Mike swung the three-hundred-kilogram Death Meat Grinder around, directly terrifying the audience into a daze.
The spikes on the Octagon Cage, which were finger-long, failed to pierce the Death Meat Grinder's skin.
This guy is truly durable.
However, his weaknesses are equally obvious.
His movements are sluggish.
The limited space of the Octagon Cage mitigated this weakness; if placed in an open or complex terrain, the Death Meat Grinder could easily be kited to Death.
Additionally, the Death Meat Grinder primarily strengthened his skin and bones, while his internal organs were relatively fragile, making him vulnerable to attacks with strong penetrating power or shock effects.
Once you find the weakness, the so-called Meat Grinder is nothing to fear.
Ivankov wisely kept his promise.
The Russia gang's approval vote, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, left no one to object.
Winston got the North America branch of the Continental Hotel as he wished, and he gave Mike a promise—that in his lifetime, the North America branch would never issue a bounty on Mike or his friends.
This old man might be cunning, but he is definitely the kind of person who keeps his word with his life.
A promise is a promise.
Being principled yet not rigid—this is one of the personalities Mike appreciates. Mike, in a great mood, said, "Then I wish you a long life."
"I'll take that as a blessing."
After hanging up the phone, Mike just grinned foolishly at the account balance on his phone.
One billion U.S. dollars in the account!
Money is a good thing.
Although Mike doesn't need much, looking at a string of zeros feels good.
After getting off the plane, Mike went straight to the dealership and grandly bought a Mercedes-Benz AMG G55—its square shape, strong lines, and typical muscle car appearance made it like an armored vehicle walking through the city. In the future, when doing missions, if he didn't like someone, he could just ram into them.
Passing by Manhattan Park Avenue, Mike couldn't resist buying another top-of-the-line lamborghini Aventador—a flamboyant apple green.
He swiped millions of U.S. dollars without batting an eye.
The young lady selling luxury cars was naturally not an ignorant bumpkin. Being young, handsome, and inhumanly rich, even in an international metropolis like New York, such men were few and far between.
The car saleslady couldn't help but tightly close her mouth, her saliva overflowing like a flood.
It's useless.
Floods cannot be stopped; if blocked above, they will flow out from below. The best method is to dredge. (I am not, I don't have, absolutely no hidden meaning, hereby declare).
The young lady asked Mike to test drive two more laps.
Mike wanted to ask, "Do you want me to drive this car, or do you want to drive my car, or perhaps we can do both simultaneously!"
Mike drove the big G home, while the lamborghini still needed some customization.
Hell's Kitchen returned to calm, and the supermarket was operating normally.
Mike also returned the saleen s7 to Stark, putting it in the Stark Tower's garage. Mike quite liked this golden sports car; if he hadn't returned it to Stark, he wouldn't have said anything, and Stark might have even forgotten the car's existence.
However, some things, even if friends don't care, doesn't mean you can be casual. Otherwise, most relationships eventually become estranged, or even turn into enmity.
Mike arrived at Marbury Mansion again and saw Stark tinkering with his Iron Man Suit.
Mike grandly stated, "I want to buy a set."
Stark: "Heh heh~ Do you have money?"
Mike showed his account.
Stark glanced at it and said sympathetically, "So poor! If you really want it, I'll give you a discount, which should barely cover the cost of one set. Jarvis... let Mike see the cost list of the latest suit."
In the list projected by Jarvis, Mike saw "Vibranium."
Uh...
This stuff costs ten thousand U.S. dollars per gram, hundreds of times the price of gold. The key is that it's priceless in the market; the black market price is far more than ten thousand U.S. dollars.
When testing the suit before, the chest plate was cut through by Mike a few times, and even aerospace alloy didn't work. Mike then laughed and said, "Unless you use Vibranium or Adamantium."
The speaker had no intention, but the listener took it to heart.
He didn't expect Stark to actually make a Vibranium alloy Iron Man Suit.
Mike remembered that, according to the original timeline, Stark would indeed apply Vibranium to his armor, such as the Vibranium Arc Reactor and Vibranium Blades, but to use hundreds of millions of U.S. dollars worth of Vibranium at once...
It's simply insane!
Mike instantly felt so poor.
Stark teased, "Still buying?"
Mike said cordially, "Get lost!"
"Tsk!"
The curve of Stark's mouth showed he was extremely happy. He took out a pink rabbit backpack.
"Wow, pink, I didn't expect you to have such a girlish heart. The nickname 'Nini' really suits you."
"Mention 'Nini' again and I'll flip out!"
"Okay, Nini."
"Damn, is it interesting to keep using such old jokes!"
"Yes."
"Get lost!"
The backpack was a gift from Stark to Chloe.
Chloe, like a little rabbit, was exceptionally endearing and lovable, and Stark's true nature as a doting father began to show.
The backpack, Mike immediately sensed something was off.
Stark said, "How can a gift from me, Tony Stark, be an ordinary backpack. Jarvis!"
Jarvis, the diligent worker responsible for explaining everything, described the functions of the rabbit backpack to Mike.
First, the backpack was linked to artificial intelligence, analyzing potential dangerous people and situations in real time.
Second, in case of danger, the backpack could transform into a circular protective shield for defense and was equipped with a taser, possessing a certain degree of autonomous counterattack capability.
"Thanks."
This is a good thing.
"It's for Chloe, not for you, so why are you thanking me?" Stark became arrogant.
Finally, Bullseye's employer turned out to be the Vampire Council, and Sykes was a double agent, following Blade but actually a spy for the Vampire Kingdom, with Gao Tiannu as his true master behind the scenes.
Hiring Bullseye, if Mike could be killed, that would be best; if not, the blame would be shifted to the rival Vampire Kingdom.
After Gao Tiannu realized the matter was exposed, he disappeared without a trace. The Vampires in New York almost all went into hiding, unprecedentedly low-key.
A bit annoyed.
He paid Fat Jerry a sum for information, asking him to keep an eye on Vampire movements at all times.
The result was that a senator on the news was spouting nonsense, claiming that under his urging, and the coordinated efforts of the NYPD and other departments, missing persons in New York had significantly decreased. His strategy was correct, his actions effective, and he conveniently criticized his opponents for their inaction.
Less than 12 hours after his triumph, Senator X's scandal exploded, with such a rich variety of activities and open scale that it was an eye-opener.
"Hey, Trish." Mike picked up the phone.
He's been a bit busy lately.
He had lacked communication with this celebrity host.
"Mike..."
"What happened?"
It was clear Trish sounded a bit down.
"Mike, you're a mercenary, right? Can you help Jessica? She's been acting very strangely lately."
"No problem!" Mike was very straightforward.
"Thanks, we'll discuss the specifics when we meet."
Mike quickly received a text message from Trish with the meeting address.
Only...
Shouldn't the place for discussing things be somewhere like a coffee shop? Why a hotel room number?
So, the way to cure low spirits is high *? (Guess the asterisked word yourself.)