Meiman Killer Daily

18

"This guy Reed is also a lunatic!"

In Stark's studio, Peter handed over all the file information that Reed had given him, as well as the technology he was researching. Peter originally planned to establish an umbrella company, but Stark suddenly discovered that this company was indeed very good.

Master various scientific and technological knowledge to reserve, and then use copyright patents as an entry point to continuously reward scientists to help scientists from various countries around the world develop new technologies.

At the same time, he secretly has people like Peter to supervise him. Once any evil heretics appear, directly ordering their eradication will not cause any harm to this society. Stark feels that leaving it to Peter to manage is simply a good thing to let pigs win over.

Well, Peter's violence is everything, and he can't do such brainy things at all.

The final result is that Stark becomes a shareholder and as an invisible man intelligently manages the entire Umbrella Company and improves it comprehensively. Externally, Peter is the spokesperson of this company. No one will find out that the Umbrella Company is related to him, nor will he.

Has anyone discovered the true activities of Umbrella Corporation.

"What the bells and whistles is?!"

A series of information turned into shadow diagrams and appeared in front of Peter. Looking at the dazzling drawings, Peter found that his brain was really hard to use because he really couldn't understand anything. Everything in front of him was like a heavenly book.

Same.

"He is making an instrument, an instrument that can absorb cosmic light. If successful, this thing can replace various energy sources such as solar energy, thus bringing mankind into a new era."

“Can everything like gasoline be replaced?!”

As Stark explained, Peter asked in curiosity mode. Stark nodded and waved his hand. The shadow map in front of him changed, and an elemental map that Peter had never seen before appeared.

In front of you.

"Not just gasoline, even the polluting materials of nuclear power can be completely replaced. And this energy is a renewable energy. Don't worry about depletion at all. It is pollution-free and pure cosmic energy. How did he find this frequency...

…What a miracle.”

"Does that mean investing in him?!"

He didn't understand and was a little confused. Peter could only confirm and asked, and Stark nodded again.

"Leave this matter to me. The investment they want is not only money, but also a variety of equipment and a space station!"

"space station?!"

Even rich people may not own something like a space station. Peter said that he could not afford to play a game that burned money, while Stark muttered to himself and fell into deep thought.

"The energy of the universe must naturally be absorbed in the universe. There are only seven space stations in the entire outer space of the earth. Russia and the United States have one each. The International Space Station is the third. The remaining four are private space stations, one of which is private.

I know their identity, but I don’t know if they are willing to sell it to me!”

"Don't you have one yourself?!"

"Launching a satellite is easy. It doesn't matter what you put on the satellite. But if you want to build a space station, Peter believes me that this is a black hole. No amount of money you have is enough to fill it. At the beginning, I didn't think so.

It is applicable, so I have not thought about or invested money in this aspect, but if you look at research like this and think outward, the value of a space station is worthy of discussion."

Stark's thoughts made Peter's scalp numb. Peter had never been exposed to such unconventional business or technological activities. His satellite still flew into the sky relying on the system. It was useless from beginning to end.

Fortunately, his satellite does not require manual maintenance, so Peter will not be too worried.

But looking at Stark's look, he was just thinking about how big I want to build, how good I want to build, what is money, you are kidding me, rich people can really do whatever they want, no matter which world, no matter what

No matter what kind of environment, the word "rich" is something that makes people envious. The key is that Stark's money is very clean, in Peter's opinion.

Don't think about those things anymore. Anyway, it has nothing to do with him. If Stark likes Reed, let him like her. Anyway, his target is Susan. If Reed is busier, won't he have more opportunities to be with her?

Susan was together, banging on the table and talking about another thing

"Did you find out what I asked you to investigate?"

Stark glanced at Peter, and the breath map in front of him changed, and a spy photo of the person who committed suicide and turned into blood appeared in front of him.

"This person's DNA is not an American national, and I don't know which country he is from, but through surveillance cameras in the surrounding area, I discovered that this person's identity was that he traveled directly from France to New York in March, and the further information showed that he transited in Germany.

, the continuous series of operations seemed to be a disguise, and his identity was different every time he landed on the plane. I also investigated through special surveillance videos to find out who he was!"

"How did I know? I know and there is no need to ask you."

Peter shook his head and didn't know the other party's identity at all, but when reading the information, he found a keyword.

"Latvian!?"

"A country that is closed to the outside world and has no diplomatic relations at all. Mysterious beauty is the characteristic of this country. The local tourism industry is quite developed."

Stark quickly explained that there is actually nothing to investigate about this country. It is just slightly larger than Switzerland and located on the edge of Eastern Europe. In recent years, it has stabilized and mainly developed tourism, making the country slightly richer.

That's all. Peter didn't explain anything. The old man's problem was his own order, and it had nothing to do with Stark.

"It's okay. Reed's work will be left to you. I'll leave first."

"He doesn't know that the umbrella belongs to you and me."

Stark looked at Peter's back to confirm. Peter waved his hand, turned around, raised his index finger and pointed in the direction of Reed as a reminder.

"Don't worry, I don't know. You want to make enemies for yourself. I don't want people to misunderstand you, but I still want to remind you Stark, if Reed grows up, if he really grows up one day in the future,

If you become that Pirate King, you will definitely suffer."

"I have never forgotten my original intention, I just want to make this world no longer sad!"

Those who do not forget their original intention, their innocent heart also depends on their identity, time and place. Whether Stark is good or bad is not a question that Stark himself can decide. Some people are like flies. They will buzz and tell them that they are right.

Then when he has the power, he will hurt and destroy you. Stark may soon experience this pleasure.

"Jesus thought the same thing, and then he was sent away from the earth by Judas!"

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Green mountains, green waters, birds singing and fragrance of flowers. When Peter walked out of Latvinia's capital airport, he had a feeling of a paradise for Latvinia. It is really like a paradise on earth, with various subways and subways in the city built on the mountains.

The cable car is in good order, and police patrols on the streets even feature horse police.

The fresh air is refreshing, and the laughter of the pedestrians on the road does not seem to be disguised. I continue to walk towards the station along the map, and the cable car slowly passes by, without any heart palpitations.

Peter instinctively made a dodge action, and inserted a long, thin needle into the ground. Peter looked up and saw four or five men jumping down from the top of a room not far away.

It was obviously aimed at him and wanted to attack him. Does that mean that the other party also knew his itinerary well? Peter walked around the street and quickly left his original position. The virtual image was turned on directly, and an undetectable light shone.

On the body, as long as there is no cover or in an open area, Peter can change into any appearance.

The dagger was pulled out from the belt and hidden in the sleeve. A masked man walked from the crowd. The people in Latvinia around him seemed to have been accustomed to it, as if they knew the identities of these people. Peter was very surprised by this,

If it is true that tourism is the main industry, why can’t I see many tourists in Latvinia? The current period of July and August is the best time to really travel.

Soon after, the man and Peter passed each other. Because of the disguise of the virtual image, the man did not notice the difference between Peter. He just regarded the other person as a citizen of Latvinia. He turned around and raised his arms, catching the other person off guard.

Wanting to resist, the dagger had already been inserted into the man's throat, and the virtual image shrouded him in it. He tightly covered the man's mouth and dragged him into the darkness of the street.

A minute later, Peter climbed over the wall and emerged from the stone pavement on the opposite side of the street. He looked around casually. This time he turned into a traveler, holding a virtual map in his hand. Two men in black clothes appeared from behind him, seriously.

After looking at Peter, who had pure white skin and golden hair, this was not their goal. After a while, the conversation dispersed again.

Peter did not relax his vigilance. The excitement of Latvinia was no less than that of going to the White House alone. The people here are numb and the scenery is beautiful. But when you really walk into it, you will find out what kind of place Latvinia is.

In the terrifying city, a black shadow descended from the sky with a long sword and struck at Peter. He jumped back and drew his gun before making an attack. A bullet penetrated Peter's shoulder.

The holographic image was disturbed by 00, and the mosaic-like picture revealed Peter's whereabouts. There were hundreds of men in black from all directions, holding weapons and surrounding Peter. The alarm suddenly sounded, and the air combat machine crashed into the backing building not far away and collapsed.

Ruins of bricks and tiles blocked the streets, and flying dust obscured everyone's view.

The man in black stood on alert, guarding Peter's position. However, after a long time, when the dust and fog dissipated, where Peter was just now, there was only one set of clothes and shoes left. Peter didn't even put on his underwear, so he took off all of them.

I stayed here.

"He came in, it seems, not for Connorson, but for Morse Griska!" (To be continued)