Equipment with a Built-In Self-Destruct Device

"Yes, Mr. Osborn, is there anything I can do for you? Or have you decided to move the machines back onto the production line and resume production?" The India boss said, expressing what he most hoped would come true.

Norman Osborn ignored the India man's delusions and instead asked the person beside him, "I remember, the maker of this machine was Henry Brown?"

The assistant, who was being questioned, immediately called over a young man standing by the wall in the distance; he was none other than Suja Patel.

The assistant repeated his boss's question, and Suja Patel nodded, saying, "Yes, Mr. Osborn. The maker of this machine is Henry Brown, the former CEO of Stark Studios in Hollywood United States."

Having confirmed it was the person he was looking for, Norman Osborn immediately ordered, "Set up cameras and broadcast simultaneously. We'll watch the dismantling process from elsewhere. Right there..."

Norman Osborn looked out the window, pointed to a gleaming office building in the pharmaceutical park, and said, "There must be meeting rooms or something in that building."

Despite some disappointment, the India boss quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Osborn. I've prepared a welcome reception over there; the venue is comfortable, the food is delicious, it's definitely a great place."

Do you have broadcasting equipment here?

Yes, yes.

"Then go prepare." With that, Norman Osborn led his men out of the laboratory without looking back.

Some people from other pharmaceutical companies followed Oscorp's lead without even asking any questions. Others, not understanding, just stood there aimlessly.

In their minds, no matter what patented technology was in that machine, as long as the people they brought understood it, they could recreate something roughly the same.

What's going on here, this situation is practically a flight?

Some of the assistants who realized what was happening whispered a few words to their bosses, mostly about "Henry Brown," "Sony," and "Sony America President Mitch Schulhoff being ousted," as well as the key phrase "bombing."

Now no one insisted on staying in the lab to witness the whole process.

The strangeness of that bombing was obvious to anyone with eyes to see. Yet, a group of people brought about their own demise, while Henry Brown escaped unscathed, Sony even paid a huge sum in compensation, and Tony Stark won a complete victory.

Even those who aren't involved in military industry and don't care about that playboy know about this case. Who would dare insist that the machine in front of them is completely clean?

Run first, that's the best policy.

The welcome reception prepared by the India pharmaceutical company was unimaginably luxurious even in the eyes of the people of Hindustan. But to the bigwigs present, it was so crude that they didn't even want to take a bite.

The broadcasting equipment for the laboratory was a very last-minute requirement, and this medium-sized pharmaceutical company had no prior need for it, so it took them quite some time to prepare.

Once everything was ready, several India -made television sets were prepared for the welcome reception. Actually, they were foreign brands; the key components were all manufactured abroad, only assembled in India, which is why they were considered "domestic products."

Sadly, the picture quality of these domestically produced TVs wasn't great either. At least when other pharmaceutical company executives came, they weren't there to judge the TVs' quality, but rather to observe the disassembly process in the lab, so no one criticized them.

At the staff's notification, the laboratory in another building finally began to move. A group of brown-skinned India high-achieving students picked up screwdrivers, Tiger, and other tools, preparing to disassemble the United States- made "Filter."

After tearing open the seal on the box, several people deftly turned the screws and removed them one by one from the screws securing the outer box.

Soon after, the four outer walls of the "Filter" were removed, revealing the fine and complex internal pipes and parts.

Unfortunately, India's broadcasting equipment consisted of an early Sony V8 camera, resulting in a picture so rough that details were barely visible. Several technicians who had accompanied their boss practically wanted to crawl into the television screen to get a clear view.

Just as they suggested moving to the laboratory to study the disassembled machine directly, an unexpected change occurred!

During the broadcast, sparks flashed in several places inside the machine. At first, those who noticed it thought it was their imagination or that the broadcast equipment had poor picture quality.

Before they could think any further, the entire machine burst into flames. Even though the camera and television had poor color reproduction, everyone could see the strange color of the flame.

Most people don't understand what's going on, after all, they are just pharmaceutical company owners or researchers.

However, Norman Osborn, with his extensive experience in various industries, immediately recognized the brightness of the flame as likely indicative of the combustion of white phosphorus or thermite.

Or perhaps... both?

Since the dismantled machine did not explode or catch fire, and the ignition range was not large, the nearby workers had a chance to retreat.

If someone unfortunately gets caught in the flames, the smart thing to do is to take off their clothes; that will minimize the damage. But if someone tries to pat the fire out, the flames will only spread, and they'll get the fire on their skin.

Once the fire touched their skin, they were burned so badly they collapsed to the ground, writhing and screaming in agony. Even the frantic spraying of fire extinguishers by bystanders was of no use.

As for the burning machine, it crumbled and collapsed in the flames like mud. Even those watching on the television screen, without getting a close look, could roughly guess what would become of the machine.

Compared to the panic and fear among India pharmaceutical company personnel, those from other pharmaceutical companies appeared much calmer. Many technical staff expressed regret that the new technologies that should have been revealed were reduced to scrap metal right before their eyes.

The business owners, on the other hand, were pondering how this event would change the market and how they should respond.

Some are already planning to buy press releases when they get back, claiming that the India drug that can treat dementia is a scam. After all, without that "Filter," they can't make a new drug anyway.

Let the market return to normal as soon as possible, and stop those wealthy old men from clinging to the illusion of a cure, so they can continue to make money. The profit margin between long-term use of medication for chronic diseases and a one-time treatment is worlds apart.

Of course, some people have set their sights on Henry Brown himself. It seems they need to increase the pressure they put on him; only by having leverage over him can they proceed with the negotiations.

Even the most shrewd Norman Osborn wore a stern face. He led his men back to the laboratory, and many others followed.

When Norman Osborn returned to the laboratory where the "Filter" was originally scheduled to be dismantled, the fire had been extinguished and the injured had been taken to the infirmary.

He came not to comfort the injured, but to see the purpose of his trip.

Just as he had predicted, the "Filter" had been melted by the thermite. All the jumbled metal had melted together, turning into a huge lump of scrap iron. The once intricate pipes and complex wiring were now completely unrecognizable.

Moreover, a significant portion of it was melted into molten iron and flowed outwards across the floor. Now, even the most brilliant genius wouldn't be able to discern the machine's original form, let alone repair it. It was utterly destroyed.

This outcome infuriated Norman Osborn. His already sinister face hardened further, and he angrily exclaimed, "What a waste of my time!"

After saying that, he turned and left, regardless of whether the owner of the India pharmaceutical company had a long face, looking as if he had lost his parents, staring at the scrap metal in front of him.

Beside him, Norman Osborn's assistant was already instructing the group's finance staff to sell off their shares in the India pharmaceutical company. They needed to find someone to take over before word got out about what was happening here.

Don't say it's unfair. It's all business.