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Chapter 385
chapter 0197 part 2
Compared to these Matters, a small Trask Industries being maliciously acquired by Tang Group was undoubtedly a small matter.
Trask Industries was founded in 1967, claiming to care about the fate of Humanity and always being at the forefront of human progress and development.
Founder Bolivar Trask was also a smooth businessman with considerable political maneuvering and ambition. Starting from the Nixon administration, he reached Cooperation with the government.
The reason Bolivar Trask was favored by the Nixon administration was that he was a top biologist. When researching the mysteries of human DNA, he discovered the X-Gene, which allowed him to discover and prove the existence of Mutants as a new race. It was his advanced theories and research that received government recognition and funding.
Bolivar Trask himself didn't actually hate Mutants. On the contrary, as a scientist, he greatly appreciated their Abilities. But he wanted to create Mutants as a common enemy for Humanity to eliminate wars between Humanity and achieve World Peace.
The Ideal is great, but this Bolivar Trask has an even more famous nickname, "Father of Sentinels"! In a certain future Timeline, Bolivar Trask created a military Weapon specifically designed to eliminate Mutants, which once pushed Mutants into a Desperate Situation.
However, compared to the glory of the future Timeline, Trask Industries is just an inconspicuous Biotech Company.
Compared to Osborn Industries, the top Biotech Company, the current Trask is more like a Little Nobody.
Of course, in the future, Sentinel robots produced by Trask shone brightly and once wiped out Mutants.
Unfortunately, Bolivar Trask seems unable to see Trask's future glory.
An unexpected disaster befell him!
Mutant Experiment, Weapon X Program, what are these things? Bolivar Trask, who learned the news immediately, was completely stunned.
Researching Mutants is correct, but how would he know about experiments involving the Military's core secrets, and even Invest?
Alright, Bolivar Trask could analyze the Profit this Project would bring from this Live Broadcast. If he had the chance, he would definitely choose to Invest.
But the Military clearly didn't involve him, and a solid black pot was placed squarely on his back.
Bolivar Trask immediately held a press conference, speaking out that he had absolutely no connection to this inhumane Weapon X Program.
The result was obvious. A Federal Major General who used his Life to prove the truth was clearly much more credible than his empty words.
Trask Industries' Stock Price plummeted in response, effectively halved. "Is there any other Method?"
Bolivar Trask, in a wrinkled Suit and scruffy beard, looked at the Company Supervisor, hands propped on the Office Desk, eyes full of bloodshot veins.
"Boss, how about we publish the account details? If the Company really didn't Invest in this Project..."
"Slap!"
Bolivar Trask directly threw the Notebook on the table, smashing it onto the speaking Supervisor's Head.
"Publish the account details? Do you think we're not dying fast enough!! Get out!"
The somewhat bald middle-aged Supervisor ran out of the Office clutching his head in embarrassment.
"Idiot!"
Bolivar Trask was so angered by this idiot his head felt dizzy.
What does their Company do? A Biotech Company. How many unsavory Things are inside their cooperation with the Department of Defense? He knew clearly. Publishing accounts at this time was simply helping those Bastards on Wall Street Pull the trigger.
No, he couldn't sit and wait for death. Bolivar Trask looked at the golf practice mat in front of him, his eyes revealing unwillingness. He took out his Mobile Phone and pressed the dial button! "General Mitchell, I am Bolivar Trask... Hello? Hello?——"
"Hello Minister, I am Bolivar Trask..."
"Mr. Benson, I am Boliva... Hello?——"
Bolivar Trask angrily smashed the Mobile Phone against the golf practice wall and powerlessly slumped onto his six-figure value Office Chair.
When the wall falls, everyone pushes. He was now in the eyes of those Partners and Friends, just a pile of stinking dog shit, afraid of being associated.
Past pleasantries at Cocktail Parties, intimacy during Cooperation, none could stop the coldness of human relations and the world's indifference.
Where there is disappointment, there is naturally success! As the instigator, Boss Tang not only slapped the Federal President hard but also took a big bite out of the Capital market, the kind with oil dripping from his mouth.
Three years of initial accumulation. The Resources he could now mobilize were enough for him to swallow too much in one go.
Two Industrial Companies, two Pharmaceutical Companies, three foundations, one research institute.
Lane did it very efficiently. At least in the eyes of outsiders, these Capital operations happened after William Stryker's Matters occurred.
Boss Tang got a head start. Absolutely no one would associate it with him.
Many people knew the news and took action, but the one who could mobilize such a huge Cash Flow in the shortest time was only Tang Song, Boss Tang.
Today's Boss Tang can be said to be the King of Cash in New York.
Outskirts of New York, Raccoon City, Hive Laboratory, inside this small Base.
Boss Tang, in a White Suit, watched a group of technical personnel busy analyzing data from a USB drive.
There wasn't much in the data, just William Stryker's Research Results from all these years——
William Stryker, harboring hatred for Mutants, worked hard for over a decade, only to do all the work for Tang someone's benefit in one morning.
Outside an experiment room, Tang Song was looking through the observation window, watching Professor Connors perform the dissection on the Mutant named Yuriko Oyama.
This one with black hair, seemingly weak, beautiful and moving, a Mutant with a ponytail, was William Stryker's Masterpiece.
In the data Tang Song found about her, Yuriko Oyama's Father was the person in charge of creating super Warriors like Wolverine. So she possessed the same Abilities as Wolverine. After her Father was killed by Wolverine Logan, she was controlled by Stryker for a long time. Like Wolverine, Adamantium was also injected Inside her Body.
This Experiment made her bones almost Indestructible and also had extendable Adamantium Fingernails that could destroy almost all matter.
The super Healing Factor from Wolverine's Body, plus the incredibly hard Adamantium Alloy Metal, allowed this artificial Mutant woman to survive in Tang Song's hands.
However, all the Flesh and Blood on her Body had long been ground away by Tang Song's Yin-Yang Life-Death Baleful Qi, leaving only an Adamantium Alloy Skeleton.
Looking at her lying on the Operating Table now, living like this is worse than being dead! "Boss, someone has come to the Manor. It's a Lawyer named Matt Murdock. Lane asked if you want to see them?"
Just then, a Black-clothed Bodyguard walked over and reported to Tang Song.
"Matt Murdock, Daredevil. What is he visiting me for?" Tang Song's eyes narrowed. As New York's Underground Emperor, his grasp of Intelligence naturally goes without saying. Tang Song had detailed data on the group of Vigilantes active on the streets of New York.
Matt Murdock was even an old Acquaintance. Tang Song had once used this blade to cut down Kingpin.
"Then let's go back and meet them——"
Tang Song turned his head, waved his hand, and called over a Card Soldier responsible for Security: "Tell Professor Connors that during the closure of Hive Laboratory, no one is allowed in or out! During this period, everyone's Salary will be doubled!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Tang Manor, Deadpool followed behind Matt Murdock, his Head constantly looking around. Looking at the pavilions, towers, and the magnificent Manor, under his Hood was an expression like he'd never seen the world, while his mouth chattered endlessly.
"The person you're meeting looks like a big Tycoon. Is this the evil Villain you mentioned? Did you bring me here to eliminate him? Let's be clear beforehand, this job requires extra Money!"
Matt Murdock's sharp Five Senses sensed that just as Deadpool the Motor Mouth said this sentence, the malicious gazes from all around converged like needle pricks.
In the Manor's Corridor, pavilions, and near the Rockery, appeared Black-clothed Big men, one by one, with bulging waists and expressionless faces, staring intently at the two of them.
"Shut up, we are just here to talk about Matters with Mr. Tang!" Matt Murdock had an impulse to immediately sew Deadpool's mouth shut. He regretted a little why he thought of bringing this guy.
(end of chapter)
Compared to these Matters, a small Trask Industries being maliciously acquired by Tang Group was undoubtedly a small matter.
Trask Industries was founded in 1967, claiming to care about the fate of Humanity and always being at the forefront of human progress and development.
Founder Bolivar Trask was also a smooth businessman with considerable political maneuvering and ambition. Starting from the Nixon administration, he reached Cooperation with the government.
The reason Bolivar Trask was favored by the Nixon administration was that he was a top biologist. When researching the mysteries of human DNA, he discovered the X-Gene, which allowed him to discover and prove the existence of Mutants as a new race. It was his advanced theories and research that received government recognition and funding.
Bolivar Trask himself didn't actually hate Mutants. On the contrary, as a scientist, he greatly appreciated their Abilities. But he wanted to create Mutants as a common enemy for Humanity to eliminate wars between Humanity and achieve World Peace.
The Ideal is great, but this Bolivar Trask has an even more famous nickname, "Father of Sentinels"! In a certain future Timeline, Bolivar Trask created a military Weapon specifically designed to eliminate Mutants, which once pushed Mutants into a Desperate Situation.
However, compared to the glory of the future Timeline, Trask Industries is just an inconspicuous Biotech Company.
Compared to Osborn Industries, the top Biotech Company, the current Trask is more like a Little Nobody.
Of course, in the future, Sentinel robots produced by Trask shone brightly and once wiped out Mutants.
Unfortunately, Bolivar Trask seems unable to see Trask's future glory.
An unexpected disaster befell him!
Mutant Experiment, Weapon X Program, what are these things? Bolivar Trask, who learned the news immediately, was completely stunned.
Researching Mutants is correct, but how would he know about experiments involving the Military's core secrets, and even Invest?
Alright, Bolivar Trask could analyze the Profit this Project would bring from this Live Broadcast. If he had the chance, he would definitely choose to Invest.
But the Military clearly didn't involve him, and a solid black pot was placed squarely on his back.
Bolivar Trask immediately held a press conference, speaking out that he had absolutely no connection to this inhumane Weapon X Program.
The result was obvious. A Federal Major General who used his Life to prove the truth was clearly much more credible than his empty words.
Trask Industries' Stock Price plummeted in response, effectively halved. "Is there any other Method?"
Bolivar Trask, in a wrinkled Suit and scruffy beard, looked at the Company Supervisor, hands propped on the Office Desk, eyes full of bloodshot veins.
"Boss, how about we publish the account details? If the Company really didn't Invest in this Project..."
"Slap!"
Bolivar Trask directly threw the Notebook on the table, smashing it onto the speaking Supervisor's Head.
"Publish the account details? Do you think we're not dying fast enough!! Get out!"
The somewhat bald middle-aged Supervisor ran out of the Office clutching his head in embarrassment.
"Idiot!"
Bolivar Trask was so angered by this idiot his head felt dizzy.
What does their Company do? A Biotech Company. How many unsavory Things are inside their cooperation with the Department of Defense? He knew clearly. Publishing accounts at this time was simply helping those Bastards on Wall Street Pull the trigger.
No, he couldn't sit and wait for death. Bolivar Trask looked at the golf practice mat in front of him, his eyes revealing unwillingness. He took out his Mobile Phone and pressed the dial button! "General Mitchell, I am Bolivar Trask... Hello? Hello?——"
"Hello Minister, I am Bolivar Trask..."
"Mr. Benson, I am Boliva... Hello?——"
Bolivar Trask angrily smashed the Mobile Phone against the golf practice wall and powerlessly slumped onto his six-figure value Office Chair.
When the wall falls, everyone pushes. He was now in the eyes of those Partners and Friends, just a pile of stinking dog shit, afraid of being associated.
Past pleasantries at Cocktail Parties, intimacy during Cooperation, none could stop the coldness of human relations and the world's indifference.
Where there is disappointment, there is naturally success! As the instigator, Boss Tang not only slapped the Federal President hard but also took a big bite out of the Capital market, the kind with oil dripping from his mouth.
Three years of initial accumulation. The Resources he could now mobilize were enough for him to swallow too much in one go.
Two Industrial Companies, two Pharmaceutical Companies, three foundations, one research institute.
Lane did it very efficiently. At least in the eyes of outsiders, these Capital operations happened after William Stryker's Matters occurred.
Boss Tang got a head start. Absolutely no one would associate it with him.
Many people knew the news and took action, but the one who could mobilize such a huge Cash Flow in the shortest time was only Tang Song, Boss Tang.
Today's Boss Tang can be said to be the King of Cash in New York.
Outskirts of New York, Raccoon City, Hive Laboratory, inside this small Base.
Boss Tang, in a White Suit, watched a group of technical personnel busy analyzing data from a USB drive.
There wasn't much in the data, just William Stryker's Research Results from all these years——
William Stryker, harboring hatred for Mutants, worked hard for over a decade, only to do all the work for Tang someone's benefit in one morning.
Outside an experiment room, Tang Song was looking through the observation window, watching Professor Connors perform the dissection on the Mutant named Yuriko Oyama.
This one with black hair, seemingly weak, beautiful and moving, a Mutant with a ponytail, was William Stryker's Masterpiece.
In the data Tang Song found about her, Yuriko Oyama's Father was the person in charge of creating super Warriors like Wolverine. So she possessed the same Abilities as Wolverine. After her Father was killed by Wolverine Logan, she was controlled by Stryker for a long time. Like Wolverine, Adamantium was also injected Inside her Body.
This Experiment made her bones almost Indestructible and also had extendable Adamantium Fingernails that could destroy almost all matter.
The super Healing Factor from Wolverine's Body, plus the incredibly hard Adamantium Alloy Metal, allowed this artificial Mutant woman to survive in Tang Song's hands.
However, all the Flesh and Blood on her Body had long been ground away by Tang Song's Yin-Yang Life-Death Baleful Qi, leaving only an Adamantium Alloy Skeleton.
Looking at her lying on the Operating Table now, living like this is worse than being dead! "Boss, someone has come to the Manor. It's a Lawyer named Matt Murdock. Lane asked if you want to see them?"
Just then, a Black-clothed Bodyguard walked over and reported to Tang Song.
"Matt Murdock, Daredevil. What is he visiting me for?" Tang Song's eyes narrowed. As New York's Underground Emperor, his grasp of Intelligence naturally goes without saying. Tang Song had detailed data on the group of Vigilantes active on the streets of New York.
Matt Murdock was even an old Acquaintance. Tang Song had once used this blade to cut down Kingpin.
"Then let's go back and meet them——"
Tang Song turned his head, waved his hand, and called over a Card Soldier responsible for Security: "Tell Professor Connors that during the closure of Hive Laboratory, no one is allowed in or out! During this period, everyone's Salary will be doubled!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Tang Manor, Deadpool followed behind Matt Murdock, his Head constantly looking around. Looking at the pavilions, towers, and the magnificent Manor, under his Hood was an expression like he'd never seen the world, while his mouth chattered endlessly.
"The person you're meeting looks like a big Tycoon. Is this the evil Villain you mentioned? Did you bring me here to eliminate him? Let's be clear beforehand, this job requires extra Money!"
Matt Murdock's sharp Five Senses sensed that just as Deadpool the Motor Mouth said this sentence, the malicious gazes from all around converged like needle pricks.
In the Manor's Corridor, pavilions, and near the Rockery, appeared Black-clothed Big men, one by one, with bulging waists and expressionless faces, staring intently at the two of them.
"Shut up, we are just here to talk about Matters with Mr. Tang!" Matt Murdock had an impulse to immediately sew Deadpool's mouth shut. He regretted a little why he thought of bringing this guy.
(end of chapter)
