The Umbrella Company of Marvel World

When Brant and Taggart brought Trevor back, Trevor was still awake. They threw him in front of Edward.

Edward signaled to King Ada next to him, and she walked up to him with understanding, took out her pistol, and fired a shot in his ear.

The gunshot immediately woke up Trevor, who jumped up from the ground and exclaimed: "Oh, oh, what's wrong?! What happened?!"

He touched his body up and down to see if he had been shot somewhere.

"Mr. Slattery, welcome." Edward stepped forward and said to him with a smile.

"Uh... you are..." Trevor was stunned for a moment when he saw Edward.

"The current BOSS of the Umbrella Company, I asked them to bring you here." Edward briefly explained and extended his hand to him: "Maybe my methods are a little rough, please don't mind."

Trevor stretched out his hand to hold it back and glanced around. He saw the two people who brought him over were standing next to him. And next to the man in front of him, there was a cold and cold beauty standing with his hand

He was holding a gun inside and was about to take it back.

Trevor swallowed and became somewhat silent. The situation in front of him made him afraid to speak: "Oh, oh, so that's it..."

"By the way, Umbrella Company? Is it that biopharmaceutical company I've heard of? I often buy cold medicine produced by Umbrella. What do you want from me?" Trevor asked hesitantly.

Seeing Trevor's nervous look, Edward smiled. He said to the people next to him: "Okay, you can leave first and let me talk to this gentleman alone. You have made him a little scared.

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The gun in King Ada's hand twirled around in his hand, inserted it back into his belt, and walked out with Brant and Taggart. Now only Edward and Trevor were left in the house.

"Okay, Mr. Slattery, can you relax now?" Edward reached out and gestured to the chair beside him: "Now let's sit down and talk?"

Trevor nodded quickly and waited until Edward sat down first before he sat down.

"Actually, the thing is like this, we came to you because we want you to be the spokesperson of an organization..." Edward held his hands, leaned on the chair, looked at Trevor, and slowly said his purpose

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Of course, he reserved the specific details and did not reveal too much information about the organization. He only told Trevor what he needed to do. But despite this, the plan still shocked Davis.

"This...I have never done anything like this before!" After listening to Edward's story, Trevor was almost shocked. This big boss actually wanted to be the spokesperson of a terrorist organization? How could he?

Is there any way to survive?

"Don't worry, Mr. Slattery, your position is safe. You are just performing in front of the camera and saying some cruel words." Edward motioned to Trevor not to get too excited.

"You don't need to have any involvement in the organization's actions, and you won't end up personally. We just need you to be such an image spokesperson. You are actually just a virtual image."

"But, this is also very dangerous! And why me?" Trevor almost cried.

This is simply an unforeseen disaster. How could I, an ordinary American citizen, end up in something like this? This is a job that will lose my head! The leader of a terrorist? How many times will he die?

"Mr. Slattery, we have seen your work and are very satisfied with your personal qualities. Only you are the most suitable for this villain's identity. You are the chosen one!" Edward said with a serious expression.

This made Trevor's face turn the color of bitter melon, he would not believe such words.

"Mr. Slattery, we will have someone to protect you." Edward continued with a sincere tone: "Your daily task is to eat and drink in the room and live leisurely. And then occasionally, when needed, in front of our cameras

Show your face. Pretty simple task, isn't it? Where could there be a happier job than this?"

Trevor looked unhappy. But Edward's next words made Trevor's expression freeze.

"Mr. Slattery, I know you are short of money now, and we will provide you with what you like." At this point, Edward gave him a playful look.

"Our reward will make you so satisfied that there is nothing extra. You will be able to experience the pinnacle of life that you have never reached before."

According to the information obtained by the White Umbrella Department, Trevor's current life is very poor. He is addicted to drugs and was almost arrested for doing some bad things.

Edward believed that for such a poor guy, wealth would be very attractive to him.

"Uh..." Trevor suddenly hesitated.

As Edward said, he was short of money now and happened to have no inventory on hand.

But the job of this "actor" is a bit too out of the ordinary. Being the spokesperson behind the scenes of a terrorist organization? Is there anything more exciting than this?

"Mr. Edward, I, I have to think about it..." Trevor held his forehead, sweating a little.

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Thirty minutes later, Trevor got what he wanted.

Edward also launched a verbal offensive and spoke earnestly about it.

Under Edward's coercion and inducement, Trevor finally reluctantly agreed to the request for cooperation.

Several people sat in a conference room and began to discuss matters related to the establishment of the organization.

"Mr. Edward... No, maybe I should change my title now and call you boss..." Trevor glanced at Edward, and then continued: "You said we were going to form an organization to take the blame, so first of all

, what is the name of this organization? This is the first step, right?"

"Hmm..." Edward pondered for a moment. He hadn't thought about this issue before. But since he wants to form a terrorist organization with an external name, it must have a suitable and resounding name. This is necessary.

Indispensable.

Thinking of this, Edward suddenly felt a bad taste in his heart.

He looked at the red and white umbrella sign hanging on the wall of the conference room, and slowly said a name: "Well, let's name this organization 'Capcom'!"

"What?" Upon hearing this name, several people present were stunned. Capcom? What does this mean?

Edward chuckled, with a mysterious expression on his face, and everything was unspoken.

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