"You've been researching the Energy Accumulator lately. I can help you complete it and secure that military contract!"
J.A.R.V.I.S. quickly retrieved a great deal of information on Brandon Group.
The J.A.R.V.I.S. subsystem in these glasses used Tony Stark's entire database, so it knew all about the military's little secrets.
Voss fell silent. He had no idea how Leo had learned about Brandon Group's secret.
Brandon Group had recently been competing with Dolly Group for a military contract worth a full three hundred million dollars.
Yet Leo knew about it, and he sounded extremely confident.
"How can you help me? Why would you help me?"
"Wait a moment. I'm in Africa right now. We'll talk face-to-face in forty minutes."
Leo glanced at the sack beneath his feet. Two metal hooks tore it open, and the still-unconscious Mike rolled out.
After untying the ropes binding him, Leo carried him to the edge of a small nearby tribe.
Several scantily dressed Black men emerged from a few shabby tents.
Leo slapped Mike awake. Without bothering to deal with him, he spread his wings right before the Black men's eyes and left.
Fortunately, the Black men thought Leo was a god, while Mike, who had risen painfully while clutching his head, was the god's messenger.
They carried Mike back to the tribe and began worshiping him properly.
At the very least, he could eat his fill at two meals every day.
Voss stared at his phone in utter confusion.
Africa? Is he messing with me? Whatever. What harm is there in waiting forty minutes?
Voss Brandon returned to his desk and turned on his computer.
"How does he know about our bidding project with Dolly Group? Could there be someone working for him inside our group?"
He glanced at the brightly lit, bustling