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Chapter 63 Trading
Florida, Miami.

The villas with white stucco walls and light red roof tiles are surrounded by lush forests, and the vegetation in the huge courtyard is ingeniously trimmed, giving it the atmosphere of a medieval manor.The entire courtyard is guarded by guards in black suits who look like template agents in spy war movies.
Aldridge Killian was wearing a white suit with a black lining, and was waiting in the open space behind the courtyard with his hands in his trouser pockets.The bald man next to him was named Eric Savin, his most capable confidant, and also the most successful example of his men after undergoing the transformation of the Extremis virus.

Killian did not know how many times he raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

"There is only one minute left, and there is not even a ghost in the sky." He hummed in a low voice, "It seems that the so-called Hydra leader is not a person who has a good sense of time."

Just a few seconds after his words fell, a violent roar sounded above their heads out of thin air.Steel lines emerged in the air, gradually outlining the outline of a huge fighter jet full of sci-fi style.Like a bird of prey spreading its wings, the pitch-black Quinjet descended gradually amidst the beeping of the anti-gravity device.

The hurricane almost blinded one's eyes, and the hem of Killian's white suit fluttered in the wind.He looked up at this cool fighter and pouted: "Show off."

The Quin-jet fighter landed vertically and smoothly on the open space, and the elevator gangway was lowered from the rear side.An old man walked down the gangway. His face was firm and firm, his eyes seemed peaceful but intentionally or unintentionally revealed snake-like sharpness. He was dressed in a pure black suit, like a mourner.

This is Michael - wearing a digital mask.This is a mask he has prepared a long time ago, specially prepared for the identity of the commander of Tianjian.As the leader of such a large organization, you can't just hide behind the scenes forever. There are always things that are more convenient to come forward in person.

This mask was also used for the first time since it was made.

Killian quickly put on a standard commercial smile, acting like an old friend he hasn't seen for many years.

"We're expecting you," he said, stepping forward. "To be honest, we're really flattered to have the attention of people as big as you."

Michael's face was expressionless, and he said in a hoarse and gloomy voice after his voice was changed: "I don't like wasting time, Mr. Killian. My schedule is always very tight, so how about we save the politeness and get straight to the point?"

"I'm so happy." Killian turned sideways and raised his hand to signal, "This way please."

Michael waved his hands at the Heavenly Sword agents who were following him as personal bodyguards, signaling them to stay where they were, and then he followed Killian and walked into the villa.

The villa has a large space, and most of the rooms are in a square shape, with symmetrical space and rigorous layout.They walked inward along the patchwork, and from time to time, Killian peeked at the old man with a rigid face behind him, and his mind was active.

"Before I always thought that your organization had been wiped out." Killian asked casually, "It is reported that Hydra was completely eradicated by Aegis."

"'Cut off one head and two will grow', I'm sure you've heard the saying, Mr. Killian. And it's not just for nothing." Michael said indifferently, "You just need to know that Hydra is still Exist, and still have powers beyond your imagination. Other matters—for your own sake, Mr. Killian—are best left alone.”

Killian shrugged: "I understand, I just said it casually."

He led Michael across most of the villa, and came to a room with an ultra-thick alloy door.Unlock the electronic lock, and inside is a spacious experimental field like a warehouse, with a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

"As you may already know, our Pioneer Technology think tank has successfully developed this super virus named 'Extreme'."

Killian entered the room, striding over to the edge of the console.He pressed a few buttons to activate the holographic projector in the room, projecting multiple file information.

He smiled, "You have taken a fancy to the potential of the 'Desperate Land' project, and this is definitely a decision that you will not regret. This proves that you have a vision that surpasses others, and you are not blind like an idiot like Stark."

Then Killian, like a dutiful salesman, introduced Michael to the various advantages of Extremis.According to his explanation, he seems to have found a way to hack into any biological hard disk, and modify the DNA of the organism to obtain a comprehensive enhancement.The Extremis has unimaginable physical strength, excellent motor reflexes, great strength, bounce, and more importantly, can heal from almost any injury—except for beheading or smashing hearts. instant fatal injury.

In the demonstration video specially prepared by Killian, the high temperature released by his Extremis to the body surface is enough to melt steel, and even a palm can split a heavy armored tank.When necessary, they can even act as human bombs. When their own temperature exceeds the critical temperature, they will explode with a limit temperature exceeding [-], which is astonishingly destructive and difficult to prevent.

It is simply the ultimate weapon of terrorists.

Killian talked on and on for a long time, but until he played the last demo video, the old man in black looked calm, as if the series of advantages he just boasted were inconsequential and not worth surprising him at all .

After Killian's introduction, Michael looked at the documents and information for a while, and asked slowly: "It seems that a similar bombing occurred in the center of Manhattan a few days ago. I guess, that was also your work?"

Killian was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to lie to this mysterious old man: "That is indeed the result of 'Desperate', but that is not in our plan. It is one of our customers .Because of his personal self-control problem, he ingested an excessive amount of 'Extreme' at one time, causing him to overheat and detonate. That...was actually an accident."

"That is to say, your virus will have drug dependence problems." Michael said unhurriedly, "And once you become addicted, the result of inhaling an overdose will be a large-scale self-destruction over [-] degrees Celsius, right?"

"...doesn't rule out the possibility." Killian had to admit, "but think tanks are working on solving the overheating problem, and I believe we will have a solution soon. Addiction is only relative, as long as it is properly controlled"

"Drug dealers like to say that too. But I'm afraid arming all my soldiers into drug-addicted self-propelled dynamite packs is not the result I want." Michael said, paused, and his eyes seemed to reveal something inadvertently. With a cold air like a flying knife, "Furthermore. Actually, I didn't really want to buy your 'Desperate Land' from the very beginning."

Killian frowned: "What do you mean?"

If this dialogue continues to develop like this, normally it should reach the stage of beating up a few people, slapping a few faces, and then repairing a few shiny terrorists.But I don't know if it was lucky for Killian, a loud gunshot and fighting outside the door ended the conversation.

Killian put on the wireless headset: "What's going on?"

There was a strong electrical noise and gunshots that shook the eardrums in the headset, and the roar of a guard came out amidst these noises: "We are under attack! It's steel. Ahh!!"

There is no need to guess too much, the answer to the mystery will be revealed in the next moment.Three seconds later, the alloy door was blasted open by a huge force from the outside. The dented and deformed door panel broke free from the door frame and moved more than ten meters in translation before spinning to a stop.

Thick smoke and dust were flying at the gate, and the red-gold armor stood outside the gate, and the light released by the arc-shaped energy core on the chest reflected a light blue light path between the dust.He raised his palm, and a high concentration of energy was gathered at the muzzle of his palm, as if it would roar out at any moment.

It's Iron Man arriving.

(Thanks to book friend Zhenglian Zhengtai Captain for the 2000 starting point coins, and book friend Zi Yumo for the 1000 starting point coins!)

(End of this chapter)