"Of course, but that's not enough."
Andrew nodded. He said, "Trask, quickly figure out the mysteries of how wild mechanical life forms feed and evolve. Then, elevate them and apply them to other robots."
"BOSS, that's exactly what I want to do."
Trask laughed. The charm of technology lies in transcendence.
"Very good."
Andrew nodded with satisfaction, left the laboratory, and began tallying the gains from this venture in the Demon King's Palace.
"First, millions of souls. Most of the people in New York now belong to me, and my deep love for New York was not in vain.
Secondly, my strength has greatly increased, becoming a true Demon King, and I even killed that bastard Mephisto.
Additionally, I gained five percent authority over Mephistos Hell, obtained Mephisto's collection palace, and acquired one hundred thousand succubi.
And also, the Bifrost Bridge technology, the Chitauri mothership, and the Mind Stone."
Andrew nodded with satisfaction. This time, the harvest was truly immense, and his long-term planning had paid off.
… …
According to post-event statistics, the demon invasion disaster in New York resulted in a total of over eighty thousand Deaths, hundreds of thousands of injured, and immeasurable economic losses.
Manhattan, the most severely affected City, saw numerous buildings collapse, with even Stark Tower left tottering. The citizens were filled with fear and confusion. Could New York still be a place to live?
"Even the battle-hardened New Yorkers couldn't bear it this time. Many interviewed citizens stated they would leave New York and never return."
On television, a news reporter said in a low voice, "Large numbers of citizens are leaving, and many buildings have collapsed. This makes one wonder if New York's glory can continue?"
"New York is truly miserable."
Andrew shook his head and said, "Alice, contact other financial groups and the official to come up with a New York revitalization plan."
Alice said, "BOSS, the souls of 72% of New York's permanent residents already belong to you. I think you should shift your development focus to other Cities."
"Other Cities need to be developed, but New York can't be left behind. A continuous stream of newcomers will join New York."
Andrew said, "More importantly, New York is a geomantic treasure land. Here, there will never be a shortage of disasters and major events."
Alice complained, "BOSS, do you have some misunderstanding of the term 'geomantic treasure land'?"
"For me, it's definitely a treasure land."
Andrew smiled and switched to another channel. President Ellis was delivering an impassioned, yet useless, speech in front of New York City Hall—words that served no purpose were naturally nonsense.
The citizens listened for a while and were very dissatisfied, demanding that the White House implement reassuring practical measures. At the same time, they also demanded that the President severely punish S.H.I.E.L.D., as S.H.I.E.L.D. was the culprit behind this disaster.
"Everyone, rest assured, I will investigate everything and give you an explanation."
President Ellis shouted, and the citizens expressed that they were not reassured at all.
To quell the public's anger, Councilman Gideon Malick took all the blame and resigned. Although the public was still very dissatisfied, they could only accept it.
At this stage, Earth needs S.H.I.E.L.D. There's no other way; there are simply too many disasters.
It's worth mentioning that the official classified the demon invasion as an Alien invasion. In any case, they would never admit that demons exist in the world, and even if they did, they were just Aliens that looked like demons.
"For HYDRA to sacrifice its own people to protect him, Nick Fury still has some capability, but unfortunately, he's good at internal struggles and bad at external ones."
Andrew shook his head. Speaking of which, he had prepared a surprise for Nick Fury. He wondered if the other party would be very happy?
… …
At S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Nick Fury was roaring at Dr. Savig: "What did you say? The Tesseract is broken? Do you know how many people we sacrificed to get it back? Even Coulson died."
Dr. Savig dodged Nick Fury's spittle and said with a bit of dissatisfaction and grievance, "Director Fury, why are you roaring at me? I didn't break it."
"Shit."
Nick Fury cursed and told Hill to guard outside, preventing anyone from approaching.
Nick Fury was applying for more funds for the Insight Project. At a time like this, the news of the Tesseract breaking down absolutely could not get out. Otherwise, not only would the Insight Project be ruined, but he would also be ousted.
After the door closed, Nick Fury asked in a deep voice, "What exactly is the problem?"
"See for yourself."
Dr. Savig led Nick Fury to the front of the Tesseract, and then he activated the instrument to extract energy from the Tesseract.
The cube glowed, and a cold voice came out: "Your balance is insufficient. Please top up."
"…"
Nick Fury's single eye was wide open. Even he, who was accustomed to storms, was utterly bewildered. What the hell was this?
Nick Fury turned to Dr. Savig and asked, "What's going on?"
"I don't know what's going on either."
Dr. Savig spread his hands and said, "We know nothing about the origin of the Tesseract. Perhaps its original setting is like this."
"Its original setting is like this? Are you a three-year-old child?"
Nick Fury snorted coldly. He hesitated for a moment and asked the Tesseract, "How do I top up?"
The Tesseract projected a light screen and said, "Souls, Vibranium, Adamantium, high-tech talents, rare items… all can be used to top up. For details, please check the list."
"Sure enough, someone tampered with it."
Nick Fury cursed. If he wasn't mistaken, this matter should be related to that Hell Demon King—the one who saved New York.
Nick Fury shook his head and checked the content on the light screen with Dr. Savig: "One ordinary soul can be exchanged for one hour of Tesseract usage time. Top up ten at once, and you get an extra hour as a bonus.
Special souls can be exchanged for more usage time…"
"Is this a mobile game top-up?"
Nick Fury complained, "What's with this strong mobile game vibe? Does the Hell Demon King also play mobile games? Which server? Let's add each other as friends."
Dr. Savig laughed, "As expected, doctors are popular everywhere."
"Don't you think it's very strange? Why would Hell need high-tech talents?"
Nick Fury thought for a moment and asked the Tesseract, "How much usage time can my soul be exchanged for?"
The Tesseract replied, "Starting Scanner. Scanner finished. Nick Fury, male, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., dark face and even darker heart. Talents: corruption, internal strife. Appraisal result: not accepted even with extra money."
"…"
Nick Fury's face turned red with anger. Dr. Savig turned around and stifled a laugh. This appraisal result was too accurate.
Nick Fury took a deep breath and instructed, "Dr. Savig, from now on, you will be solely responsible for recharging energy weapons. No one else is allowed near the Tesseract except you."
Dr. Savig asked in surprise, "Are you going to top up?"
"Otherwise, what can we do? Really let hundreds of billions in investment go to waste?"
Nick Fury said grumpily, "Before we find a substitute, we must top up first. I will find a way to meet the Tesseract's demands."
Nick Fury was very depressed. It was clear that the Hell Demon King was milking S.H.I.E.L.D., but the problem was that S.H.I.E.L.D. could only let him do it willingly.
From now on, S.H.I.E.L.D. would become the Hell Demon King's laborer until a substitute product was found.
"The problem is, a substitute product is not easy to find."
Nick Fury had a headache. With Earth's technology, finding a substitute would not be easy.
This milking would likely continue for a long time.
… …
After being invaded by Aliens repeatedly, the human high-level officials were enraged and frightened. Various countries allocated large amounts of funds to the American Military, urging them to quickly increase their strength to protect Earth.
Once the American Military had a large amount of funds, they immediately began bidding. No matter what the project, as long as it could enhance America's strength, they were willing to invest.
In this situation, companies naturally flocked to them, jointly dividing this large cake.
One day, Gene Energy Company approached a General from the American Military with the 'Rampage Beasts' project.
"Our company has developed a gene editing technology that can transfer genes from various animals to experimental subjects."
Claire White, the owner of Gene Energy Company, wearing a black women's suit, pointed to the giant dog on the screen and introduced:
"Shark growth genes, beetle strength genes, cheetah speed genes… By combining all these genes into one animal, we will get an invincible giant beast.
By then, neither Aliens nor demons will be a match for us Earthlings."
"Sounds interesting."
The General looked at the giant dog on the screen and asked, "Is this big dog a concept drawing or a finished product?"
"Just a concept drawing."
White said, "This project is a bit illegal, and formal experiments haven't started yet, but theoretically, there are no problems. We are confident in creating a true finished product.
To circumvent the law, I hope the American Military can lend us a Space Station for use."
"There's no need to be so troublesome. The times have changed, and we must take bigger steps."
The General thought for a moment and asked, "Have you heard of Jurassic World?"
"That dinosaur park?"
White's brother, the somewhat silly-looking Brett White, said excitedly, "Of course we know. I even went there a while ago. I love those dinosaurs.
Unfortunately, the staff at Jurassic World had terrible service. I just saw a small dinosaur that looked pitiful and wanted to take it back to the hotel to enjoy the air conditioning, and they arrested me."
"That's called theft, isn't it?"
The General complained. He said, "The company that created the dinosaurs is International Gene Technology Company, and our American Military has been investing in it."
Brett White asked in shock, "You want to use dinosaurs as weapons?"
"That's right, but not ordinary dinosaurs, but genetically modified dinosaurs."
The General looked at the screen and said, "You two will research the Rampage Beasts project together with International Gene Technology Company. Big dogs are too weak. I want Rampage Beasts dinosaurs. The American Military will fully support you financially."
"Rampage Beasts dinosaurs?"
The White siblings' eyes lit up simultaneously. The same image appeared in their minds: a Tyrannosaurus Rex over a hundred meters tall, standing on a New York street, majestically confronting Alien spaceships.
"Too cool."
The White siblings immediately agreed: "No problem, we are very happy to cooperate with International Gene Technology Company. In fact, we have always admired Dr. Henry Wu."
"Very good, but there are two things to clarify beforehand."
The General said, "First, every step of the experiment must be approved by our American Military. I don't want any problems, and I certainly don't want any trouble. Our American Military is not like those bastards at S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Hasn't your American Military caused enough trouble?"
White secretly complained. She said, "No problem, I hate S.H.I.E.L.D. the most. They are simply a disaster."
"I like what you said."
The General laughed heartily. He continued, "Second, this project is indeed somewhat illegal. Before the finished product comes out, no one can know about it, understand?"
The White siblings nodded simultaneously: "Understood."
The General nodded with satisfaction: "Then, let's start the research. I look forward to the sight of Rampage Beasts guarding New York."
… …
In a flash, time came to April 2010.
On a private jet, Andrew drank tea while listening to Alice's report: "From January to April, a total of over seven hundred thousand people left New York, while over five hundred thousand people entered New York. The total population of New York is decreasing.
New York's reconstruction work is progressing extremely quickly. Major financial groups all want to restore Manhattan's prosperity as soon as possible.
Some Chitauri weapons have flowed into the black market, and the Disaster Control Department is investigating…"
"New York's vitality is stronger than imagined."
Andrew nodded and asked, "How is the 'Save Hair Project' progressing?"
Alice said, "The progress is very good. Many people who are losing their hair choose to sign a soul contract in exchange for a thick head of hair.
Currently, we have obtained 1.1 million soul contracts through hair growth potions."
Andrew asked, "Not bad. What about the 'Mechanical Prosthesis Project'?"
"Coulson has already designed the specific process for the Mechanical Prosthesis Project, and it will be officially launched soon."
Alice said, "Additionally, the 'Youth Restoration Project' has already designed a preliminary product and is currently undergoing experiments."
"Very good."
Andrew nodded with satisfaction. Even without disasters, he could still acquire a large number of souls through these projects.
As the saying goes, technology changes life.
Soon, the private jet arrived at Santa Maria Airport in Costa Rica. Andrew disembarked and took a Jurassic World yacht to Isla Nublar.
That's right, Jurassic World. Andrew's purpose for this trip was to visit the dinosaurs and, by the way, catch a few to raise in Hell for fun. That was his dream from his previous life.
"Compared to the new product, the Indominus Rex, the Tyrannosaurus Rex is still cooler."
Andrew enjoyed the sea breeze and the beautiful scenery on the sea. At this moment, a surprised voice came from beside him: "Mr. Wang."
Andrew turned and found Hawkeye Barton standing on the deck with his wife and children.
Andrew asked, "Are you on a business trip for leisure?"
"Just getting some fresh air."
Hawkeye sighed. The Nightmare from a few months ago had been bothering him. His psychologist suggested he take time off work and go out to relax, so he took leave to visit Jurassic World with his family.
"Dinosaur Island is not a good place to relax."
Andrew shook his head. Whether it was Jurassic Park or Jurassic World, they couldn't escape the fate of closing down.
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