Full payment!" Agent Jasper Sitwell's lavish demeanor made Fisher want to slap a big label on him: a gullible rich guy, come quickly.
"Agent Sitwell, your agency is truly generous. How about this, I'll give you a discount. Once the military order is completed, you can get the goods first!" Fisher narrowed his eyes, then enthusiastically shook Agent Sitwell's hand.
Indians, huh? Fisher remembered what happened in his previous life when the Russians sold the INS Vikramaditya aircraft carrier to India. The Indian generals were so drunk on vodka they became idiots, and then the carrier had constant problems after arriving in India. It was repaired year after year, and tons of money were dumped into the Indian Ocean, but the carrier remained the same mess.
"That's not necessary, Mr. Fisher, you are too kind!" Agent Sitwell was secretly delighted. Although he was a senior official in the Protection Bureau, usually responsible for all sorts of important affairs, and had dealt with various types of people, this was the first time he had been welcomed so warmly, which made him feel a bit light-headed.
"Just stick to the original price. Our agency is paid for by the United Nations, we're not short on cash!" Sitwell waved his hand dismissively. Anyway, he wouldn't get any personal benefit from this money, so he completely forgot Director Nick Fury's instruction to save as much money as possible before he came.
"In that case, you'll buy it at the original price, and I'll give you a 15% discount. The remaining money will be considered as personnel training fees and equipment maintenance fees. After deducting these expenses, the rest will go to Agent Sitwell!"
"Ah, this!" Sitwell felt a moment of bewilderment. He had received kickbacks before when procuring supplies for the bureau, but those were small sums, in the hundreds of thousands. This time, the kickback for 200,000 sets of powered exoskeleton armor would leave him with 300 million.
At this moment, Agent Sitwell wanted to swear brotherhood with Fisher, cutting a chicken's head and burning yellow paper. Three hundred million, and in greenbacks! It would take him hundreds of years to earn that much working under the bald guy.
"This isn't quite right!" Although he said this, the bald man's actions were completely different.
"It's nothing. Your agency serves the United Nations, and you must work very hard every day. Consider it coffee money for the brothers!" Fisher waved his hand dismissively. Combining his memories from his previous life, Fisher understood that the bald man wasn't a very important character in Hydra, nor was he a tough guy. He was quite dedicated to his work. If that's the case, then why not give the bald man a new boss?
Actually, when Fisher shook hands with the bald man, he had already tried to penetrate his thoughts, but it seemed the bald man had received special training from S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra, and subconsciously, he was still wary of Fisher. Since that was the case, Fisher decided to cater to his desires and first thoroughly corrupt him with a sugar-coated bullet.
It must be said that America is heaven. A wave of kickbacks had already bridged the gap between Fisher and the bald man. The bald man even patted his shoulder and said that if anything ever came up, he should just call him, and there was nothing their XXXX agency couldn't handle.
And Fisher also stated that Gigas had good stuff besides EXO. "Look at our Titan transformable tanks, look at our Xi'an VTOL transport aircraft, or at least look at conventional weapons, caseless rifles, plasma rifles, multi-functional launchers. I'm telling you, buy a rifle and get accessories, buy ten planes and get missiles. If all else fails, consider our drones!"
The long list made Jasper dizzy. Looking at the various discounted bundles, coupled with Fisher's hints, Agent Jasper Sitwell immediately stated that for a conscientious corporation like Gigas, they, as a government agency, should strongly support them. So, he made a call to Nick Fury.
"Director, I took a look around Gigas, and I found that many of their company's products are quite good. They're cheaper than Stark Industries, but the quality is pretty much the same. What do you think!"
"Didn't I approve the budget for you? You handle it yourself!" Nick Fury's attention was completely on Tony Stark at the moment, so he didn't pay attention to Jasper's suggestion and directly gave him the decision-making power. After speaking, Nick Fury hung up the phone.
"Damn it, he's not making things easy for me at all!" The Motherf***er scratched his bald head. Tony Stark's father was a veteran of the Department of Homeland Security and Strategic Protection. Although he had passed away, that connection still existed. For various reasons, Nick Fury had to give him some consideration. Therefore, after the Obadiah incident, Nick Fury sent his capable subordinate, Phil Coulson, with an action team to track down Obadiah. Unfortunately, due to the complex local relationships, Coulson's team made slow progress. According to Coulson's report, they had raided four or five local gang hideouts, seizing hundreds of pounds of 'flour,' but they hadn't found a single trace of Obadiah.
"This is impossible. Did Obadiah really go into the rainforest? Find him by any means necessary, and deal with him!" Nick Fury stated that he still needed to find a way to pull Stark into his super-boy group, and a pledge of allegiance was essential!
With Nick Fury's authorization, the bald man let loose. Fisher placed three or four PDAs in front of him, all displaying Gigas's related products. The bald man simply waved his hand and said, "Buy, buy, buy."
The budget of S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been a mystery. In Avengers 1, they had a helicarrier, fully loaded with F-35 fighter jets. All these assets combined would not be possible without at least 100 billion US dollars. A Ford-class aircraft carrier costs over 10 billion, so that helicarrier would have to be at least three times that, if not more. And in Captain America 2, they didn't even bat an eye when they built three newer Insight helicarriers. These were all green US dollars, and their lavishness made Fisher drool with envy.
Since there was now an opportunity to fleece S.H.I.E.L.D. heavily, no, an opportunity to continuously milk the big spender, why not? It's worth noting that at the Gigas Iraq factory, the keel of the Hecatoncheires had already been laid, and the main construction of the two armament giants, named Liberty and Justice, had been completed. Now they were just waiting for the mass accelerator in Florida. In fact, geographically speaking, countries near the equator like Indonesia and Brazil would be more convenient, but Gigas had no foundation in those places, so they had to settle for Florida. The governor, state government, and even the National Guard there were all part of the Boston financial faction, making it more convenient to place it there.
The construction of these projects and weapons had already pushed Gigas's finances to the point of being in the red, not to mention OPEC's constant calls for increased production. Although the oil fields controlled by Gigas had good output, the income was like a rollercoaster. Now, to open up new revenue streams, Fisher was even considering directly overthrowing several resource-rich small countries in Africa.
Speaking of Africa, Fisher suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten a certain sacred place in the hearts of black people—Wakanda!
"Uh, speaking of which, Agent Sitwell, you just said you've been to Africa, right?" Fisher asked casually.
"That's right. We went there to apprehend smugglers and warlords. It was very hot there, but luckily I'm bald, so it was much easier than for my comrades!"
"Oh, then have you ever heard of a place called Wakanda?"
"Wakanda? Yes, I've heard of it. They produce wood and handicrafts there!"
"Oh, I heard before that they produce Vibranium there. This stuff is too rare; we only managed to get a little from the European black market, and all that Vibranium was used in our satellites. Although we can manage without Vibranium, you know, we military industrial companies always want to build the best stuff, and naturally, we need the best materials!"
"Cough, cough, actually, Mr. Fisher," Sitwell coughed and then leaned close to Fisher's ear, whispering, "What you said is indeed correct, but even we can't have any dealings with those guys. UN investigators sent there only see thatched huts and rhinos, and as for Vibranium, there's no trace of it, so in the end, it was just left unresolved!"
"So there's no way at all?" Fisher didn't expect to get tons of Vibranium; even a dozen kilograms would do. Because of Vibranium's special properties, it would be perfect for manufacturing the high-frequency cluster laser cannons installed on the Hecatoncheires and the Armament Giants. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a way to contact Wakanda. Although he knew there was some black person living abroad, this was America, and there was no shortage of black people. Fisher didn't remember what that gentleman looked like, or even his name. He had also previously hired many mercenary groups through shell companies to try their luck, but unfortunately, they all disappeared after entering Wakanda, and Fisher wasn't prepared for an all-out conflict with Wakanda, so naturally, he couldn't send his own assault team there.
"Uh, actually, I heard there's going to be a special auction in Europe sometime soon. Mr. Fisher might want to check it out!"
"Auction?" Fisher thought of the gilded invitation sent by Macallan; it seemed that was also an auction. It looks like he absolutely had to go to this auction!
"Then many thanks, Agent Jasper!"
"Oh, no problem at all, Mr. Fisher. We are all friends, and friends should help each other. Our Protection Bureau might continue to place orders with you in the future, and when that happens, we'll need your continued support, Mr. Fisher!"
"No problem, no problem. The price will still be the same then!" Fisher said, implying something.
"Then thank you very much!" Hearing that future kickbacks would be at this standard, the bald man couldn't be happier.
Emmm, I had something to do at home today, and I'm a bit tired. Also, because relatives have been staying with us recently, I've been sleeping on the floor and haven't rested well. So today, there's only this one chapter of three thousand words. Sorry, brothers.