Chapter 142 It’s Useful (Part 2)
The lights in New York are always bright at night. In the most prosperous Manhattan neighborhood, the lights are on all night long, and the traffic is busy. The brilliant colors of neon flashing are dazzling. An elongated black luxury car passes through the curtain of countless colors and stops. In front of a luxurious mansion.
The waiter opened the car door, and Schiller got out of the car. He followed the guide into the elevator. The elevator slowly rose until the door opened again, and the brilliant lights from the corridor poured in. When he walked out of the elevator, Schiller squinted his eyes.
Turning a corner in the corridor, Schiller walked into a room. He saw a very burly figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the night view of Manhattan.
"Mr. Dean, you are here." The man turned around. He was fat, like a sumo wrestler, with a face full of flesh. When he spoke, his voice was loud and powerful.
"Hello, Mr. Kingpin."
Kingpin stood there, with his hands behind his back, he looked Schiller up and down, and then said: "The famous director of Arkham Sanitarium, your surname is not actually Arkham, right?"
"That's right, Mr. Kingpin, it seems you know me very well." Schiller walked to the opposite side of Kingpin, looked at him and said, "So tonight, what are you doing by inviting me over?"
Kingpin turned around and took a few steps to the side. He lowered his head and said, "If you were really just the director of a sanatorium, there would be no need for me to invite you over." Before Schiller could speak, Kingpin continued: "A lot of strange things have happened recently, and among these strange things, there seems to be an invisible rope connecting them." "People always focus on Stark, or SHIELD, or even Spider-Man and Daredevil, but I'm different. I'm very interested in this invisible rope. What do you think? Dean of Arkham ?” "Speak directly." Schiller said simply: "Since you have invited me here, it means that you should have found this rope. Not many people can do this. This is what you should do." Get the tickets.” Kingpin suddenly turned around, stared at Schiller with piercing eyes and said, "Give me tickets? To the underground king on the East Coast? What confidence do you have that allows you to have such a big tone?" "If you don't want it, there's no need to invite me over. I don't believe that after investigating, the underground king on the east coast only knows my real name." "Okay, it seems I found the wrong person." Kingpin turned around and walked over, and then said: "Did you create the immortality factor?" "Of course not, it exists in the blood of vampires." "Don't tell me that nonsense. We all know it's just hype." "Really? Why do you think vampires can live forever?" Kingpin stared straight at Schiller, as if trying to read something from his face, but Schiller remained expressionless. Finally, Kingpin asked: "Have you really mastered the technology of immortality?" Schiller smiled and said, "Do you still think I'm talking nonsense?" "...I admit, this is too tempting. No one would not want to live forever. When you just asked me back, for a moment, I really believed it." "I'm not joking, nor am I trying to test you." Schiller told Kingpin: "I can provide a batch of about 1,500 potions, and I will ensure that they have extremely obvious effects." Kingpin sat behind the solid wood table in the room, and Schiller sat in front of him. Schiller said: "I am not here to act as a salesperson, and we are not a seller and a buyer. We can do it together. Seller." "What's the meaning?" "Hand Club, Dragon Bone." Kingpin frowned and said, "You know more than I thought." "After all, I don't dare to come to the appointment just because I know the name Kingpin." "As far as I know, the greatest effect of dragon bone is to extend life. The Hand will look for this kind of thing to use it to extend the life of their organization's senior officials." "To this end, they even sent hundreds of killers to search for this material at all costs." "Prolong life...Although I don't know what kind of effect the dragon bone can achieve, at least in the early stage, it will definitely not be better than the potion in my hand." Kingpin narrowed his eyes, and he smelled a hint of weirdness in Schiller's words. As the de facto underground king of the entire East Coast, he was all too familiar with this tone. He straightened his body, put his arms on the table, and said, "What benefits will it bring to me by cooperating with you?" "Abandon your dead-end plan to bring drugs to schools. It won't change anything. It's the worst way to expand the market." "It seems that you have quite a friendship with those two annoying flies." "As long as you can successfully sell these 1,500 potions to the Hand, and of course, we will take half of the profits, then, soon, some precious bat raw materials will be circulating in the underground market under your control." "Sure enough, the raw materials of only two bats that were promoted by the media were just a gimmick you used to create hype." After they started talking about business, Kingpin almost fought for every cent. He said, "In addition, you must provide me personally with a complete bat. It must be the same bat you used to extract the potion." "With all due respect, even if I provide it to you, you won't have any technical ability to decipher its secrets." "You don't have to worry about that." "The most I have the right to do is give you some research samples from Stark's laboratory, including blood and organs, as well as epidermal tissue." This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The complete bat is with the director of SHIELD. You know, he is a greedy vampire. You can't impress him unless you offer enough conditions." "I only want a complete bat, which is the lowest bottom line, otherwise there will be no discussion." Kingpin said. "Then it seems we can only discuss this condition later, or you can give Nick a call." Seeing Schiller's stubborn attitude, Kingpin guessed that maybe Nick didn't have much bat raw materials. Moreover, although Schiller connected the cooperation between SHIELD Stark and the Osborn Group, But there must be a process of exchanging chips between the two parties. Now it seems that the chips of raw materials have all fallen into Nick's hands. Schiller, the middleman, should no longer have the right to make the decision. "Okay, I don't need the whole bat, but the research sample you provide me must be brand new, and the number cannot be less than two-thirds of the bats." "make a deal." Kingpin then asked Schiller, "What was done in the 1,500 potions you planned to sell to the Hand?" Schiller shook his head and said, "I wouldn't be so stupid as to poison it or do other tricks. I know you are worried that the Hand will retaliate violently and cause you heavy losses." "But you can randomly check the 1,500 medicines I provide you. I guarantee that there are no harmful substances in them." "I don't understand what you are trying to do. Is this a plan set by the director of SHIELD? Is he finally going to take action on the Hand?" "Why can't you look away from the issues of fighting and killing?" Schiller said helplessly: "Can't I really want to do a business with the Shouhe Association?" Kingpin snorted coldly and said, "Nick Fury should be bored to death with these fleas. If their ninjas weren't so difficult to kill, SHIELD agents would have come to visit them long ago." “That was before, and trash was just a misplaced resource.” Finally, Schiller said to Kingpin: "If you want to continue to develop your underground empire, I have some good suggestions, but they are for an additional fee and will be after our cooperation this time. If you are interested, Come see me at Arkham Sanitarium." After leaving, Schiller was picked up by SHIELD's car. He came to Nick Fury's office. The two of them didn't say anything, but walked toward the underground of SHIELD together. After being transported through several closed elevators, the two arrived at a huge underground factory. On the conveyor belt there are all freezing chambers one by one, and the freezing chambers are all filled with big bats that have been frozen. The snow storage area of the entire underground factory covers thousands of square meters, and it is filled with countless frozen bats. Schiller took a report from an agent. He read it and said, "Kingpin's vision is longer than I thought. He readily agreed to this cooperation." "What conditions did he propose?" "He needed samples from two-thirds of the bats." Nick looked at the bat freezers piled as high as mountains in the snow storage area of the underground factory and almost laughed out loud. He could imagine that Kingpin and Schiller must have gone through several rounds of confrontations and various bargainings before finally achieving this result. Perhaps the underground king was still proud of himself. He had obtained two-thirds of the raw material of only two bats that attracted countless dignitaries to seek after them. Nick felt a little sorry for Kingpin. Schiller was not surprised. He just looked at the report and said: "All the goods circulating in the black market cannot be genuine. We have to mix some fake goods into it, and then develop a set of standards for identifying genuine goods." "Fake? You mean..." "Yes, we divide the bats to be circulated into two types. Although they are essentially the same, one batch has anti-counterfeiting marks and the other does not." "In those with anti-counterfeiting marks, we also add some so-called exclusive marks or source of supply marks, then mix them together and circulate them on the black market." "You are so cruel." Nick couldn't help but sigh: "So the ineffective immortality factors they bought are all fakes?" "That's right. Who told you not to come to our sanatorium for treatment? You deserve it if you buy fake products." "There are no beds in the nursing home, but what can I do? The nursing home is short of funds, and we are in urgent need of donations. If you don't donate, and I won't donate, then you can only go to the market and buy those immortality factors that are hard to distinguish between genuine and fake." "I think it's more than that simple for you to choose the black market under Kingpin's control, right? I always feel like you want to trick him." Nick crossed his arms, looked at the freezer compartment on the conveyor belt, and then said, "I don't believe you would be so kind, knowing that the other person is a crocodile with an unsatisfied appetite, and you still want to drag him in to share the cake." "We now lack some means to protect this nascent industry, not only legal means on the surface, but also some covert means. I just tied this crocodile next to this plate of cake and asked him to persuade him to quit. Everyone else who wants to grab the cake.” Schiller paused and continued: "I don't have a favorable impression of King, and it's not that he was the king of a criminal empire." "Whether he is a gangster boss or a crime lord, it doesn't matter to me." "The reason why I think he is not a good partner is that he is too superstitious about force and thinks that assassination can solve all problems. He and I are not the same kind of people." "Indeed." Nick looked at Schiller and said, "You didn't assassinate anyone, but it seems to have solved all the problems." "But like I said." Schiller put down the report, looked at the underground factory, and said, "Garbage is a resource placed in the wrong place, and the same is true for Kingpin." "At least at this stage, he is useful." "That's enough." ------Digression------- Ten thousand words are sent today! Please vote and reward! I have been doing nucleic acid every day recently, and I have to queue up, so the update may be late.