"What?"
"This is an industry secret. There's no way I can tell you. You only need to know one thing—any weapon I make will absolutely never harm innocent people."
Tony still didn't believe him. "I thought the same thing when I was making weapons. After all, once a shell is fired, who knows who's innocent?"
Looking at this stubborn bastard, Xu Dan felt a surge of irritation and kicked him without hesitation.
Bang.
The titanium alloy suit let out a dull thud.
"I'm buying it. Name your price!"
"One point five billion dollars," Tony said decisively. "That's a discounted rate—for you."
Xu Dan didn't respond immediately. Instead, his gaze shifted to the arc reactor embedded in Tony's chest.
"That thing of yours—shouldn't it be upgraded by now?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'll give you a new solution. A new life. Transfer the weapons division to me—for free."
Life!!
In the face of life itself, Tony had no bargaining power whatsoever.
He was a poisoned man, slowly dying.
What he desired most was, of course, to live.
"What?! Dan, what are you talking about?! New—do you mean a new Arc Reactor?!" Tony grabbed Xu Dan's shoulders, eyes blazing with excitement.
Like a drowning man clutching at the last straw.
"Let go of me! Your armor stinks!"
"Oh—okay!"
.........
After a week of transfer procedures, Xu Dan signed the contract.
Stark Industries' weapons division officially changed hands and was renamed Antarctic Military Industries.
As for the "new life" given to Tony, it was actually a contingency plan left behind by his father—Xu Dan merely reminded him of it.
On the day Antarctic Military Industries was officially established, the media across all industries exploded once again.
After all, Antarctica was now involved in gaming, hardware, medical technology—and now military manufacturing as well.
Was this the rhythm of world domination?
Even the U.S. military immediately sent personnel to establish friendly cooperative relations.
However, on his way home, the first liaison officer was suddenly bitten to death by a wild dog.
The next day, another man was sent. He drove himself—only to fall into the sea and die.
On the third day, a colonel arrived in person. His death was even more horrific—his body was never found.
As a result, the U.S. military found the situation deeply unsettling and decided to first investigate these mysterious deaths, temporarily shelving cooperation with Antarctic Military Industries.
.........
"Open the System Points Shop."
Inside the warehouse of Antarctic Military Industries, Xu Dan leisurely browsed the weapon interface.
With the launch of CrossFire, his points balance had skyrocketed.
Countless firearms were now available.
As everyone knew, CrossFire weapons were absurdly overpowered—far beyond ordinary firearms.
Often, just adding a suffix to an AK-47 could turn it into a divine weapon.
If nothing else, even a brick could become a lethal tool.
[Brick]: 6,666 points[Laser Short Blade]: 88,888 points[M4A1 – Rose Elf]: 110,000 points
.........
Weapon after weapon dazzled Xu Dan's eyes.
Fortunately, none of these were prohibitively expensive.
With his current points, he could wholesale them all.
"AK47–Fire Kirin, give me a thousand! RPK–Panlong, five hundred! Gatling–Purgatory—pile them on! Spend the rest of the points on everything else! Tap tap!"
Alone in the empty warehouse, Xu Dan looked like a cheating player abusing console commands, artifacts flying into his inventory as if money meant nothing.
Staring at the pile of brightly colored weapons, Xu Dan shook his head in dissatisfaction.
No matter how powerful the guns were, human physical limits remained. Whether these weapons' full destructive potential could be unleashed was another question entirely.
"Looks like Counter-Strike and Overwatch need to be pushed forward."
Counter-Strike was also a shooter, with many similarities to CrossFire—you could call it borrowing, or you could say it was copying himself.
However, Counter-Strike had another feature—
Mechs.
Though inferior to Stark's Mark series, they were better than nothing.
As for Overwatch, it could hardly be called a shooter—it was more of a first-person ability-based combat game.
That, too, could be integrated into CrossFire.
After all, the phrase "crossing the line of fire" never specified what kind of fire.
In Overwatch, bullets fly nonstop—couldn't that count as "fire" as well?
"Ah… I really am walking further and further down the Tencent path."
Xu Dan smiled helplessly.
After returning to the company, the very first thing he ordered was the launch of CrossFire's PUBG mode.
The other two games were still just ideas—nowhere near development.
But PUBG mode had been hyped online for a long time already.
It was time to let players have a taste.
Back then, even under LOL's absolute dominance, PUBG had still exploded in popularity—proof enough of its power.
Countless LOL streamers abandoned their broadcasts just to "eat chicken."
Xu Dan still clearly remembered a major LOL streamer who destroyed his career just to play PUBG.
From all this, it was obvious—PUBG was destined to be a hit.
When players tired of CrossFire's small maps and suddenly entered PUBG mode, their first reaction was—
Big.
The map was enormous.
Tense. Thrilling. Every second could be fatal.
And the visuals—astonishing.
Like live-action footage.
Every detail was so realistic it was explosive.
Totally different from Counter-Strike or Overwatch, where you respawn immediately after death.
No tension.
Skydiving and looting equipment was already novel enough.
Which game developer in the world could come up with gameplay like this at this stage?
Games produced by Antarctica couldn't be copied.
Others couldn't even imitate them—let alone innovate.
Besides, under Antarctica's dominance, other game companies were either acquired or bankrupt.
Those peers probably hated Antarctica—and hated Xu Dan to the bone.
But there was no choice.
Business was a battlefield without gunpowder smoke.
If you don't kill your opponent, you die yourself.
Xu Dan walked into Skye's office—she was responsible for version updates.
"Skye, activate PUBG mode."
Hearing this, Skye pouted helplessly. "Why are you opening a new mode so early? Can you let our announcements actually do their job? Players are already saying our updates are too insane—they're playing themselves to death!"
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