"You have betrayed my trust."
Obadiah squatted in his secret manufacturing factory and spoke stiffly to the scientific researchers.
He has collected the armor that Tony made when he escaped from the Ten Commandments gang, and is now working hard to reproduce the result.
"We have no way to provide that energy, this kind of technology..."
The scientific researchers explained to Obadiah with some embarrassment, but obviously it had no effect.
"You guys, with countless resources, can't accomplish what Tony created in a simple cave."
Thick forehead lines appeared on Obadiah's bald head. This man is no longer young.
"Mr. Stark is a genius, we are not."
The researchers spoke with some suppressed anger.
It's never a pleasant experience to admit that you're not as good as someone else, but it's true.
There are very few scientists in this world who can compare with Tony Stark.
"Okay, you can continue working. I will find a way to solve the problem of energy."
Obadiah is a somewhat bloated man with a cold and stern face that makes people shudder.
Of course he knows that Tony is a genius, because the Stark Group has relied on the works of geniuses to develop to this day.
"Boss, the Iron Man made by Tony has gone up to heaven today, haven't you seen it yet?"
The voice of his men came from Obadiah's earpiece.
This made Obadiah's mood even worse.
"I'll go see it."
Obadiah seemed to have forced these words out of his mouth, then turned and left his manufacturing factory.
If you can’t develop it, then plunder it!
This is the philosophy Obadiah advocates most as a successful capitalist.
This man has a different view on talent. He knows very well that he does not have the creative brain of the Stark family.
But he has a method unique to ordinary people.
Cunning, cruel, decisive and greedy.
In this country, as long as you have these potentials, you will always have a chance to soar.
As long as you catch a creative genius, he will always be at the forefront.
Tony's announcement of the shutdown of the weapons research department made him feel that he needed to do something.
At least I can't watch everything I have worked hard for in my life be destroyed by a "child".
Even if this decision kills the golden chicken.
…
The snow on the Holy Land of Harrogas was still misty, and Bulcaisu looked at Rorschach in front of him with a somewhat sighing expression.
Rorschach wants to explore the truth, and Bulcasso is also very concerned about the erased memory.
It's just that the time hasn't come yet.
"Justice is never as simple as you think."
Burcasso rarely lowered his loud voice and spoke in a low voice.
Tyrael, Archangel of Justice.
A majestic and bright figure.
Just as stubborn as other archangels.
Who among the beings who personify rules can always be right?
Tyrael's justice and Imprius's courage are no longer flawless long ago.
Besides, Tyrael is considered an enemy to the barbarians.
"I want to know the truth."
Rorschach walked up to Bulqueso and had the first active communication.
Before this, Rorschach had always silently accepted the arrangements of Bulcasso. Although Bulcasso never explained much, there was no doubt that he had made it to this day.
"Don't try to trick me by knowing it when you get it. Everything you provide shows your purpose."
Rorschach was not going to listen to Bulqueso's vague statement, he just wanted the truth.
These days of contact were enough for Rorschach to make his own judgment.
Bulcasso raised his head, his eyes flickering and confused.
For a savage, twinkling eyes are rare.
And confused is a description that at first glance has nothing to do with this group.
"You're scared."
Bulcasso hesitated for a while and spoke slowly.
A cowering Rorschach made him a little dissatisfied, and Bulqueso couldn't figure out why Rorschach was afraid.
He did not tell others that the world was about to face the threat of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell.
"Yes, I'm scared. Everything you do is dangerous and uncontrollable."
Not far away, Bruce Wayne is watching the exchange of Rorschach River Bulkeso.
He was in a position where he could hear the conversation.
"No one will give something away for no reason, and barbarians are not saints. They will be full of sympathy for all the miserable people. Just like that dream, neither you nor us are people who show kindness freely."
Rorschach looked at Bulkesso, very determined.
The savages Rorschach saw were more like enforcers of justice and spokespersons of courage.
This group will not shed tears because of disasters, but will only silently embark on a battlefield.
Rorschach stood motionless, as if he didn't want to know the truth and would rather stand here like a sculpture.
He thought more about the images provided by Harrogath than Rumlow and the others could think of.
Rorschach could not be persuaded by such reasons as a hero in a group who fought hard not to be killed.
It's just a simple battle scene, which means nothing to Rorschach.
There are so few stories that can be told in a short frame of time.
And fear always comes from not understanding, he can't understand the power of Bulcasso.
"I can't remember."
Bulcasso took out the wine and poured it into his mouth. He felt bored.
He had been worried about Rorschach before, but he no longer cared about it later.
Every day is spent in constant battles, and occasionally faced with the crisis of death.
People in that situation will always forget something, and thinking about it will only lead to a violent death.
Rorschach stood in front of Bulcasso without saying a word, just looking at Bulcasso quietly.
"I am also very curious."
Wayne walked up to Bulcasso and stood side by side with Rorschach. He was the person who communicated with Rorschach the most these days.
"Wayne!"
Korik came over, squeezed Wayne's shoulders and took him away.
Regarding Bulkatho's life, the third ancestor knew most of it, but he only knew the existence of the secret that only Volusk and Bulkaso themselves knew.
Savages do not delve into other people's secrets because they are of no value.
It's like Vader never asked Reiko what she thought when she lost her lover.
To be continued...