Chapter 201: Cosmic Demon God Totem Common Wealth Project (Part 1)

Time goes back to a few weeks ago.

In the office of Arkham Sanatorium, Schiller and Strange sat together drinking coffee.

"I don't believe that Kingpin and the Hand fell out. You are not behind this." Strange took a sip of coffee and said to Schiller.

"That was a plan of Nick and I, but it didn't work because a dark horse showed up halfway, the Life Foundation, which ruined our plan."

"What did you originally plan to do?"

Schiller sighed and said with some regret: "Originally, we wanted to use Kingpin and the Hand to drive up the price of the immortality factor potion circulating on the black market."

"I gave Kingpin a batch of immortality factor potions before and asked him to sell them to the Hand."

"Kingpin is a crocodile that can never be full. Of course, he would want to sell this batch of potions at a high price, so he would help us hype this thing and throw out some gimmicks, such as the scarcity of raw materials and the only one in the world."

"Nick and I speculated that the Hand would definitely buy it. First, they are not short of money, and second, they are interested in similar effects. Dragon Bone was very interested and even went all over the world to look for it. "

"The potion I gave them will have obvious effects in the early stage. After they try it, they should buy the potion in Jin Bing's hand."

"At this time, I will release another batch of potions to Jin Bing, but at this time, I will charge the cost price. Of course, since the raw materials are really scarce, the cost price may be a bit expensive, but Jin Bing will still eat it because he is confident that he can sell it to the Hand at a higher price."

"The Hand should also buy the second batch of goods, because even if the price is increased, it is still within their acceptable range, and at that time it was indeed only Jin Bing who had the channel to get a large amount of potions. They will not turn against Jin Bing, but will only buy his potion again."

"The third time is the same?" Strange asked.

"No, if this trick is used for the third time, it may touch the psychological bottom line of the Hand. The high price may make them want to kill and rob, and it will also provide Jin with too much liquidity, which will encourage his ambitions. This is not what we want."

"At this time, we have to attract other forces to join the market. The official shipments are too small, and those who can't grab them and are not short of money will naturally want to buy them on the black market."

"By the third round, the fact that Jin Bing has a source of goods should have spread, and many other people will ask him to buy the immortality factor potion. Jin Bing wants to make more money, so he will definitely raise the price of the potion again."

"After this batch of goods is sold, we will no longer provide goods to Jin Bing. Once the supply is cut off, the only immortality factor potion on the black market will become a rare commodity. The real efficacy and the shortage of supply will cause the price to rise spontaneously."

"When the price rises to a certain level, the organization with the supply will not want the price to fall, because if the price continues to rise, the goods in their hands will become more and more valuable, which is equivalent to sitting at home and getting money from the sky."

"They will join We started to make the same hype, and the techniques were the same. The lower quantity and a small range of shipments, the more expensive the price was. "Then the price was fired, right?" During the three rounds, he suddenly took out a cheaper eternal factors, and he had sufficient supply and unlimited shipments. Naturally, he broke the price market. To reduce the workload of the SHIELD, it can only be said that there must be lost. "" That's just what you think so. With my understanding of Nick Frey, he must now want to kill the Drake of the Life Foundation. "So where did their immortality factor potion come from?" Strange asked in confusion: "Isn't this thing extracted from vampires? Where did they get the vampires? Did they catch them themselves?"

"This shows that there are still smart people in this world. They have also discovered that the principle of the immortality factor potion cannot be falsified at all, and whether it has the effect of extending life will not be seen until decades later."

"So they can also make a potion with some healing effect like us, and call it the immortality factor potion."

"Next, we should claim that their raw materials do not meet the regulations? After all, we said before that only the raw materials collected by SHIELD are formal and legal. The Life Foundation does not have bat raw materials, so it is naturally impossible to produce real immortality factor potions."

"No, fighting is the most troublesome way. We say he is fake, he says he is real, or even if he is fake, but the price is cheap and it is equally effective, so we will always get a part of the market. In this case, why don't we just ask him to cooperate?"

"He has sufficient supply and our publicity is effective, so we can outsource the production to him directly. They are responsible for shipping and we are responsible for selling. Everyone can make money."

"But aren't the goods in his hands fake?"

"Aren't the goods in our hands fake too?"

"That makes sense."

The two clinked their coffee cups and smiled in sync.

That afternoon, Schiller walked into the laboratory that Stark used most often with a cup of coffee. As soon as he entered, he saw blood all over the laboratory table. Stark stood in front of the laboratory table, grinning and covering his chest.

Schiller stood at the door and stared at Stark. Stark also looked up at him. The two stared at each other. Stark asked, "Do you know what the least popular profession is in my laboratory?"

"Since you asked Strange this question last time, I guess it should be a doctor, right?"

"You still know that you are a doctor! Come and help me!!"

"But I am a psychiatrist." Schiller walked over, slowly put down the coffee, and said, "Everyone will die one day, so look at it more positively."

Stark rolled his eyes, put down the towel he used to wipe the blood, and reached out to wipe the blood on the table.

Schiller moved a chair and sat down on the side of the lab table. He took out a stack of newspapers from his arms, shook them open, and asked, "Why are you messing with that thing on your chest again? Are you finally going to replace it?"

"Not yet, but I've come up with a new idea."

Stark used alcohol to treat the wound he had just made, and said, "I thought about it and felt that the current method of replacing the reactor is a bit too primitive."

"What do you mean?"

"Every time I want to upgrade the reactor in my chest, I have to undergo an operation to remove it from my chest and then replace it. New, this process is very troublesome and a little dangerous. ”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I plan to make a slot and then study a portable reactor. The slot is fixed in my body. I can pull out the reactor in my chest at any time and replace it with a new one.”

“I discussed this idea with Dr. Ethan, and he said he had never seen anyone in the world who liked to die more than me.”

“His evaluation is very pertinent.”

“This is not just to replace the reactor more quickly.” Stark explained while picking up and throwing away the blood-stained cotton balls and towels on the table.

"When I was modifying the mecha, I found a big problem. Originally, I only had one type of mecha, and their abilities were similar, all of which were to enhance my personal combat capabilities."

"But before, you made a set of magic mechas. Later, we worked together to develop the concept of cluster robots. After actual combat, we found that we needed a logistics mechanical support system. In the future, we may also need enchanted mechas. With such a variety of mechas, I need more types of reactors to cooperate with me to drive them."

"Although normal reactors can also provide different outputs, I hope it can have more functions, especially in adapting to magic."

"And once different versions of reactors are developed, I can't do an operation in a day, right? If I have to spend more than half of my time lying on the operating table every day, I can't do anything."

Schiller put down the newspaper and glanced at Stark's chest. He said, "So you are going to install a zipper for yourself?"

"Just like that joke, no matter what the doctor puts in your body, you can unzip it and take it out."

"Oh, zipper, light bulb, you only know these words." Stark said sarcastically.

"So where is your experiment going? Why did you call me over?"

"I want you to help me test whether magic can be used on the Ark Reactor, or in other words, I want you to help me make a magical version of the Ark Reactor."

"You should go to Strange for this."

"He said he couldn't do it, so he asked me to come to you."

Schiller put the newspaper on the table, stood up, and said to Stark: "First of all, you should understand my level. In your laboratory, the most advanced work I have done is to screw in light bulbs."

"Secondly, there is no such concept as a magical Ark Reactor. You said that the Ark Reactor design left by your father used a new element, This has nothing to do with magic, and magic doesn't work that way. "

"So it really doesn't work?"

Schiller walked to the lab table, stared at Stark's chest, and said, "The magic version of the Ark reactor may not work, but you actually just need an energy source installed in the chest, right?"

"Although I don't understand the structure of the Ark reactor at all, if you just need an energy source, it should be possible, after all, magic is possible."

Schiller snapped his fingers, and the newspapers and coffee on the lab table flew over. He said, "Give us access to an advanced laboratory, Strange and I will go to study it, and give you the results in a week. "