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Chapter 126
chapter 0085 part 2
Sniper rifles, rifles, and heavy machine guns immediately sealed off the entire beach. The seven or eight ninjas who had just stepped onto the beach were instantly mowed down into piles of mangled flesh without even a grunt.
The dinghies further away, upon hearing the gunfire, the ninjas on them desperately rowed back, trying to return to the cargo ships.
But the dense network of fire was like harvesting leeks. The sea surface was filled with broken dinghies, blood-stained sea, and floating corpses.
The funny thing was that these black-clad ninjas of The Hand, let alone heavy weapons, only had two or three handguns among them. They were completely unarmed, at most carrying a katana. They couldn't even fight back.
Firearms were naturally part of The Hand ninja's training curriculum, and their marksmanship was excellent.
However, guns are prohibited in Japan. The fingers of The Hand originally thought it would be less troublesome to equip themselves after arriving in the Federation than to painstakingly transport them from Japan.
As a result, before they even set foot on the land of the Federation, they were ambushed.
Bare-handed against those with guns, it was truly a case of others being the knife and chopping board, and I being the fish!
...
"Baka, it's an ambush, hurry and leave here!"
The faces of the few middle-aged ninjas on the cargo ship changed. The sound of heavy machine guns sweeping across the deck instantly panicked them.
As elite special ninjas of The Hand, they were seasoned veterans who had been through many battles. Naturally, they wouldn't put themselves in danger. They hadn't gotten off the cargo ship from the start.
Now that they encountered an ambush, their first reaction was to issue the order to withdraw.
The cargo ship turned around on the sea surface, trying to quickly leave this sea area.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. At this moment, dozens of small black dots appeared in the sky.
Soldiers stepping on Goblin Gliders, no, Black Demon Gliders, appeared above the cargo ships.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Pumpkin bombs rained down like raindrops onto the cargo ships.
...
"The Goblin Glider developed by Osborn is really easy to use!"
Five kilometers away from this unnamed beachfront, Tang Song stood on a high point of a hillside, leaning on his cane. Even from five kilometers away, he could clearly see the two cargo ships sinking into the sea.
On the dirt road below the hillside, four black Mercedes-Benz cars were parked, with two elite bodyguards in black suits standing beside each car! "Go urge Oscorp later, tell them to buy a few more production lines and complete the orders I placed as soon as possible!"
Tang Song extended his hand, and Lane, who was behind him, stepped forward and handed him a trimmed cigar.
"Boss, during the days you were in seclusion, some people were privately lobbying other directors, trying to squeeze you out of the Board of Directors and take over the Longevity Agent Project!
The production of the Goblin Glider suits has also been stalled!"
"Do we need to teach them a little lesson?"
Tang Song turned his head and gave Lane a look. Lane nodded, indicating that he understood.
...
Joyce Toynbee, a Jewish man from the Federation, a famous banker in New York, and also a well-known angel investor.
His most brilliant investment was investing in Oscorp twenty years ago, which also made him one of the directors of this giant group.
Joyce Toynbee, like many Jewish people, was shrewd and keen on calculating. At the same time, he was also a notorious racial discriminator in the investment circle.
Early in the morning, Joyce Toynbee finished his breakfast in a hurry and left home half an hour earlier than usual.
He was going to Oscorp to persuade Norman Osborn to stand on his side and expel that Asian from Oscorp.
How could an Asian become a shareholder of the Federation's number one biotech company?
Joyce Toynbee sat in the back of the car. Getting up too early made him unable to resist dozing off in the car.
The driver slowed down the car, trying to make the ride as smooth as possible.
Boom! Immediately after, there was a violent collision sound. The driver made an emergency stop, and Joyce in the back was thrown forward, hitting the front seat hard. Blood instantly flowed from his forehead.
He struggled to get up, looking out through the front windshield. The car had rear-ended a Buick car.
The front car's front was significantly dented, and the driver was wrapped in the deployed airbag, his life unknown.
Joyce Toynbee struggled to open the car door. At this moment, a piercing car horn sounded.
Joyce Toynbee turned his head and looked through the car window, only to see a medium-sized truck rushing out from the side road, honking its horn and directly crushing towards him.
...
"Tang Song, who is he?"
On a fighter jet from Afghanistan to New York, Phil Coulson, who was slightly balding, clicked on the tablet in his hand, compiling intelligence information.
Tony Stark suddenly leaned over and saw the data information in Coulson's hand.
"He looks pretty good, very suitable to be a model or actor! Is he a new star, Agent!"
Tony Stark tilted his head and said confidently,
"He's only slightly worse than me!"
Aesthetics do not distinguish between nationality or skin color. Don't think that because a certain art academy caters to the Federation with squinting eyes, the Federation's aesthetics are bizarre.
Haven't you seen, a few years ago, among the so-called most beautiful Asian faces and the most beautiful stars globally promoted by the Federation, which Asian face had squinting eyes?
To put it bluntly, this is nothing more than malicious discrimination.
Phil Coulson smiled at Tony Stark, who hadn't washed his face in several weeks and looked rough, and offered a polite smile.
"A newly minted billionaire, one of the Board of Directors members of Oscorp, and also a notorious gang boss in New York."
"Okay, Oscorp!" Tony Stark shrugged. "It seems not just my company, but Oscorp is also within your surveillance range? Is it just the two of us, or are all companies in the Federation like this?!"
"Don't misunderstand, Mr. Stark," Coulson looked at Tony Stark, thought for a moment, and opened a hidden folder on the tablet interface.
"I think you need to see this!"
The folder contained a short video less than five minutes long. The main characters in the video were Tang Song and someone Tony Stark was very familiar with.
One of the people he trusted most, his Godfather, the Vice President of Stark Industries—Obadiah Stane.
"What is this?" Tony Stark had a bad guess in his heart. He stared angrily at Phil Coulson, waiting for his explanation.
Coulson closed the video and opened another folder on the tablet interface.
"This is data that Ms. Pepper Potts and I retrieved through J.A.R.V.I.S.. Before your disappearance, three funds massively short sold Stark Industries' stock price, profiting over five billion. We tracked the account information of these three funds, and these three overseas accounts point to these two people!"
"We asked Tang Song, and he made his business judgment based on Mr. Stane's financial activity. As for Obadiah, your Vice President, he plotted to short sell Stark Industries a week before your incident."
Coulson didn't say the rest. Tony Stark felt as if he had been drained, slumping back into the aircraft seat.
"What was it for? With his net worth, he doesn't lack money, nor fame or fortune!?"
Tony Stark muttered to himself, remembering the weapons with the Stark Industries logo he saw at the Ten Rings base. Tony Stark felt a mix of emotions.
Coulson silently brought over a glass of whiskey with ice.
...
Tony Stark's safe return to New York immediately ignited the Federation's news hot topics.
As a famous billionaire and a well-known playboy in the circle, Tony Stark's gossip could be said to have supported countless news media, magazines, and tabloids.
His movements had always been closely watched by the media. When a tabloid reporter captured the scene of Tony Stark returning to Stark Mansion through a telephoto lens.
Stark Tower and the entrance of Stark Mansion were immediately surrounded by countless reporters.
Stark Industries' stock price even soared to the limit.
(end of chapter)
...
Only one chapter today. My partner got sick and was sent to my mom's place. Now it's just me and the baby at home who aren't sick.
I'm taking care of the baby at home by myself. He keeps crying and won't sleep even after feeding. Before, he would only sleep with a pacifier, but now I have to hold the pacifier for him. I feel like I'm going crazy.
This chapter was hard-coded out. I'm not satisfied at all. Strictly speaking, it could have been written into four chapters, interspersed with some plot. When the child cries, my head gets big.
Let me think, I'll try to round back this chapter's plot as soon as possible. I feel like I wrote a complete mess.
Sniper rifles, rifles, and heavy machine guns immediately sealed off the entire beach. The seven or eight ninjas who had just stepped onto the beach were instantly mowed down into piles of mangled flesh without even a grunt.
The dinghies further away, upon hearing the gunfire, the ninjas on them desperately rowed back, trying to return to the cargo ships.
But the dense network of fire was like harvesting leeks. The sea surface was filled with broken dinghies, blood-stained sea, and floating corpses.
The funny thing was that these black-clad ninjas of The Hand, let alone heavy weapons, only had two or three handguns among them. They were completely unarmed, at most carrying a katana. They couldn't even fight back.
Firearms were naturally part of The Hand ninja's training curriculum, and their marksmanship was excellent.
However, guns are prohibited in Japan. The fingers of The Hand originally thought it would be less troublesome to equip themselves after arriving in the Federation than to painstakingly transport them from Japan.
As a result, before they even set foot on the land of the Federation, they were ambushed.
Bare-handed against those with guns, it was truly a case of others being the knife and chopping board, and I being the fish!
...
"Baka, it's an ambush, hurry and leave here!"
The faces of the few middle-aged ninjas on the cargo ship changed. The sound of heavy machine guns sweeping across the deck instantly panicked them.
As elite special ninjas of The Hand, they were seasoned veterans who had been through many battles. Naturally, they wouldn't put themselves in danger. They hadn't gotten off the cargo ship from the start.
Now that they encountered an ambush, their first reaction was to issue the order to withdraw.
The cargo ship turned around on the sea surface, trying to quickly leave this sea area.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. At this moment, dozens of small black dots appeared in the sky.
Soldiers stepping on Goblin Gliders, no, Black Demon Gliders, appeared above the cargo ships.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Pumpkin bombs rained down like raindrops onto the cargo ships.
...
"The Goblin Glider developed by Osborn is really easy to use!"
Five kilometers away from this unnamed beachfront, Tang Song stood on a high point of a hillside, leaning on his cane. Even from five kilometers away, he could clearly see the two cargo ships sinking into the sea.
On the dirt road below the hillside, four black Mercedes-Benz cars were parked, with two elite bodyguards in black suits standing beside each car! "Go urge Oscorp later, tell them to buy a few more production lines and complete the orders I placed as soon as possible!"
Tang Song extended his hand, and Lane, who was behind him, stepped forward and handed him a trimmed cigar.
"Boss, during the days you were in seclusion, some people were privately lobbying other directors, trying to squeeze you out of the Board of Directors and take over the Longevity Agent Project!
The production of the Goblin Glider suits has also been stalled!"
"Do we need to teach them a little lesson?"
Tang Song turned his head and gave Lane a look. Lane nodded, indicating that he understood.
...
Joyce Toynbee, a Jewish man from the Federation, a famous banker in New York, and also a well-known angel investor.
His most brilliant investment was investing in Oscorp twenty years ago, which also made him one of the directors of this giant group.
Joyce Toynbee, like many Jewish people, was shrewd and keen on calculating. At the same time, he was also a notorious racial discriminator in the investment circle.
Early in the morning, Joyce Toynbee finished his breakfast in a hurry and left home half an hour earlier than usual.
He was going to Oscorp to persuade Norman Osborn to stand on his side and expel that Asian from Oscorp.
How could an Asian become a shareholder of the Federation's number one biotech company?
Joyce Toynbee sat in the back of the car. Getting up too early made him unable to resist dozing off in the car.
The driver slowed down the car, trying to make the ride as smooth as possible.
Boom! Immediately after, there was a violent collision sound. The driver made an emergency stop, and Joyce in the back was thrown forward, hitting the front seat hard. Blood instantly flowed from his forehead.
He struggled to get up, looking out through the front windshield. The car had rear-ended a Buick car.
The front car's front was significantly dented, and the driver was wrapped in the deployed airbag, his life unknown.
Joyce Toynbee struggled to open the car door. At this moment, a piercing car horn sounded.
Joyce Toynbee turned his head and looked through the car window, only to see a medium-sized truck rushing out from the side road, honking its horn and directly crushing towards him.
...
"Tang Song, who is he?"
On a fighter jet from Afghanistan to New York, Phil Coulson, who was slightly balding, clicked on the tablet in his hand, compiling intelligence information.
Tony Stark suddenly leaned over and saw the data information in Coulson's hand.
"He looks pretty good, very suitable to be a model or actor! Is he a new star, Agent!"
Tony Stark tilted his head and said confidently,
"He's only slightly worse than me!"
Aesthetics do not distinguish between nationality or skin color. Don't think that because a certain art academy caters to the Federation with squinting eyes, the Federation's aesthetics are bizarre.
Haven't you seen, a few years ago, among the so-called most beautiful Asian faces and the most beautiful stars globally promoted by the Federation, which Asian face had squinting eyes?
To put it bluntly, this is nothing more than malicious discrimination.
Phil Coulson smiled at Tony Stark, who hadn't washed his face in several weeks and looked rough, and offered a polite smile.
"A newly minted billionaire, one of the Board of Directors members of Oscorp, and also a notorious gang boss in New York."
"Okay, Oscorp!" Tony Stark shrugged. "It seems not just my company, but Oscorp is also within your surveillance range? Is it just the two of us, or are all companies in the Federation like this?!"
"Don't misunderstand, Mr. Stark," Coulson looked at Tony Stark, thought for a moment, and opened a hidden folder on the tablet interface.
"I think you need to see this!"
The folder contained a short video less than five minutes long. The main characters in the video were Tang Song and someone Tony Stark was very familiar with.
One of the people he trusted most, his Godfather, the Vice President of Stark Industries—Obadiah Stane.
"What is this?" Tony Stark had a bad guess in his heart. He stared angrily at Phil Coulson, waiting for his explanation.
Coulson closed the video and opened another folder on the tablet interface.
"This is data that Ms. Pepper Potts and I retrieved through J.A.R.V.I.S.. Before your disappearance, three funds massively short sold Stark Industries' stock price, profiting over five billion. We tracked the account information of these three funds, and these three overseas accounts point to these two people!"
"We asked Tang Song, and he made his business judgment based on Mr. Stane's financial activity. As for Obadiah, your Vice President, he plotted to short sell Stark Industries a week before your incident."
Coulson didn't say the rest. Tony Stark felt as if he had been drained, slumping back into the aircraft seat.
"What was it for? With his net worth, he doesn't lack money, nor fame or fortune!?"
Tony Stark muttered to himself, remembering the weapons with the Stark Industries logo he saw at the Ten Rings base. Tony Stark felt a mix of emotions.
Coulson silently brought over a glass of whiskey with ice.
...
Tony Stark's safe return to New York immediately ignited the Federation's news hot topics.
As a famous billionaire and a well-known playboy in the circle, Tony Stark's gossip could be said to have supported countless news media, magazines, and tabloids.
His movements had always been closely watched by the media. When a tabloid reporter captured the scene of Tony Stark returning to Stark Mansion through a telephoto lens.
Stark Tower and the entrance of Stark Mansion were immediately surrounded by countless reporters.
Stark Industries' stock price even soared to the limit.
(end of chapter)
...
Only one chapter today. My partner got sick and was sent to my mom's place. Now it's just me and the baby at home who aren't sick.
I'm taking care of the baby at home by myself. He keeps crying and won't sleep even after feeding. Before, he would only sleep with a pacifier, but now I have to hold the pacifier for him. I feel like I'm going crazy.
This chapter was hard-coded out. I'm not satisfied at all. Strictly speaking, it could have been written into four chapters, interspersed with some plot. When the child cries, my head gets big.
Let me think, I'll try to round back this chapter's plot as soon as possible. I feel like I wrote a complete mess.
