Obadiah Stan, the founding father of Stark Industries.
He had once worked hard with Howard Stark Sr., and the two of them had worked together to create the world's most prestigious weapons manufacturing company.
Of course, Stark Industries didn't just rely on weapons to make money; it also produced all kinds of civilian products. But there was no doubt that there was nothing more profitable in this world than arms.
People would always fork out a lot of dollars to buy all kinds of weapons for some trivial matter, and then raise the butcher's knife against their own kind.
Especially after Howard Stark's death, Obadiah had once controlled this giant corporation. That had been the most wonderful period of his life.
Even thinking back today, Obadiah still couldn't help but miss those past times.
But there were always some unpleasant things that jumped out of the beautiful memories, such as that brat who was still wet behind the ears, the self-righteous and flirtatious playboy Tony Stark.
How Obadiah hoped that this guy would keep playing and squandering like crazy. Until he spent all his Stark Industries shares.
Only then would he be able to truly control Arms Empire. But Tony always disappointed him. He actually came back!
This guy who didn't care about his father's business was actually back. Also, under his leadership, Stark Industries was thriving day by day.
In just over ten years, Stark Industries's stock price had increased fivefold, and their arms were sold all over the world.
This should be good news for them, or at least for the other shareholders, because they could get a lot of dividends every year.
But it wasn't good news for Obadiah. His importance in the corporation was getting lower and lower. Although he still held the position of CEO firmly with his personal relationship with Tony, some people in the board of directors already said that he was old and outdated.
But there were already people on the board who said that he was old, that he was outdated, that he should give up his power and retire, just like the other old men on the board.
He should buy a luxury cruise ship and take some beautiful and sexy girls to the Mediterranean to enjoy life. All he had to do was wait for the dividends every year.
To some, this life was heaven, but to Obediah, it was hell.
He couldn't imagine how hard it would be to live without power. It would make him age and lose his vitality, and he would eventually become a penniless old man. Of course, apart from being rich.
So he planned a murder, and the target was Tony Stark. Power was always more important than family. Even though Tony had always treated him as his own uncle, he still decided to kill Tony.
The original plan had been very thorough. Tony had gone to Afghanistan and entered the ambush, and a missile made by Stark Industries hit his convoy.
Logically speaking, everything should have ended at this moment. Tony should have died, and he would have become the true leader of this business empire.
Everything was so perfect, but unfortunately, this perfect plan was destroyed by a group of idiots. They foolishly wanted to control Tony Stark, and even asked for a higher price.
However, in the end, Tony escaped, and he still didn't know how Tony escaped from the cave in Afghanistan.
But what was even more infuriating was that these guys swaggered into New York and claimed that if he didn't pay, they would expose Mr. Obedia's connection to the terrorist organization.
They exposed his plot to assassinate Tony in front of everyone.
Now, the furious Mr. Obedia had come to the place where these idiots had requested to meet: the docks in New Jersey.
He wasn't here to negotiate; he was here to kill all these idiots. He had brought thirty fully armed mercenaries, all equipped with the best weapons of Stark Industries.
At the docks in New Jersey, Hu Sanno and two friends he had invited were waiting for Obedia's arrival on a freighter flying an Egyptian flag.
"Looks like this Yankee isn't punctual," said a man with a shaved head like Hu Sanno, who clearly looked more like someone from the Western Regions of China.
His name was Abdullah, and he was from Hu Sanno's clan. Like Hu Sanno, he worked for Ten Ring Gang, but because of a fortuitous encounter in his youth, his position in the gang was completely different from Hu Sanno's.
Next to him was a taciturn middle-aged man who also looked like someone from the Western Regions. His name was Muladi, and he was also from Hu Sanno's clan. He also worked for Ten Ring Gang.
"But aren't they here now?" Hu Sanno pointed at the convoy moving toward the docks from afar. The bright headlights were very dazzling in the dark.
"Mr. Obedia, it's best if your men wait outside." Hu Sanno waved his hand, and the men hidden on the ship pointed their weapons at the convoy.
"You guys stay here for now. Find a chance to subdue these guys later." Obediah instructed his mercenary captain before following Hu Sannuo and the other two to the captain's cabin.
"Mr. Hu Sanno, I hope you've prepared enough cash or weapons of the same value to fulfill our agreement." Hu Sanno and the others sat at one end of the conference table in the captain's cabin, while Obedia sat at the other end.
"Listen, you haven't completed your mission. Tony Stark is still swaggering around New York." Obedia lit a big cigar, and there was a hint of impatience in his tone.
"Also, you haven't even told me why you let Tony go. How can I give you the money?"
"I think we've already talked on the phone, Tony Stark. We'll solve our mission target. Ten Ring Gang has always been a man of his word. "Hu Sanno was negotiating with Obedia.
Meanwhile, the two helpers he hired were playing with their fingernails with little interest. They were also talking in the dialect of the Western Region.
Abdouge seemed to have made a joke, causing a silent Muladi to reveal a smile.
This made Obedia feel a hint of annoyance. It made him feel like he was being looked down upon. Moreover, he was being looked down upon by a group of stupid, brainless terrorists.
What else could these people do besides create explosions and kill people? This made Obedia want to end this conversation as soon as possible. It seemed like hiring people to kill these guys was a very wise choice.
"No, I can't believe you," Obedia said as he slowly walked toward the three. "You've already failed once. Why should I place my hopes on an organization that has already failed?"
"Do you know what the biggest shortcoming of an organization like yours is?"
"Lack of technology, disrespect for science, and no technology will always be your shortcoming." As Obedia spoke, he secretly turned on a small item that had been hidden in his palm.
This was an infrasonic wave emitter. It wasn't very useful, but it could immobilize people for 15 minutes.
Obedia had set up protection for himself before he came in. He pressed the switch and looked at the three people in front of him with satisfaction.
Hu Sanno's expression was a little surprised and a little afraid. Things were out of his control.
Obedia lowered his head and said softly. "Without science, you're nothing. Primitive people. "
After saying that, he prepared to leave the place. He would leave the dirty work of killing to the mercenaries. He didn't want blood to stain his 30,000-dollar suit jacket.
Clap! Clap! Clap! A clapping sound suddenly rang out in the quiet room.
"Well said, Yankee." The person who clapped was Abdullah. He hadn't been frozen. "Your speech just now was very good."
"But you won't understand. There are some things that you can't solve with technology, if you call that funny little thing in your hand technology." Abdullah's tone had a strong sense of mockery.
Things had now become out of Obedia's control. He wanted to escape. After all, he could imagine what would happen if he fell out with a group of terrorists.
But as soon as he took a step, his body couldn't move. It turned out that Muladi wasn't frozen. He just patted Obedia's back lightly, and this strong man couldn't move.
"We are people who have seen what real technology is. The enemy of our war is so powerful that you can't imagine it, Yankee." Abdullah's saliva sprayed on Obedia's face as he spoke. It was hard to tell if he did it on purpose.
This made Obedia feel very disgusted.
Muladi patted Hu Sanno, who was frozen. Hu Sanno, who was paralyzed by the infrasonic wave and couldn't move, could now move.
"Abdullah, is this the power you obtained in Kunlun?" Hu Sanno's tone was a little eager.
"Kunlun? Ah, I guess so. There's a part, like this brand. "Abdullah pointed to a tiger head amulet hanging on his waist.
"However, most of the things were learned from Lord's teachings. Those people from Kunlun Sect all like to hide their secrets. Don't expect to learn more from them. That's why I secretly took this souvenir and ran back."
"Hu Sanno, work hard. If you can return to the country one day, you might have the opportunity to learn the power you want," Muladi said to Hu Sanno.
"Okay, I'll leave this Yankee to you. I'm not interested in talking nonsense with a Yankee." Abdullah pushed Obadiah, who was frozen in place, and directly fell to the ground.
"Then I think we can have a good talk now, Mr. Obedia." Now that things were back in Hu Sanno's control, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.
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