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In prison.

Obadiah lowered his head and remained silent.

Due to the deal between Tony and Lin Yu, the prison cell Obadiah is now in is not with other prisoners, but a single room. There is even enough food, fruit, books and newspapers, and a switch that he can open and close by himself.

electric light.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no sunshine and beach outside the window, people would probably think that we were on vacation.

Of course, for Obadiah, this should also be an environment that is intolerably dirty and messy.

But now he is just sitting here, closing his eyes.

Pepper's last words echoed in his mind.

Do you actually have such authority?

How can it be?!

It must be fake!

But...is it really fake?

Obadiah was in a state of confusion, and a quiet environment would always make people prone to overthinking.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came, but Obadiah ignored it and didn't even open his eyes.

He understood that if nothing unexpected happened, he would spend the rest of his life here.

So, something unexpected happened.

The cells were opened and two men walked in.

Obadiah raised his head feeling a little strange, opened his eyes, and suddenly entered his cell at night... What did he want to do?

What came into view was a man wearing a prison control officer's uniform, and another man in a suit and ties.

"Mr. Obadiah, nice to meet you." The man in suit said with a smile.

Obadiah's eyes focused on the other man's waist.

It was a dagger that obviously shouldn't be on a prison officer, a military tactical dagger.

Obadiah looked at the surveillance camera on top of the corner of the prison and found that at some point, the red light indicating that it was working had been extinguished.

"...Are you here to kill me?" Obadiah asked.

"Of course not. If you want to kill people, you don't need me to come here. I'm here to invite you to join our great cause," the man in the suit shook his head and replied, "We have a common enemy."

"Tony...Stark." Obadiah said the name slowly, his face suddenly becoming gloomy.

"Yes, the great Tony Stark, according to our intelligence, he seems to have developed a transcendent energy source that is enough to trigger the fourth energy revolution, or the kind that will completely overthrow." The man said softly.

"So, cooperation? Mr. Obadiah, when the time comes, we can make you the legitimate owner of Stark Industries, and it does not seem to be difficult to change its name to Stan Industries."

"What about you?" Obadiah looked directly at the man in front of him.

"We don't want much, just some products and financial support." The man said, "In any case, this is a win-win situation. It is better than Mr. Obadiah staying here until you die doing nothing."

Much better, isn't it?"

Obadiah's eyes moved slightly.

"I know that what you ask for will never be that simple. In the end, I may even become a puppet, or just kill the donkey... But, Tony Stark! He betrayed my trust, and he must die.

!

So, I agree to your deal."

Obadiah's eyes were dark and his tone was fierce.

"Mr. Obadiah, you misunderstood. We have always had considerable integrity and would never do the kind of thing you said." There was a trace of imperceptible disdain in the eyes of the man in the suit, and he still had a smile on his face.

With a full smile, he said.

"Stop talking nonsense, what are you going to do?" Obadiah asked.

"To achieve our goal, the most important thing is to let Tony Stark die, and now, he has been huddled in his villa, and the security force nearby has also been strengthened.

If the attack is carried out by force, there will be no problem with success, but it will cause some problems for subsequent Stark Industries and the control of that energy.

So, we need to bring Tony Stark out."

"How?" Obadiah asked.

"That depends on you, Mr. Obadiah." The man in the suit said, "Judging from the conditions of the prison you live in, we know that Tony Stark probably still can't bear it.

If you are seriously ill and write a deathbed letter in which you recall some good memories with him, I think he will come over."

"Ha, cheap means." Obadiah said.

"But it's effective, isn't it? Although it's despicable, we don't want to laugh at the same time, Mr. Obadiah."

The man in the suit pointed to the pen and paper on the table, "We still need a certain amount of time to prepare. Mr. Obadiah, you can prepare the content of the letter first... When the time is right, we will notify you.

"

"Haha." Obadiah sneered, "After talking for a long time, I don't even know who you are and whether you can do what you say."

"That's for sure." The man in the suit said.

"Just talking is not enough, I want to see solid proof." Obadiah was not moved at all.

"After you finish writing this letter and we are fully prepared, you will know. I can guarantee that it will definitely give you unprecedented confidence." The man in the suit said.

"Well, it's getting late, just wait for our notification. Good night, Mr. Obadiah."

The man in the suit bowed politely and then left the prison with the supervisors.

As the footsteps gradually faded away, the area became silent again.

Obadiah looked at the camera and found that it was back to work.

After thinking for a while, Obadiah still couldn't figure out which organization had such huge power and had a deep hatred for Tony.

However, thinking about the miniature Ark reactor on Tony's chest... Even if there is no hatred originally, it will be due to the huge interests, right?

In the darkness, Obadiah remained silent. As more and more pictures flashed through his mind, his eyes gradually became firm.

…

the next day.

"Peter?"

"...Peter?"

"Peter!"

"...What's wrong?" Peter raised his head in confusion.

A few strands of soft blond hair appeared in front of Peter's eyes along with an alluring fragrance.

So Peter continued to look up and saw the face that he had longed for and that had appeared frequently in his dreams recently - Gwen Stacy.

The distance was so close that Peter was stunned for a moment.

Not only because of the inexplicable feeling he had recently, but he was not reminded of this incident, but also because the girl he had been longing for was suddenly so close to him...

Peter's entire face began to become congested rapidly and turned red.

"You don't seem to be in very good spirits today. You've been sleeping on your stomach. Did something happen?" Gwen asked.

"No...nothing happened, I just..." Peter was about to say, when the scenes he saw yesterday flashed through his mind.

"Because?" Gwen asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing..." Peter shook his head slowly.

"Tell me, I know there must be something wrong with you." Gwen said.

"This... is just a bit..." Peter looked around. Because of Gwen's approach, most of the people in the class were looking here, and he subconsciously felt guilty.

"I know a good place, come with me." Gwen also understood.

"Huh?" Peter was stunned.

Before he could react...or rather, by the time he could react, he had already been dragged out of the classroom by Gwen.

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