The hatch on the mechanical arm opened, spinning out a miniature missile that shot straight toward the enemy tank, driven by flames.
Before it even hit, Iron Man, Tony Stark, turned away with effortless flair.
BOOM!
Amid the violent explosion, the final tank was blown into fragments filling the sky.
At this point, the main fighting force of the Kunar riot warlords had basically been wiped out.
And Corin? There was a reason he did not go compete with Tony for that last tank.
His footsteps stopped beside a Jericho missile truck.
The valuation interface that suddenly popped up from the system made Corin freeze on the spot:
[Jericho Missile Truck (includes three missiles) Estimated Value: 120,000,000 USD]
"Holy shit! This thing, is it really priced this insanely?"
Corin was stunned by the long string of zeros in front of him.
'No wonder Tony Stark is filthy rich.'
'No wonder Obadiah would rather go against Tony's orders and keep selling weapons.'
'No wonder Tony's very existence makes so much capital jealous enough to put bounties out for his assassination.'
'No wonder the US loves stirring up wars everywhere.'
'This weapons business is just way too good~'
Coming back to his senses, Corin casually glanced at Tony, who was still dealing with a tank.
Unable to wait any longer, he slapped a hand onto the hood of the Jericho missile truck: "Exchange!"
The massive weapon of war instantly vaporized, turning into a wisp of data that disappeared before Corin's eyes.
[Exchange successful! +120,000,000 USD. Account balance: 124,485,000 USD.]
Staring at the long number shown in his account balance, Corin took a deep breath:
"I've struck it rich."
Corin had only one goal in coming to Afganistan this time, to make money.
Killing quite a few terrorists and earning over three million in bounties already made him feel the trip was worthwhile.
When he set out, his balance was only around 800,000 dollars. In less than a day, no, to be precise, in a single instant, he had gained 120 million.
Never would he have imagined it.
One Jericho missile truck had kicked Corin straight into the ranks of billionaires.
At this time, Tony came up beside Corin and casually asked, ["Hey? I remember there being a Jericho here just now? Did you destroy it, Mr. Silver Duke…"]
Tony's question left Corin unsure how to answer. After all, that was a large-scale weapon made by Stark Industries, and he had just turned it straight into money. That still made him feel a bit guilty.
Tony, as a long-famous genius, had extremely sharp memory and reflexes.
Seeing Corin stay silent, his eyes shifted and he softly commanded inside the helmet, "Jarvis, replay the surveillance footage."
["As you wish, Mr. Stark."]
As the footage played rapidly, Tony's eyes gradually widened:
"My God~"
"Mr. Silver Duke!"
"Something that big, a whole Jericho… just disappeared?"
"How exactly did you do that?"
Corin frowned slightly, not having figured out how he should answer this question.
Seeing Corin's expression, Tony seemed to realize something and suddenly lifted his head in enlightenment:
"I get it! You were destroying them, right?"
"To be honest, I clearly banned the research and sale of weapons, yet Obie still secretly sold them behind my back."
"Even if you hadn't destroyed these things now, I wouldn't have let them stay here and continue being a menace anyway."
Corin's eyes lit up, 'Tony's imagination was really doing the work for me.'
Clearing his throat, he said solemnly, "Yes, Tony."
"You actually saw through it. As expected of a genius."
"I won't allow these weapons to harm people. It's just that… it's a bit tiring."
"Yes, destroying them isn't easy."
Hearing this, Tony's mood instantly brightened.
After all, praise from someone he personally acknowledged was far more valuable than anything those reporters who only knew how to flatter could offer.
The steel helmet nodded in understanding, then glanced at the wrecked surroundings, interest fading, "Going after thugs, I'm more than happy to compete with you."
"But these cleanup chores, since you're interested, I'll leave them to you."
Hearing this, Corin's spirits soared, 'Tony is generous! A true brother~'
In just this half day, the two of them had destroyed no fewer than three riot warlord strongholds. Each one was stocked with plenty of weapons. If all of that were turned into money....
Then he suddenly thought of something:
"Tony, don't rush off."
"All this stuff was made by Stark. If I destroy it all, won't your heart ache?"
"These don't seem cheap."
As the mechanical armor prepared for takeoff, Corin voiced his doubt.
Tony controlled the suit as it slowly rose into the air. Hearing Corin's question, he laughed freely, "Heh heh, since these things are here, that means they've already been bought…"
"Even though I didn't approve it, the transaction money still went, dollar for dollar, back to Stark."
"So… this round isn't a loss."
With the huge roar of four jets firing flames, the steel figure turned into a streak of light and vanished into the sky.
A sentence drifted back from far away, and Corin almost didn't hear it clearly, "Mr. Silver Duke, come find me. Let's go have some fun in Las Vegas together."
Squinting as he watched Tony disappear into the distance, Corin clicked his tongue, "Why can't you just finish talking before flying off? What kind of showing off is that?"
But considering Tony hadn't fought him over destroying the weapons, he generously forgave him.
These weapons were worth way more than those bounty-hunted bandits.
Rubbing his hands excitedly and looking at the weapon crates piled around, sprayed with the Stark Industries logo, Corin's figure vanished from the spot, transforming into a money-making sprite, flashing nonstop between piles of arms.
Stacks upon stacks of weapons vanished rapidly along with the flickering figure.
"Yo~ This one's valuable!"
"Whoa~ this one's even pricier!"
"Damn! I underestimated you. This little thing is actually this expensive?"
"Hahaha~~"
"Struck it rich~ struck it rich! ^_^"
———
[S.H.I.E.L.D.]
Director Nick Fury had just ended a call with the head of the New York division.
Over the phone, Fury had warmly conveyed his regards to the entire family of the agent responsible for contacting Corin.
And ordered that the agent be transferred out of his original post and assigned to guard duty at the gate.
He was sure the agent would be perfectly qualified for this crucial position.
Putting down the phone, Director Fury still felt a throbbing in his temples. As an old man, it had been a long time since he had been this agitated.
At this moment, Agent Hill walked in.
"Hopefully it's good news."
Nick Fury raised his eyes to look at Hill and spoke casually.
Looking at the director who worked tirelessly day in and day out for his mission, a hint of sympathy flashed in Hill's eyes. She then smiled brightly, "Director Fury, it's good news!"
Nick Fury's spirit lifted. He adjusted his sitting posture and waited for Hill's report.
Hill looked at the report clearly placed on the desk yet ignored by Director Fury, gave a wry smile, and gently shook her head to comfort herself, "Patience! Hill… patience. The person in front of you is an old guy. Be respectful."
She delivered a crisp report, "Through the agents' relentless efforts, we've finally figured out the movement trajectory of [Cockroach]."
She then briefly recounted how Corin flew to Afganistan and displayed overwhelming force in Kunar, nearly wiping out all the living combat power of the riot warlords.
"Of note, there was also a mysterious individual wearing powered armor who struck the warlords together with [Cockroach]. But his identity is currently unverified."
The Kunar riot incident that had been making waves in the news recently was just like that, forcefully settled by Corin.
"Indeed, that's good news."
Listening to Hill's report, Nick Fury's expression became excited as he thought, "[Cockroach] really is the man I had my eye on. This compassion and sense of responsibility to save the world is exactly what I need most."
Yes, he successfully ignored Iron Man.
Having made his decision, Nick Fury stood up, his gaze firm as he issued an order, "Continue to lock onto [Cockroach]. I'll go find him personally."
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