Marvel's Cultivator

Creaking, creaking, the dilapidated chandelier swayed gently, and countless staggered figures flickered on the wall.

"Look, this is the place where our goods are produced." A well-dressed man with a slightly thin figure and a handsome hairstyle is standing on a high place and pointing to the busy workers below to introduce the obese middle-aged bearded man in a suit and leather shoes. with.

"How much profit is this thing?" The bearded man's face showed haggardness that did not match the richness of his body, he pondered for a moment, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"It depends on the market and channels, at least this number." The man stretched out five fingers casually while speaking.

He smiled slightly and added: "After all, it's a deadly business. If there are too few, no one will do it."

"The risk is a bit uncontrollable." The bearded man said with some concern.

"I know you look down on these things, but this is not New York, let alone Wall Street. It's easy to make money and fast, and you never have to worry about sales, and the people here are all professional. I'm familiar with this. We don't have the skills of the military. You have to solve the expenses by yourself, it's not a shame to make money." The man laughed and explained as if he was telling a story.

He pointed to the bearded man again, and said, "You should know something when you do those things."

"I only care about whether the funds can be in place, and I'm not interested in getting involved in other things." The bearded man said, skillfully took out a cigar box, took out a cigar box, and put it in his mouth.

"Don't smoke here, there's only one blown up in New York." The man reached out and pressed the bearded hand touching the lighter, jokingly said.

The bearded man seemed a little annoyed, but he still stuffed the cigars back into the box, raised his eyes and glanced at the man and asked, "Huh...well, the ones in New York are yours too?"

"Not really." The man said casually.

The bearded man opened his eyes, looked at him in disbelief and said, "It seems that my imagination is a bit lacking, you really are a bunch of lunatics."

"For each other, you can imagine boldly." The man smiled triumphantly, opened his hands, and said proudly.

"Heh.....I'm going back first, the man I want, you arrange it as soon as possible." The bearded man seemed to lose interest in the topic, took out the cigar box, took one in his mouth, turned and left.

At the end of the dark corridor, several golden flames lit up.

The man stared at the disappearing flash, and said to himself in an inaudible voice:

"Of course, my dear Mr. Obadiah."

Da da da, the leather shoes made a crisp sound on the cold iron plate.

call--

Exhaling a big mouthful of cloud, Obadiah tightly clenched his index finger on the cigar and took a deep puff, walked out of the dark factory quickly, leaned over and sat in the car, silently exhaling a cloud of white smoke.

The driver didn't say anything, started the car skillfully, and the car drove towards the suburbs after a few laps aimlessly in the city.

Putting out half of the cigars in the ashtray, Obadiah picked up the newspaper beside him and read it.

"The new president gave a speech, and a black man is the president. The world is going crazy." Frowning, he quickly scanned through the newspaper, and looked at another page.

It was a face he didn't want to see, and all he saw was a color photo of Tony Stark in a suit giving a speech on the front page of the newspaper, with a bold letter title beside it: Epoch-making inventions, cold nuclear fusion power generation, Stark Ke industry may enter the energy industry!

Below is a large number of reports about Stark himself, what about the genius inventor Stark, the news of the charity gala, and so on.

Obadiah looked at the contents of the newspaper, as if he had been greatly ridiculed, angrily tore up the newspaper in his hand, crumpled it vigorously into a ball of shredded paper and threw it under his feet, obviously all of this should be his own , I have paid so much for Stark Industries!

"This bastard, how could this be possible, you have kept it from me for a long time!! It is only because of Howard's shadow that he got all of this!"

As he was talking, he seemed to have thought of something, picked up the shredded paper ball and unfolded it, grabbed a piece of crumpled and shapeless shredded paper, and stared at the words cold nuclear fusion on it to read.

"Cold nuclear fusion..."

After driving for an unknown amount of time and turning around an unknown number of mountain roads, when the car passed a construction site, several people immediately came out of the construction site with fences to block the road, pretending to be under construction. Obadiah understood that this probably When he arrived at the place, he straightened his body and adjusted his clothes.

Sure enough, after driving for a certain distance, they entered a section of tunnel. A hidden gate beside the tunnel opened. The driver gave directions and drove in skillfully.

Inside the gate is a long and downward road. Looking at the guards who appeared outside the car window after a while, Obadia guessed that there should be two guards on each floor.

When I came to a bright underground parking lot, someone had been waiting for a long time again.

The driver stopped the car, got out of the car and opened the door for Obadiah.

"Are you Mr. Obadiah?" The person who came was an Italian in a black suit and red tie, with slightly curly hair and a thin mustache, and asked with a smile and enthusiasm.

"Yes, you are Mr. Capello?" Obadiah replied, reaching out his right hand to hold the other's hand.

The man nodded and said, "Yes, I am, please follow me, and I will take you to the research place."

Obadiah looked at the two bodyguards on his left and right, and nodded slowly. The other bodyguard led him through several floors of security doors, and entered a huge elevator. Obadiah kept looking at the numbers on the display screen. Change until it stays at the number displayed at -6, and the elevator moves slowly.

The first thing I saw was the busy staff below and two huge Quin-jet fighter jets. There were several Chinese slogans on the parallel elevated shelves: "Safe production is everyone's responsibility."

"How can there be Chinese here?" Obadiah, who has studied Chinese, couldn't help asking when he saw this very distinctive slogan.

Capello glanced at the slogan and said indifferently:

"Chinese is the working language of the International Security Council. This is not surprising. These are all left over from the period of international cooperation of S.H.I.E.L.D., but the cooperation was interrupted later. They set up their own organization, which seems to be What is the name of the Spear Bureau, um...it should be the name, anyway, these things are left behind, and it is troublesome to dismantle them, so they are left there."

"Can they still allow it to operate here?" Obadiah asked a little strangely. Although this is Southeast Asia, it is logically considered a pillow.

"The bases here are all in a sealed state. Even the people in S.H.I.E.L.D. don't remember that there is a base here, and no one will check it out. Anyway, there are too many bases like this, and no one can remember how many there are. Well, no one will come to check." Capello took the trouble to explain, while leading Obadiah down.

After going down a few floors, a group of people came to a laboratory. After opening several security doors, they came to a room of hundreds of square meters, full of running computers and busy people.

"Come on, this is what you made out of your drawings." Capello pointed to the center of the room.

Obadiah raised his eyes and looked in the direction he was pointing at, only to see that there stood a super-large mecha that was as tall as two people and looked like an enlarged version of the Mark [-], connected by countless cables. On the body, the eyes exude a faint blue light.

The long-cherished battle armor was right in front of him, and Obadiah looked at it affectionately. He couldn't help but walk up to it, reaching out to touch it. Is this the weapon that allowed Stark to escape?What a genius design!

As much as he hated to admit it, Howard's son was a prodigy when it came to invention.

While he was imagining endlessly, an old researcher with white hair and wrinkled face came over to stop him and said, "This thing is still in the experimental stage, please don't touch it."

The researcher saw Capello next to Obadiah again, nodded and said hello: "Ah, dear Mr. Capello, what's the matter?"

"This is the provider of the drawings, Mr. Obadiah." Capello introduced to the researcher.

"Oh, you are the designer of the mech? My God, this is really, this is a work of genius, but there is a little flaw in the power source. If only the battery is used, I am afraid that it will not be able to move for more than 3 minutes, unless it is pulled Cable, I don’t know if you have a solution.” The researcher opened his eyes wide, came to Obadiah and shook his hands happily, and said.

Obadiah smiled awkwardly, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Okay, there will be a plan, it won't take long, just wait."

After clearing the siege for Obadiah, Capello said somewhat secretly: "Mr. Obadiah, I think this is no longer a problem. Believe in our ability, we will soon find a way."

"What are you going to do, kidnap?" Obadiah asked, staring at him.

Capello stroked his thin mustache confidently, and said:

"Technology doesn't have to be exclusive."