Ch: 98
The strange situation in the Raiders' main hall made Star-Lord inexplicably feel a chill run down his spine, as if something dirty was about to jump out of the shadows.
Everything was fine just a moment ago, so why did everyone suddenly seem to be possessed?
If they weren't possessed, why would they be laughing non-stop?
"Stark, my brother?"
Star-Lord reached out, trying to touch Qin Mo, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.
He tried again, unwilling to give up, only to find that the other Raiders were in a similar state.
Star-Lord was pacing anxiously but didn't dare to call for help, fearing that the other Raiders would misunderstand, leading to unnecessary disputes.
"What is all this!"
In a dimension imperceptible to Star-Lord, the Raiders, led by Starhawk, huddled together.
It seemed that only by doing so could they avoid being swallowed by the black hole beneath their feet.
Maya, who is this My Lord?
Please, quickly withdraw your divine power.
We are just small Raiders; there's no need to bring out black holes.
They struggled to lift their heads, looking at the figure on the Void Throne.
The mere existence of that figure sent shivers down to the depths of their souls... This was an absolute suppression originating from a higher level of life.
It left them with no thought of resistance.
Finally, Starhawk, the most powerful among the Raiders, suppressed the fear in his heart and spoke.
"Mr. Stark, if we have offended you in any way, please be magnanimous, My Lord, and forgive our transgressions."
That damned Quill, he actually brought back someone—an existence comparable to a god.
Could it be that old Yondu did this on purpose?
That dog-faced Yondu!!!
Above the Void Throne.
Qin Mo wore the White Phoenix King's crown, its feathers lifelike, as if stars flowed within them.
His white-gold embroidered robe, draped around him, had threads as fine as shimmering starlight, and moonlight seemed to flow over it.
A crimson cloak hung behind him, its edges embroidered with white-gold cloud patterns, exuding the noble dignity and majesty of a multidimensional powerhouse with every gesture.
"Submit, or die."
The moment he heard these words, Starhawk's face showed an expression of 'just as I thought'.
From the moment they entered this unknown space, he had considered this possibility.
If it weren't for their continued usefulness, facing a powerhouse of this level, they wouldn't last even a second, let alone survive.
But Starhawk couldn't understand.
Why would such a powerful being want to subdue them, mere Raiders?
"Mr. Stark, if you can resolve the confusion in my heart, I am willing to lead the Raiders to submit to you."
If it were just him, death would be no big deal.
A man dies and turns to dust; if he doesn't die, he lives for eons.
However, there was no 'if' in the current situation; being in the Raiders' main base, the lives of tens of thousands of his brothers behind him depended entirely on his next decision.
He didn't believe his brothers could escape the gravitational pull of the black hole so close by.
After receiving a nod from the figure on the throne, Starhawk spoke.
"I don't understand why such a powerful being as yourself would need ants like us."
Compared to an existence like a god, they, the Raiders, were indeed ants, ants that could be easily crushed with one hand.
Do gods also need servants?
Uh... servants it is, then. At least the brothers have to live first, and then they can figure out a way to escape later.
Qin Mo rose from the throne and chuckled.
"I like being a pirate; it's more interesting than doing business. Are you satisfied with that answer?"
Satisfied, Starhawk was more than just satisfied; this was clearly a god—acknowledging their profession.
Not only Starhawk, but all the Raiders present felt a deep sense of recognition at that moment, recognition from a powerful being.
It wasn't a condescending acknowledgment given with a sense of charity, but an equal resonance, belonging to true powerhouses.
This recognition made their blood boil more than any spoils of war.
Submitting to such a powerhouse didn't seem so unappealing after all.
There's a saying on the streets—to make it, you need strength and backing. They had strength, but backing couldn't be conjured out of thin air.
In the past, they had no choice in their origins or backing. Now that the opportunity was right before their eyes, why hesitate?
Starhawk exchanged glances with several high-ranking Raiders beside him, confirming with their eyes that this was the boss they were looking for.
With almost no hesitation, the Raiders bowed.
"Big Brother!"
"Big Brother!"
Each cry of "Big Brother" carried suppressed excitement and submission; from now on, they, too, had backing.
Didn't this mean they could also plunder merchant ships from the three great empires?
What if the three great empires didn't comply?
If they didn't comply, they could go find their Big Brother.
Reading the Raiders' little schemes, Qin Mo helplessly raised his hand: "You may all rise."
He scanned the crowd: "I've heard that we Raidersyearn for freedom. From now on, let's skip these elaborate formalities."
Compared to superficial submission, Qin Mo believed he could win the Raiders' genuine loyalty.
Speaking of which, is the damn system getting lazy lately? It's not refreshing my charm anymore.
"Yes, Big Brother."
The Raiders rose one after another.
"Oh, by the way, where's that Yondu fellow?"
Before Starhawk could speak, the former second-in-command had already organized his words.
"Big Brother, Yondu violated the Raiders' iron rule against human trafficking and was expelled by Big Brother Starhawk."
"Even as Raiders, we always adhere to certain bottom lines. Raiders absolutely do not traffic in people; that is one of them.
Yondu was expelled from the organization for privately kidnapping and selling multiple children for profit."
After speaking, the second-in-command saw Starhawk's playful gaze: 'Good boy, naturally rebellious...'
"Big Brother... I..." The second-in-command's face turned beet red.
Due to a mischievous whim, Qin Mo specifically instructed everyone again: "Don't spread the word after we go out. That kid Quill doesn't know my true strength yet."
"Yes, Big Brother."
A crimson light flashed in Qin Mo's pupils, and the Raiders finally felt their hearts beating again.
It felt so good to be alive.
Seeing this, Star-Lord excitedly said, "That's great, Hawk Uncle, you guys scared me to death just now."
Starhawk smiled without warmth: "Yes, little Quill, it's truly great!!!"
If Quill hadn't brought the new boss over, they would still be free Raiders, able to go wherever they pleased.
But now, while the new boss was indeed strong...
What if, in the future, he asked them to do something against their conscience? How would they choose then?
To submit, or to resist?
"Starhawk, take me to see your most powerful spaceship."
The Raiders' strength was only average.
Therefore, Qin Mo planned to first coat the spaceship with a layer of Galaxy Glaze, and later, when he acquired materials like Uru or Adamantium, he would rebuild a few more.
He intended to let the Raiders fully utilize their predatory instincts—robbing the rich to help the poor.
Who are the rich?
The richest are none other than the three great empires.
Who are the poor?
Tell me, in the entire Universe, is there anyone poorer than Qin Mo?
He doesn't even have 100 billion; he's practically dirt poor!
Ch: 99
Raiders' Hall.
Star-Lord breathed a sigh of relief as he saw his good brothers and the Raiders were not arguing, and his tense heart relaxed.
He didn't even understand the subtext in Starhawk's words; he was just happy for his fan brother.
Seeing his good brother walk towards the tarmac, Star-Lord was about to follow, but three burly uncles twisted his arms behind his back and pressed him to the ground.
"Quill, your uncles have some heartfelt words they want to have a good talk with you about."
Before Star-Lord could speak, his backside suddenly suffered.
"I'll teach you to do business, you bastard."
"Will you still bring people over next time?"
"I was so good to you when you were little."
After being inexplicably beaten, the smile on Star-Lord's face finally disappeared: "Uncles, uncles, please treat me like a fart and let me go."
"This kid hasn't realized his mistake yet."
"Keep hitting him for me."
Smiles don't completely disappear; they just transfer to other people's faces.
Seeing the new boss just gently touch the spaceship, and then a silver-white liquid instantly covered the spaceship's surface, Starhawk's eyes immediately lit up.
Although he didn't know what material it was, based on his recognition of the new boss's strength, Starhawkknew that this thing would definitely not be bad.
"Hey, you." Qin Mo waved to the second-in-command: "Throw two psychic bombs and test it."
"Alright, Big Brother."
The second-in-command took out a riot shield, holding it in one hand and throwing two psychic bombs at the spaceship with the other.
"Boom~"
Accompanying the explosion, violent energy poured out like ripples towards the surroundings.
Normally, the power of a psychic bomb would at least open a hole in the cabin.
However, at this moment, when the energy generated by the explosion touched the spaceship's surface, it was like Water meeting a dry sponge, completely absorbed by that layer of silver-white Glaze.
"Hiss~ Amazing."
Starhawk admitted he underestimated that layer of Glaze.
He originally thought it only increased hardness, making the spaceship more durable, but he never expected it could absorb energy.
If all the Raiders' spaceships were coated with Glaze?
Goodness, that scene would be too beautiful; by then, he would even dare to rob the Kree Empire's capital Planet.
"Big Brother, we still have other spaceships…"
Qin Mo raised his hand to interrupt: "Having so many junk spaceships is useless. From now on, the Raiderswill take the elite route, specifically robbing the merchant ships of the three great empires."
Compared to ordinary merchant ships, the merchant ships of the three great empires have higher cargo value and greater profits.
"Big Brother." Starhawk's expression was a bit troubled: "Robbing the three great empires is no problem, and we're not afraid of their retaliation, it's just… the retired brothers at the base…"
Although the Raiders are a bandit organization, they have a very complete pension system.
Retired or injured Raiders who cannot move will be arranged to retire at the base, provided with wives, houses, and free support for the rest of their lives.
Qin Mo pondered for a moment; this was indeed a problem.
Previously, the Raiders always picked on easy targets, or occasionally robbed one of the three great empires, acting based on established rules.
After all, they were just space pirates and could not simultaneously deal with the purges of the three great empires.
However, Qin Mo's newly issued order ignored the potential threats.
"After I choose a Planet to transform, you first settle the retired brothers."
"Big Brother, how long will you need for this?"
"How long?"
Qin Mo paused for about two seconds.
"Alright, it's this Planet next door. You take them to move first. This is the method to enter the Planet. Except for core personnel, try not to spread it externally."
"Huh??" Starhawk was impressed but confused.
Finally, urged impatiently by the new boss, Starhawkand the second-in-command began to act separately.
Only Qin Mo stood in place, pondering the good idea he had just thought of.
Whether it was Pierce and Zola cutting HYDRA assets on Earth, or subduing the Raiders to plunder the merchant ships of the three great empires…
Essentially, these still belonged to conventional money-making methods, and the funds earned were ultimately limited, requiring time to accumulate.
It would be better to have a few big deals at once.
For example—pulling a few habitable Planets from outside Earth and placing them in the Solar System, then selling them to countries on Earth…
This is not a business of ten or twenty billion; a habitable Planet would surely sell for at least trillions…
However, Qin Mo couldn't immediately figure out the potential hidden dangers of doing so.
Such as after a large number of Earthling people relocate, will the reduction in population weaken labor and consumption demand, leading to factory shutdowns, corporate bankruptcies, and a cliff-like drop in GDP?
Will it affect subsequent money-making issues?
What if this action leads to a slower rate of making money later, wouldn't that be penny wise and pound foolish?
"Headache." Qin Mo rubbed his head.
The sale of habitable Planets is too significant, and he couldn't figure it out alone in a short time. He planned to return to Earth and convene a think tank to discuss this issue.
As for why he didn't directly transform Mercury or Venus, but instead went to the trouble of pulling habitable Planets into the Solar System.
Given human nature, if Qin Mo transformed Mercury, someone would definitely say that Mercury belongs to all of humanity…
"Actually, it doesn't matter anymore…"
Only then did Qin Mo realize that he had previously been hesitant because the currency needed for Krypton Gold was deeply tied to Earth.
That's why he would act within the rules and morality.
But now, Kree currency, Nova currency, and Phoenixcurrency are all included in the scope of rechargeable funds…
Meaning, Earth no longer seems so important.
All his current arrangements are, in essence—multi-pronged development, comprehensive progress.
After greeting Starhawk, Qin Mo located Carol's spaceship and instantly disappeared.
… …
"When are you coming next time?"
After a sparring session, Carol lay on the bed, looking at Qin Mo, who was getting dressed, and asked.
Indeed, he was well-endowed, performed well, and was durable.
"Big Sister, you're getting addicted to freeloading." Qin Mo had the air of someone who pulls up his pants and doesn't recognize anyone: "Do you know how high my appearance fee is on Earth?"
"How high?" Carol suddenly became interested.
"At least two hundred million, dollars!"
Carol pouted: "Are you Inlaid diamond, that expensive?"
Hesitating for a moment, Carol, naked, came to the bedside, bent down, and pulled out a few bank card-like cards from the cabinet.
"Here, this is all the money I have."
"Hm?" Taking the cards, Qin Mo casually asked: "How much money is in them?"
Carol thought for a moment and said: "About tens of millions of Kree currency, the Skrulls gave them to me."
"Excellent!!!"
— — — — — — — —
The protagonist's current panel.
Name: King Murdock
Age: 24
Race: Celestials
Realm: Multiversal
Partners: Kanna, Thor
Serum Injected: Perfect Spider Serum.
Abilities: Phoenix Force (3/49), Chaos Magic (Beginner), Radar Sense
Omega-Level Mutant Ability: Freezing (Iceman), Control of Cosmic Weather (Storm), Telepathy (Phoenix), Imitation and Amplification (Hope)
Alpha-level Mutant Ability: Energy Absorption (Black King), Teleportation (Red Devil)
Delta-level Mutant Ability: Fire Control.
Subordinates: Mechanical Dog, Shadow, Lockdown, Hot Rod, Bionic Human Kara.
Possessed Items: Ultimate Nullifier, darkhold, Regret Medicine, demon blade thousand blades Galaxy GlazeEdition, Prajna Paramita Gong Unlimited Edition...
Ch: 100
After two days away from Earth, Qin Mo finally returned to his small abode.
Compared to the novel sights and experiences in the Universe, he found that he seemed to prefer living on Earth.
Perhaps it was due to his two lives, which made him curious about extraterrestrial places, but without the feeling of home.
Glancing at the time, Qin Mo prepared to make an appearance at S.H.I.E.L.D. to avoid being seen as a frequent absentee.
Although that was the truth.
On his way to S.H.I.E.L.D., Qin Mo asked Lockdown, who had transformed into a Lamborghini Aventador, "Lockdown, do you want to be a Raider?"
"Boss, what are Raiders? Bandits?"
"Close enough. You can think of them as space pirates, the kind who only plunder merchant ships and don't really kill people."
Upon hearing this, Qin Mo clearly sensed a fluctuation in Lockdown's emotions, and the car almost came to a screeching halt.
"Boss, did you get a spaceship?"
"I got a few junk spaceships. You can make do with them for now, and I'll figure out a way to get you a good one later."
"No problem."
In the Transformers World, Lockdown was a famous intergalactic bounty hunter, possessing interstellar warships. Coming to the Marvel Universe, he had instead served as Qin Mo's ride.
But deep down, Lockdown still yearned for his old life. Fortunately, he could finally return to his old profession.
Robbery, he knew a thing or two.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower.
As soon as he arrived on the top floor of the Tower, Qin Mo ran into Nick Fury, who was stepping out of the adjacent elevator.
As the first and second in command of S.H.I.E.L.D., everyone would surely understand if they were occasionally late.
"Morning, Director."
"Morning, Murdoch. I want to discuss something with you."
"Alright." Qin Mo nodded, "Director, let's go to your office. Mine's a bit messy."
Normally, besides Rumlow and Hill, he rarely allowed anyone into his office.
"Okay." As Nick Fury passed by Qin Mo, he inexplicably smelled a familiar scent.
"Hmm? What perfume are you wearing?"
Sniffing his own arm, Qin Mo realized that it wasn't perfume; it was clearly the scent of Carol.
Nick Fury's nose, it must be like a dog's.
How could he even smell that?
From another perspective, Carol was indeed the woman Nick Fury had yearned for years and never forgotten.
Years had passed, yet Nick Fury still remembered Carol's scent. How was this not a form of NTR…
"Uh, it might be the smell of laundry detergent."
Hearing this, Nick Fury nodded and didn't ask further, but even after they entered the office and sat down, Nick Fury subtly spoke again.
"I just remembered I ran out of laundry detergent at home. This laundry detergent of yours smells good, what brand is it?"
"Tide."
Nick Fury silently noted down the brand name, planning to use this brand of laundry detergent from now on.
After the small interlude, Nick Fury brought up official business.
"Some time ago, Natasha accidentally discovered that Hammer Industries seems to be cooperating with Snezhnaya. Next, you will be in charge of this matter."
"Snezhnaya? No problem. Have Agent Romanoff send the case file to my office."
After a few more pleasantries, Qin Mo returned to his office and contacted Zola through a Mango Phoneencrypted channel.
[Dr., help me retrieve all assets under Hammer Industries and all recent surveillance videos.]
He had no reason to refuse such a fat sheep delivered to his doorstep.
According to the original plot, Justin Hammer, the head of Hammer Industries, would eventually go to prison, which would inevitably cause stock market fluctuations.
Although Hammer Industries was significantly behind Stark Industries, it was still a military industry giant, with a much higher stock price than Osborn Technologies.
The timing wasn't right before, but now it gave Qin Moan opportunity to get involved.
Of course, he didn't need to personally short the stock; all of this could be handled by the AI Dr. Zola.
As a leader, he only needed to control the general direction, leaving the rest of the work to his subordinates.
If he had to do everything himself.
Then what was the point of him painstakingly recruiting subordinates, sending Shadow Ninjas to guard Zola's servers, and giving his subordinates perfect 5-5 open serum?
Wouldn't that be like pulling down one's pants to fart, an unnecessary act.
While waiting for Dr. Zola to retrieve the information, Qin Mo scrolled through the screen, browsing recent news.
[Hammer Industries Welcomes New Breakthroughs!]
[Iron Mechs Are No Longer Exclusive to One Person]
[Full Line of Land, Sea, and Air Armors to Be Unveiled Soon]
A pile of sensational news, not mentioning Tony Stark in any sentence, yet every sentence was about Tony Stark.
"If Hammer were a pretty girl, it might actually be possible for something to happen between him and Tony."
Due to various reasons such as personality and upbringing, while Tony achieved considerable success in recent years, his public reputation was not very good.
Especially his scandalous news with socialites, which supported half of New York's news agencies.
Both from wealthy families, both operating arms companies, and not much difference in age…
All of these factors made Justin Hammer always view Tony as a competitor and constantly try to surpass him.
Even if he repeatedly failed, he kept fighting despite setbacks.
Perhaps the miniature arc reactor technology brought by Ivan Vanko gave Hammer hope of winning once, which led him to risk cooperating with Snezhnaya.
And eventually be targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D.
Glancing at the time of Hammer Industries' press conference, Qin Mo dialed Natasha's number on his desk phone.
"This is Murdoch from S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Romanoff, bring the case file to my office."
After a short while, Natasha, with her Short Legs, knocked on the office door.
"Enter."
Office… leader… female agent in black stockings…
"Have a seat, Agent Romanoff."
"Thank you, Director." Natasha sat upright on the sofa, looking as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.
Noticing this, Qin Mo said calmly, "If you have anything you want to ask, just ask. Holding it in for too long isn't good for your health."
Natasha then spoke.
"Director, the rumor says that if you become your girlfriend, your body will undergo a second development. Is that true?"
Raising his head, Qin Mo stared at Natasha's chest for a few seconds, then quickly lowered his head to continue looking at his phone.
"Agent Romanoff, your figure is already very good. Too much is as bad as too little; being too big is a burden…"
In his mind, the most perfect size was C+, and D-cup was also acceptable.
E and F were a bit too much, stifling…
Natasha was at least a D-cup. It could be said responsibly that apart from her Short Legs, her figure was absolutely stunning.
Whenever he thought of this, he had to admit—Deadpool really ate well.
The bathwater that Contractor A-Du yearned for, Deadpool stood up and kicked in the bathtub.
"Director, actually, my calves are a bit short…"
Hearing this, Qin Mo looked up again, "What, you want to be my girlfriend too?"
"Can I?"
If it weren't for the rumors of second development, or if she hadn't personally witnessed Hill's body change, Natasha would never have made such a request.
She didn't have any feelings for Murdoch.
But never underestimate a woman—her yearning for beauty and her determination to become beautiful. For a second development, she wouldn't mind if something happened.
"It has nothing to do with whether you can or not. The main thing is… I'm not that kind of casual person." Qin Mo said righteously.
Want a second development?
You have to pay more!
Ch: 101
I'm actually not bad either…"
Natasha mumbled softly. Over the years, the people who pursued her could line up from S.H.I.E.L.D. Towerto France.
Just based on her external appearance, without even having the chance to display the seductive arts she learned in the Red Room, so many men pursued her.
If she were to use her seductive arts, who knows how many men would fall at her feet.
Noticing that Qin Mo was still unmoved, she blurted out, "Why can they date?"
It's all over the World now, rumors about the long princesses of Korean chaebols, and princesses from various European consortia and royal families, all having dated Murdoch…
The best proof is how those princesses, who used to have scrawny figures, have now become full and voluptuous.
Qin Mo spread his hands: "They paid."
"I can date too, I can pay too."
Natasha put on a look that said, "I'm rich": "How much do you want?"
Qin Mo said nothing, merely extended two nimble fingers, subconsciously using the Kato finger technique…
"2 million?"
Seeing the other party smile without speaking, Natashatook a deep breath and continued to raise the price: "20 million?"
"200 million U.S. dollars!" Qin Mo confessed honestly.
"What the Fire!" Natasha's eyes widened: "200 million, are you f*cking diamond-encrusted?"
If she wasn't crazy, then the World was.
She, a great beauty with a curvaceous figure, would not only have to pay him, but also an additional 200 million?
Natasha's gaze dropped—a diamond?
"Agent Romanoff, as long as you work hard to make money, you can achieve it one day!"
"No." Natasha waved her hand: "Director, just pretend I never asked. I've put down the case file. Goodbye."
How much money did she make in a year?
She couldn't afford it, really couldn't afford it.
Let alone 200 million, when she increased it to 20 million just now, she already felt regret, fearing that Murdoch would nod in agreement.
She was truly short on cash; she couldn't possibly take out a loan to date, could she?
That would be a completely idiotic act.
"Take care, Agent Romanoff. Even if the price goes up in the future, I will always keep this price for you."
Returning to her desk dejectedly, Natasha finally realized—just how rich Murdoch was.
The wealth contributed by those chaebols and royal princesses alone had probably exceeded tens of billions.
"That dog, he's really rich."
Just a few dates, and he earns more than most listed companies do in a year.
In this dog-eat-dog World, she had worked hard for many years and couldn't even afford a Villa in New York.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
After reviewing the case file, Qin Mo discovered that, as expected, the so-called Snezhnaya personnel was indeed Ivan Vanko.
It's just that S.H.I.E.L.D. had not yet investigated where Hammer was hiding Ivan Vanko.
Just then, Dr. Zola also transmitted all the collected information to his phone.
Qin Mo immediately clicked to read it for a while, gaining a general understanding of Hammer Industries.
As a U.S. defense contractor, Hammer Industries was primarily responsible for providing weapons and equipment to the U.S. military, with most of its enterprises being in the physical industry.
Similar to Stark Industries in previous years, compared to internet companies, their valuations were not high.
This was due to the high initial investment and long return cycle of physical enterprises, while financial investments focused more on short-term earnings expectations and liquidity.
Just as Qin Mo and Zola were discussing how to profit from Hammer Industries using their God's-eye view of information asymmetry.
Justin Hammer, the head of Hammer Industries, was also discussing something with someone.
"Ivan, how much longer until the Army, Navy, and Air Force armors can be delivered? The Military is getting impatient."
Ivan Vanko, a toothpick in his mouth, said without looking back: "Follow my pace; that's what we agreed on before we cooperated."
If he hadn't been unable to find a suitable partner, he wouldn't have bothered with Hammer, this idiot.
He was completely insane.
He insisted on creating some human-controlled armor, saying that the audience would like it.
Did he, Ivan Vanko, cross the ocean and smuggle himself into Great America just to act like a Joker and perform for the audience?
No, he came only for revenge.
He not only wanted to defeat Stark physically but also to shatter Iron Man's superhero image.
Even if he failed, he would expose Stark's weakness as a mortal and shake public adoration for him.
Ivan Vanko had no intention of returning alive.
All of this was due to the grievances between their fathers.
Many years ago, Ivan's father, Anton Vanko, was a partner of Tony's father, Howard Stark, and they jointly developed the Arc Reactor technology.
But just as they were about to succeed.
Anton was expelled from Great America by Howardand exiled to Siberia for selling weapons to Terrorists.
For many years thereafter, Anton died in poverty, still harboring hatred for the Stark family until his death.
Before he died, Anton Vanko witnessed Tony's brilliant achievements and admonished his son:
"Everything he possesses should have belonged to our family."
This further fueled Ivan's resentment towards the Starkfamily, and he used his father's leftover blueprints to create the Whiplash Armor and Arc Reactor.
He intended to destroy Stark Industries and kill Tony, thereby settling the humiliation of their fathers.
Both father and son believed that Tony's wealth and status stemmed from unfair treatment.
If Anton had not been expelled back then, perhaps Stark Industries would belong to their family now.
(●—●)
Originally, Ivan planned to go directly to Great America, but the presence of that man made him quite apprehensive.
Whenever he thought of King Murdoch single-handedly beating up Hulk and Abomination, Ivan felt a headache.
He couldn't win, he really couldn't.
Since he was preparing for revenge, he had to consider all factors.
It was based on this that he chose to cooperate with Justin Hammer, leveraging Hammer's obsession to surpass Tony, and using Hammer Industries' resources to create more armors.
If one couldn't win, then make ten.
If ten weren't enough, then a hundred, a thousand.
All fear comes from insufficient Firepower.
Ivan Vanko believed that as long as the Firepower was sufficient, even a man as strong as him would not be able to stop him from taking revenge on Stark.
"Don't worry." Ivan said to Hammer: "The day the armors are delivered is the day you achieve your success. His life is mine, his company is yours."
Hearing this, Hammer's impending rage instantly extinguished.
Hammer knew that this might be his only chance in his life to completely defeat Tony Stark.
"Alright, let's work hard together."
Just as he was about to leave, Hammer casually asked: "I'm not quite satisfied with the location of the press conference. Do you have any good suggestions?"
Ivan Vanko smiled wickedly: "How about Stark Expo?"
Upon hearing this, Hammer's eyes immediately lit up.
Is there anything more exciting than unveiling Stark's famous armor at the Stark Expo?
Since they had already decided to show their true colors, they might as well go all the way with the humiliation.
Hammer's laughter became increasingly unrestrained.
"This place… it's brilliant. This is it. I'll notify people to change the location now."
Ch: 102
Hyde Garden, Villa No. 1.
A subterranean garage spanning approximately three thousand square meters.
This was a subterranean Base Qin Mo created by connecting and rebuilding the underground garages of Villa No. 1 and Villa No. 2.
At this moment, the Three Stooges were bidding farewell to Lockdown.
Hot Rod clasped his fists and said, "Brother Lockdown, once Boss finds a new ride, the few of us will come find you."
Originally, they were prepared to follow Boss and join the Avengers, but then they heard they could go off-world and become space pirates.
They completely forgot about the Avengers.
Not familiar, truly not familiar.
Given the power of Galaxy Glaze, they had already met no match on Earth, so it was better to head into the vast Universe.
It wasn't that Earth was bad; it was just that, compared to Earth, the Universe was much vaster and more open.
Without restrictions, they could also unleash their true nature.
"Brothers," Lockdown returned the gesture, clasping his fists, "Your elder brother will go scout ahead first. We'll meet again."
Shadow: "We'll meet again."
Hot Rod: "We'll meet again."
Mechanical Dog pawed its front claws: "We'll meet again."
Seeing this scene, Qin Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Alright, you guys, it's not like I'm not letting you come home."
He strongly suspected that the Four Stooges watched too many melodramatic TV shows, which was why they had become so wishy-washy.
"Hey, Boss, you go ahead and be busy."
Under the envious gazes of the Three Stooges, Boss and Lockdown instantly vanished.
Two minutes later, Qin Mo returned.
"Hot Rod, to Stark Industries."
"Alright, please hold on tight."
Currently, the Murdoch Firm had reopened for business, with Queen Skye personally leading fifty Shadow Ninjas to oversee operations, and Shadow assisting with the work.
Upon hearing the news of the reopening, the part-time fanatic Blade specifically came over to pick up a part-time job.
This was because, at the current time, the Avengers had no use for their skills.
Inspired by the last spy capture, S.H.I.E.L.D., the FBI, the CIA, and even the NYPD were patrolling everywhere as if they had suddenly seen the light, looking for opportunities to make money.
They looked at everyone as if they were spies or criminals.
Even a dog passing by on the street would be interrogated one by one.
The Avengers, on the other hand, had become a mere decoration.
Not only was Blade idle, but Bruce Banner, who was affiliated with the Avengers, was actually thriving at Mango Car Company; for the past few months, no one even realized Bruce had been absent from work.
Approximately twenty minutes later, Shadow smoothly parked in the parking lot.
The main purpose of this visit was to consult with the think tank about the feasibility of selling habitable Planets on Earth.
Nano Technology Laboratory.
Qin Mo pushed open the door: "Oi, geniuses, want to eat something first?"
Three pairs of panda eyes looked at the wall clock, only then realizing it was time to eat again.
Noticing that Zhao Hailun and Dr. Ethan looked a bit off, Qin Mo kindly reminded them.
"Tony, don't treat them like Japanese people."
Tony froze in place; he had understood the subtext: these two are mortals, go easy on them.
"Then... should I give them an injection?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Mo extended his hand: "That'll be 200 million U.S. dollars per injection."
He had always believed in fair dealings; if he sold it to others for 200 million, his own people naturally had to pay the same price.
After only a moment of hesitation, Tony's obsession with nanotechnology made him instantly make up his mind.
"Jarvis, transfer the money."
Truly worthy of being the second-ranked big brother, Qin Mo gave a thumbs up: "Excellent!"
At this moment, Zhao Hailun and Dr. Ethan, who had been engrossed in eating, finally reacted: this was the rhythm of them being injected with the serum.
"No, Tony, no..."
"Yeah, my life isn't even worth 200 million dollars."
"Listen to me," Tony waved his hand, "We're all friends, don't be polite with me."
In fact, this was a decision he made after careful consideration.
To apply nanotechnology to practice as soon as possible, the 400 million dollar investment would be just a bit of pocket money compared to the profits gained.
"King, do you have it in stock?"
"Here," Qin Mo's palm faced upward, and two Perfect Five-Five Serums instantly appeared.
Seeing the three people's dumbfounded expressions, he secretly thought, "Oh no, I subconsciously over-showed off."
Zhao Hailun leaned over: "magic?"
"magic trick," Qin Mo's expression was normal, "Do you know David Copperfield? Watch more of his videos, the principle is very simple."
"First like this, then like this, and then like this."
Watching Qin Mo skillfully perform magic tricks, Zhao Hailun rubbed her eyes and sighed with emotion: "As expected of an idol."
I really want to push him down.
"Compared to this, I suggest you and Dr. Ethan each find a hidden room... and lie down."
Tony pointed to the back door of the laboratory: "There are some back there, and the soundproofing is very good."
"Why?"
"It's going to hurt a bit."
After tying up the two injection subjects separately, Qin Mo injected the serum into their bodies... and then ignored their screams as he tightly closed the door.
"Tony, help me calculate something."
"Calculate what?" Tony asked, picking up a hamburger.
Finding a clean blackboard in the laboratory, Qin Mobegan to write and draw on it.
"What if... I mean, hypothetically, if a habitable Planetwere pushed into the Solar System and auctioned off, what impact would it have on Earth?"
Tony: (●—●)
"Habitable Planet? Push into the Solar System? Auction?"
"King, have you gone crazy from poverty?"
Could a normal person ask such a question? Besides going crazy from poverty, Tony couldn't think of any other reason.
He admitted that King was powerful, but finding a habitable Planet, moving it into the Solar System, and auctioning it off was too magical, definitely beyond human capability.
"Big brother," Qin Mo tapped the blackboard twice heavily, "I said hypothetically, understand?"
Hearing this, Tony thought seriously for a moment: "A hypothesis without any scientific basis is a delusion."
"Shit, just assume I'm delusional..."
Rarely seeing the other party frustrated, Tony naturally wanted to prolong it: "If it's a delusion, would you still care about what impact it would have?"
"You old bastard."
Raising an international friendly gesture, Qin Mo finally realized that everything just now was intentionally done by the dog Tony.
"Cool," Tony came to the blackboard, "First, how big is your so-called habitable Planet?"
"About the same size as Earth."
"Alright, second question, where do you plan to put it?"
Without waiting for Qin Mo to answer, Tony continued: "Only within the habitable zone, at a moderate distance from the Sun, can it maintain liquid Water, stable temperatures, and an atmosphere."
"Which is the current position of Earth."
"Of course, besides Earth, the positions of Venus and Mars are also barely suitable."
"Other positions are either too close to the Sun, resulting in extremely high temperatures, or too far, resulting in extremely low planetary temperatures, neither of which is suitable for human survival."
After saying this, Tony added another sentence.
"I can only think of this much. I suggest you consult a professional astronomer."
"Thanks," Qin Mo rubbed his head.
Indeed, pushing a habitable Planet into the Solar System for auction was a bit too naive.
As for consulting a professional, he subconsciously thought of Thor's girlfriend Jane Foster's mentor: ErikSelvig, a renowned Dr. of Astronomy.
And the F-family — Daisy Lewis.
Sliiiirp!
Ch: 103
He came with high hopes but left disappointed.
It made Qin Mo realize that earning trillions from auctioning habitable Planets was truly not that easy.
Of course, he had no intention of giving up just yet.
This might be the largest sum he could earn, because for humans, only the first exoplanet that is habitable would have the highest value.
Due to the population limit of Earthlings, it would not be possible to support large-scale, frequent immigration later on.
If he truly couldn't manage to auction the habitable Planet within the Solar System, it wouldn't matter; he could just go to Kamar-Taj and become the Sorcerer Supreme at the invitation of Sorcerer Ancient One.
Then, for one business deal, he would collect fees twice.
Once for auctioning the habitable Planet.
And then, when the Kamar-Taj sorcerers opened the portal for immigration work, he would charge an additional teleportation fee.
"I truly live up to my name." Qin Mo gave himself a thumbs-up.
After years of using his pay-to-win cheat, his mind was filled with how to make money and how to maximize his profits.
For example, the recipients of the loyalty potion earlier, or coercing Zola to hand over his private stash, and now plotting against Hammer Industries, were all just for making money.
Compared to fighting and killing, he preferred making money.
Perhaps his biggest failure was when he only dared to ask for 5 million when he took on the mission to find Tony.
There was nothing he could do; he was too timid back then.
Even with all his imagination, the largest amount he could think of was only 5 million.
He was too naive back then.
Unlike now, he had become a sweet dumpling that was white on the outside and black on the inside.
Leaving Stark Industries Park, Qin Mo sighed: Kamar-Taj was actually a mess too.
Led by Sorcerer Supreme Gu Yi, all the sorcerers under her, including those from the three Sanctums, were burdened with loans...
Taking over as Sorcerer Supreme would most likely mean losing money.
This conflicted with his starting point of making money.
But when he thought about the sky-high price of selling a habitable Planet and the multiple fees for future interstellar immigration, he felt his heart stir.
Before going to discuss with Ancient One, or waiting for Ancient One to visit again, he planned to meet Dr. ErikSelvig to make an early move.
It was definitely not because of F-cups.
Hmm, definitely not.
Among all the beauties who had appeared in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Qin Mo was only interested in a limited few.
Especially after being baptized by many princesses, there weren't many women who could still interest him now.
Ayesha, the High Priestess of the Sovereign, was one.
Tell me, who wouldn't be captivated by the long legs of a 1.90-meter-tall golden person?
Jessica Alba's Invisible Woman was also to his aesthetic taste, but unfortunately, she wasn't in the MCU.
Scarlet Witch Wanda, compared to the currently wandering Wanda, Qin Mo felt that Wanda after her blackening was more attractive.
That's why he had never contacted Wanda all these years.
Nurse Bingbing, who had a fleeting appearance in 'Iron Man 3', was actually worth seeing too.
He'd have Dr. Zola check again later.
Finally.
There was the F-cup family he was currently looking for: Daisy Lewis (Max from 2 Broke Girls).
F... he really hadn't tried that yet.
Ding-dong~
Seeing the address sent by Zola, Qin Mo smiled knowingly; having an artificial intelligence was indeed useful, much better than him using the S.H.I.E.L.D.intelligence network to search.
Qin Mo rarely used the S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence system to find people, fearing it would attract Nick Fury's attention.
When he first joined S.H.I.E.L.D., he thought about selling intelligence to make money, but he never found an opportunity and never truly profited from it.
Following the address sent by Zola, he drove to New York University, where Dr. Erik Selvig was currently serving as a visiting Professor.
And among the students he taught—Jane Foster and Daisy Lewis were prominently listed.
He had no interest in stealing Thor's wife.
Thor was already pitiful enough; if Jane Foster was also taken by him... well, it wasn't impossible.
At least Thor wouldn't have to experience the additional pain of losing his girlfriend.
He could just be the King of Asgard obediently.
The main campus of New York University is located in Lower Manhattan, without a main gate; its campus is integrated with New York, primarily identified by purple flags, school name signs, and torch symbols.
It is one of the largest private universities in the United States.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. pass on his windshield allowed Qin Moto come and go freely.
Activating his telepathy to shield the perceptions of those around him, he finally arrived at Selvig's laboratory.
Knock, knock, knock~
"Come in."
When Qin Mo pushed the door open and withdrew his telepathy, the three people inside abruptly stood up with screams.
"King? Oh my God!!"
The way Americans get excited always carries a bit of a stereotype.
In Qin Mo's view, they seemed unable to think of any other way to express excitement besides shouting "Oh yeah" or "Wow" and similar catchphrases.
But the next second, he realized he was wrong.
Without warning, two soft sensations suddenly bumped into his arms; Daisy Lewis and Jane Foster tightly clamped his arms, one on each side.
It seemed only by holding on so tightly could they confirm that the person in front of them wasn't an illusion.
It was truly their idol arriving.
Even Dr. Erik Selvig, who was usually composed, had long lost his usual calm.
"Hello, Mr. Murdoch."
Over the past year, thanks to the tireless promotion by Hua Shi Ren, almost no one in the Great America didn't know: King Murdoch.
Especially in the eyes of young people, Murdoch was equivalent to Captain America in the hearts of the older generation.
He even surpassed him.
A handsome, upright, politically correct superhero with power comparable to a god suddenly appearing in front of them—excitement was already a restrained emotion.
And don't forget, for women, being Murdoch's girlfriend could also lead to secondary development...
It really stacked all the buffs.
"Hello, Dr. Selvig."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries and calming down the two female fans, Qin Mo finally stated his purpose after they were all seated.
"Dr., I'm quite interested in astronomy and have some not-so-mature ideas."
Erik Selvig was a bit flustered.
"Mr. Murdoch, let's just exchange ideas."
When he heard about the appearance of a habitable Planet and what impact it would have on human society if humans could find a way to immigrate, Erik stood up again.
"You found it?"
Erik had no doubt about whether the other party could leave Earth; in his opinion, Murdoch could definitely do it.
"Just chatting."
In reality, Qin Mo had already given up on the idea of pushing the habitable Planet into the Solar System for auction; that idea was too outlandish.
It might scare away the Purple Potato Monster.
His main purpose for coming this time was to personally witness the F-cup, and incidentally discuss the possible impact on Earth after interstellar immigration.
He had made up his mind to become the Sorcerer Supreme.
After all, Kamar-Taj had a group of magic-wielding beasts, which should earn him a lot of money.
Even if the sorcerers were burdened with huge debts.
If it really didn't work, he would just take the Ultimate Nullifier and go to the Vishanti trinity and say.
"I'm here to bargain."
Isn't this more intimidating than the Time Stone?
Ch: 104
New York University, Shavig Laboratory.
As the conversation deepened, the young man and woman gradually became more familiar with each other. Taking advantage of their mentor stepping out to answer a call, Daisy quickly asked,
"King, it's rumored that after becoming your girlfriend, one's figure will improve. Is that true?"
Every time Qin Mo heard this question, he felt like he was being observed as a guinea pig.
"Daisy, leave some room for the other girls."
He couldn't even imagine what F would evolve into?
Besides being visually impactful, being too big isn't actually good. D... F is already the limit.
"Hehe." Daisy confidently puffed out her chest.
At this time, she had not yet evolved into a seasoned driver; merely being praised by her idol made her feel immense happiness.
It was almost overflowing.
Jane Foster quickly put her arms in front of her. Compared to her perfectly-figured best friend, she was somewhat flat.
"Will it really get better?"
"Fake." Qin Mo shook his head.
Sometimes, the more you deny something, the more others will think you're lying, just like Jane Foster now.
"But... the Spanish princess said you were her most satisfying and only boyfriend in this life..."
After much thought, Qin Mo finally remembered who the Spanish princess was. This princess was about to ascend to the throne, unlike those princesses who had no chance of becoming queen.
"We indeed had a pleasant time."
More than pleasant, there was also money to be made, which was absolutely exhilarating.
"So, do you have a girlfriend now?"
"You know, I'm usually quite busy."
To ensure Thor wouldn't suffer so much in the future, Qin Mo decided to sacrifice himself for Jane.
Let him bear all the pain.
He is just that selfless and benevolent.
Jane and Daisy, still studying at university, were in a relatively reserved stage. After exchanging contact information, Qin Mo stood up to leave.
Having a sweet romance is a life adjustment; working hard to earn money is the main theme of life!
After their idol left, Daisy looked at her best friend and cut straight to the chase: "Well, if you don't go for it, I will."
"A man like this, if you miss him, you'll never get another chance."
Jane rubbed her head: "Let me think about it again."
The love she yearned for was a soul connection, not mixed with any other motives.
Of course, if it could be a win-win: having a soul-connected romance while also improving her figure...
Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?
After a moment of thought, Jane couldn't help but reach out and pinch her best friend's well-developed pectorals a couple of times...
So soft, so bouncy, so supple...
Her yearning for beauty and her madness to become beautiful finally made Jane make up her mind.
"Daisy, I've decided. I'm going to pursue him."
"Hey." Daisy grinned mischievously: "How about we pursue him together?"
At this very second, Thor, far away in Asgard, suddenly felt a pang of unease, as if something extremely important was about to leave him.
Among people, the order of appearance is very important.
While Thor was still swinging his Meow-Meow Hammer and drinking in Asgard, the perfect man Qin Mo had already entered Jane's life.
"Thor, don't space out, have two more drinks."
The drinking challenge from the Heavenly Palacewarrior instantly made Thor forget his unease, and he rejoined the drinking contest.
In another year, Thor Odinson would be crowned King of Asgard.
As a King, he had everything, so how could he lose anything?
Whoever dared to snatch what belonged to him, he would surely smash their dog head with his Meow-Meow Hammer.
...
Hyde Garden, Villa No. 1.
Lying on the sofa, Qin Mo was playing with Kanna. His youngest sister suddenly wasn't clinging to him anymore, which made him feel inexplicably sad.
It seemed that compared to his firm chest, Kannapreferred to lie in Thor's soft embrace.
Indeed, everyone loves the D family.
He was different; he was more benevolent.
Not only was he obsessed with the D family, but he loved all models from A to F and was very willing to try them out firsthand.
It's still the same saying: only by trying it yourself do you understand if it suits you.
After witnessing it firsthand, Qin Mo believed that both the curvaceous Daisy and the long-haired Jane were quite suitable for him.
Whether it was being a playboy or being smitten by beauty.
In any case, dating two astrophysics students would save him even consultation fees in the future.
Their descendants' intelligence should not be too low either.
Days passed, and before he knew it, it was already June.
Compared to last year, perhaps due to the upcoming Assembly Member election at the end of the year, Qin Mo was now even busier.
Since Assembly Members must be at least 25 years old, and Senators must be at least 30, he could only run for Assembly Member.
However, with Dr. Zola and Pierce's covert promotion, his election faced almost no pressure.
Hearing that Murdoch was preparing to run for Assembly Member, Nick Fury was particularly concerned, even personally coming to express his support.
"Murdoch, don't worry, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. is your backing. We all support you."
Qin Mo understood why Nick Fury would do this.
The Great America Constitution stipulates that members of Congress may not hold federal government executive positions during their term.
The reason for this is the Great America's system of checks and balances with three separate powers: legislative, executive, and judicial powers are strictly separated to prevent a single entity from simultaneously holding multiple powers.
If Qin Mo were elected Assembly Member, he would have to resign from his position as Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
One can only say that Nick Fury was too naive. A problem he could think of, would Qin Mo not think of it?
After resigning as Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., King Murdock would serve as the Great America's representative on the Security Council, becoming Nick Fury's direct superior.
The original Assembly Member, Gideon Malick, was hired as a Hua Shi Ren consultant.
This was a decision made jointly by Hua Shi Ren Ellis, Assembly Member Gideon, Security Council Minister Pierce, and Qin Mo.
It could also be called a transaction.
Pierce and Qin Mo supported the Hua Shi Ren's re-election, and after Pierce's term ended, he would run for Hua Shi Ren.
Everything was clearly arranged.
In the past six months, through the tireless efforts of Pierce and Zola, the mall balance had reached 96 billion, just one step away from the goal of 100 billion.
Shorting Hammer Industries.
Actually, he could also wait until next month for the proceeds from the HYDRA asset liquidation to arrive.
But perhaps fate was on his side. On June 19, 2009, Hammer Industries would hold a triple-force mech press conference at the Stark Expo.
After years of waiting, he finally saw a chance to win.
Justin Hammer was like a madman, sending out invitations worldwide; even Qin Mo received several.
This posture seemed to indicate that he was ready to fiercely belittle Tony at the press conference, while simultaneously proving to the global audience that Justin Hammer was never inferior to anyone!
However, Qin Mo was not planning to attend. He wanted to make a heroic entrance at the most crucial moment, adding fuel to his Assembly Member election campaign at the end of the year.
As for the invitations, Qin Mo gave them to his current girlfriend Jane Foster, and her best friend Daisy...
As the saying goes, 'a woman pursuing a man is separated by a thin veil.' After three months of Jane's fierce pursuit, he reluctantly accepted her as his girlfriend.
Skye? Skye is his younger sister...
Ch: 105
Stark Expo.
Just like the New Year, the entire Expo was decorated with lights and filled with a festive atmosphere.
As night fell, Justin Hammer eagerly stood at the VIP entrance, welcoming the arriving guests.
To showcase Hammer Industries' creativity to a global audience, he spent tens of millions of dollars to livestream the press conference worldwide.
Under the flashing lights, Hammer wore a custom Armani suit, his shoes shined brightly, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose made him look like a domineering CEO.
"Mr. Osborn, welcome."
"Hammer, well done, you didn't disgrace yourself."
"Senator Stern, welcome, welcome."
"Go Hammer!"
New York City's political dignitaries and celebrities, television stations from all over the U.S., and globally renowned news media were almost all in attendance.
If nothing unexpected happened, the Hammer Industries press conference was destined to surpass the Mango Phone press conference and become the most successful press conference since the new century.
"...Welcome, welcome."
Looking at the two beautiful ladies, Hammer gave a mechanical smile.
He didn't remember these two in the VIP invitation, but it didn't matter, as long as the important guests arrived.
Unfortunately, that man didn't come.
Hammer was envious, jealous, and hateful about Tonygaining Mr. Murdoch's friendship.
Why?
They were both second-generation rich from Militaryfamilies, so why did Tony Stark get all the good things? Justin Hammer wasn't bad either.
Tonight, he would wash away years of humiliation.
He would prove to the world: Iron Man Armor and Arc Reactors would no longer belong exclusively to Tony Stark.
In the VIP section, Da Xiong Mei Daisy mumbled, "Jane, why isn't your boyfriend here?"
She deeply regretted why she had asked her best friend if she should pursue her idol back then.
Now, her best friend got what she wanted, not only successfully winning over their idol, but her figure also underwent a second development, expanding from B to C+...
Although it wasn't as big as hers, it depended on the person.
Jane's temperament perfectly matched a C+, too large would be disharmonious, unless it was a woman with a charming temperament like hers who could handle an F...
"You know, he's quite busy, and he's running for senator at the end of the year..."
As if just mentioning her boyfriend, Jane's upturned lips were as sweet as if they were coated in honey.
She was very glad she had decided to pursue King back then... If she had missed out, she might feel as frustrated as Daisy did now.
"You know..." Daisy exaggeratedly mimicked.
Her mindset was severely imbalanced now, with a feeling of: fearing her best friend was struggling, but also fearing her best friend driving a Land Rover.
Her best friend wasn't just driving a Land Rover now; she was with a man like a god.
Last week, she accidentally overheard her best friend and her idol making love, it didn't stop all night...
Regret, alas, but there's no medicine for regret in the world.
If God gave her a chance to choose again, she would definitely go after him directly, and at worst, share him with her best friend after she got him.
"Excuse me, please move."
Seeing who it was, the two women quickly pulled their legs back. After the person sat down, Daisy quietly whispered.
"The female CEO of Stark Industries, I heard she had something going on with your boyfriend."
Jane secretly peeked: "No way."
"Why not? Look, the Daily Bugle reported last year that her figure wasn't as good before. Besides your boyfriend, who else could do that?"
"Oh, oh." Jane smiled without speaking.
After getting together with her boyfriend, she realized how ridiculous the rumors were. It was clearly a serum injection, but they insisted on saying she was dating her boyfriend.
Pfft, a bunch of cheap women.
"Hammer and Stark are sworn enemies, right?"
"What if they are sworn enemies? Look, Hammer's press conference is also being held at Stark Expo."
As the two women chatted, the press conference officially began.
As the curtain opened, Hammer, surrounded by a group of blonde, long-legged, big-breasted women, tiptoed and danced to the music rhythm to the center of the stage.
Hammer spread his arms, and the music abruptly stopped.
"Yeah!!!"
Hammer closed his eyes, immersed in the immense joy of impending success.
Click, click, click ~ Flashbulbs flashed madly.
A holographic projection lit up on the main stage, playing none other than Tony Stark's classic "I am Iron Man" press conference clip.
After the video finished, Hammer raised the microphone:
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us thank Mr. Stark for providing so much to the Military industry..."
At this moment, the video screen suddenly switched to: Tony's drunken embarrassing photo.
...entertainment material."
The audience below burst into laughter.
On stage, Hammer elegantly snapped his fingers, and three Armors descended from the sky.
"Some people say high-tech should be like a work of art?" Hammer mimicked Tony's tone.
"But unfortunately, some people's works of art..." He pointed to the rusty Mark 1 model in the picture: "Can't even afford rust-proof paint."
"While Hammer Industries' Tidal Underwater Armor allows you to open champagne at the bottom of the sea!"
Clap, clap, clap ~ The applause below was like thunder.
Taking a deep breath, Hammer put away the smile on his face: "True geniuses shouldn't treat technology as their own toy."
At this moment, the video screen switched again, showing Tony refusing to hand over the Mark Armortechnology.
"We, Hammer Industries, are only here to let every soldier wear an Armor cheaper than a Ferrari and go home to eat Thanksgiving turkey!"
In the front row of the VIP section, Senator Stern, who had been rejected by Tony many times, was applauding madly.
Led by the shills, the entire audience cheered.
"Hammer! Hammer! Hammer!"
In this second, Hammer felt more ecstatic than lighting eighteen black girls at once.
He finally tasted success.
Awesome!!!
At this moment, the exhibition screen suddenly played: surveillance footage of Hammer trying to buy an Arc Reactor years ago, being rejected.
"Oh, I almost forgot this part..."
Frantically closing the screen, Hammer stood on stage with tears in his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
"Stark, you said back then that Hammer Industries was only fit to make coffee machines."
As soon as he finished speaking, the exhibition floor cracked open, and fifty Armors formed a formation: the Army, Navy, and Air Force phalanx.
Not only that, but even around the audience seats, giant figures also stood up.
As hundreds of Armors collectively saluted, Hammerspread his arms, his voice becoming incredibly passionate.
"Now these coffee machines are enough to buy you a lifetime of espresso!"
"Army, Navy, and Air Force Armors, so that every soldier no longer bleeds!"
The atmosphere was explosive. Up to this point, if nothing unexpected happened next, the press conference could be called perfectly successful.
The continuous applause from the audience made Hammer feel soaringly good...
"I finally did it."
"Thank you, Ivan."
Hearing the voice from his earpiece, Ivan Vanko, far away in the underground Base of Hammer Industrial Park, smiled wickedly.
"You're welcome, boy,"
"Hope you enjoy your upcoming part."