Rise of an Empire

Hudson Yards.

Anton Vanke stood on the river embankment with a pale face, facing the rolling river water, wishing to dive in head first.

Yesterday, he was still very high-spirited, because the Ark Reactor, a masterpiece that spanned the ages, was actually completed in his hands.

Although the Ark reactor is still on the drawing board due to equipment and technology limitations, Anton Vanke believes that as long as someone is willing to invest, it can definitely be built within ten years.

By then, his name will be like that of Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein and others, and he will become a great scientist who will go down in history.

Of course, while being famous, he will also become a wicked rich man and live a luxurious and extravagant life all day long.

But all that is gone

That damn Howard

The Ark Reactor was the product of research between him and the other party. Although the other party provided the funds and equipment, and Howard also provided certain theoretical guidance, the most important construction and experimental data were all completed by himself.

While he was working day and night in the laboratory, that bastard Howard was sleeping with his young model in his arms in his mansion.

So yesterday afternoon, Anton Vanke, who had finally completed the Ark reactor, mustered up the courage to show his cards to the other party and asked Howard to add his name to the patent and pay him dividends by the way.

Look at Duke Wetting. It took a bunch of experimenters three years to build a mobile phone, but he just threw away his money and reputation. He has worked hard all these years to build the Ark reactor, but he can't compare to Heidi. That woman in Rama probably took less.

The result can be imagined

Howard is not a philanthropist. He is exactly the same as his predecessor Edison. He is quite generous when it comes to treating women, but he is very generous to his employees.

Then I can only laugh.

The two broke up on bad terms, and Anton Vanke naively planned to continue negotiating with Howard today. At worst, he didn't want 10, but only 5.

As a result, before he could see Howard's people, people from the General Administration of Immigration came directly to his door.

then no then

Although Anton Vanke looks like a furry bear, he is not a reckless man. Naturally, he knows that if he dares to do anything violent to resist the law, these guys might kill him on the spot.

After all, these people from the Immigration Bureau had obviously received instructions from Howard. They didn't care whether they were top scientists. In their eyes, they were just a poor man who had fled from the Soviet Union.

If they were beaten to death in the name of law enforcement, there would really be no room for reasoning.

"Anton Vanke, get on the boat." Seeing him still standing on the embankment, several armed immigration officers shouted at him with evil eyes.

hateful

Looking at the bustling Manhattan behind him with nostalgia, Anton Vanke felt extremely reluctant to leave.

He knew where the ship was going. Even though that bastard Howard didn't kill him personally, he was close to killing him.

With his status, if he is deported back to the Soviet Union, whether he can survive or not really depends on God's will.

Taking a frivolous step, Anton Vanke's legs shook like chaff.

He may not be afraid of death, but when he thinks about the life that will be worse than death after being deported, this strong man who is nearly two meters tall actually feels fear deep in his heart.

"Can you tell Howard, I don't want the patent, I don't want the dividends, don't deport me?" Looking at the cruise ship parked at the pier, Anton Vanke suddenly grabbed the escorts beside him and begged them.

No one wants to die. No one knows the current situation within the Soviet Union better than him.

If he was lucky, he would be shot directly. If he was not lucky, he wouldn't even dare to think about it.

It is a pity that although Anton Vanke has given up his dignity to beg, the armed law enforcement officers around him will not pay attention to him.

The order they received was that a big shot wanted to drive this Soviet guy back, and if necessary, he could kill him directly.

So in the face of Anton Vanke's begging, several immigration officials punched him without saying a word.

"Well" if we really talk about hand-to-hand combat, Anton Vanke is much stronger than these guys, but he doesn't dare to fight back at all. The two-meter-tall strong man can only hold his head with his hands, surrounded by several people. Punches and kicks.

"Get out of here, you damn Soviet dog. If you dare to mess around again, I'll kill you with one shot." After beating for a while, everyone who felt a little tired finally stopped and yelled viciously at the strong man lying on the ground. road.

The strong man lying on the ground looked at the sky with burning eyes, feeling so helpless and useless for the first time.

How about having a smart mind and a strong body?

With no power, no power, no money, I am just a cannon fodder no matter where I am.

Crossing rivers and demolishing bridges, unloading mills and killing donkeys, once they lose their use value, they will be directly cleaned up as garbage.

Is this the curse of my own destiny?

creak

A limousine rushed out of the bustling center of Manhattan at a speed of 90 miles per hour. It scared the hearts of many people along the way. The New York Department of Transportation received hundreds of complaint calls in just a few minutes. .

Ito Ichijo stepped on the brakes and the car left a thirty-meter-long brake mark on the road at the pier, and then stopped in front of the immigration officials by a hair's breadth.

"You're rushing to reincarnate." The frightened immigration official wanted to curse in anger. Is there anyone who drives like this?

But after they took a closer look at the car model and license plate, they immediately shut their mouths obediently. The guy who just cursed just shrank his head and squeezed into the crowd with all his strength.

The public may not be very familiar with Duke Wetting's car, but as people who work in government agencies every day, if they don't know it, they can really go back and learn it all over again.

Before Ito Ichijo could open the door, Conrad opened the car door and walked out of the back seat.

"Mr. Vanke, are you okay?" Ignoring the crowd watching the excitement, Conrad walked quickly to the strong man, squatted down and asked.

"It's okay, thank you Duke for your concern." The moment he saw Conrad, Anton Vanke felt like he had returned to heaven from hell.

In fact, with his ability, even if Howard can't accommodate him, he can do well in any company he finds.

But at the same time, everyone also knows that Howard is a stingy guy who will retaliate to death. For a Russian to offend the Stark Group, which is currently the most popular, the risk is really not worth it.