He already knew that Hala was from the Aryan Brotherhood.
Jessica Jones had a great talent for being a detective.
She found out that the Aryan Brotherhood was a relatively well-known gang organization in Hell's Kitchen.
Of course, being "relatively well-known" also meant that in Hell's Kitchen, you couldn't count the number of gangs of this level on two hands.
But even a gang like this...
...was not something a little lamb like him, who had no connections and no means, could deal with.
He felt as if he saw countless mouths waiting to tear him apart and swallow him.
Now, the only thing he could rely on was his own technology system.
But a problem arose.
After buying the K-01 technology, he only had a few hundred thousand left.
This could allow him to live comfortably in reality, but compared to the technologies in the system that cost millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions...
...calling it a drizzle would be an exaggeration.
That night, Nolan didn't sleep at all.
The next day, he called for Charles.
"Uncle Charles, can you help me gather the company's major shareholders?"
Charles was a little surprised.
But he still nodded.
"That's not difficult."
"Find them separately."
Nolan quickly added, he didn't want to talk to them all at once.
The first one to arrive was Campbell.
Nolan glanced at Charles, Charles frowned, and then turned and left.
"Kid, what do you want with me?"
Campbell spoke without politeness.
They had already shown their true colors, so there was no need to pretend anymore.
Nolan wasn't surprised by his attitude.
He was very sure that among the major shareholders he had called, someone definitely had the intention to kill him.
He just couldn't be sure which one.
"I need money," Nolan said directly.
"Need money?"
Campbell was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Do you think I look like I'd lend you money?"
Nolan didn't pay attention to his mockery.
"Give me one hundred million. I know you can afford it. The condition is simple: if I can't repay it within two months, my shares will be yours.
You know the earning potential of K-01 now. By getting my shares, you can get this company."
Hearing this, Campbell's breathing paused for a moment.
He wasn't sure of Nolan's purpose, but he was indeed attracted.
Although he had hired someone to kill Nolan, the benefit of directly killing him was clearly incomparable to taking all those shares for himself.
He didn't think Nolan could repay this money.
Even if he could, he would make sure things became impossible.
Seeing Campbell's attitude, Nolan knew his goal was achieved.
He did this not only to borrow money, but more importantly, to get protection.
He only needed two months.
After two months, if he found his enemies, he would naturally have a way to deal with this money.
If he couldn't find them...
...then he would abandon all his original plans and just run away.
If he couldn't be a capitalist, then being a big villain would be fine.
It's just that with the characteristics of his system, having a glamorous identity would obviously make earning money easier.
"You need to sign a contract."
"No problem."
"One hundred million? You're dreaming. I can only give you 30 million. Anything more is out of the question," Campbell continued.
"Okay, I need it in my account within three days."
Nolan agreed readily.
Getting something for nothing, whatever he could get was a gain.
Watching Campbell leave.
Nolan calculated silently.
One down.
Afterwards, he met with several other major shareholders one after another.
To each of them, he promised everything.
Afterwards, he received a total of 87 million US dollars.
This huge sum of money made his breathing somewhat heavy.
Opening the system,
all technological items from the myriad Worlds could be found here.
From miniature robots to mechanical godzilla, there was everything imaginable.
However, what he needed now was a weapon capable of killing!
Because, he was going to kill.
He had to abandon his previous foolish ideas.
In this World, sometimes only by using unscrupulous means can one live better.
He considered his specific needs.
As his first killing robot...
...it absolutely couldn't be too conspicuous, as that would make it very easy to expose.
Second, killing must be efficient.
Actually, he wanted to get a strong artificial intelligence combat robot.
But he gave up after just glancing at the price.
Even if only the intelligence reached this standard, with almost no combat ability, the price was still over a hundred million.
Out of necessity, he could only choose some cheaper products.
According to the system rules...
...the price of buying a package of robot technology was 80% of buying its sub-technologies individually.
But buying in a package inevitably included many useless technologies.
He thought for a moment.
He chose to purchase dozens of sub-technologies.
He was going to try and build his own killing weapon!
"System, open the Consciousness Lab!"
The Consciousness Lab was a system-simulated laboratory where he could conduct experiments and assembly.
After assembly was complete, he could even directly purchase physical machinery within the system.
The only problem was that physical products were too expensive.
But obviously, cost-effectiveness was not something he was considering now.
The following time was spent in research.
With all the necessary sub-technologies, coupled with his original mechanical degree from Harvard...
...everything proceeded in an orderly manner.
It wasn't until the assembly was completed that Nolan breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, it was just waiting for himself to recover.
This wait lasted for a month.
A month later.
His body was no longer in serious condition.
Actually, he could have been discharged earlier, but considering the crisis he was currently facing, he stayed in the hospital for a while.
At the same time, he enjoyed Jessica Jones' close protection for a period.
Hmm, this period allowed their relationship to advance by leaps and bounds.
Leaving the hospital.
Nolan first went to the company for a meeting, where the shareholders' inclinations were obvious.
The major shareholders were dismissive of him, while the minor shareholders were clearly enthusiastic.
Nolan didn't care about any of this.
He was already prepared to part ways with these people.
Only old Charles remained diligent and conscientious, making Nolan feel a sense of emotion.
Night fell.
Tonight, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Time to kill!
When no one knew.
Nolan had already walked to Hell's Kitchen alone.
The weakness of his body made him constantly gasp for air.
Hell's Kitchen at night was terrifyingly quiet.
Only the occasional unrestrained laughter coming from the dark alleys...
...could prove that people lived here.
This was Hell's Kitchen, no one spoke late at night.
A scream of terror suddenly came.
Nolan thought for a moment, then walked into the alley where the sound came from.
Looking at the few thugs playing with knives in front of him, and the woman cornered by them...
...Nolan revealed a charming smile.
"Excuse me, where is Belt Street?"
Seeing Nolan wearing a black and white mask, the few thugs suddenly looked angry.
"fack, you're messing with us!"
Anyone with eyes could see they were robbing someone.
At a time like this, he actually came to ask them for directions.
What else could it be but messing with them?
As he spoke, one person grabbed a knife and lunged towards Nolan.
Just as he was less than a meter away from Nolan, a silver light flashed.
A sharp metal spike suddenly appeared from behind Nolan, piercing his chest.
Nolan's eyes remained smiling.
A killing robot, seemingly made of blades, with incredibly sharp feet and two sharp forelimbs, walked out from behind Nolan.
"Too bad... wrong answer."
Nolan's expression gradually turned slightly cold.
Having experienced two assassination attempts...
...what he hated most now were these scumbags who looked like scumbags!
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