"Okay, the playboy hasn't said anything yet, but you have taken direct control of Stark Industries." Dagu laughed.
"Hmph! He only owns 5% of the shares, and the other shareholders have long disliked him. It's better for him to stay at home. It's impossible for him to take full control of Stark Industries." Stani sneered.
Dagu asked in confusion: "Speaking of which, the shareholders of Stark Industries only hold 10% of the shares in total. I am curious, where are the other 85% of the shares?"
"It's in the hands of someone, but that person hasn't appeared for a long time. He might have died a long time ago." Stanny seemed to be afraid to call the name directly. He just mentioned it lightly. His old face still couldn't help but reveal deep fear.
That person's name is something that many people cannot say out loud. It's as if once they say it, that person will inexplicably appear before their eyes.
"By the way, for your sake, I can spare Tony Stark's life. But I want the young man who rescued him to die!" Dagu said domineeringly on the phone.
Stanny asked questioningly: "He is living in Tony's house now. Are you still going to send your men to New York?"
"Hey, hey, of course not. I spent a lot of money to hire a professional."
"professional?"
"You may not know, but in our underground world, there is an organization that is very hidden and recognized as the strongest - 'Cards'."
Dagu took a deep breath and said with fear and excitement: "The history of their organization can be traced back to the end of World War II. Every member called 'Katuo' is an elite who can fight one hundred people at a time and is almost omnipotent! They undertake mercenary business worth hundreds of millions of dollars. If you want to hire that organization to kill a country's politician, they may be able to do it, but the cost will be sky-high!"
His voice was trembling, and he exhaled and said, "So far, I heard that they have taken on more than a thousand businesses, and the success rate is 100%!
Upon hearing this, Stanny took a deep breath. This completion rate was too exaggerated!
"But their organization's rules are very strange. For example, the hiring fee must be paid in full in advance, only one card player will be assigned to carry out each mission, and we are not allowed to interfere during the mission, etc."
After Dagu finished speaking, he said proudly: "Even if it is to kill that ordinary young man, the cost is as high as 100 million US dollars. I am also looking for an opportunity, and it would be best if I could take the opportunity to meet a card disciple."
"Awesome! If there really is such an organization, then why should we worry about failure? If Tony dares to stop me again, I will just pay a card player to kill him!"
When Stanny said this, he immediately coincided with Dagu on the other end of the phone, and the two of them laughed strangely across the phone.
Extra Chapter: Massacre of Freshmen (Tribute to Mr. Li)
Sakaar, wild garbage dump.
Above the sky, a huge space-time wormhole with a radius of one kilometer is gradually shrinking. Against the backdrop of thunder, storm and garbage rain, the last splash of the Eagle fighter's tail flame can be vaguely seen, and then it completely sinks into it and disappears in the wormhole that looks like a devil's cave.
Under the ground, the wreckage of a large crashed spaceship was leaning against a half-mountain of garbage. A raging fire was sweeping outward, and the scorching flames soon engulfed everything within a kilometer radius.
Dozens of small and medium-sized spaceships of the planetary guard flew low, and could only try to control the spread of fire in the area. No rescue operations were launched for the large spaceships that obviously had no chance of survival.
This catastrophic fire lasted for a full half day, until the flames were extinguished at nightfall. The guard spaceship returned to the main city of Saka, leaving behind a pile of charred ashes.
At night, the sky is dotted with colorful wormholes, and the faint stars cast their cold light on the burning earth.
'Rolling—'
The ashes of the garbage trembled slightly, and gray liquid tentacles suddenly emerged from the bottom, followed by a liquid body. It crawled out of the soil completely, shook off the dust on its body, and its body surface was similar in color to the ashes. Even if it was crawling on the ground for half a meter, no one could find it.
Quietly standing in the center of the burning earth area, the liquid creature fell into deep thought, with a series of questions running through his mind.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
After asking itself three times and getting no answer, the liquid creature tried to slide on the ground.
It passed by a small ball of remaining flame, covered it curiously, and easily extinguished the flame with its body.
As the flame went out, suddenly, an extremely familiar voice echoed in its mind.
"Massacre, I hope that in the next life, you will not have anything to do with me anymore..."
As if it had received a great stimulus, the liquid creature let out a sharp and hoarse sound of pain, and kept rolling on the ash-covered ground, making a faint sound of muttering to itself.
"Who are you? Who am I?!"
"I am Carnage?... No! I am not... I am Venom? No!... I am not I am not..."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
After a long time, the liquid creature calmed down and repeated, "I am toxin."
"Yes, I am Toxin." Toxin breathed a sigh of relief and said with certainty as if to convince himself.
It's neither Carnage nor Venom.
Derived indirectly from carnage and reborn in flames, it is a brand new nascent symbiote life form!
But not a single memory of regret or guilt was inherited.
After a brief moment of confusion, the toxin's racial instinct told it that it must find other creatures as hosts to survive.
"Yes. I can't die so easily without finding the meaning of existence!" Toxin convinced himself, and slid away, leaving the burnt earth area with no signs of life, and continued to move forward towards the city with flashing lights in the distance.
Eight years later.
Streets in the outer city, main city of Saka.
"Time to get out into the field and deliver the goods, Bagu!"
"Okay, boss!"
An alien man with horns on his head responded, nimbly caught the identification card thrown by the boss, waved his hand, and walked towards the medium-sized spaceship parked on the side of the street.
The spacecraft was started with an identification card. The alien man sat in the main driver's seat, skillfully operated the driving equipment, started the spacecraft and drove into the wild.
Looking at the colorful wormhole outside the windshield, the alien man pursed his lips, with some doubt in his dark gray eyes.
Since possessing and controlling this body, he has lived on this planet for eight years without changing his mind day after day. The toxins even forgot the burning area when it was first created.
But for some reason, every time I look at the wormhole in the sky, I always have a sense of yearning, as if something is calling it.
"It's time to go home, Toxin."
The voice said so seductively.
Venom shuddered all over, holding his head tightly, and let out low growls of endurance in pain.
Go home? Where is its home? What is the meaning of its existence
Who can tell it...
"Pah!"
Just then, the wind started to blow, and the garbage fell from above and hit the windshield of the spacecraft.
Dudu looked up and saw a wormhole in the sky ahead that was expanding little by little. Thunder and storms condensed and began to tear it into a huge devil's hole.