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In Kingpin's reception room, Obadiah Stane was sitting on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, smoking a cigar with a contented look on his face.

"Your Arturo Fuente cigar has a unique taste and unique shape. But I prefer Gurkha Black Dragon cigars. For no other reason than... expensive enough."

The bald man held his head high and puffed out smoke, looking like he was scolding Fang Qiu and pointing out the country.

The Gurkha Black Dragon cigars he mentioned cost US$[-] per box, and there were not many cigars in a box. If you wanted to smoke them regularly, only the top wealthy people could afford them.

Although Kingpin was smiling beside him, he still wanted to scold Obadiah for being vulgar.

and…

Expensive is two words!

Turtle!

But even if he no longer disliked Obadiah's attitude of measuring everything with money, Kingpin could still only compliment him against his will.

Who makes people really powerful and rich?

As the second-in-command of Stark Industries, he is also a shareholder and board member.

Not to mention the playboy who only invents things that he doesn't care about, Obadiah Stane almost dominates Stark Industries.

With this power, any bald guy will be extremely rich no matter how he mops it.

No matter what happens between the fingers, it will cost an ordinary person a lifetime.

At this time, Jin Bin was really not as good as those top dignitaries. He would not be considered a top power until he completely unified the underground world.

Now I can only follow Obadiah, praise his bad feet, and also want others to support him.

With the backing of Stark Industries, even a pig can stand on the forefront.

What's more, Jin Bin is capable, intelligent and ambitious.

If you really want to get this help, you can't just ride on the wind and soar into the sky!

"Wilson."

The two chatted for a while, listening to Obadiah's boast.

The bald man suddenly stopped smiling and his tone changed.

Kingpin's heart moved, knowing that the main event was coming.

"You say."

Obadiah blew out a puff of smoke and spoke slowly.

"As we all know, Stark Industries is most famous for its high-end weapons department. Every year we receive stable orders of more than 20 billion US dollars from the Pentagon. This is our largest source of income, and the second largest source of income is from the Middle East. A war-torn country.”

"Reselling arms, taking advantage of both sides, the money is simply not easy to come by."

Obadiah takes it for granted that there is no bottom line in arms trafficking.

It is because of arms dealers like them who take advantage of both sides that the Middle East will continue to be at war.

Even if some countries or organizations want peace, these arms dealers are the first to stand up and disagree.

They don't care how difficult the lives of civilians in war-torn areas are. Anyway, as long as they get the money, they don't care about the flood.

I still go back to the big cities to enjoy the red lights, the green wine, and the high-end places.

"In this world, capital is power."

"Although Stark Industries is mainly engaged in the military industry, as long as I am willing and click my finger, there will be a lot of people following me to invest in new industries."

"You see what I mean?"

Obadiah looked at Kingpin with meaningful eyes.

The latter didn't understand what he meant. Just when he was about to say something beautiful to show his loyalty, he heard the bald man change his subject.

"But...there are no free benefits in this world. If you want to move up, you have to pay the price."

Jinpin spoke without hesitation: "What do you want me to do?"

Obadiah puffed out the smoke for a while, seeming to be making final considerations.

"I know you have some power in the underground world, and you have a group of desperadoes under your command."

"Now, let me ask you. Do you dare to help me make a big order?"

"After this is accomplished, your company will be publicly supported by Stark Industries. For your arms trade in the underground world, you will be able to get a certain share of the latest weapons from me every month at the cost price."

"The most important thing is that when this is done, you will be my friend, Obadiah Stane, a true friend."

The bald man's attitude when telling people to do things was not good, and he was even a little arrogant.

But Kingpin couldn't care less about Obadiah's attitude.

All he was thinking about was the benefits he could gain from the support of Stark Industries.

With the help of this behemoth, Kingpin estimates that he will be able to unify the New York underground world at least ten years ahead of schedule!

Maybe he can become the real underworld emperor of New York State in a year or two!

He may even become the king of the underworld in the United States in the future!

When he thought of that wonderful future, Jin Bin's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

But he wasn't too carried away by the bald man's pictures.

Since the benefits are so great, the price to pay must also be staggering.

"Excuse me, what exactly do you want me to do?"

Jin did not promise everything. There are very few people who can do what they do.

Obadiah first took out a pen-like object from his pocket with his free hand and pressed the button.

The invisible spread of electromagnetic waves can interfere with all nearby electronic equipment.

The bald man did this to prevent what he said next from being used as leverage against Jin Bin.

"I need you to recruit a team of desperadoes. The location is Afghanistan and the target is an armed convoy. The protection level is probably at the general level. I want you to eliminate all those convoys and leave no survivors."

Obadiah's big hand was holding a cigar. When he talked about killing people, the bald man's face was full of ferocity.

"You want me to assassinate a general?"

Kingpin's heart was beating wildly, and his face instantly turned pale.

In Afghanistan, how many people are worthy of a man like Obadiah?

No matter how lawless he was, he never expected that the other party would ask for such outrageous conditions.

If this matter is exposed, Jin Bin will no longer have a foothold in this world.

If you don't want to die, you can only hide in Tibet, and you will no longer have any wealth and power.

Obadiah looked at Kingpin, whose face turned pale, and said slowly: "I'm not asking you to assassinate the general, forget it... It seems that there is no possibility for us to cooperate."

The bald man put away his electromagnetic jammer, feeling secretly angry.

Can we only hire those lunatics from the Ten Rings Gang?

Regarding this group of desperadoes active in the Middle East, Obadiah is not sure of wiping them all out.

For what he was about to do, hiring this group of hundreds of militants was really risky.

It is far less cost-effective than letting local outlaws take action.

It will be easier to wrap things up then.

But he didn't expect Kingpin to be so cowardly. He backed down before he even did anything.

But Obadiah came at the wrong time.

Ten years later, if his son was assassinated and his wife was killed by himself, Jin Bin would no longer have any weaknesses.

Not to mention assassinating the general, as long as the benefits are big enough, even the man in the white house would dare to plot one or two.