The Richest Man in the DC World

Death is the greatest fear, and in the face of this power, not many people can keep their hearts.

Under Bruce's threat, Edward, a member of the CIA's periphery, can only tell what happened.

It turned out that the factory that made the imitation power armor was not owned by the Assassin Alliance, but was jointly undertaken by a number of organizations. The CIA was one of them, and the military also seemed to have a stake.

The power armor made by that factory was shipped to the Middle East and the Americas by smuggling, a small part was shipped to Europe, and some was shipped back to the United States.

That's why gangsters and terrorists have power armor.

The profit of imitation power armor is extremely high, far better than that of drugs. Power armor with a cost of only 20,000 US dollars can be sold for dozens of times the profit.

In addition to making money, the CIA and the Ministry of Defense also want to use power armor to disrupt the situation in the Middle East. In short, the more chaos the better, and only chaos can be controlled.

After listening to these words, Bruce didn't say a word for a long time, not knowing what words to use to describe his current mood.

Thalia warned him: Don't investigate further, she is right, it is impossible to investigate, the strategic deployment jointly formulated by the CIA and the military, the White House is also involved, once the investigation is continued, it is equivalent to war with the entire country.

Bruce took a light breath and continued, "Who provides the core technology of power armor?"

Edward shook his head hastily, "I'm just a middleman, how do I know this."

"What about kryptonite?"

Bruce picked up a piece of green light ore, "What's the use of it?"

"this……"

Edward hesitated a little, but finally said it,

"I heard that kryptonite can affect Superman."

Bruce's pupils shrank, and he quickly asked,

"What impact, what exactly? Weakening, or strengthening."

"I don't know, it's all rumors, and no one has seen it."

"Where is this stone?"

"There are some in the Middle East, and there seems to be some in the Indian Ocean."

After speaking, Edward pleaded, "I've said all I have to say, you let me go, I promise you,

Never do bad things again. "

Bruce glanced at him indifferently, lifted the metal box, and disappeared into the night.

...

Trouble always arrives silently and catches you off guard.

With more and more incidents about power armor hurting people around the world, Tesla has become the object of media bombardment. Even if there is evidence to prove that the power armor is a counterfeit, it will not eliminate the grievances of the people.

Public opinion is tilted to one side, and it is gradually showing signs of getting out of control.

Every day, a large number of demonstrators gather in the square, demanding the government to stop the proliferation of power armor and protect the safety of citizens. Some lawmakers also stood up and waved their flags.

Demonstrations spread across the states like the plague.

The price of power armor is extremely high. Even the lowest-end civilian armor has reached tens of thousands of dollars. This kind of commodity cannot enter the life of ordinary people. Either the government, the military, the police, or the rich and have extra budget to buy them. middle class.

Everything was good, but the influx of pirated armor destroyed this ecological environment. Armor with strong defensive performance and attack firepower was widely circulated on the black market and became the first choice of terrorists and gang members.

In the past, gangsters were at most Chicago typewriters. You smashed me and I smashed you. Now it's different. A group of gangsters in power armor roam the streets. The seemingly solid walls are as fragile as bean curd in their hands. .

They fought frantically and destroyed wildly. The police couldn't get involved at all, and the citizens couldn't hide. When a fire broke out, no one was injured, but the buildings collapsed one after another, and countless citizens were affected.

The original intention of power armor was to help the police maintain social stability, but now it has become a source of disaster.

Who would have thought of such a situation?

At Tesla headquarters, Linda stared gloomily at the top executives, her eyes flashing red, like a man-eating tiger.

Under her gaze, the conference room was as quiet as a cemetery.

Everyone is looking at the nose, nose and heart, without saying a word, Tesla has encountered the biggest difficulty since its establishment, and if it is not handled properly, it is likely to have the risk of bankruptcy.

"Don't say anything, you're dumb."

"This is a conference room, not a place to sleep. I called you here to solve problems, not to pretend to be deaf."

Linda banged on the table as she spoke, and the thumping sound echoed in the room, which was extremely harsh. Seeing that the situation was wrong, Siobhan winked again and again, and the girl turned her eyes to Billy on the right. Can smile bitterly,

"The most important thing at the moment is to find a way to quell public opinion and not let them continue to make trouble."

The person next to him said, "There are also pirated power armors. We must find out where they came from and who is behind the scenes. If we don't deal with them, there will be more problems in the future."

The pirated armor caused trouble, the black pot was all on Tesla's head, and it was embarrassing to think about it.

Another humane said, "The White House should also be prepared. I am worried that the top management will take the opportunity to introduce a system that is not conducive to us."

"Many parliamentarians have called for the inclusion of power armor as a controlled product. Once successful, it will have a significant impact on the company's business."

Everyone chatted, and in just a few minutes, they asked a lot of questions.

Linda's head exploded when she heard it, and those who didn't know thought that Tesla had gone out of business.

Don't worry about the White House. President Joel Nash is Luke's servant, and he will not and dare not launch policies that are not conducive to Tesla. The most troublesome thing at present is public opinion and pirates hidden behind the scenes.

The meeting came to an end after four hours, and all the high-level executives left with a lot of thought, and there were not many smiles on their faces.

Siobhan said helplessly,

"You should say a few words of pep talk."

Linda leaned back in the chair lazily, "I want to inspire them too, but who will inspire me."

Saying that, he let out a long sigh.

The constant troubles made her exhausted. This kind of exhaustion did not come from the body, but from the mind.

"Luke Xiao, no news yet?"

Linda shook her head, "We haven't been in touch for a long time, what the hell is he doing?"

Siobhan complained,

"He is also really big-hearted. Regardless of a good company, he disappeared for a year last year, and this year is another year. I almost forgot what he looked like."

"Don't mention him, upset."

Linda sighed, "Let's think about how to deal with the trouble in front of you!"

Speaking of this incident, Siobhan suddenly lost his smile. He couldn't say some things clearly. If he really pursued it, Linda caused the current situation. As the CEO, her response was too slow and she didn't realize it at all. To the hidden dangers behind bootleg power armor.

Now I want to make up for it, I have no intention of making amends.

Linda also realizes this, which is why she is so decadent. To be honest, she has no good solution. She can't fly to Eastern Europe and smash the factory producing pirated power armor.

"If only Luke was here, he's so smart, he's got a good idea."

The girl held her chin in her hands, her scattered eyes filled with confusion.