"What have you done?"
"Are you crazy!"
The scene at the speech was being broadcast live, and everyone could see the one-sided situation unfolding on the spot!
No matter how well-trained the ninjas were, they couldn't possibly confront those big things head-on!
The reach of the video wasn't actually limited to New York; people across the U.S. could see these fools exposed in the sunlight.
"Kidnapping Norman Osborn in broad daylight? What is wrong with your brain!" Murakami was so angry he started speaking without thinking.
Alexandra stood frozen in place, her limbs trembling as she fumbled toward the drawer.
"Are you f***ing listening to us? What are you looking for?"
Alexandra took out a bottle of small yellow pills from the drawer—the medicine they sold themselves.
"Damn it! You've lost your mind!"
The three of them disconnected simultaneously; they had to run now, it was time to prepare for the end.
Having taken the pills, Alexandra sat powerlessly in her chair.
In the empty conference room, Harry's voice rang out.
"Look, lady, your little tricks won't work on me. Kidnapping, murder—didn't Kingpin tell you how I beat him until he was scurrying away in terror?"
Kingpin also played a minor role in this event.
The Hand helped Kingpin transfer prisons, and Kingpin used his remaining influence as a cover—which was perfect for Norman to make an example of someone once he took office.
Kingpin was very afraid of Harry, but if he didn't find an opportunity to transfer prisons, he might really end up serving 600+ years in New York.
But could he really run?
Alexandra was silent; she didn't know what to say.
"You controlled my thoughts." The drugged Alexandra seemed to clear up a bit.
Recalling how she acted after making that call, she felt as though an inexplicable rage had been controlling her, driving her to act irrationally.
She hadn't taken the pills much since then, and now that she thought about it, it was indeed strange.
"I don't have that kind of ability." Harry laughed. "But I've learned some new tricks recently, and they work very well on people like you."
"I..."
"I'm already downstairs, lady. Remember when I said I'd have a power armor company in your face? Do you remember? Come down and take a look—the power of technology."
It was only then that Alexandra heard heavy footsteps coming from downstairs. Looking out the window, several blocks outside were surrounded by the National Guard!
Harry was holding onto the side of an armored vehicle with one Hand while calling Alexandra.
"Although it's a bit late, I've prepared an reinforced company for you; I hope you like it. Also, don't try to take a plane, if you want to leave with some dignity."
After Iron Man appeared, the Military had long since asked Harry to upgrade the Osborn Group's equipment. Harry had, of course, upgraded it, but the New York National Guard was the first to use the new version of the equipment.
The new version had some upgrades in comfort and mobility based on the technology from the Iron Man Suit, but its purpose remained unchanged.
"Lady, this is war, but you don't seem to know how to fight."
"Assassination and kidnapping aren't called war. This is what you call war. Hurry down; I've prepared a special seat for you."
Harry's punchable tone finally made Alexandra lose her patience, and she crushed the phone on the spot.
What else was there to say? The power armor had already driven up to her doorstep.
Facts proved that Madam Gao's withdrawal from New York was a wise choice.
Aside from firepower, power armor was far superior to tanks in every aspect.
If tanks had driven into downtown New York, the citizens would have already exploded, and by now, they would probably be shouting "Nazi."
But what if it was power armor?
"New York State has its own Iron Man!"
"[Photo with power armor]"
"They look really strong; I have a bold idea."
"I wonder if they'll sell them to private individuals. I heard the latest power armor only costs 7 million U.S. dollars."
"Only? That's way more expensive than a tank, bro!"
"Norman Osborn is the coolest Governor in history!"
"Crush these Terrorists!"
Public opinion had actually surged; this situation had everything to do with Iron Man, making it easier to guide public opinion.
Thank you, Tony.
On the other Hand, it also had everything to do with Alexandra's out-of-control behavior. It wasn't unjust at all to label her with a terrorist attack.
The ability mentioned in the psionic theory worked very well on addicts, even if Harry hadn't expected Alexandra to blow him up the moment she hung up the phone.
Someone who has lost their reason is truly terrifying.
Looking at Harry, who was dressed in a suit and polished leather shoes, accompanied by beautiful women and the Military, Alexandra felt somewhat powerless.
"This is my company; the National Guard shouldn't be here!"
Even if she was exhausted, she still had to do what needed to be done.
"Wow, don't say that. There's more than just the National Guard here. Let me introduce you."
"This is an enforcement officer from the Federal IRS, this is a prosecutor from the New York State Prosecutor's Office, this is Officer Misty from the NYPD, and this is..."
"Shut up!" At that moment, to Harry, Alexandra looked like a middle-aged woman going through menopause. "You have no evidence!"
"I do." Harry walked up slowly, leaned into her ear, and said, "Remember the equipment explosion at your company?"
"Although it might not be complete, it's more than enough to launch an investigation. How many years do you want to spend in prison?"
Seeing Harry lean in, Alexandra's expression turned cold, and she pushed her Hands toward Harry through the air!
Harry only felt his chest take a heavy blow—a heavy hammer that might have weighed a few hundred kilograms, but don't forget, his bones were infused with Vibranium.
Everyone just felt a gust of wind blow by; Harry's clothes fluttered without wind, but his body didn't even sway.
"What's wrong? I'm not interested in old ladies. Watch your Hands."
Harry grabbed her Hand and moved it away from his chest.
A massive force almost crushed Alexandra's Hand, and the pain almost made her change her expression.
"Where is your Black Sky? How exactly did you sit in this position?"
This time, Alexandra's expression really changed; this man even knew about Black Sky!
"Hand over the dragon bone powder, and I might spare you. Of course, you have to get out of New York and never appear in front of me again."
Harry waved his Hand, and several officials produced their credentials in succession. Ordinarily, if several departments produced credentials for a suspect, they would end up fighting each other, but this time Harry had gathered them together, so naturally, such a problem wouldn't occur.
They would interrogate her one by one, and everyone would get to eat.
Alexandra knew she had no cards left to play.
Or rather, she didn't know how to play. This feeling was as if they were playing Landlord, gambling with playing cards to win money.
And Harry, Harry just used U.S. dollars to make up the numbers to suppress you; you play a two, and he throws down a Franklin:
Joker!
It was truly a bit like calling a deer a horse.
The key was that she had already fallen into the trap and couldn't refuse.
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