Going All In on Stocks

Afghanistan, a terrorist organization’s base.

Looking at the little thing that had just been completed and was now glowing white after being powered on, Dr. Yinsen murmured, "That doesn’t look like a Jericho Missile."

Tony Stark visibly relaxed. Staring at the small device, he said, "It’s a Miniature Arc Reactor. There’s a larger one back home powering my factory. This can keep the shrapnel from reaching my heart."

Yinsen did not know much about this field, but he knew that keeping the shrapnel inside Mr. Stark’s body in place required enough electricity to sustain an electromagnetic field. So he asked, "How’s its power output?"

Tony answered, "If I calculated it right, three billion joules per second."

Yinsen froze for a moment, stunned by the number. "That’s enough for you to live fifty times over."

There was no joy on Tony’s face. "Yeah. Or enough to power a big guy for fifteen minutes."

He turned around, picked up a stack of finished blueprints, and said softly, "Next, we’ll use the materials we have to build this big guy. It may take one or two months. This is how we’re getting out of here."

Looking at the complicated structural diagrams on the blueprints, Yinsen was completely puzzled. "What is this?"

"Lay them out," Tony said.

Yinsen spread out the blueprints. It looked like some kind of cool Gundam-like mech. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "Impressive… May God grant those terrorists enough patience."

A U.S. military base in Afghanistan.

A plane stopped on the tarmac, and Coulson and Melinda stepped out.

The man assigned to receive them was a rather lean Black colonel.

"Agent Coulson, Agent Mei."

A faint smile appeared on the Black colonel’s stern face. "I’m Rhodey… You finally made it after all this time!"

"Something held us up."

Coulson took off his sunglasses and asked with a smile, "Colonel Rhodes, I heard you bought Stark Industries stock too?"

"And quite a lot of it," Melinda added, silently supplementing in her heart:

Ten times what I bought… A U.S. Army colonel doesn’t make much more than I do. Where did this guy get so much money? He’s the director of the U.S. Army Weapons Development Division and the intermediary between Stark Industries and the U.S. military. After all these years, how much profit has he skimmed?

The smile on Colonel Rhodes’s face instantly stiffened.

He coughed and declared righteously, "Mr. Stark is an important military partner and my friend. I have to find him. Stark Industries still has ten billion dollars’ worth of orders from the Department of Defense waiting for him to fulfill!"

Azeroth Specialties Shop.

After breakfast, Old Wang took out the Well of Eternity Bottle, took a small sip, and handed it to Skye. "How’s the investigation into those people I asked you to look into?"

Skye accepted it and carefully dripped a single drop into her mouth. She hurriedly gulped down an entire glass of water before handing the bottle back to Old Wang.

"There are over ten thousand Alexandras in the entire United States. It’ll take at least a week to screen them all. Murakami, Bokuto, and Sowande are even harder to track down, along with Murakami’s disciple Giyoka Shin. None of them are in the United States. I found Bokuto’s female disciple, Colleen Wing. She runs a dojo in Manhattan."

Old Wang took back the Well of Eternity Bottle and casually grabbed Skye’s hand, rubbing it as a stream of True Qi entered her body. He nodded.

"Colleen Wing’s dojo trains young people and supplies fresh blood to The Hand. Keep an eye on her. We should be able to find Bokuto through her. What about Wilson Fisk and Rand Corporation?"

"Wilson Fisk is also a very common name. If we only count Hell’s Kitchen, there isn’t any information on anyone by that name."

Feeling the scorching True Qi flowing into her body and warming her from head to toe, brushing against certain important places, Skye could not help letting out a moan. Her face flushed, and her breathing began to grow heavy.

"Rand Corporation is very clean… Mmm, the cleaner it is, the more suspicious it is… Ah, I’m planning to monitor the executives’ phones and computers… Mm, that’ll take time… Ngh…"

Is that so… Old Wang released her hand and stroked his chin.

Wilson Fisk, the famous Kingpin, had always worked with The Hand, though he occupied a weaker position.

He was very mysterious. His only distinctive feature was his appearance.

He was huge, nearly two meters tall, with ninety percent of his body made up of muscle. His body fat percentage was terrifyingly low, and he weighed a full two hundred kilograms. A bald white man with formidable combat strength, he was basically on Daredevil or Punisher’s level.

I went bald, and I got stronger too—

In the Marvel Universe, no bald man was easy to mess with. Kingpin was one of the easiest among them.

He was a Super Villain with ideals, morals, culture, and ambition. Although his personal strength was nothing special, he had a sharp mind. In the future, he would be capable of building a criminal empire and becoming the king of the underworld.

Of course, he was still in the rising phase of his career. His power and status were both fairly ordinary, and he was not even comparable to Madame Gao, one of the Five Fingers of The Hand.

People like that were easy to deal with, and…

Easy to control.

Rand Corporation was a long-term lead, tied to K’un-Lun, Iron Fist, and future plans. There was no rush.

Old Wang was more concerned about several others. "What about those scientists?"

"Pym-Hank was driven out of Pym Technologies by his daughter and his most prized student working together. He’s retired at home, sulking and studying quantum mechanics. I haven’t found the other three yet." Skye took a deep breath to calm herself. The flush on her face faded somewhat, and her heartbeat gradually slowed.

She could clearly feel that her physical fitness had improved a little, and over the rest of the day, as she digested and absorbed the Essence Wine and Old Wang’s True Qi, it would improve further.

Forget women—even sturdy men with professional training could not match her in raw strength.

Of course, she was still far inferior to Old Wang. She had tried before and could not break free, only let herself be handled as he pleased…

Old Wang was slightly taken aback.

Fitz and Simmons were not famous, and S.H.I.E.L.D. would certainly help alter their information, so it was normal that they were difficult to find.

But Reed Richards, one of the smartest people in the Marvel Universe, could not be found either?

Was it because he did not exist in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or…

Had the relevant information been hidden as well?

Forget it. He would not worry about it for now.

"Wang."

Skye suddenly stared at Old Wang, her eyes blazing. "Stark Industries’ stock price hasn’t moved in two days. It’s fallen to its lowest point in twenty years. Should we…"

"Buy."

Old Wang tapped the table, brimming with confidence. "How much money do we have left? Buy it all!"

"Got it!" Skye hurried off to handle it.

Ever since Old Wang had told her to keep an eye on Stark Industries’ stock price, she had been studying the stock market. She had not made much progress, but at least she knew how to do it.

Skye carefully calculated it.

There was still quite a bit of money left from selling Essence Wine. Although they had bought a pile of things over the past two days, most of it remained. Adding her own savings, they had a total of 3,128,469 dollars and 24 cents left. She would keep the change and use all the rest to buy Stark Industries stock.

The little shop would keep operating anyway, and its daily revenue was not small. There was enough to eat, so there was no need to worry.

Old Wang had said it was a guaranteed profit!

But that was not much money!

Stark Industries stock was expensive. They could barely buy any shares.

Maybe she could have Old Wang make a few dozen more jars of Essence Wine, then add two drops of True Essence Wine to each. Nobody else knew the concentration anyway. Selling it to S.H.I.E.L.D. could make them quite a bit of money. At worst, she could give them a 1% discount.

Good stuff never had trouble selling!

"Excuse me, are you Miss Skye?"

Suddenly, a somewhat honest-sounding voice rang out.

Skye looked up and saw two people enter.

One was a chubby young blond man with naturally curly hair. The other was a handsome young man with short black hair, wearing sunglasses and leaning on a Guiding Cane.

Blind at such a young age. What a pity… Skye sighed inwardly and quickly said, "That’s me. Is there anything I can help you with? We don’t sell guide dogs here."

"I’m Foggy Nelson, and this is my friend, Matt Murdock."

Foggy beamed and rubbed his hands together. "Um, didn’t you say Azeroth Specialties Shop needed legal consultants? We’re here!"