At that moment, he truly experienced what it felt like for a major force to have a capable subordinate.
"Understood, Boss. Don't worry, I'll go rest right away."
After hearing Killian speak so firmly, Samuel also felt the simultaneous protest coming from both his stomach and his mind. He immediately replied, though his eyes still lingered regretfully on the flower before him.
At that moment, Samuel could not help thinking that if only a person did not need to eat, then he could stay rooted to his work forever and devote himself entirely to research.
After talking with Samuel for a while longer and reminding him to take care of his health, Killian ended the day's schedule and returned home.
"Baymax, search for all information on Alfred Gerard, especially find a way into his computer. I want it now."
After returning home, Killian sat in front of his computer, eating a simple dinner while speaking to Baymax in the room.
Thanks to his deliberate modifications, the entire house, aside from the physical Baymax unit standing by the entrance, had been installed with Baymax's intelligent chips.
In other words, Killian now possessed something similar to the Jarvis system in Tony Stark's seaside mansion from Iron Man 3.
It was just that, due to the limitations of current technology and networks, both internet speed and signal transmission were still heavily restricted.
It could be said that every step Baymax was currently capable of had been developed by Killian through one instruction after another, rather than by true independent inference.
It was just like the voice assistants and chat systems from before Killian transmigrated, they all needed people constantly testing them, feeding them large quantities of data and dialogue, expanding their "intelligence."
Only after accumulating enough of that over time could they begin to resemble pseudo-artificial intelligence.
But in truth, every sentence they spoke had still been pre-written by the person behind them.
"Sir, according to database records, Alfred Gerard was born in..."
"Additionally, social news related to Alfred Gerard was detected today. Due to major public backlash over human experimentation under his supervision, he has been dismissed by AbbVie Biopharmaceutical."
"Also, according to First Protocol, restrictions may be overridden when carrying out Mr. Killian's commands. Through retrieval of Alfred Gerard's relevant surveillance footage, he is currently on Third Avenue in New York. Related video has been projected."
After hearing Killian's order, the intelligent Baymax system located in the living room immediately reported through the nearby speakers.
And once it finished, the television in the distance lit up, displaying surveillance footage of Alfred Gerard.
If an outsider had seen it, they would immediately have recognized that the monitor feed was clearly from the police department's city street surveillance system.
And as if to help Killian see even more clearly, several different cameras that captured Alfred Gerard at various angles were enlarged simultaneously.
Looking at Alfred Gerard on the screen, Killian could not help feeling a bit emotional.
This man, who only that morning had been aggressively threatening to have him killed, had been reduced to this state before he even had the chance to act.
"Continue retrieving all useful information related to Alfred Gerard and list it on my computer in text form."
"I want to see what exactly is going on behind all this."
After thinking for a moment, a sharp light flashed in Killian's eyes. He then moved to the computer and gave Baymax the next order.
Soon after, a text document appeared and began generating itself on the desktop.
Inside it, dates, times, and names were all being entered by Baymax at an astonishing speed of tens of thousands of words per second, described in pure text.
In only a few minutes, several thousand pages of information related to Alfred Gerard had been summarized by Baymax.
At that moment, Killian immersed himself completely in organizing the clues surrounding Gerard.
Then, after several hours had passed,
Killian, who had still been recording and analyzing everything, suddenly stiffened, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"So it was you... Kingpin."
Looking at the chart of clues he had built, where one seemingly unrelated thread after another ultimately converged on the same person through various hidden connections, Killian knew he had found the one he had been looking for.
At that moment, looking at the clue map in front of him, Killian had basically sorted out the full chain of events.
Gerard had used one of his trusted men to contact Kingpin and order him to get rid of Killian.
But for some reason, Kingpin no longer wanted to remain under that man's control.
So instead, he made the first move and dealt with Gerard.
A rebellion.
He would become a truly independent underground emperor, the kind who would never again allow anyone to stand above him and issue commands.
At that thought, an amused smile appeared on Killian's face.
The current Kingpin had not yet grown into the famous philanthropist of later years, the Wilson Fisk beloved by New York's citizens.
But from the traces already visible now,
Killian could tell that the man was preparing to transform.
And Gerard was the only person standing above him, and the only one who possessed dirt on him.
So for the sake of a smooth transition, Kingpin had to cut away the power Gerard could still use against him first.
And then silence him completely.
After all, at this point in time, if Gerard met with an accident, everyone would naturally assume it was the work of a competitor, or perhaps even Killian's retaliation.
Meanwhile, Kingpin would remove himself perfectly from suspicion, and no one in the world would be left with leverage over him.
As expected of the emperor of the underworld.
After understanding the man's methods, Killian could not help feeling a trace of admiration for the Kingpin he had never even met.
Decisive enough, ruthless enough, ambitious enough.
It was just a pity that the man was currently at the height of his rise and would never tolerate anyone above his head.
Otherwise, Killian really would have wanted to take him in and have him help manage the company.
"Baymax, create a dedicated file on Kingpin, then back up all current records. After that, help this guy erase these traces."
With a faint smile, Killian stood up and said to Baymax.
And after giving the order, Killian lay down on the bed.
After a day of nonstop work, his body had truly reached its limit.
...
The next day.
Morning.
As sunlight illuminated the earth, Killian's phone suddenly rang.
"Boss, there's a Miss Maya Hansen here at the company asking to see you."
"She also presented your business card."
After he picked up, the company receptionist spoke from the other end of the line.
(End of Chapter)
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