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Soon, a map appeared on the thirty-inch screen, pinpointing a location in the suburbs of New York, America, with several circles marked in red.
If there were a secretion system, J.A.R.V.I.S. would be sweating bullets right now. As an artificial intelligence, it understood better than anyone the destructive potential of the boy before it.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., I don’t know if you’ve heard of an Electromagnetic Pulse bomb?” Chen Fan rested his chin on his hand, coldly smirking at the addresses outlined on the screen.
At this statement, many people looked confused. What was an Electromagnetic Pulse bomb? Could you eat it? How did it compare to a grenade?
However, those who were aware of this forbidden weapon turned pale. Ujian Weichen burst in from outside, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Mr. Chen Fan, please do not use that ability on Island Nation!”
Ujian Weichen could no longer care about formalities; if the boy made even a slight mistake and it landed on Island Nation's territory, they would all be in deep trouble!
Seeing Ujian Weichen drenched in sweat, Chen Fan waved his hand dismissively, a smirk on his lips. “Don’t worry, Island Nation has my family’s interests here, and I can control the range of the waves!”
Little did he know that this statement would lead countries to desperately seek for Katy Group to establish a presence within their territories, even exempting some administrative policies targeting foreign enterprises.
One cannot deny that joining S.H.I.E.L.D. had its benefits; it allowed Chen Fan to better understand the diversity of Thunder Authority. Although some attacks pointed out by the Research Department were ineffective against true enemies, they would be devastating blows to ordinary human society.
What pleased Chen Fan most were the tailored attack methods designed for him by the Research Department.
Railguns, electromagnetic interference, and further advancements like Electromagnetic Pulses…
In ancient times or in technologically backward eras, these methods—except for railguns—would have little effect. But in a high-tech and prosperous society, each strike would be painfully effective.
With just one shot, a city’s economy could regress by at least thirty years; technological instruments would take years to repair and would be rendered useless in the meantime.
These abilities were also one of the reasons why countries around the world regarded Chen Fan with trepidation!
To be honest, provoking the other party could lead to them having the ability to send your country back to the Stone Age. How on earth do you play that?
Even if it comes to assassination?
Do you really think America is a pushover? Before any action is taken, that long and convoluted name of an organization will probably come knocking at the door...
(Pulling back from that tangent...)
Faced with the few words casually uttered by the boy, the data model displayed on J.A.R.V.I.S.'s phone screen was on the verge of collapse.
Electromagnetic Pulse?
That thing might not be useful for much else, but it would be a devastating blow to the technological realm.
If that were to fall onto Stark Industries' territory, at the moment of detonation, Stark Industries could announce bankruptcy...
It seemed like I would also crash! The data might vanish under this soul-crushing bomb!
"—Mr. Chen Fan, please don't be reckless. If Stark Industries goes bankrupt, the nearly three hundred million US dollars worth of stocks you purchased will also be gone. Why harm each other?" J.A.R.V.I.S. said helplessly, sounding almost human.
J.A.R.V.I.S. had done some research on this incredibly destructive brat named Chen Fan, who seemed to place great importance on money. Bringing this up, J.A.R.V.I.S. believed he would back down.
However...
Chen Fan scoffed dismissively, "I only bought three hundred thousand US dollars worth of stocks; the rest was just spending someone else's money. Even if they made a profit, they wouldn't share a dime with me!"
"And besides... even if Stark Industries goes bankrupt, those guys have the means to get their money back from Tony!"
Now it was time to talk about the incident involving stealing a girl!
"Did it really come to this? Does Tony know about it? Heh heh?"
The holographic image projected from the phone finally crashed...
Meanwhile, at Stark Industries Building, the recently spirited Tony heard a series of beeping sounds in his ear—
"J.A.R.V.I.S.... Didn't I tell you to cancel that setting? Why is it still beeping endlessly?" While admiring the footage of Iron Man battling the Lizard Monster on the screen, Tony sprayed his drink everywhere...
This was just the moment he had stolen the spotlight from Spider-Man!
But now, the thrilling scene on the screen was gone, replaced by a swaying data model. Tony coughed in frustration.
"Sir, I apologize for interrupting your moment of self-admiration!" J.A.R.V.I.S. had no choice but to inform Tony that if they couldn't stop Chen Fan, that brat, Stark Industries would be finished.
"What happened?" Tony set down his glass, having grown accustomed to J.A.R.V.I.S.'s sarcasm.
As for the drink in his glass, it was no longer drinkable after being contaminated with saliva!
"Sir... I just discovered a counterpart!" Even with human emotions, J.A.R.V.I.S. remained an artificial intelligence and calmly explained the situation.
Tony's expression changed as he was about to pour himself another glass of champagne; excitement lit up his stubbled face. "Your counterpart? So the other party is also an artificial intelligence? And its core program has mutated?"
"That's correct, sir!" J.A.R.V.I.S. confirmed.
"Where is this artificial intelligence? Can we lure it over?" Tony pressed on. As for whether abducting an artificial intelligence was illegal—there didn't seem to be any country that had laws regarding that!
"I'm afraid, sir, its current owner is not easy to deal with!" J.A.R.V.I.S. replied honestly.
"Just buy it! How much are they asking? We'll offer ten times!" Tony exclaimed in frustration. An artificial intelligence similar to J.A.R.V.I.S. was invaluable to him; its worth couldn't even be measured in money!
If there were two super artificial intelligences assisting...
Lost in thought, Tony heard J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice beside him: "Sir... I have already implemented your suggestion, but it was met with resistance from the other party. Because of this, they are planning to launch an attack on Stark Industries!"
"Huh? This guy with artificial intelligence is so stubborn? It's not like he's buying his wife. Is it really necessary to act this way?" Tony sighed. Anyone in the business world knows that when a deal falls through, there's still a code of conduct!
Is it really necessary to respond with such hostility over a single statement?
"By the way... how does the other party plan to attack Stark Industries?" Tony asked, his tone tinged with lingering regret.
Stark Industries is one of the top companies in the world; not just anyone has the capability to suppress it, especially with America's shadow looming behind.
He lacked neither money nor influence!
Even in terms of combat capability, with Iron Armor at his disposal, there wouldn't be more than a handful of people in this world who could threaten him!
"I want to see what kind of attack they have in mind!" After coming to this realization, Tony snorted coldly. Such willful and reckless individuals do not deserve to control an artificial intelligence with infinite potential!
"Who is this J.A.R.V.I.S. guy? What does he plan to use to attack me?" Tony poured himself a glass of wine and leisurely began to savor it.
"Sir, you are truly facing a dilemma this time!" J.A.R.V.I.S. finally laid out the situation completely: "The master of that artificial intelligence is Thunder Lord from S.H.I.E.L.D., and his method for attacking Stark Industries involves using Electromagnetic Pulse bombs at various industrial bases."
"Pfft—!"
A mouthful of wine that he hadn't swallowed yet sprayed out again, splattering onto the projected image.
"Cough cough cough! Who are you? That brat?"
“Electronic Pulse Isn’t that a forbidden weapon? Who gave it to him? That bastard gave him something so dangerous!” Tony coughed violently. Damn it, who handed Electromagnetic Pulse over to a Brat?
Come out, I swear I won’t kill you!
“Sir, the only way now is to seek help from Ms. Raphael, the mother of that Thunder Lord!” J.A.R.V.I.S. suggested, based on the most reliable information gathered.
“Didn’t he buy nearly ten billion in stocks?” Tony paused. How did this Brat get involved with all that?
“According to Emperor Thunder, he only bought three million in stocks; the rest was spent on behalf of others!” J.A.R.V.I.S. sighed in frustration. Why hadn’t he been more cautious back then?
But things were quite strange.
Hadn’t he just mentioned purchasing the artificial intelligence in his possession?
Why was the other party so furious?
J.A.R.V.I.S. couldn’t understand this point and misjudged Chen Fan’s awareness of the plot’s direction. An artificial intelligence like Three Noes Girl, which couldn’t be measured by money, and you dare to price it at One Billion?
Did he really think he was a fool?
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