Chapter 514: Tesla's crisis
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The Richest Man in the DC World
- Dried shrimp
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- 2021-06-03 01:34:13
Death is the greatest fear. In the face of this power, not many people can keep their heart.
Under the threat of Bruce, Edward, a member of the CIA, could only tell what happened.
It turns out that the factory that manufactures imitation power armor is not owned by the Assassins, but is jointly undertaken by a number of organizations. The CIA is one of them, and the military seems to have shares.
The power armor manufactured by that factory was smuggled to the Middle East and the Americas, a small part of it was shipped to Europe, and a part of it was shipped back to the United States.
This is why gangs and terrorists have power armor.
The profit of imitation power armor is extremely high, far better than that of drugs. The cost price of power armor is only 20,000 US dollars, and once it is sold, it is dozens of times the profit.
In addition to making money, the CIA and the Department of Defense also want to use power armor to disrupt the situation in the Middle East. Simply put, the chaos the better. Only chaos can be controlled.
After listening to these words, Bruce didn't say a word for a long time, not knowing what words to use to describe his current mood.
Thalia warned him: Don't check it anymore. She was right. It really can't be checked. The White House is also involved in the strategic deployment jointly formulated by the CIA and the military. Once the investigation goes on, it is tantamount to going to war with the entire country.
Bruce took a breath and continued, "Who provided the core technology of the power armor?"
Edward shook his head hurriedly, "I'm just a middleman, how do I know this."
"Where is kryptonite?"
Bruce picked up a piece of green light ore. "What's the use of it?"
"This one…"
Edward hesitated a little, but finally said it.
"I heard that kryptonite can affect Superman."
Bruce's pupils shrank, and he asked quickly.
"What is the impact, and what is it? Weakened or strengthened."
"I don't know, it's all rumors, no one has seen it."
"Where is this kind of stone?"
"There are some in the Middle East, and there seems to be some in the Indian Ocean."
After speaking, Edward pleaded, "I have said everything that should be said, you let me go, and I promise you that you will never do bad things in the future."
Bruce glanced at him indifferently, lifted the metal box, and disappeared into the night.
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Troubles always come silently, making people caught off guard.
With the increasing number of incidents involving power armor wounding people around the world, Tesla has become the target of media bombardment. Even if evidence proves that the power armor is counterfeit, it will not eliminate the grievances of the people.
Public opinion leaned to one side and gradually showed signs of losing control.
A large number of demonstrators gather in the square every day, demanding that the government stop the proliferation of power armor and protect the safety of citizens, and some lawmakers have also stood up and shouted.
Demonstrations spread in the states like a plague.
The price of power armor is extremely high. Even the lowest-end civilian armor has reached tens of thousands of dollars. This kind of commodity cannot enter the lives of ordinary people. It is either the government, the military, the police, or the wealthy and extra budget. Middle class.
Everything was fine, but the influx of pirated armor destroyed this ecological environment. Armor with strong defensive performance and attack firepower was widely circulated on the black market and became the first choice for terrorists and gang members.
The gangsters in the past were at best the Chicago typewriters. You hit me and I hit you. Now it is different. A group of gangsters in power armor are rampant on the streets unimpeded. The seemingly solid walls are as fragile as tofu in their hands. .
They fought frantically and destroyed frantically. The police couldn't get in at all. The citizens couldn't hide themselves. After a fire came down, they didn't suffer any injuries, but the buildings fell one after another, and countless citizens were affected.
The original intention of power armor was to help the police maintain social stability, but now it has become the source of disaster.
Who would have thought of this situation?
At the Tesla headquarters, Linda stared at the high-levels with a gloomy face, her eyes flashing red, like a cannibal tiger.
Under her gaze, the conference room was quiet like a cemetery.
Everyone is watching their noses and their hearts, without saying a word. Tesla has encountered the biggest difficulty since its establishment. If it is not handled properly, it is likely to go bankrupt.
"Why don't you speak, dumb."
"This is a conference room, not a place to sleep. I called you to solve problems, not to pretend to be deaf."
Linda talked and knocked on the table. The bang bang bang echoed in the room, very harsh, Sivorn saw that the situation was wrong, and winked again and again, the girl was restrained, her eyes turned to Billy on the right, the latter only Can smile bitterly,
"The most important thing at the moment is to find a way to calm public opinion so that they can't let their trouble go on."
The person next to him answered, "There are also pirated power armors. We must figure out where they came from and who is behind the scenes. If we don't deal with them, there will be more problems in the future."
The pirated armor caused trouble, and the black pot was all buckled on Tesla's head, and I was frustrated to think about it.
Someone said, "The White House must also be prepared. I am worried that high-level officials will take the opportunity to introduce a system that is not conducive to us."
"Many congressmen have called for the inclusion of power armor as a controlled product. Once successful, it will have a major impact on the company's business."
Everyone talked and talked about a bunch of questions in just a few minutes.
Linda blew her head when she heard it, and she didn't know that Tesla had already closed down.
Don’t worry about the White House. President Joel Nash is Luke’s servant, and he will not and dare not introduce policies that are not conducive to Tesla. The most troublesome thing at the moment is public opinion and the pirates hidden behind the scenes.
It took four hours for the meeting to come to an end, and a group of high-level officials left with much thought without much smile on their faces.
Sivorn said helplessly,
"You should say a few words to boost morale."
Linda leaned back in the chair lazily, "I want to inspire them too, but who will inspire me."
As he spoke, he sighed long.
The continuous troubles made her exhausted. This exhaustion is not physically but from the soul.
"Luke Xiao, no news yet?"
Linda shook her head, "We haven't been in contact for a long time, the ghost knows what he is doing?"
Sivorn complained, UU read www.uukanshu.cOM
"He is really big-hearted, and he doesn't care about the company. Last year he disappeared for a year, and this year is another year. I almost forget what he looks like."
"Don't mention him, upset."
Linda sighed, "Let's think about how to deal with the trouble in front of you!"
When mentioning this matter, Sivorn suddenly lost his smiling face. There are some things he can't say clearly. If you really pursue it, the current situation is caused by Linda. As the CEO, her reaction is too slow and she has no consciousness at all. To the danger hidden behind the pirated power armor.
Now I want to make up, but I have no intention of making up for it.
Linda also realized this, so she was so decadent. To be honest, she had no good solution. She couldn't fly to Eastern Europe to smash the factory producing pirated power armor.
"It would be great if Luke was here, he is so smart, he can surely think of good ideas."
The girl put her chin in her hands, her scattered eyes filled with confusion.