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"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.
A fist-shaped bulge suddenly appeared on the warrior's back, and blazing orange-red light burst forth from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His entire body exploded from the inside out like a lit powder keg!
Blood, flesh, and hot fragments splattered all over the experimental table in front of Killian.
“Sixth.” Hawke flicked non-existent dust off his hands and looked at Killian, the only one still standing.
Killian witnessed the whole thing and was trembling uncontrollably.
His proud army of Extremis Virus warriors was nothing more than ants in front of this man who called himself "King"!
In just a few breaths, they were all reduced to ashes!
The Extremis virus within him was operating wildly, bringing a powerful sense of strength, but it could not dispel the fear that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"You...what kind of monster are you?!"
Killian's voice was distorted by extreme fear. His body was glowing red, and his arms even began to melt into a hot fluid state. This was his trump card, but against Hawke, this power seemed so pale and powerless.
"'Monster'?" Hawke chuckled, slowly landing in front of Killian. "When you were plotting to conquer the world with schemes and tricks, you should have known that you would always encounter 'monsters' that you couldn't understand."
Hawke stopped wasting time; dealing with this kind of person was a waste of time.
His eyes shone with that crimson-gold light that symbolized destruction once more.
Killian let out a hysterical roar, frantically gathering all the energy in his body into his arms. His lava-like arms transformed into two roaring fire dragons, crashing down on Hawke's head with a resolute determination to perish together!
Hawke didn't even lift his eyelids.
Two thick beams of heat shot out instantly, piercing precisely through Killian's lava-like arms, like a scalding knife cutting into butter!
The terrifyingly high temperature instantly and completely annihilated the lava arm!
At this point, Hawke deliberately reduced the power of the thermal rays to prevent Killian from dying too quickly!
“Zi—Boom!!”
Killian looked on incredulously, because he was being slowly boiled by Hawke and was convulsing so badly that he was about to die when Hawke gave Killian time to heal himself.
Just as Kirian was cooling down and about to recover, the heat rays were released again, sizzling loudly.
After being tossed and turned several times, Killian was on the verge of a mental breakdown, still howling:
"Mr. Hawke, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please give me another chance! Give me another chance! I'm willing to be a slave to the Hawke family for the rest of my life, I'll kneel down and be a dog, I'll even kneel down and kiss your shoes, just please give me another chance! Give me another chance! Please!"
Hawke, having had his fill of fun, had a flash of red light in his eyes, and along with the ground beneath his feet, a huge crater was vaporized!
Killian is gone, but he did not die peacefully.
Hawke glanced at the mess in the laboratory, the charred remains scattered on the ground, and the huge crater.
A flash of crimson-gold light appeared in his eyes again, and two beams of heat, as thick as bowls, swept across the wreckage and the edges of the craters.
Wherever the heat passed, everything was annihilated without leaving a trace, as if the battle had never happened.
Once the scene was cleared, Hawke's figure soared into the sky, breaking the sound barrier once again, and disappeared into the night sky over the Adirondack Mountains.
When I got home and changed back into my everyday clothes, Na Lan had already taken a shower. She was wearing a bath towel and came out of the bathroom, her whole body still exuding the rich fragrance of shower gel.
Her hair, still damp with a few water droplets, was gently draped over her shoulders, looking incredibly silky.
Under the light, you can see that her skin is very fair, as if it has just been washed in milk, and it has a faint glow.
Her body is delicate, every inch of her skin radiates a soft glow, as if it could gently glide across your fingers.
She has a perfect figure, with exquisite curves and a shapely silhouette.
Her skin was so smooth and flawless, it was as if it were a gift from heaven.
Her waist was extremely slender, like a willow swaying in the wind, as if it would break if bent, while her hips were very full, with an amazingly perfect waist-to-hip ratio.
As Na Lan approached Hawke with very light steps, her fresh scent wafted into Hawke's nostrils.
"You're back so soon? Have you finished your business?" Na Lan asked curiously.
Hawke seems to be quick at everything except getting things done!
"uh-huh!"
Hawke nodded.
He held up the bottle of wine in his hand and said with a smile:
"Would you like some? White wine, a little bit helps with sleep."
This is a Château d'Eau de Chazelles Riesling Château Lafite Rothschild, a sweet white wine made from carefully selected grapes, costing nearly $10000 a bottle.
Ymünde is a top-tier German winery located in Wettingen, Moselle. Their TBA (Treasured Grain Selection) is renowned as the "King of German Wines."
This is a Sauternes sweet white wine, made from 100% Riesling from the winery's own Scharzburg vineyard. It has a sweet taste with aromas of ripe yeast, almond, and honey. It has an elegant style and is considered the king of TBA wines. It is the best Riesling in Germany and also the most expensive white wine in the world.
Due to its complex and lengthy brewing process, only 100-200 bottles are produced each year, with only 7 vintages currently available. As a result, the bottles are very expensive and fetch astronomical prices at auctions.
Therefore, it has been included in wine books such as "Rare and Precious Wines - The World's 100 Best Wines" and "The World's 100 Most Precious and Exquisite Wines".
Na Lan nodded slightly.
She was terrified by Hawke today, so drinking some alcohol to numb herself is good, otherwise she would really be tossing and turning and unable to sleep.
"It tastes very sweet and refreshing, quite delicious."
Na Lan gave an evaluation.
Hawke took a sip of his drink and said, "By the way, how's Ryan Technologies doing? I haven't had a chance to check on them lately, I've been too busy."
"The results are quite good." Na Lan said with a hint of shyness, "You really have a good eye. The potential of 'disappearing messages' is huge. The current valuation has been rising, and the reputation is very good. It is transforming from a blockbuster into a phenomenon. What we need to do now is to refine our approach, achieve steady growth, and obtain long-tail benefits!"
“Not bad, not bad, but actually, relatively speaking, PUBG and Facebook are the mainstream social media platforms, and their future potential is greater. Don’t let your guard down. The company is getting bigger and bigger, and you’re probably a multi-millionaire by now, right?” Hawke said. “Of course, I estimate that at this rate, you’ll soon be a billionaire.”
In addition to high salaries, Hawke typically offers stock options to the company executives he recruits, which vest over five years.
"A billionaire?" Na Lan blinked, then suddenly leaned close to Hawke's ear, "I want to become a billionaire tonight, is that okay?"
"Hiss—" Hawke's eyes widened. What kind of lewd words were these?
That's absolutely terrifying!
Hawke tweeted: "Please subscribe and give me flowers!" (231, 232)
The next day, early in the morning.
After finishing their morning exercises, Hawke and Nalan sat down at the table to eat breakfast: ham, eggs, and millet porridge.
The TV is on at the dining table.
"...At eight o'clock last night, a loud explosion suddenly rang out in the Morgan Stanley Building, and then people on the west side of Broadway saw a fireball engulf the Morgan Stanley Building..."
"Oh, those damn terrorists, causing chaos in America all day long! May God punish those damned guys!"
"Shocking! The sounds coming from Wall Street last night were unbearable to watch..."
The television broadcast a variety of news reports, including serious documentaries, hate speech, and even clickbait headlines designed to generate buzz.
Behind.
To demonstrate his social responsibility, Hawke promptly posted a tweet:
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is another difficult time for America. Just last night, Wall Street was attacked, and the Morgan Stanley building was blown up twice..."
"Look at the commotion you've caused!" Nalan looked at Hawke: "The whole of America has been shaken."
"That's Morgan Stanley's own fault."
Hawke shrugged.
The Morgan Stanley Building, located on the west side of Broadway.
The entire building was sealed off. FBI technicians, dressed in bomb suits, were entering the building to search for any remaining explosives and for evidence of the terrorist attack.
The FBI director looked at the ruins before him with a dark expression.
If something like this happens in his jurisdiction, he can't shake off the blame no matter what he tries to do.
The bombing of the Morgan Stanley building was a complete catastrophe, far more impactful than terrorists using human bombs to bomb several train stations.
In Andy's office, Hawke kneaded Andy's black-stockinged legs while scrolling through Twitter, watching the comments on his tweets praising his sense of social responsibility as a big capitalist.
Afghanistan.
Inside the cave of the Ten Commandments Gang.
Tony, with his bare arms and a blue glow emanating from his chest, stood in front of the furnace, hammering away at the iron block.
Large beads of sweat fell like rain.
He has probably never suffered like this in his life.
The shaped iron mask was then placed in water to cool.
Tony placed the iron mask in front of Ethan.
Ethan looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "Tony, are you really sure we can build a mech? Right here in this dilapidated, damp cave?"
By now, Ethan knew exactly what Tony was up to: he wanted to use the Arc Reactor to create a mech that only existed in science fiction movies, then defeat these terrorists and escape.
But mechs...
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How many industrial categories are involved...?
Even if the world's most powerful industrial nations joined forces, it would take them more than ten years to develop a mecha, and they wouldn't even see a prototype!
“Ethan, don’t underestimate the wisdom of the world’s smartest man.” Tony smiled smugly and said, “For a genius like Tony Stark, nothing is impossible!”
“Perhaps.” Ethan smiled wryly. “To you people with your exceptional intelligence, we mortals seem no different from fools or illiterates. What I can’t do in my imagination, you might be able to do.”
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“Hey, Ethan, don’t underestimate yourself. Without you as my assistant, it would be absolutely impossible for me to complete this project by myself.” Tony patted Ethan on the shoulder and said, “Besides… do you think I was really sure I could build the mech from the beginning? Before that, without your encouragement, I might have given up on my life and committed suicide. You rekindled my confidence, made me start thinking about how to escape this hellhole, and that’s how I gradually perfected my idea for building the mech, to the point that now I’m absolutely confident that I can build this thing and then take both of us out of here.”
Ethan muttered, "Escape...can we even escape?"
He was very pessimistic about this.