The only thing they missed was that no one thought that the small forces secretly instigated by the two families would suddenly make a move on Wang Kun's family. In fact, they did it on the spur of the moment. When Hydra received the news, Chen Mo was on the plane and could not be contacted at all. After getting off the plane, he took Howard straight to the dojo, so the intelligence personnel did not report it for the time being.
The Hydra agents stationed around the dojo were tasked with protecting the dojo from the shadows. Without Chen Mo's order, they wouldn't act rashly.
If Chen Mo was in Europe, he would've received the news and ordered the Hydra agents to rescue the hostages and eliminate the threat.
Fortunately, Chen Mo came back in time and personally led a team to attack Wang Kun. After all, it was better not to use the Hydra agents to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The gunshots finally stopped, but after a long time, no one came to report back. Freud had a bad feeling about this.
He reached for the cigar cutter on the table. His hands trembled slightly, and it took him a while to cut the cigar. Just as he was about to light the match, footsteps came from the corridor. The footsteps slowly approached. Freud's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at the door with a complicated expression.
The footsteps paused outside the door. Then, the door was pushed open. Seven figures in the same black combat uniform strode in.
"It's really you!"
Freud's face changed the moment he saw Chen Mo. The cigar in his hand fell onto the table. He slumped into his chair with a pale face.
He knew that his family was done for. He was done for!
Chen Mo looked at the man sitting behind the luxurious desk. He slowly raised the gun in his hand. He didn't like to talk nonsense, and there was no need for him to do so at this moment.
Freud closed his eyes in despair. He regretted his decision. He knew Chen Mo's terrifying strength. Why did he think he was smart enough to attack the dojo?
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Although there was a gun hidden under the table, Freud knew that Chen Mo wouldn't give him a chance to touch it.
Chen Mo's expression was cold as he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the man's forehead. Looking at the man who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, Chen Mo didn't have any pity for him. He chose his own path, and since he chose the wrong one, then he should just continue walking!
"Bang!"
…
That night, the headquarters of the two mafia families in Brooklyn were wiped out by Chen Mo and his men. Almost all the core members of the two families were wiped out. The underground forces of Brooklyn were greatly shaken, and the entire underground structure was facing a reshuffle.
At this moment, in the dojo, Howard walked in behind Chen Mo with a cigar in his mouth and an excited expression on his face.
"Tonight was so exciting! Haha! We're rich! "
As he spoke, he looked at Huang Quan and the others' hands.
Huang Quan, Han Qing, and the other two were carrying heavy suitcases and moving them upstairs.
The vaults of the two families were all packed up and moved back. The two families had controlled the forces under Brooklyn Forest for decades. The wealth they had accumulated was astronomical.
"No, I'm the one who's rich!" Chen Mo's cold voice came from the sofa.
Howard quickly ran to the sofa and sat down. "Don't be like that. I also helped tonight!" he said fawningly.
Chen Mo nodded, and a look of joy appeared on Howard's face. "That's right. You've been shot the most, and your ability to attract fire is the strongest. Most of the people I killed were aiming for your head."
Howard's face fell. He knew that he had been too excited tonight. If it weren't for Chen Mo, he would've been killed many times over.
Seeing him sitting on the sofa and not talking, Chen Mo asked indifferently, "Are you short of money?"
Howard was the largest arms supplier in the United States, and Stark Industries had a market value of hundreds of millions of USD. Although the wealth he obtained from the two families was equivalent to half of his company, it wasn't enough to make him lose his composure.
"Research on anti-gravity technology is too expensive. I've almost spent all of the company's liquid funds." Howard raised his head and looked at Chen Mo bitterly. "I'm much poorer than you now!"
After all, Howard wasn't a pure businessman. He was more interested in the research and development of new technologies. When he was motivated, he could work in the lab for days without eating or sleeping. He didn't care about money at all. However, the research he was doing was the most expensive. He probably didn't hold back this time. He played too big and almost brought the company down.
"I know you still have a lot of money. Otherwise, why would the mafia keep an eye on you? The doctor told me that you're the one who's paying for all his research funds. Just tell me, are you going to help me or not? "
As Howard spoke, he raised the cigar he had taken from Freud, took a deep puff, and slowly exhaled. "If you don't help, I'll have to sell my shares. At that time, there'll be a bunch of troublesome shareholders nagging me all the time."
Imagining that scene, Howard's face was filled with indignation. He then looked at Chen Mo with anticipation.
Howard was a technology maniac. He had set up Stark Industries to transform his experimental results and make money for his continued research. All the shares of the company were in his hands. That was why he could willfully spend almost all of the company's liquid funds and have no choice but to sell his shares.
Chen Mo suspected that this was how the shareholders of Stark Industries had come to be. In Iron Man 1, Obadaiyali had used the board of directors to make Tony a mere figurehead, and it was all thanks to his father, who had dug a hole for him early on.
Looking at Howard, who had no idea that he was about to screw his son over, Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa.
"Then you should sell your shares."
Just as disappointment appeared on Howard's face, Chen Mo continued.
"I want 50%."
Howard's eyes lit up when he heard that. He had originally planned to extort some money from Chen Mo to help him out, but this wasn't a long-term plan, and it was only a matter of time before he sold his shares. Compared with those investors who only cared about profits, he could completely accept selling his shares to Chen Mo. It was even a good thing.
He and Chen Mo often researched black technology together. Based on what he knew about Chen Mo, money was nothing to him. Not only would Chen Mo's participation not affect the company's operations, but it would also give him a rich backer and a like-minded research partner.
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