying a red-haired woman with a sheathed katana and a tall man in ragged clothes in a special car to greet her.

The man sat in the back seat, with a scruffy beard and tattered clothes, like a wild man living in the deep mountains and old forests, and the driver in a black suit with a rigid face couldn't help but look at him several times, until the red-haired woman cast a stern gaze, he realized his faux pas and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

According to Japanese etiquette, if he was not driving, the driver would probably make a 90-degree bow, then fell to his knees and begged the red-haired woman's forgiveness in a panic.

This is not an exaggeration, as it has been described in Japanese society, which emphasizes hierarchical order, the use of different honorifics, bowing and prostrations in everyday life, and the staggering rules and regulations of work interactions.

The man didn't care about the driver's strange eyes, he leaned back in his seat, the window reflected the bright neon lights, he seemed to have not been in contact with the outside world for a long time, and he was a little stunned for a while.

"Don't let the appearance of prosperity fool your eyes, Japan is in the darkest period lately......"

The red-haired woman said in a strange tone, as if she was prophesiing something, and as if it were a kind reminder.

"Many people believe that once Lord Shida leaves, a shadow will fall."

The man looked at a huge billboard showing a corporate advertisement for Yashida Pharmaceutical, which was said to be developing a new drug to slow down the aging process of human cells, which is currently in the stage of clinical trials.

"You think he's God?" The man asked in a faint tone.

"No, we believe he is a mortal, but he has extraordinary achievements. After World War II, it was Daida who helped rebuild the country, and his family business became the largest in Japan. ”

The red-haired woman's eyes were full of fanaticism, but the man was noncommittal, he had never believed in any god in his life, at least in the course of his long life, it had never appeared.

Japanese limousines drove into the wide courtyard, the official residence of the Shishida family, and there were security guards in suits and firearms, who did not shy away from the slightest hint of blatant possession of weapons.

"That's a lot of bodyguards."

Perhaps it was the beastly instinct in his body, and the man felt a depressing and dull atmosphere, and he couldn't help but think of what the red-haired woman had just said that Japan was in its darkest period......

"There can be attacks at any time, deliberate kidnappings, assassinations, and so on, and the mob and the thugs are growing, and the government's grip is waning."

The red-haired woman has a solemn expression, the country is on the verge of danger, those terrible creatures that hide in the darkness, they are rising!

I don't know when the news of cannibals began to circulate in Tokyo, and those who came out at night would be dragged into dark alleys or dark corners, and then suffer the terrible end of gnawing flesh and blood, until the next morning, only a fragmented and mutilated corpse remained.

At first, the government was able to suppress the spread of public opinion, but as the number of people increased and such incidents became more frequent, panic spread rapidly, and even though the Metropolitan Police Department mobilized a large number of police resources, it was difficult to contain it for a while.

"Everyone who lives in Tokyo knows never to go out at night."

The red-haired woman looked at the man who was doing a full body check to prevent him from carrying a weapon, and there was a hint of warning in her tone.