"Mr. Osborn, this system is truly exquisite. Perhaps we could consider a partnership? We have the most extensive software development experience, as well as the best resources and platforms."
"Thank you, Mr. Hurd, but I have already handed this project over to a subsidiary. If you're interested, you can contact this person. ]|I{•---» «---•}I|[ Reading M"
Harry shook hands with Mark Hurd.
As for taking a stake or getting a piece of the pie, he would let Bone worry about that.
In New York, the hardware installation for ctOS had already begun.
"Mr. Osborn, I heard your company has been very interested in aerospace recently. We are developing a brand-new Rocket; perhaps you'd be interested?"
"The Falcon Heavy, right? I like it. I'll call you later."
Musk's idea of building the Falcon Heavy Rocket was still considered a crazy move at this time, but Harry knew they indeed had the capability.
But Harry wanted more than just a launch vehicle; he just didn't know if this Musk could be even crazier.
"Mr. Osborn, I am William Rollins. It's a pleasure to meet you."
This William was blind in one eye, supposedly injured during an operation. He had even been promoted because of it and was now a senior CIA Agent.
In reality, he was the Director of the CIA's Special Activities Division.
Harry smiled and shook hands with him, though Harry knew he wasn't a good person.
"Mr. Rollins, I'm pleased to meet you too. Is there something I can help you with?"
"This ctOS system would be of great help to domestic counterintelligence and intelligence work. On behalf of my superiors, I hope to discuss a partnership with you."
The CIA coming to talk to me about a partnership?
Harry raised an eyebrow.
Used correctly, this thing could indeed be called a secret-killer, but why should I share it with you?
"Wait a moment, Mr. Rollins. If I'm not mistaken, are the FBI and the NSA also on their way?"
William nodded.
"Then I might have to disappoint you. ctOS is primarily used to improve the lives of citizens, not for prying into privacy. If the local state government needs it, I will share its data with them."
Harry presented himself as a law-abiding citizen but didn't really want to cooperate with intelligence agencies.
"Is that so? If you change your mind, contact me."
William didn't say much else; he handed over a business card and left.
It would have been fine if he hadn't shown up, but as soon as he appeared, Harry remembered the major case he was involved in.
This guy had organized an elite force through black-box operations overseas, called the Hellhound Squad.
Nominally, this squad used any means necessary to find high-value targets and employed kidnapping, interrogation, assassination, and other shady methods to achieve strategic goals.
But in reality, they were helping the CIA do things like drug trafficking, torturing civilians, and killing people at will.
Once Frank returned home, they wanted to silence him by taking him out.
Frank had always thought a gang war led to his family's death, but in reality, the CIA had arranged that firefight.
In the end, Frank didn't die, but his family did.
So in Harry's eyes, the CIA was far more outrageous than the FBI or the NSA; they had actually found an elite squad to help them sell drugs abroad!
Even more terrifying, they would even use the bodies of American soldiers to hide the drugs.
Harry didn't sympathize with the U.S. military, but this practice was somewhat unacceptable to him.
Overall, Harry didn't really want to deal with them, but if they insisted on bumping into him, Harry wouldn't mind helping them change directors.
Soon the FBI and the NSA arrived as well, but they were all rejected by Harry one by one.
Incidentally, the head of the NSA in New York was also related to the death of Frank's family; Harry would replace him sooner or later.
The annoying Agents left, and the annoying reporters arrived.
However, this reporter had dazzling blonde hair, long legs, and looked quite striking in her work attire.
"Mr. Osborn, the ctOS system you're showcasing at the expo was once involved in a massive scandal in Chicago. Why do you still support the ctOS system so strongly?"
"Because it truly can make life better. What happened in Chicago was entirely because the wrong people were in control of ctOS. I've already stated my views on this."
"You say it can make life better. Can you give examples of where it makes life better?"
Whether it was an illusion or not, this reporter seemed to be leaning forward intentionally or unintentionally, but she was blocked by the security personnel on site.
But Harry could still see the deep cleavage at her chest.
Facing the reporter's microphone, Harry straightened his clothes:
"The simplest example is traffic congestion. With ctOS, Chicago has avoided congestion on nearly 200,000 kilometers of traffic over the past year—the exact figure is 195,854 kilometers. You can check our official website."
"Imagine, an ambulance won't arrive late when you need it most. What might have been an hour's drive can now see an ambulance arrive at the designated location in 10 minutes with the help of ctOS. Isn't that a great change?"
"Not to mention, it has also caused crime rates to drop sharply. In the past year, the rates of assault and murder in Chicago have dropped by 33% and 31% respectively. This is a great change, and I hope everyone can see that."
"Furthermore, the Osborn Group isn't just showcasing this system this time; there are also neural implants, new types of prosthetic limbs, artificial organs, and various types of power armor. These are all epoch-making works. I hope you can see these creations and the changes they bring to life."
"Anyway, instances of people being kidnapped and having their kidneys removed are becoming fewer and fewer, aren't they?"
Harry shrugged, and his words made the reporters on site laugh.
Osborn's artificial organs had largely squeezed out these black-market trades, and the industry chain had shrunk considerably.
Question time ended, and the reporter was ushered aside by security. Before leaving, she tucked a note into Harry's hand.
"Call me."
Facing such a blatant hint, Harry smiled and shook his head.
Ever since he was reincarnated as a wealthy man, he had become almost immune to such things.
"Mr. Osborn, thank you for coming to the expo."
After walking a few steps, Harry ran into Pepper, Iron Man's Pepper Potts, coming toward him.
The two shared a friendly handshake, and Harry asked where Tony was.
"Tony told me an hour ago he was on his way, but then he went back again. I don't know what he went to do."
"The next person exhibiting in the main hall is Justin Hammer. Would you like to go in together, Mr. Osborn?"
Hearing Pepper's words, Harry roughly understood what was going on.
Tony probably ran back to put on his suit—the Iron Man Suit.
"Thank you, but there are still some things at the company that haven't been handled. I have to head back first," Harry said apologetically.
Saying goodbye to Pepper, Harry dialed Norman's number as he left the exhibition hall.
"Father, notify the NYPD and the National Guard to begin the exercise."
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