Energy, new alloys, high temperature resistant coatings, biomedicine, Gene Modification, semiconductors, artificial intelligence, high-strength fibers, life support systems, spacecraft engines...
As one after another extremely advanced technology was presented in front of them like a big discount on weekends, the representatives of these major countries and the interest groups they represented quickly fell into madness.
Almost everyone did not hesitate to tear off their usually gentle disguise and directly Incarnations became a man-eating demon.
Sometimes, in order to compete for a key technology, even at the risk of bayonets, fierce debates and quarrels were staged in the hall.
Some even waved their fists in an attempt to persuade competitors through "physical" means.
Regarding the internal fighting between humans in front of them, Artoria maintained the style that Allen has always had, which is to stand aside and not interfere at all.
Not only will they not interfere, they will even provide weapons such as swords and pistols to both parties, allowing them to engage in fair Duel Gundam.
In just two and a half hours in the morning, more than a dozen unlucky people were seriously injured and fell to the ground.
You must know that they are not unknown people. If you pick one out at random, they are high-ranking officials from various countries, or they may be billionaires or professional managers.
Fortunately, Saber himself is here to take charge, and no matter how badly injured he is, he can be brought back from the brink of death in minutes.
By the time it was approaching noon, the atmosphere at the venue had lost the initial harmony, leaving only naked competition and hostility.
Especially those who have seen blood, they are exuding murderous aura, staring directly at the opponent who poses the greatest threat to themselves.
Just in line with that sentence, there is naked hatred between Accompany.
"Okay, that ends the morning meeting. Next is lunch time. I asked the chef to prepare a sumptuous and delicious banquet for you. Please move to the restaurant next door. We will continue the rest in the afternoon."
Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene had become like a powder keg, Artoria decisively announced that it was time to enter the lunch session.
She finally saw that this so-called International Security Council had no spirit of cooperation at all in the face of huge interests. He was completely in disarray. It would be better if he didn't start a fight.
If possible, she even hoped that the Chitauri invasion would come earlier, so that the top leaders of various countries on the earth who seriously lacked a sense of crisis would understand that if the internal fighting continues, it will be a terrible disaster for the entire Human Race.
Just when Saber was about to turn around and leave, eating something to relieve his bad mood, Justin Hammer, who is good at finding opportunities, immediately came up with a sealed suitcase, put one hand on his chest and bowed deeply. "Your Majesty, King Arthur, if you don't mind, can I detain you for a few minutes?"
"Huh?"
Artoria stopped, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes that was not easy to detect.
There is no doubt that she does not like the businessman in front of her at all who exudes Decay, corruption and death.
But considering the plan made by Allen, Artoria still suppressed his disgust and nodded lightly. "Okay! Just tell me what you have to say."
"That's right! I know that our Hammer Industries may not be able to compete with Stark Industries technically, but in order to prevent one company from monopolizing the market, I hope that in the next competition, regardless of Whatever technology Stark Industries acquires, we Hammer Industries can also acquire a copy of it. History has proven that only in a fully competitive environment can technology be rapidly transformed and applied. In addition, I have prepared a small gift for you."
With that said, Justin Hammer opened the suitcase and took out a contract with thirty pages of A4 paper.
Artoria took it and glanced at it, a very strange expression suddenly appeared on his face. "Share transfer agreement? Do you think those U. S. dollars that are no different from waste paper will be attractive to me?"
Justin Hammer hurriedly shook his head and explained, "No! Of course not! What I mean is that as United States's defense contractor, Hammer Industries has many special channels that can help you collect all kinds of things of interest. And once you become our shareholder, you can receive various private Auction invitations and enjoy many conveniences at the same time."
"Are you sure there is something of interest to us on these Auction?" Artoria asked in an uncertain tone.
"Of course! I promise! Just next month, a special topic Auction about ancient Egypt will be held on one of Florida's luxury yachts. Believe me, there are several items for sale that will definitely satisfy you." Justin·Hammer vowed to give a guarantee.
Obviously, he was trying to bring Saber in front of him into his social circle in this way.
"In that case, I will wait and see. But let me state in advance that if I find you lying, then both you and Hammer Industries will bear the wrath of me."
After making a half-truth and half-false threat, Artoria immediately signed his name at the end of the share transfer agreement.
At this point, she successfully obtained 10% of the shares of Hammer Industries and became the third largest shareholder.
Compared to Justin·Hammer's little tricks in private, Tony·Stark, who is naturally arrogant and arrogant, is undoubtedly full of confidence in his own skills and brains. He has no intention of going through the back door at all, and takes Pepper·Poz directly to the restaurant next door.
As soon as he crossed the threshold, he was attracted by the mountains of various delicacies in front of him, as well as hundreds of different flavors of drinks and drinks.
Because both drinks and food exude rich magical energy without exception.
"Oh my god! This place... this place is as incredible as the fairy tale Kingdom!" Pepper Poz's eyes widened in shock.
As a member of the United States high-income group, although she has seen many extremely luxurious banquets, she has never been able to compare with the Sky City restaurant in front of her.
In a space the size of two football fields, tens of thousands of plates, basins, bowls, saucers and other containers were classified and placed on different shelves in the place like works of art.
No matter who it is, as long as they walk through the vacant corridor, they can easily get what they want to eat.
The drink in the cup is like Elves with wings, flying freely above the head.
Anyone in need just needs to wave, and countless cups will fly down for them to choose from.
Tony·Stark, who hadn't eaten breakfast at all, felt clearly intense hunger at this moment, so he grabbed a meatball from the nearest plate and threw it into his mouth.
moment!
The delicious gravy and sauce explodes in your mouth.
At the same time, an inexplicable force spread throughout the body along with the blood flow.
Before he could react to what was happening, he saw his muscles begin to expand rapidly, stretching the opening of his shirt to the point of almost bursting.
The most important thing is that the taste is simply a hundred times stronger than any dish made by a chef in a high-end restaurant.
"Tony, your muscles..."
Pepper·Boz was obviously taken aback by this change, and even stretched out his finger to gently poke the hard pectoralis major muscle.
"It's that meatball! Some kind of magical energy contained in it strengthened my muscle fibers. Damn it! The food here is so delicious. I bet! No matter the chef or the materials they use, it is definitely extraordinary."
While talking, Iron Man grabbed another meatball and threw it into his mouth, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
Pepper·Boz carefully picked up one and put it into his mouth. He was immediately conquered by the indescribable deliciousness, and at the same time gained a body of toned muscles.
Feeling the exponentially increasing power, she couldn't help but sigh slightly, "Okay, I can confirm now that we are in a fairy tale world."
"Hahahaha! I'm starting to like this place more and more! Come on, let's go over there and try other delicacies."
Tony·Stark, full of childlike innocence, grabbed his already established girlfriend and ran towards the seafood and dessert areas not far away.
He didn't notice at all that the man who had created him was hiding in the dark and seeing everything, with a happy smile on his face.
"Hey! Ethan! Why are you hiding here?" The girl Elves patted the man's shoulder hard.
The latter was so frightened that he almost jumped up and quickly put a finger on his lips. "Shh! Don't be so loud, otherwise Tony·Stark will find me."
"Tony·Stark? Oh! So it's him." Elves The girl immediately nodded in realization.
"Yes! It seems that he is doing well now, so I feel relieved."
After saying that, Ethan picked up an empty plate, picked a few of his favorites at a very fast speed, and then quickly left the restaurant, for fear of being accidentally discovered.
You must know that he is now an out-and-out gangster. Whether on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s list or in his country's household registration, he has been marked dead.
In this way, the two of them carried their plates to the garden behind Central Tower, admiring the various magical flowers in bloom while eating a delicious lunch.
When she was halfway through eating, the girl Elves suddenly asked, "Ethan, have you considered how to start a new life when you return to Earth after the restriction period is over?"
"Uh... no." Ethan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. "Why do you ask this suddenly? Can't I stay forever?"
"Can't!"
Elves girl gave a negative answer without thinking.
"Why?!"
This answer obviously surprised Ethan.
In his opinion, since he has integrated into Sky City and is doing scientific research to the best of his ability, the other party should have no reason to drive him away.
The girl Elves explained with a wry smile, "Because Lord Allen is very strict when selecting partners. So far, only two adults, Sakura and Artoria, have passed the examination. As for the others, although they also work, research and live here, when we choose to leave, they will be sent back to their original world without exception."
"What about you and the others?"
Ethan subconsciously turned around and glanced at the other intelligent creatures living in Sky City.
"We are different! Guardians were originally born together with Aelionteu. They are the most capable helpers of the three adults. As for ordinary people like me, they were created from scratch by Lord Allen with the help of magic and various abilities. They are equivalent to servants and soldiers." The Elves girl told the truth about the bustling Sky City in a very calm tone.
"Create... create life?! Is he a god?" Ethan opened his mouth wide, showing an expression of uncertainty.
"To a certain extent, Lord Allen is the god of this world. Although he almost never interferes with what we do in our daily lives. Also, never mention the word god. Because Lord Allen hates others calling him god, and has even killed many powerful creatures who claim to be gods."
When saying these words, the girl Elves sounded more serious than ever.
"Then how can I get the qualification to stay?" Ethan asked with a wry smile.
During this period of time, he had transferred all his thoughts about his dead family members to the girl Elves in front of him, and regarded her as his daughter.
So no matter what, he wants to try to stay and complete the final journey of life.
"I don't know. Maybe you can wait for these outsiders to leave and talk to Master Artoria alone. If you get her permission, maybe you can get permanent residence here." The Elves girl winked playfully, and then ran into the kitchen with the empty plate.
When Ethan saw this scene, he suddenly showed the joy that only an old father would have. He murmured in a voice that only he could hear, "For my little angel, it seems that I have to work hard. No matter what the price is, I must stay."
At the same time, Alexander Pierce, who was present as International Security Council, also brought two Hydra senior executives, standing on the platform at the edge of Sky City, looking down at Great Maelstrom in the middle of the ocean.
After a full minute, he asked, "What do you think of this place?"
"Sorry, I really don't know what to say. This place is far beyond our knowledge, whether it is technology or magic. The only advice I can give is to never be enemies with them." Baron Strucker expressed his point of view.
This man who looks like a Germany Junker aristocrat is the creator of the two future superheroes Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver.
The guy standing next to him is another senior executive of the Hydra organization—Daniel Whitehorse.
This madman who is obsessed with studying Obelisk and Inhumans said unceremoniously, "We can borrow their power and technology to strengthen ourselves, and even build an army composed entirely of Superpowers soldiers. I believe you have also seen those extremely powerful Gene Modification technologies. Compared with them, the Super Soldier Serum that created Captain America and Winter Soldier is like a pile of garbage."
"Very good! It seems that we have reached an agreement on this issue. Next, let's talk about specific cooperation matters." As he spoke, the corners of Alexander Pierce's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a chilling smile.