"Yes, my father has a good relationship with the senior management of Heberon, so he helped me get this opportunity." Gwen Stacy shrugged and asked, "What about you?"
"Me?" Peter Parker pointed at himself with a funny expression. Under the girl's clear eyes, he said with forced composure, "I should be visiting Osborn Industries with Harry."
"That's great too." Gwen nodded with a smile. She knew Peter didn't have many friends at school, or really, close friends he could talk to. The only ones he had were herself and Harry Osborn. "We can tell each other about our experiences then."
"Okay, okay," Peter replied awkwardly. An awkward silence followed. Peter longed to be like his good friend Harry, who always seemed so at ease around girls, with endless topics to talk about. He could easily make a girl laugh, attracting their attention and favor like a luminous object. Unlike him, when facing a girl he liked, he had a thousand words in his heart, but under the girl's gaze, they were all quietly buried deep in his heart.
He has always been a chatterbox, but this chatterbox attribute never works when he is alone with the girl in front of him.
As he entered adolescence, he seemed to have entered a strange period. He had more things on his mind and became hesitant and conflicted in front of familiar girls.
"That's it, I'm here to give you the ticket today." Gwen sat for a while, then stood up and said goodbye at Peter's disappointed look.
"Wouldn't you sit down for a while? Aunt Mei might make something to eat later." Peter suddenly panicked and blurted out, trying to persuade her to stay. But as soon as he said that, Peter's mind was filled with anxiety and worry. He thought his invitation might seem abrupt to the other party.
"No, my mom is still waiting for me to come home." Gwen said. Seeing Peter's somewhat lost expression, she suddenly spoke again: "Remember the time tomorrow and come find me when the time comes. We can go with my dad. They were invited by Heberon to go to the scene to maintain order."
"Oh, okay, okay." Peter seemed to know only this sentence. He nodded at Gwen's laughter, feeling secretly happy.
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Hammer Military Industries.
Justin Hammer, accompanied by several burly bodyguards whose muscles bulged their clothes, strode towards the factory's core laboratory. Their shiny leather shoes stomped the ground quickly and forcefully, and from the sound of their footsteps, one could tell their owners were not in a very good mood. Justin's mood was certainly not very good either.
In addition to cutting its munitions department, Stark Industries not only did not decline, but instead soared thanks to new energy. There was also Heberon, a company that he had once ignored and thought only had some potential and would need at least ten or twenty years of development to pose a threat to Hammer Military Industries. After three leaps, it actually started playing with new energy with Stark!
Justin wanted the two companies to bring him along. Even if he couldn't get a share of the new energy sector, he could at least get a share of other things like arms. However, Stark's disregard and Ina Sandra's inexplicable hostility and targeting severely slapped him in the face.
Fortunately, there is always a way out!
A thrilling car race allows Justin to discover a talent that can help him get out of trouble and even regroup.
Ivan Vanko.
A person who possesses similar reactor technology to Stark and hates Stark extremely!
Justin used a lot of his connections and money to rescue the other party by stealing and replacing him before he was transferred. As a dead person!
A dead man, someone without an identity, was preferable to Justin, making it easier for him to control him. He even played the game of humble courtesy to him, accommodating his every request! As long as he could bring him the same technology as Stark! As long as his technology could bring him orders and business, he would be a dog, and a guest of honor to Justin!
But the prerequisite is that the other party is sincere in cooperating with him.
Bang!
The sturdy bodyguard kicked the door open and Justin walked in with a frosty face.
This was a small program control room in the laboratory. Ivan had set up a camp bed in this cramped room filled with various electronic machines. He was playing with his parrot when Justin and his men stormed in.
"It seems like you are very relaxed?" Justin stood in front of Ivan. Several bodyguards followed him and stood beside him with their hands hanging down, looking at Ivan on the cot with cold eyes.
An ordinary person would feel a little uneasy and timid in the face of such a scene, surrounded by several muscular men staring at them with malicious intent. But Ivan, holding a toothpick in his mouth, remained calm. He even managed to smile and speak a few words in his native Russian. However, it was this very sentence in his native language that completely devastated Justin, whose mood was already sour.
Once the gentle face is torn off, the former elegance and refinement will naturally no longer exist.
"I don't understand Russian!" Justin roared, his emotions extremely agitated. "We agreed! I'll provide you with resources, you'll provide the technology! Together we'll target Stark's company and him! But you lied to me!"
Ivan was another calm native speaker.
"I said I don't understand Russian!" Justin roared again like a madman, his spit almost spraying Ivan's face. "Tell me, those iron soldiers, how far have you completed?"
"Yes," Ivan replied.
"Able to move? Ha, you finally speak a language I can understand. But I want to know, this ability..."
"It means you can salute with your hands." Ivan explained with a calm smile on his face.
"I knew it." Justin's eyes turned cold. He stood up straight and adjusted his collar with both hands. "Fortunately, I'm used to having a backup plan. I modified some big machines at the request of the military and obtained some technology from them. With your electronic control system, software program and energy source, I can at least use them to deal with it.
Listen, I don't have time to settle accounts with you right now. I have to attend a very important presentation. You may see me on the screen. For the rest of my absence, they will take care of you for me. When I come back, we will discuss new ways to cooperate.
Justin said this viciously, took two steps back, and winked at the bodyguards on both sides.
After Justin left the room, the room was suddenly filled with the muffled sound of fists hitting bones and flesh.