[Extremis soldier scanned, task progress +10]
[Task Chain: Bloodline]
[Task Progress: Treat 5,000 patients suffering from various genetic diseases and record the causes: 2103/5000. Collect 50 types of human genes with positive traits: 21/50]
Harry had captured a total of 17 Extremis soldiers. This kind of technically modified gene could actually count towards task progress, though it didn't add all 17.
"You want to steal my technology, Osborn, but you will never be able to steal it." Killian was still being stubborn in his cell.
Harry smiled. "Indeed, I can't steal it, but I can develop something better."
"Besides, this thing wasn't even developed by you."
Harry looked at Dr. Hansen, who was sitting to the side. If he followed the clues, this woman would also have to go to prison.
"Dr. Hansen, I heard that your core formula was perfected by Tony after he got drunk. Is that true?"
Dr. Hansen nodded helplessly. She had already confessed the whole story—including her one-night stand with Tony.
"You see, Mr. Killian, I want to remind you that while you might be obsessed with things Stark made on a whim, Osborn is not. Why do you think I would look up to you?"
Killian's face looked terrible, like he had eaten shit.
If Harry had said more—for example: "This is just something the two of them came up with during their one-night stand when you were standing on the rooftop"—Killian would probably go crazy.
Having said that, Dr. Hansen did a lot of work on the research and subsequent development. The claim that "the formula Tony wrote on a whim created Extremis" was unfair.
"Osborn, if you come in here, I will tear you to pieces as fast as I can," Killian said viciously.
Harry laughed. Why did he have that misconception?
If it hadn't been for the Winter Soldier joining the fight, Norman would have crushed this little powder keg on the spot.
So, Harry opened the door under Dr. Hansen's shocked gaze.
"So, I'm in," Harry said, spreading his arms slightly. "You won't be convinced unless I beat you up, right?"
Harry suddenly wanted to test what level his strength was at.
Harry's strength after composite enhancement was at least around 20 tons. The strength of an Extremis soldier was roughly at the level of an ordinary enhanced human, and their body durability wasn't very high.
The Mark 42's strength was around 5 tons. In the original story, when Killian traded a punch with Tony's armor, his arm ended up breaking.
The original intention of Extremis research was recovery and regeneration. Compared to the Green Goblin Enhancer and the Spartans biological modification surgery, this couldn't be considered an enhancement born for combat.
Killian didn't care why Harry really came in; he charged at Harry, only to be kicked against the wall. The massive impact left Killian dizzy.
What was going on? Killian's body began to emit a red glow—this was a sign that Extremis was beginning to repair his body.
"You see, this is what you call a Super Soldier. What is that thing of yours?" After saying that, Harry bowed slightly to Dr. Hansen. "I don't mean to insult your research results, but this technology was indeed not developed for military purposes, was it?"
Dr. Hansen nodded.
Based on the performance of the Extremis soldiers, if they didn't self-destruct, they couldn't even beat a decent Asgard warrior. Earthlings were just ignorant.
"Forget it, you should just stay in prison." Harry couldn't stop shaking his head; this guy was not a special talent at all.
Closing the glass door, Killian raged impotently in the room, but was soon injected with cobra venom by the automatic turret on the wall and collapsed to the ground.
Harry said to Dr. Hansen, "As for you, Dr. Hansen, I can offer you an agreement to continue researching Extremis under me, so you can move freely outside while serving your sentence."
"The kind with a tracker?"
Harry nodded. "Just a tracker. If you choose not to leave cities equipped with ctOS—which are the capitals of about 24 states—you don't even have to wear that thing."
"Of course, we won't care who you have a one-night stand with; it's just a precautionary measure."
Hansen looked at him with an unfriendly gaze. "I'm not that kind of casual person."
Harry shrugged. It was just a casual remark; as for whether she was or not, it really didn't have much to do with him.
"What if I don't agree?" Dr. Hansen said.
"If that's the case, it's a lose-lose situation. I would have to watch a talented scientist spend most of her life locked up in prison by the authorities—I hope you don't think I'm abusing power. In some other countries, your actions could be punishable by death."
From the appearance of The Mandarin to this attack, hundreds of people had died because of it. Strictly speaking, Maya Hansen bore indirect responsibility.
However, this World had always been exceptionally tolerant of some people, and one of those types was accomplished scientists.
Stable Extremis could be said to be an invaluable treasure in the medical field; this kind of healing ability had a wide range of uses.
Just as Maya Hansen was about to say something else, Harry continued, "If you want to make any demands about not using it for military purposes, forget it. I won't give you any promises, but I certainly won't conduct terrorist attacks."
Dr. Hansen was choked by these words; she had indeed wanted to say that.
However, even so, there was really nothing to think about. Spending a lifetime in prison versus gaining freedom now, and even having the chance to continue realizing her dream—there was no comparison between the two.
"I agree to your terms."
"Very good." Harry waved his hand, letting the jailer open the door.
At this moment, Killian, who was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, started laughing for some unknown reason.
"Hansen! Do you think he's any different from me? We are all the same! Osborn, Stark, we are all..."
Cobra venom had a good inhibitory effect on the centipede serum soldiers that would appear later, but Extremis was more potent. Killian was still conscious and could speak, but his limbs were weak.
Harry looked at Killian, who was lying on the ground, laughing crazily and twitching, then said to Dr. Hansen, "Does this guy have something wrong with his brain?"
"I don't know, but normal people wouldn't conduct terrorist attacks, I suppose? By the way, am I going to work for Osborn?"
"No, you're going to continue working at AIM."
"What?" Dr. Hansen was stunned for a moment.
"I bought AIM."
"Huh?"
Harry left behind the silhouette of a wealthy man. Killian stopped his unpleasant laughter as if someone had choked him.
After the incident, almost all of AIM's investors had withdrawn their capital. Buying this organization didn't cost much money.
Besides Extremis, AIM's technology in computer science was also quite good, but the composition of this organization was rather complex. It was originally a research institution used by HYDRA to study subversive technology, but later, some political disagreements occurred, and they parted ways.
But when it reached Killian's hands, in order to research Extremis, they ended up coming together again by chance.
Harry's plan was to let Dr. Hansen work there first, and then send Osborn's watchdog, Aiden Pearce, to slowly clean up the inside.
After all, reorganizing a team was still very difficult.
The next day, the news headlines exploded.
"Osborn Corp Security protects the President during a super terrorist attack and captures The Mandarin!"
However, these media and the public would not imagine that The Mandarin, who scared them to death, was just a front. Behind him was a long and stinky chain of interests.
Soon, the facts would tell the poor U.S. public: You thought it was foreign forces? Actually, it was all domestic forces.
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