Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

Gravity field control trap, that is, Victor's second skill.

This gravity cage increases the gravity of enemies in range, and Obadiah is currently subjected to 10 times the gravity.

The original 2 tons of armor now weighs 20 tons, but in fact, under the action of the Ark reactor, the armor can still operate with it intact.

The problem was that Karl used constant alternation of hot and cold and weak attacks to damage the power conduction parts of the armor itself.

This allowed a large part of the power of the armor to be transmitted to Obadiah's flesh.

For example, now, if he wants to stand up, the armor needs to output enough power to lift 20 tons of weight, even if only one-tenth of the power is transmitted to this old man, he can't stand it.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Obadiah, that we have had to come this far.

Carl said, looking at the operating arc reactor in front of him.

Obadiah panicked at this time, forced a smile and said: "Wait a minute--what

do you want? I can give it to you! Just like before! I can support you to do whatever you want! Money, women, and your disease, I can find thousands of internal organs for you until you find the one you want!

If we kill Tony, Stark Industries could even change its name to Karl Industries!"

Carl sighed, and then walked near the reactor control lever.

With his head down, Obadiah couldn't see what Carl was doing, he just felt that the arc reactor seemed to become more violent.

Karl pushed the joystick and said, "But who can guarantee that you won't sell me like you sold Stark, besides, I don't like to share power with others, let alone leave things to you like Stark's father and son."

It's a question of credit, Mr. Obadiah. "

And when it comes to the company's problems, Karl's company will soon go to the front of the curtain, and if Obadiah is still the boss of Stark Industries, he will find a way to take Karl under his command."

At this time, the instinct of businessmen - monopolies is fatal to those who want to enter.

This is a conflict of interest.

"But do you see Stark Industries, he grew up to be what he is today, all thanks to me!"

Obadiah's face twisted

--"People only know Stark and Son, who knows what will happen to the development of such a company?

Carl did not care about these bold words of the bald head, but silently adjusted the arc reactor to the maximum output, and then cut off one of the pipelines, overloading it.

Now the reactor is a bomb that could explode at any moment.

When Obadiah was tired, Carl turned around, looked at him and said

, "I don't care about that, but you see, I am indeed a grateful person, I will give you two choices."

The first one, I regret that I have to dispose of you here, but you can choose to go to jail or die here now. "

It's not so much the first choice as the first set of choices – either to die in prison or to die now."

Obadiah didn't speak—what about the second?"

Like you said, you are a talent, but a talent that I can't keep.

Carl shrugged, Tony Stark just lost, not dead.

As long as tonight's events get out, Obadiah has no way to live.

"You can do something shady to live, of course, the gangster emperor is also the emperor, although you can't come to the front of the curtain, but at least you can enjoy the beauty of the world."

I'll stuff some tech products into you, I'll find you when I need it, and whatever you want at other times.

"I choose

the second!" Obadiah chose the second without hesitation.

Although that would mean losing part of his freedom and becoming Carl's younger brother from now on, he would at least survive.

Deal... Just think you lost.

Carl smiled after listening -

"Then, welcome to become a non-staff member of Hextech. "

......

Outside, the building, which symbolizes Stark Industries' highest achievements in energy, and even the world's highest energy field, is surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

Inside are secret service organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D., F.B.I.I., and NSA, and on the outside are the NCPD's ordinary public safety police.

Half an hour had passed since Karl hammered Obadiah in, and people were nervous.

That devastating weapon was really impressive, especially S.H.I.E.L.D., who knew the whole picture and understood better what would happen if Obadiah won.

That fanatical warmonger doesn't just sell arms, he has a vast network of political connections, spread throughout Congress, and can even influence the president, which is the basis of the strength of arms dealers.

If he wins, then tomorrow the world will be full of that weapon of terror.

As we all know, nuclear bombs kill far less people than AK47s, and Stark Industries sells all weapons of war, including individual weapons.

It's hard to imagine what their tomorrow would be like if Obadiah had won.

They had sent support, but the sound of explosions and the crumbling building from time to time made them afraid to approach.

Finally, after a terrifying sonic boom, the entire building was deformed, and immediately after, the pillar of light soared

into the sky! The huge electric energy broke through the ceiling and soared into the sky, followed by a large-scale

explosion! The hot wave easily broke through the steel-concrete structure designed to prevent the spread of the explosion, and the shock wave caused the surrounding blockade and tanks to be overturned!

Through

the gap in her fingertips, Natasha saw a figure rushing out of

the flames! Bang!

Karl, surrounded by flames, smashed to the ground, made a few rolls on the ground, and then quickly got up and quickly extinguished the flames on his body--

"What happened?

"Don't you care about me first?" said Carl angrily, then pointed to the mushroom cloud formed by the explosion, "I don't think anyone can survive that explosion, and neither can he."

Carl

almost laughed angrily: "Miss, look at that mushroom cloud, if I see him being gasified by the explosion, should I die too?

If he survives in this environment, there's nothing I can do – I've been beaten badly inside, you have to understand me.

By the way, Stark Industries won't claim compensation from me for this, right?

"Stark Industries won't make a claim, but I'm going to make a claim from you—you made that armor!"

Tony, covered in injuries, emerged from the crowd, in a bad state.

Carl just waved his hand apologetically: "Then you can't blame me, I just follow the company's rules and fulfill the CEO's instructions."

He told me it was a top-secret project -- you know what a top-secret project is?

Oh yes, of course you know, Mr. Stark, and you.

Tony choked on this statement, and the agent next to him also looked helpless - Carl was right.

He just did his job step by step, and could it be that everyone who was told to join a classified project had to be notified

? What else was it called? And this was Stark Industries, and who knew what the hell they were doing with the military?

So Tony held back for a long time and said, "So that's why I'm closing the weapons manufacturing department -- you're really talented, I admit."

But stop being scammed.

Karl replied, "You're right, so I'm quitting and quitting."

"What?" Tony froze for a moment.

"I said, I'm not working, Mr. Stark, you have a smart head, but it seems to be limited to studying weapons.

Carl moved and looked at the battlefield.

Following his gaze, Natasha saw Carl observing the agents who had been carried away on stretchers.

Many of them are blurred in flesh and blood - the Iron Overlord armor, although it sometimes looks like just a light rub, is actually several tons of force acting on the human body.

Some have extensive burns, pierced by shrapnel, ruptured internal organs....

The situation at the scene was terrible, and the best estimate was to be paralyzed for the rest of his life.

"It seems that my Iron Overlord has caused quite a few problems.

Natasha quickly responded, "That's not your problem, but next time you really have to think about who to work for."

"Hehe, I'll think about it – but I'm not an irresponsible person, I can save some people and send them to the Imperial University School of Medicine."

After Carl finished speaking, he shot a hook cable towards the overhead and disappeared between the tall buildings.