Before departing for Malta, Harry still had one thing to do.
The minerals collected from the asteroid successfully arrived at the space station; besides containing a small amount of Californium, these resources also included a significant amount of rhodium ore, as well as some new types of composite materials formed in a microgravity environment.
These items were just right for Dr. Otto to use for research.
A portion of these metals would be transported back to the ground for reprocessing, while the other portion would remain on the space station for research on microgravity material processing.
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However, Harry did not currently have the right talent on hand to lead this research, so progress was relatively slow.
Dr. Helen Zhao could not join Osborn for the time being due to some matters in her country, and it would likely take a few more months for her to come over.
The spacecraft slowly landed at the Osborn Base, and Harry gave the astronauts who emerged from the cabin a warm hug—these were all hardworking employees.
Matt Watney was among them, finishing his tour of duty; he had been stationed on the space station for nearly half a year, responsible for researching soil and plants, and this time he was returning to Earth for a vacation.
Harry smiled and patted his shoulder: "How was it? Watney, was this space trip pretty good?"
Watney was clearly very satisfied with this space trip; the space station was simply too luxurious, and the only drawback was that the social circle of 10-plus people was a bit too small.
Because energy was abundant and space was sufficient, their life was quite good, and they could even play console games up there.
Compared to the missions they carried out at NASA, their work up there could even be called living.
Watney nodded: "It was indeed good. I think I will miss the missions conducted here; I hope there will be opportunities in the future."
Harry said: "There will be opportunities."
With this mission finished, Watney was to return to NASA to prepare for the Mars mission, but what he didn't know was that NASA had already agreed to the Osborn Mars mission.
With the experience from these few missions, the Space Center was already quite proficient in the spacecraft maintenance process.
There were no problems inside the spacecraft; they only needed to replace the outer shell that had been severely damaged while passing through the atmosphere to continue executing the next mission.
The next mission was a rather special one; it was a drill mission, but depending on the situation, it could also turn into a combat mission.
Harry was going to draft veteran soldiers from the Osborn Security Department to conduct orbital airdrop experiments, and this mission was completely confidential.
The only thing the outside world would know was that these troops, who had shown their prowess in the Battle of New York, would disappear for a period of time to conduct some kind of scientific experiment, while Norman Osborn's security would be temporarily handled by those 13 modified humans.
This airdrop mission would be led by Frank.
Harry stood in front of the 40 soldiers and said: "So this is an airdrop mission from an altitude of 180 kilometers; is there anything you don't understand?"
These soldiers had already switched to the latest individual armor, all of which were equipped with combat AI to assist in battle.
It must be said that 40 super-soldiers who had fought Aliens standing neatly in front of Harry—hiring such veterans to be responsible for Osborn security was simply reassuring.
"No, boss. I just want to see those guys get dragged down from their high pedestals quickly," Frank said.
Harry smiled; Frank's equipment had a large White skull painted on it, which was extremely conspicuous among these soldiers and very recognizable.
The meaning of this White skull was: Everyone must die. It was originally used to remind people to cherish life, but now being used by Frank to intimidate opponents, it was actually not bad.
Halfway through the briefing, Frank's phone rang; he looked at Harry, wanting to know if he could answer the call.
Harry nodded.
"Billy? How have you been? You want to see me? Sorry, but I'm a bit busy right now; I have to go on a long trip."
"Next week? I probably won't have time next week either, I'm... sorry, brother, I'm in a very, very far place."
Billy Russo was regarded as family by Frank, so he said this sentence unconsciously; also, because subconsciously he was not responsible for the security mission, he didn't need to keep his whereabouts confidential.
Harry stood to the side and did not remind Frank—as long as he didn't say he was going to conduct an orbital airdrop, it was fine.
"Very well, soldiers. Now board the ship and execute the mission."
The warehouse of one of the engineering ships had been converted into a deployment zone; the spacecraft would dock at the space station and then deploy these super-soldiers when needed.
Watching the spacecraft fly into the sky, Harry also boarded his private jet; it was time for him to depart for Malta.
On the other side, Norman Osborn was also having a conversation with a super-tycoon.
The CEO of Roxxon Oil Company, Dario Agger.
This company hoped that after Norman Osborn took office, he would maintain the current administration's policies, which was to promote the development of Earth's resources, such as oil.
Norman Osborn, of course, did not give a clear answer—in fact, this was completely impossible.
Osborn, relying on advanced energy technology, was bound to promote their energy revolution; the value of oil as fuel would drop significantly, and it would mainly be important in the chemical industry.
Roxxon had monopolized most industries in the country through the petrochemical industry, but this did not mean he could do whatever he wanted; in fact, Roxxon's size should have been subject to antitrust laws long ago, but there was no powerful official body to push for these things.
So after chatting for a long time, both of them took a sip of tea and entered a break period.
Norman Osborn commented: "Harry would really like these tea leaves, but it's a pity he's not here."
These items were brought by Dario Agger; although Americans didn't have the habit of discussing business while eating or drinking, everyone knew that Harry Osborn was a CEO who liked East Country culture, so he brought these things.
Dario Agger suddenly said: "I know your company once invested a lot in human enhancement projects; I wonder how Mr. Osborn views human enhancement technology?"
Norman Osborn smiled, leaned back on the sofa, and crossed his legs.
"I think you have already seen those 13 city heroes; they are the answer. It's shameful to say, but if not for Harry, I might have stubbornly clung to a technology doomed to fail."
Dario Agger continued: "In fact, we really hope to be able to restart this project; Osborn once had excellent progress in this direction."
Speaking of this, Dario Agger paused and then said: "In fact, our company also has some research on this aspect; if we cooperate, perhaps we can really realize this dream."
After hearing this, Norman Osborn thought: You little brat are quite wicked; you didn't talk about this when my research progress wasn't going smoothly, and now you come running to talk about cooperating to overcome technical difficulties?
Thinking this to himself, Norman Osborn said: "Then you might have found the wrong person; Osborn Company is now Harry's business, and I have completely stepped away from the company's operations. As for human enhancement technology, it was he who advocated stopping this project and turning to research on exoskeletons and mechanical modifications."
"However, although I really don't want to admit it, I think he was right and I was wrong. My research did indeed reach a dead end."
Norman Osborn's expression when saying this was very emotional, as if he had truly let go of his own research.
The conversation yielded no results, and the two chatted about other issues regarding economic policy; Norman Osborn was just playing Tai Chi, making no promises.
Dario Agger looked at the time and said: "Alright, it was a pleasure to have a close-up conversation with you, Mr. President-elect; it's getting late, and I think I must be going back."
"I am also very glad to have had this conversation."
The two stood up while talking, each making a gesture of invitation.
However, Dario Agger accidentally knocked over the cup containing tea, and the Water spilled onto Norman Osborn's clothes.
"I am very sorry, Mr. Osborn, I really didn't mean to, I mean..."
Norman Osborn waved his hand repeatedly: "It's okay, Mr. Agger, it's just a small problem, but I probably can't see you out looking like this; I assume you won't mind, right?"
Dario Agger said quickly: "Of course, Mr. Osborn, this is my fault after all."
After saying this, Dario Agger walked out of the room.
Getting into the car, he took out his phone:
"Let's arrange a convertible for him."
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