After setting his destination to Long Island, Fisher disappeared around the bend in the road without a backward glance, leaving the female reporter and Stark looking at each other.
"Actually, you could come to my place for an exclusive interview or something, what do you say?" Stark patted his car. "My bed is amazing!"
Half an hour later, the sounds of 'applause for love' echoed from Stark's luxurious villa.
Fisher was much the same; his parents lived on Long Island, so whenever he returned to New York, Fisher didn't bother with a hotel but went straight home. For this, he had even built a helipad in the yard himself to park his father's Bell helicopter.
"Boss, should I blacklist that reporter?" Kate asked, seeing Fisher was in a bad mood.
"Why? Just because she spoke a few truths? I'm not a dollar bill that everyone likes. Why should I care about her? If we're talking about ruthless killing, Blackwater in the Middle East is far darker than us. ****, massacres, prisoner abuse—which haven't they done? Ignore her!"
"Yes!"
Honestly, if he were afraid of public opinion, Fisher would never have founded Atlas. Back when he first took over the mess left by the U.S. military, Atlas's clean-up unit had already secretly eliminated hundreds of tribal militants, simply because these guys liked to harass supply lines.
Upon arriving home, Fisher found no one there, only then remembering that his father had apparently taken his mother and bodyguards out fishing. It was just him and Kate at home, as the cleaning staff wouldn't arrive until tomorrow morning, and so...
"Boss, this isn't good!"
"Is that so? I think it's quite good!" Fisher directly carried his little secretary towards his room.
Kate appeared to be resisting, but in reality, as a former Navy diver and rescuer, if Kate truly didn't want to, her skills would have easily allowed her to break free... Late at night, Fisher, bare-chested, walked from the bedroom to the outdoor balcony, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and comfortably lay on a rattan chair.
Streaks of golden flames occasionally appeared in his hand, flickering erratically. Fisher seemed to be meditating with his eyes closed, but in his consciousness, he was actually staring at a bright golden psionic flame.
Fisher didn't know when this thing had appeared on him, but there was no doubt that this psionic flame, which he named the Astronomican, had helped him many times.
The first time was when he was still serving in the Marine Corps; during close combat with an enemy, he merely stared, and the guy who was strangling him died bleeding from all seven orifices.
This scared Fisher quite a bit at the time, making him wonder if he was a mutant, even though he had never heard of such things in this world. Of course, after a careful study, Fisher discovered that this thing could also allow him to travel to other worlds, which is why Fisher named it the Astronomican. Of course, psionics is not limited to time travel; it also encompasses many different abilities, such as interfering with others' minds, releasing elemental attacks like fire and lightning, or using telekinesis to choke someone shorter than himself from a distance. Besides these, this energy drawn from the Warp can also enhance the user's body, heal injuries, and even manipulate localized time. The most powerful Alpha-level psionics can even crush a God-Engine—a Titan as tall as a mountain—into scrap metal with a single gesture, provided they aren't squashed first. This is why Fisher was so fearless.
"Anyway, GW's armored vehicles can't drive to my house!"
After confirming that the Astronomican could randomly travel through time and space, Fisher undertook an operation and ended up in the world of Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare. There, relying on his skills, he joined Irons' Atlas Corporation, and after Irons began attacking the United States, he climbed step by step through military merits to become Irons' second-in-command, gaining access to many of Atlas's secrets.
On the eve of Atlas's downfall, Fisher even absconded with almost all of Atlas's technical data. Anyway, Irons was dead at the time, and the technical staff, suspecting nothing, hastily handed the data to Fisher before evacuating the base.
Upon his return, relying on a wealth of technical data combined with funding from the Boston consortium, Fisher re-established Atlas Corporation within three months of his discharge.
Leveraging his connections in the military, Fisher first gained the military's favor in light weapons and armored vehicles. Subsequently, Fisher used this as a springboard to gradually join the ranks of international arms dealers in heavy equipment.
His second Crossing , Fisher went to the fictional world of Ace Combat. There, Fisher frantically switched sides among various factions, acting as a double-crosser to obtain data on a series of superweapons.
However, the unfortunate thing is that Fisher has not yet been able to fully digest these materials. Firstly, because Atlas currently has too few technical personnel and lacks leading scientists. Secondly, Fisher considers that now is not the time for superheroes to be rampant, and an upstart Atlas could easily become a thorn in the side of the U.S. government, just as they later forced Stark to hand over his Iron Man suit technology. Human greed is limitless; perhaps the Boston consortium would stand by him, but other consortiums certainly wouldn't. Fisher even knew that the Atlas Purge Department he established had secretly executed over thirty spies from other forces who had infiltrated.
"A long and arduous journey!" Fisher extinguished the cigarette, now just a stub, and looked up at the sky. Countless stars twinkled. Compared to the entire universe, humanity is truly as small as can be. Billions of humans live on Earth, quietly going about their lives, not provoking anyone, yet disaster descends. In Fisher's view, empowering humanity is the right path. Superheroes are brave, but their numbers are too few. If everyone in the world were Captain America or Iron Man, would Thanos, the director of the Family Planning Office, still dare to come to Earth?
"What are you thinking about?" Kate had woken up at some point, leaning against the balcony doorframe, watching Fisher with a smile in her eyes.
"A man always needs a post-coital cigarette, doesn't he?" Fisher stood up, pulled the beauty into his arms, and leaned down to kiss her.
"Is that so? But I don't think it's over yet!" Kate gently blew a breath towards Fisher's chin.