Am I alright? Am I ALRIGHT!?
Tony wanted to curse, but seeing the bloodstains on the other person's body, he wisely shut his mouth.
"You did all this?" He suppressed the urge to vomit and looked at the handsome black-haired young man, his eyes full of disbelief.
"I was in a nearby village and heard that the Ten Rings kidnapped a very wealthy rich man. It looks like it must be you?" Emrys pretended not to know him, rubbed his thumb and forefinger, and showed a friendly smile: "So now it's time to settle the score. I saved you, how much are you willing to pay?"
"You saved me?"
Tony's rebellious streak was immediately provoked, and he craned his neck and shouted, "Hey, kid, look closely, I clearly escaped by myself!"
Click!
The moment he finished speaking, Ironman's head was twisted off.
Emrys raised his hand, and the head of the Mark I Iron Man armor fell into his hand. He weighed it a few times and said indifferently, "Keep talking, what then?"
Tony, whose head was exposed, looked at the twisted-off helmet in Emrys' hand, and his eyelids twitched wildly.
After half a second of hesitation, he decisively changed his tune: "That's right, if you hadn't attracted the attention outside, we wouldn't have been able to escape so smoothly!"
Facts have proven that even the most stubborn person will compromise when their life is threatened.
"Then, it's time to talk about remuneration, Mr. Rich Man."
Emrys wiggled his index finger, threw the helmet over, and said with a smile, "Since you could be kidnapped by the Ten Rings, you must be very rich, right?"
"Kid, remove 'must be,' it's 'extremely, exceptionally, incredibly rich'! And add handsome as well!"
At this point, Tony showed a proud expression, like a swan: "You can't even imagine how much money I have! Not even that Elon Musk guy holds a penny to me!"
Damn, I really want to beat this show-off to death!
Emrys' mouth twitched, and he suppressed the urge to punch him: "Alright, then give me one million, consider it payment for saving you."
"What? One million?"
Tony's eyes widened.
"Too much?" Emrys was a little surprised. It shouldn't be. With Tony's assets, isn't one million a drop in the bucket?
"No, it's too little, kid." Tony seemed insulted, and shouted with a face full of anger: "Do you know who I am? A mere one million, how could it be worthy of me, Tony Stark? At least ten times more, no, even a hundred times more wouldn't be as valuable as a single strand of my hair!"
Sometimes, it's really hard to understand what these rich people are thinking. Emrys nodded along and said, "Alright, as you wish, one hundred million U.S. dollars."
"..."
This time, it was Tony's turn to be silent, his face twitching a few times: "I was speaking metaphorically, do you understand what a metaphor means?"
"Didn't you say that even a hundred times more wouldn't be as valuable as a single strand of your hair?" Emrys loved to see rich people get flustered, and put on a surprised look: "It's alright, I can understand. If you can't afford it, then forget it. One million is fine."
"Can't afford it? Who are you saying can't afford it?!"
Tony was so angry his liver hurt. He pointed at Emrys, his hands trembling: "Alright, alright, one hundred million it is. I don't care about that much money at all!"
Emrys had figured it out: with Tony's type, you had to rub him the wrong way.
Tony Stark is a very clever man.
Playboy, billionaire, super genius, with countless titles, and in the Marvel universe, the most well-known is none other than 'Iron Man.'
He single-handedly built the Arc Reactor in a cave, which alone puts him a century ahead of the rest of the world.
No wonder Thanos called him a man cursed with knowledge.
Oh, it's highly likely he's also cursed with money, just like a certain golden-haired individual next door, never having to worry about money in his life.
It really makes one so jealous they could burst!
"How wonderful, I also wish to be cursed with knowledge."
Emrys fantasized, but unfortunately, with his failing grades in science and math, he would likely never have that opportunity in this life.
Of course, he wasn't doing this entirely for money; he was purely looking for a suitable reason to approach Tony Stark.
Tony, who had paid one hundred million U.S. dollars for a casual remark, took a deep breath and skillfully adopted a bossy demeanor: "Now, I've paid, I'm your employer, any problems?"
"No problem, one hundred million U.S. dollars."
Emrys shrugged indifferently, it was just talk anyway.
"Very good, go find a car and take us out of here." Tony sat directly on the ground, drenched in sweat.
It was evident that this model, hand-built in the cave, was not as light and nimble as later models, requiring the pilot to expend a great deal of physical effort during operation.
Emrys stared at the person hiding behind and asked, "May I ask, Mr. Very Very Rich Man, who is this person next to you?"
"His name is Yinsen, he's my... friend."
Tony hesitated for half a second, still using 'friend' as an introduction: "What, is there a problem?"
"Just a tiny problem~" Emrys rubbed his index finger and thumb, smiling at Tony: "It's going to cost extra!"
"Add! Damn it, you're a devil!" Tony gritted his teeth in anger, but he was helpless: "I'll pay you extra, ten million, to get us both out of here, you greedy little brat!"
"I'm not called a greedy little brat, Mr. Rich Man."
Emrys cleared his throat and introduced himself: "My name is Merlin Emrys , a traveling merchant."
"Hey, I gave you one hundred million, and you give me this to eat?"
Tony stared at Emrys with a resentful expression; he had almost broken his front teeth trying to bite this biscuit.
"You have two choices, Mr. Delicate Rich Man." Emrys didn't humor him, pointing to the cactus outside the car: "Either you learn from a camel and chew on that, or you eat this."
Looking at the spiny cactus, between the camel and the dry biscuit, Tony ultimately chose the latter: "Damn it, this must be the most expensive biscuit in the world!"
That was true; a biscuit worth one hundred million U.S. dollars was, if not unprecedented, then at least unlikely to be surpassed.
Yinsen quietly munched on his biscuit, much like someone with social anxiety.
Only Tony, like a social terrorist, hadn't stopped talking since getting in the car.
Emrys' ears were ringing from the noise, and he seriously wondered if he had saved the wrong person.
"Emrys, how did you twist off my helmet?"
"Does that ability of yours have any limitations?"
"Why aren't you talking?"
Looking at the incessant chatter of Tony, who could rival Deadpool, Emrys only felt his blood churn.
"Tony, if you don't shut up, I'll kick you out of the car!" Emrys couldn't take it anymore. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, slammed on the brakes, and the veins on his forehead throbbed: "I swear to God, even if you give me another one hundred million U.S. dollars, I will absolutely not compromise!"
The sudden hard braking almost sent Tony's head into the windshield.
Looking at Emrys, who was on the verge of rage from being harassed, he showed no sign of worry at all, and simply held up two fingers: "I'll give you another two hundred million."
"Alright, what would you like to ask, esteemed Mr. Rich Man?"
Emrys' expression instantly changed, becoming gentle and friendly.
Yinsen in the back row widened his eyes, his face filled with confusion. Is this the world of the rich?
Taking in Yinsen's expression, Tony revealed a satisfied look, his desire to show off reaching its peak: "Remember, any problem that can be solved with money is no problem at all in front of me, Tony Stark, my dear Yinsen, Emrys."
Emrys drove to a small town on the edge of the Afghanistan desert.
"Mr. Rich, it's your turn now~" He stopped the car, turned to look at Tony in the passenger seat, and gestured for him to perform.
Tony pushed open the car door with a flourish; despite his tattered clothes, he still exuded gentlemanly charm.
"Is he going to hit on her?" Yinsen in the back seat craned his neck, watching Tony walk up to a foreign woman, flamboyantly flick his hair, and chat animatedly.
The foreign woman was laughing heartily at his jokes, and it was clear they were enjoying their conversation.
"Isn't that normal?"
Emrys held the steering wheel with one hand, thinking that Yinsen still hadn't seen enough of the world; Tony's playboy antics were far more elaborate than he could imagine.
Yinsen watched with his own eyes as two strangers, from meeting to a passionate embrace and kiss, didn't even take five minutes.
Not long after, Tony returned, lipstick smudged on his face, swaggering, and holding the latest model of a mobile phone.
"How did you do that?"
Yinsen completely didn't understand how he had managed it.
"What do you mean?"
Tony turned around, looking at Yinsen with confusion.
"Uh, it's just…" Yinsen stammered, only able to gesticulate, referring to their recent embrace and passionate kiss.
"Oh, you mean that, it's very simple."
Tony said nonchalantly, dialing the phone number, "I told her my name is Tony Stark, and then it was just like you saw."
Emrys in the front seat almost couldn't hold back his laughter, as if he heard the sound of Yinsen's heart breaking.
"It's me, Pepper, I got out."
After the call connected, Tony first reported his safety, then immediately said, "Could you please call Rhodes? Yes, tell him I'm in this damn Afghanistan, what's this place called again?"
In this world, the only number Tony could remember was probably Pepper Potts'.
"Herat, this place is called Herat," Yinsen quietly reminded him.
"Right, it's called Herat. I'll wait for him here."
Tony said, then swallowed, adding, "Tell him to hurry up, and when he comes, remember to bring three hamburgers."
"Th-then what?" Yinsen was clearly not yet accustomed to the status of this legendary genius, and asked, "Should we find a place to rest? To wait for someone to pick you up?"
"No need."
Emrys interjected from the side, teasing, "Isn't there a military base right next to us? People will be here very soon."
It is well-known that the Middle East is rich in oil, and oil easily breeds mold.
Coincidentally, Afghanistan's geographical location is special, situated at the throat of the Middle East, so it naturally cannot avoid being severely impacted.
With Tony Stark's background, he is definitely worthy of the Department of Defense and the military's attention, plus his good friend Rhodes' Major General rank, commanding a military base to come and greet him would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?
"This has nothing to do with me."
Tony glanced at Yinsen, inexplicably feeling a little guilty as he explained.
But fortunately, Yinsen didn't pay too much attention; the anxiety he felt throughout the journey finally allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief: "That's great, we're finally safe now."
Soon, several infantry fighting vehicles drove into the town, and two Black Hawk helicopters even hovered in the sky.
The immense shock from America completely stunned Yinsen in the back seat.
A captain who got out of an infantry fighting vehicle was covered in sweat, jogging all the way to the Humvee: "This is great, Mr. Tony Stark, thank God you're back safe and sound!"
"Where's the plane?"
Tony gave him no pleasantries, his face grim: "You're not going to make me ride in that broken car and drive all the way back, are you?"
"No, no, Mr. Stark, the transport plane is just outside Herat." The captain wiped his sweat, his face tense, "I've already contacted the nearby Air Force base and arranged a special flight to New York, ensuring your safe return to New York!"
"Tsk, this time, will someone shoot down the transport plane with a missile halfway through?" Emrys quipped from the side.
Hitting a nerve, the captain looked embarrassed but dared not get angry, only able to grit his teeth and assure: "Mr. Stark, we can guarantee that there will be no danger whatsoever!"
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, lead the way quickly."
Tony didn't bother to pursue it, waved his hand, and let the military lead the way.
The news of the famous Tony Stark being kidnapped in Afghanistan had almost spread throughout the entire U.S.
The Department of Defense, under immense pressure, had been eagerly awaiting, thanking God that this gentleman had finally returned intact, without missing any limbs.
Otherwise, the gentlemen in Congress couldn't imagine how much public pressure they would have to face.
Of course, external voices couldn't affect Tony Stark.
In fact, Tony was currently in a frenzy, not even paying attention to Pepper Potts.
"Fuck, is this thing meant for humans?!"
Tony's eyes were bloodshot, staring intently at the Astra Militarum's standard bolter, nearly tearing his hair out: "Which lunatic thought of using a Rocket to accelerate bullets? The recoil alone could shatter an adult's bones, it's incomprehensible, too… brutal!"
Here it comes, a 2K era human, online complaining about 40K weapons!
Emrys enjoyed watching the frantic Tony, happily bit into a double beef burger, finished his cola with satisfaction, and said comfortably, "Can you even do it? You don't seem as amazing as you boast; you can't even figure out something this simple?"
In fact, even back in the desert, Tony had subtly hinted that Emrys wanted to see his weaponry.
But what Tony didn't know was that Emrys was using his curiosity, hitting the bullseye.
Thus, the two struck a deal.
Emrys would hand over some equipment to Tony Stark for research. If there were any research breakthroughs, the two could share the results.
It was mutually beneficial, and he was naturally more than happy to do it, eager for Tony to thoroughly research it.
And then, the scene above unfolded.
"Thank goodness, if you could just shut that mouth of yours, I guarantee my research would go a lot smoother!"
Tony's bloodshot eyes glared at Emrys, who was eating, drinking, and relaxing nearby: "Also, I've said it many times, don't throw hamburger wrappers here! And you can share some hamburgers too! You've ate 20!"
"What does it matter? Isn't Jarvis here?" Emrys said nonchalantly.
"Merlin, I must remind you, I am Mr. Stark's personal AI butler, not a vacuum cleaner." Jarvis seemed unable to stand it anymore and interjected: "Mr., there's a charity gala tomorrow night, would you like to attend?"
"No, no, don't bother me, Jarvis!"
Tony complained a couple of times, then turned back to his research.
He was going crazy, not because the technical challenges were insurmountable, but because the design philosophy of this gun completely baffled him!
What kind of thing would be so insane as to use a Rocket-propelled bullet weapon?
Could this thing be for fighting aliens?
The next day, as Emrys awoke from his soft bed, he saw Tony Stark sitting beside him.
"Oh my god, what did you do last night?" Emrys was shocked, looking at Tony, who was haggard, unshaven, with sunken eyes, as if he had been drained. "As the most famous playboy of this century, judging by your appearance, was it a ten-person brawl?"
Given Tony Stark's temper, under normal circumstances, he would have definitely retorted with some venomous remarks.
But the current Tony, as if his essence had been sucked dry by a vixen, was pale, enveloped in an aura of dejection. He looked up at Emrys and said weakly, "One good news, one bad news, which do you want to hear first?"
"Jarvis, please get me an iced Americano, thank you."
Emrys stretched, got out of bed, and said to Tony beside him, "If you don't mind, we can talk while we eat. Let's get some shawarma."
"This is my home!"
Seeing Emrys' familiar demeanor, Tony was instantly annoyed.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Emrys turned and shouted into the room, "Jarvis, Mr. Stark needs an iced Americano. He looks like he really needs a pick-me-up."
"You damn parasite, I'll kick you out sooner or later!"
Tony cursed angrily, but his body was honest, following Emrys to the living room.
"Tell me the bad news first, that way everything else will be good news."
Emrys took a sip of his iced Americano and felt much more refreshed. "Judging by your appearance, you didn't spend the whole night in the lab, did you?"
"What do you think? You kept me up all night!" Tony's face was full of resentment, much like a jilted wife.
"Mr. Stark, please watch your language." Emrys cleared his throat and corrected him, "I'm not interested in men, no matter how handsome they are."
"…"
Tony suddenly realized that for the first time in his life, he was speechless, choked by someone else's words.
"OK, then let's start with the good news." A vein throbbed on his forehead as he threw a gun on the table. "The principle of this gun isn't difficult; the challenge lies in its astonishing recoil. Even I can't reduce its recoil while maintaining its power, but manufacturing the bullets is simple."
"Didn't I say I wanted to hear the bad news first?" Emrys was a bit speechless. How old was he to still be so petty?
"I want to. I'll say whatever I want first. Do you have an opinion?"
Tony glared at him, suddenly feeling much better, and continued, "As for the Deflection Field Device and the Helical Sub-atomic Plasma Gun, I can't analyze their principles for now, and their structure is extremely precise, so they can't be reverse-engineered by disassembly."
"It's alright, I understand."
Emrys wasn't surprised. It was normal for the technology contained in these two items to be unanalyzable in a short time.
"Let me finish!"
Tony interrupted, continuing, "Although the technology is highly advanced, the method is extremely crude. Give me another half a month, and I'll definitely be able to create a more perfect substitute!"
"If these two technologies can be integrated into my Mark Armor," he clenched his fists excitedly, his eyes filled with fervor, "perhaps an unprecedentedly powerful armor will be born. Yes, this is what I want; it's a truly brilliant idea!"
"Hmm, I believe you."
Emrys deeply agreed with this point.
Accustomed to Emrys' mockery, Tony was momentarily taken aback. "Huh? You—no, shouldn't you be mocking me? You just believe I can build it?"
"Of course. You are Tony Stark after all~"
Emrys said meaningfully.
Tony Stark, he was Marvel's designated technology genius.
As long as he was given enough time, let alone a mere Deflection Field Defense Device and Plasma Gun, Emrys wouldn't be surprised even if he created a Titan.
In the Marvel universe, the Infinity Gauntlet, a divine artifact painstakingly crafted by the Dwarves, wasn't Tony able to replicate one in minutes?
If it were the comic Marvel universe, Tony had even created anti-Phoenix Armor, anti-Thor Armor, and anti-Galactus Armor. It just highlighted his limitless absurdity!
"During this time, I need to focus on researching the Mark Armor."
Tony was clearly a bit unaccustomed to Emrys' sudden praise and snorted, "Go out and wander around if you have nothing to do. Stop bothering me by staying here!"
"Oh, by the way, there's something I need to remind you about."
Looking at the clearly tsundere Tony, Emrys couldn't help but laugh and called out to Tony, who was about to leave in a hurry.
Tony, halfway out, almost stumbled and said angrily, "What else? Can't you just say it all at once?"
"During this time, no matter when, remember to wear the Deflection Field Device." Emrys took a sip of his iced Americano, his smile mixed with an inexplicable meaning.
Tony's expression instantly stiffened, his pupils slightly constricted, and he said somewhat dryly, "You, what do you mean by that?"
Emrys leaned back in his chair, a meaningful smile on his face. "You haven't forgotten that time you almost got killed in Afghanistan, have you?"
"Of course, I couldn't forget!" A vein seemed to bulge on Tony's forehead, and his pupils inexplicably trembled slightly. "But what I'm asking you is, what do you mean by telling me to wear the Deflection Field Device?"
"I just simply feel that this matter isn't that simple."
Emrys shrugged, looking somewhat innocent. "After all, your weapon testing with the Department of Defense should, in principle, be confidential. Yet, the terrorists in the Middle East managed to find out and even used 'Jericho' missiles to attack. Don't you find that strange?"
Tony lowered his gaze, remained silent for a long time, then responded in a hoarse voice, "I know what to do about this matter; you don't need to worry."
"I'm just worried about our deal, Tony." Emrys smiled, pointing at the grenade launcher on the table. "After all, I'm still waiting for your research results."
Tony, preoccupied with his thoughts, ultimately couldn't bring himself to speak and silently turned and left.
"Mr. Merlin, on behalf of Mr. Stark, I thank you for your concern." At this moment, Jarvis slowly spoke, expressing its gratitude.
"Don't thank me, Jarvis."
Emrys put down his iced Americano and smiled slightly, "I am a businessman with very pure intentions. I give to receive a greater return."
Isn't it normal for businessmen to pursue profit?
Since he was willing to give the life-saving artifact, the 'Deflection Field Device,' to Tony, he naturally expected a greater return!
What was Tony Stark's most valuable asset?
Of course, it was his genius mind. As long as he could build a friendship, Emrys would then have a continuous supply of weapons to replicate!
When the technology of the Warhammer Universe and the genius mind of the Marvel universe collide, what kind of intense sparks will they produce?
Emrys was very much looking forward to what kind of surprises the birth of the Iron Man Armor, combined with warhammer technology, would bring to both Worlds!
After enjoying a delicate breakfast, Emrys went out with a blaster.
He took the elevator directly to the underground garage. When the doors opened, he looked at rows of the world's top luxury cars. He pondered for a few seconds, deciding to keep a low profile today.
"Hmm, this one. It looks quite understated."
The silver and black Lamborghini, at least in Tony's garage, was already considered a very modest car.
Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the garage gate opened.
"Mr. Merlin, the charity gala scheduled for this evening, do you wish to attend?"
At this moment, Jarvis' unique and magnetic voice came from the car's system.
"Charity gala?"
Emrys asked, a little surprised, "What does that have to do with me?"
"Obadiah has invited you," Jarvis said slowly. "Furthermore, with your current cash assets and shares, you are wealthy enough to be listed among the elite. My suggestion is that you attend, as it will help you integrate into the U.S."
Oh, right, I almost forgot!
Emrys suddenly realized that he had one hundred million U.S. dollars on his books and was a shareholder of Stark Industries.
Ah, the lives of the rich are just so boring.
Besides a mere one hundred million U.S. dollars, he had nothing.
"Alright, please tell Mr. Obadiah that I will attend the charity dinner."
Emrys' lips curled into a slight smile. He also wanted to meet the man who had co-founded Stark Industries with Howard.
Vroom~ Vroom~ Boom!
The Lamborghini's engine immediately let out a deep roar.
Soon, Emrys drove the Lamborghini and parked it under Osborn Biological Pharmaceutical Group.
"Hello, are you Mr. Merlin?"
The attendant at the door stepped forward and asked respectfully.
"It's me."
Emrys stepped out of the car and handed the keys to the attendant.
Then, led by the already waiting secretary, he took the elevator directly to the top floor.
Norman Osborn was sitting on the sofa. Seeing the secretary lead someone in, he put down the book in his hand, and his gaze towards Emrys was slightly mixed with scrutiny.
Similarly, Emrys was also observing the notorious Green Goblin, Norman Osborn.
Norman Osborn now looked to be nearly fifty years old, and time had already left traces of aging on his face.
His meticulously groomed hair was also streaked with white, but his sharp suit and calm demeanor still conveyed the authority of someone who had fought his way through the U.S. capitalists to build his own empire and wield life-and-death power.
"I've heard of you, Merlin Emrys ."
Norman Osborn sat on the sofa, retracting his scrutinizing gaze, but still showed no intention of standing up.
If it had been Stark, he would have warmly welcomed him.
But unfortunately, Merlin Emrys ' standing was clearly not enough to warrant serious treatment from him.
"Hello, Mr. Osborn."
Emrys adjusted his button, completely unconcerned by the other party's attitude, and calmly sat down opposite him.
After the secretary served two cups of hot tea, she discreetly retreated, closing the door behind her.
"Out of respect for Stark, I can give you five minutes."
Norman Osborn looked at his watch, tapping his index finger on the table, his attitude still neither warm nor cold.
Emrys didn't waste any time with pleasantries, chuckling slightly: "I heard you recently took on an order from the military?"
Thump~
Norman's index finger stopped, his eyelids slightly raised, as if a hint of coldness flowed within: "This matter is top secret. How did you know?"
In fact, an order from the military was not top secret.
But the problem was that the content of the Osborn Group's order was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, involving human experimentation.
And the one who issued the order was U.S. Air Force General, General Ross.
General Ross was the father-in-law of Hulk Banner, and also the one who developed the Hulk serum.
"What do you think?"
Emrys feigned mystery, leaning back calmly on the sofa. This time, it was his turn to have the upper hand.
"Stark?"
As expected, after seeing his confident demeanor, Norman immediately connected it to Tony Stark.
After all, the person most likely to know about this was Tony Stark.
"What, Stark isn't going to research his weapons anymore and plans to enter the biotechnology industry?" Norman sneered, finally beginning to seriously look at the young man in front of him.
In his speculation, Emrys must have received instructions from Stark, which is why he came to him to get a share.
"No, no, no, you've misunderstood, Mr. Osborn."
Emrys extended a finger, shaking it slightly: "Stark has no plans to get involved in the biotechnology industry. This time, it's mainly me who wants to cooperate with you."
"You?"
Norman frowned slightly, immediately losing interest, and said dismissively: "Kid, I don't have time to play with you. If it's not Stark's intention, you'd better go back early."
"Don't be so hasty, Mr. Osborn."
Emrys chuckled, looking like a cunning fox, his eyes slightly narrowed: "I know you're currently in a predicament. The human enhancement serum has consistently failed, correct?"
This time, Norman couldn't remain calm at all. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he looked at Emrys with some horror: "How did you know about this?!"
One must know that the human enhancement serum hitting a bottleneck was something even General Ross didn't know!
No matter how powerful Stark was, he absolutely couldn't know about this. Where did this young man get his information?
In an instant, Norman's expression flickered between cloudy and clear. He considered many possibilities, but without exception, they all pointed to a 'traitor' among the researchers!
"How I know about this isn't important, Mr. Osborn." Emrys enjoyed the panic, suspicion, and anger on Norman's face. Then, after the other party calmed down again, he slowly said: "What's important is that I can help you overcome this difficulty, can't I?"
"You? How can you help me?"
Although Emrys had exposed the current research predicament, Norman still couldn't believe it.
Facing Norman's questioning gaze, Emrys just smiled without speaking, spreading his five fingers and gently raising them: "Just like this."
Suddenly, the liquid in the teacup on the table seemed to be pulled by some force, flying into mid-air.
Then, to Norman's shocked gaze, the liquid moved freely, transforming into various shapes, before falling back into the teacup.
"How did you do that?!"
Even though Norman had weathered countless storms, he was still dumbfounded by this display.
At this moment, Emrys seemed to reveal his fangs, slowly taking out a bottle of azure serum from his embrace and gently placing it on the table: "As you can see, Mr. Osborn, I've come with sincerity. This serum is called 'Compound V'. It can stimulate human potential, thereby granting what ordinary people call... superpowers!"
Norman had to admit that no matter how much he had experienced, when he saw that bottle of 'Compound V', he couldn't help but feel his heart race.
He was very sure that the ability Emrys had just displayed was absolutely not an illusion!
A drug that could activate superpowers, if it could truly be realized, then at that time... The long-dormant passion Norman felt seemed to boil over at this moment!
"What do you want?"
Norman took a deep breath, his face more solemn than ever before.
"It's simple."
Emrys snapped his fingers, smiling: "I provide the samples, you're responsible for the research, and we share the results. How does that sound?"
"Yes, no problem."
Norman agreed without hesitation, but then added: "However, researching 'Compound V' cannot be done under the name of Osborn. We need to avoid the military's attention."
His concern was not unfounded, as the U.S. military was notorious for 'taking credit halfway'!
If the military were to discover 'Compound V', Osborn would not only gain nothing but might even be 'silenced'!
"You should establish a company," Norman, a capital giant, quickly came up with a solution: "With Stark and Osborn backing it, there won't be any initial resistance. Of course, if you can bring Stark in, you can also avoid many unnecessary risks."
This way, it could largely prevent premature discovery by the military.
"That's a good idea."
Emrys pondered for a moment, then grinned: "Then... let's call it Vought."