blogombal Chapter 31 The Value of the Armor? He's a monster!
Chapter 31 The Value of the Armor? He's a monster!
Chapter 31 The Value of the Armor? He's a monster!
"So you're saying you're planning to sell it? Does Tony know about this?"
Seeing Horn sitting in the main seat without any hesitation, Obadiah Stane smirked and walked over to sit on the single sofa next to him.
"Of course he didn't know."
Horn shook his head and said in a relaxed tone.
"So, is this just your personal opinion?"
Obadiah Stanislav raised an eyebrow, a thought forming in his mind. "Is this kid planning to betray Tony? Haven't they always had a good brotherly relationship?"
"After this kidnapping, Tony's thinking has changed. Of course, he doesn't want to sell technology that's far more dangerous than the weapons the Ministry of Weapons deals with. I'm different. In my opinion, as long as I can make money, what do I care about other people's lives?"
Horn crossed his legs and, using his Observation Haki, sensed the other person's emotional change, then smiled and offered an explanation.
Backstabbing Tony?
That's not something he would do.
"That's right!"
Obadiah's eyes lit up, dispelling his doubts, and he immediately asked, "So, at what price do you plan to sell it?"
"This number."
Horn held up one finger.
"One hundred million? No problem! I'll have someone draft a contract right away."
Obadiah Stanislav glanced at it, his heart skipped a beat, as if afraid the other party would change their mind, and he hurriedly agreed.
"One hundred million yuan can't even buy a single Raptor fighter jet, and you expect to buy armor blueprints?"
Horn's lips curled into a sneer.
"So you mean, one billion?"
Obadiah Stanislav frowned slightly. This price was somewhat beyond his expectations, considering that his total net worth was only a little over 20 billion, which included fixed assets.
Horn didn't answer. He slowly picked up the tea served by the butler, glanced at it but didn't drink it. He just held it to his nose and smelled the faint aroma of the tea. After all, who knew if this guy would poison him?
Then he simply uttered four words: "Tenfold again."
"What?! Ten billion?! And in US dollars?"
Obadiahstan was startled and stood up.
"Yes, you'll understand its value once you see the design drawings. I can say with certainty that once it's manufactured, each set will cost at least ten times the price of a Raptor fighter jet, and militaries around the world will absolutely be scrambling to buy it."
When Horn said this, his face still showed that composure and absolute confidence.
However, he dug a hole in that statement. He was referring to the complete Mark Armor, which includes a super artificial intelligence control system and a miniature arc reactor, both of which are also the core of the Mark Armor.
If we compare the complete Mark armor to a person, then the armor itself is just the body, the super artificial intelligence control system is the soul, and the miniature arc reactor is the most important heart. All three are indispensable.
Especially the miniature arc reactor; after all, with the technological talent at Obadiah St.'s disposal, it wouldn't be difficult to create a low-end version of the super artificial intelligence control system if they were willing to spend the money.
But no one but Tony and he could build a miniature arc reactor.
Ivan Vanko could do it, but he wouldn't associate with someone like Obadiah Stanislav, especially since nobody knows where he is right now.
"Ten times the value of a Raptor fighter jet? That's an exaggeration. That's an aerial combat monster. How could a mere land-based exoskeleton armor be worth ten times more?"
Obadiah Stanislav frowned, becoming even more curious about the design drawings.
Believe it or not, that's the price.
Horn shrugged, completely unconcerned about the other party's attitude, and offered no further explanation.
In any case, he has complete control, and it's only the other side that's anxious.
"Let me think about it."
Obadiah Stane hesitated, then picked up a cigar and lowered his head in deep thought.
Looking at Horn's calm and confident demeanor, he felt it was not an exaggeration, but rather a statement of fact.
In his mind, what kind of armor could compare to the Raptor fighter jet?
Is the price still ten times higher?
He couldn't even imagine it.
"No rush, I can give you half a month to consider it, but let me make it clear first, the price will be different by then."
After Horn finished speaking, he put down his teacup and stood up.
"What's the price?"
Obadiahstan paused for a moment, then asked.
"This number."
Horn held up two fingers.
Two hundred billion?! Why don't you just rob someone?!
Obadiah Stanislav stared wide-eyed, saying incredulously.
"Like I said, this is the price. It's up to you whether you buy it or not. But I'm afraid that even if I offer this price, others will be scrambling to buy it, and you won't get a chance."
Horn smiled slightly, said nothing more, and walked away from the villa.
He then noticed that the group of bodyguards guarding the door pointed their guns at him again when he came out, which made his eyes turn cold instantly.
"Two hundred billion—and they're still fighting over it?!"
Obadiah Stane couldn't understand where Horn's confidence came from.
Although he was determined to get the design, the price was completely unacceptable to him, given his total net worth of over 20 billion.
Besides, if it can be obtained for free, who would spend a lot of money to buy it?
He didn't know the design drawings were in the other party's hands before, but now that he does, he's determined to get them no matter what means he has to use!
He was going to kill the other person eventually anyway!
Just as he was thinking this, a voice suddenly rang out behind him, making him jump and dare not make a move. "By the way, a friendly reminder: don't get any funny ideas, or the bodyguards outside will be your fate."
"Bodyguards outside?"
Obadiah's pupils contracted, and he strode to the door.
The mangled corpse and severed limbs were scattered throughout the courtyard, and the crimson blood bloomed like bright red flowers everywhere.
Looking around, not a single body was intact; each death was more gruesome than the last.
"You...you killed them all!?"
His face was filled with shock, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.
In the short span of a dozen seconds between Horn's departure and return, all twenty-odd bodyguards guarding the door were decapitated and killed!
And the whole process was completely silent, without the slightest sound attracting his attention inside the room!
How terrifying is that skill?
"Yeah, you know, I hate it when people point guns at me."
Horn nodded, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world, then looked up at the other man, "Mr. Stan won't mind, will he?"
"No, no, they broke the rules first, pointing guns at you. If you kill them, they deserve it."
Feeling that chilling gaze again, Obadiah Stanislav broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that the other party would kill him as well, and hurriedly waved his hands to explain.
Filled with fear, he completely abandoned any wicked thoughts. The difference in strength between them was far beyond what ordinary people could compare to. If he wanted the design blueprints, he could only buy them, or he would have to find a way through Tony.
Now he just wants to get rid of the other person as soon as possible, and he never wants to see them again for the rest of his life.
He's a monster!