After the Department of Defense and the American Military tried the effects of Super Soldier 1 Compound, they placed a fifty-year order with Monarch Company.
This order stipulated that all Super Soldier 1 Compound produced by Monarch Company within fifty years would be acquired by the Military.
It was equivalent to the Military buying out Monarch Company's fifty-year production.
This stuff wasn't cheap, and Alex had no qualms about asking for a high price, directly quoting ten million U.S. dollars per bottle.
When the Military protested, Alex calmly added that Super Soldier 1 Compound could also slow down cell aging, allowing the injected Super Soldier to maintain a longer combat state and so on.
After he added that, the Military stopped protesting the price and instead urged Monarch Company to produce more Super Soldier 1 Compound as soon as possible!
However, Alex naturally could not accept this order.
Other companies and industrial groups would likely be overjoyed; Osborn Industries also received a similar order, which is why they have an endless supply of funds, though they are still in research.
Without this funding, whether Osborn Industries would even be one-tenth its current size is an unknown.
But Alex wanted to open up the entire World market, and no one could compete with him for market share, so why should he be bought out by America?
When Alex refused and stated that Compound One belonged to everyone, not just America, the Military representatives not controlled by Alex were very angry, declaring that Alex must abide by America's laws if he did business in America!
Of course, even if one didn't do business in America, one still had to abide by America's laws; a certain large company that couldn't stand losing solved its competitors in other countries this way.
Was Alex someone who could be threatened?
I used to swallow my anger because I was an ordinary person, but now I've become a Kryptonian, and this World has no Kryptonite, no Superman, and no Batman, and Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One doesn't seem to want to bother with me. If I still have to swallow my anger, am I still a Kryptonian?
Therefore, unafraid of the opponent's assassination methods, Alex stated that he had already planned to establish a branch company in a certain Vodka Country and did not rule out finding a location in Asia to establish a branch company as well.
Then, Alex encountered an assassination attempt.
"They really don't know what's good for them. They actually dared to assassinate me?"
Alex looked speechlessly at the several disguised individuals in black clothes and black pants lying motionless before him.
All of Monarch Company's technical data was not kept on the company's computers; Alex knew that no matter how powerful a firewall he set up, it would be unsafe in the Marvel Universe. With a perverted hacker like Skye, there would naturally be weaker but equally unreasonable hackers.
It was safer for him to keep everything in his own mind.
Anyway, it was impossible for anyone to perform memory extraction or anything similar on a Kryptonian.
All those Kryptonian cells were consumed and digested by Alex himself, leaving no residue.
If the Military and Department of Defense wanted to act against Monarch Company's staff… that would be even better; Alex would directly go to Vodka Country and Asia to open branch companies and turn them into headquarters!
Perhaps they had investigated Alex's "background" and thought he was not to be feared, so they directly made their move.
Could a few professionals with guns not subdue a Research Personnel?
Then they didn't expect that they really couldn't subdue him; instead, the few professionals were easily knocked out by Alex, who then hypnotized them and asked about their employer or the mastermind.
After successfully getting the answers, Alex did not eliminate them humanely but kept them, slowly hypnotizing and brainwashing them into his own people.
He happened to be lacking professionals in this area, and now that some were delivered to his doorstep, why not use them?
However, this was only the first attack; after realizing it was unsuccessful, there would definitely be more probes.
The benefits and value of Compound One were simply too great; no one could resist its temptation.
Alex didn't care; he directly went to their door, and then it was another one-stop service of hypnosis and brainwashing.
What he liked most was turning enemies into his own friends. Why be so extreme? Wouldn't it be better if you just became my lackey?
These Big Shots were usually very difficult to meet, almost never appearing within the public's perception and sight. Yet, Alex could now contact them effortlessly, find their hiding places, and then turn them into his lackeys, annexing their forces. Isn't this good?
"Seriously, I just wanted to do business with you. Why did you have to force me?"
Alex looked at the Big Shot kneeling and rolling on the ground before him, saying with a smile.
"Good dog, come here."
At Alex's call, the other party howled and crawled up, scrambling to Alex's front, where Alex rewarded him with a large bone.
Then he really gnawed on the bone like a dog, even though it made him bloody and broke his teeth, he ate it with relish.