"Although I'd really like you to deliver it now, I know you definitely can't—don't misunderstand, I'm not looking down on you. Everyone's tried finding buyers first."
Harry opened the Terminal and casually transferred two billion dollars, then winked at Cross. "If possible, could you give me a batch of these particles first?"
The particles Cross was making were still somewhat inferior to genuine Pym Particles. They couldn't safely shrink organic matter and would instead turn anyone affected into a pile of flesh.
But from another perspective, this stuff would be incredibly useful for transportation—
These particles, which shattered the strong and weak nuclear forces, were practically mystical. The changes in an object's weight and density after being shrunk were a complete mystery.
However, Harry remembered that Pym had shrunk a tank and hung it from a keychain. These particles could definitely reduce an object's mass while shrinking its size, which would be immensely useful for interstellar logistics.
Star Base stood thirty kilometers tall at its highest point and had a maximum radius of fifty-five kilometers. It was designed to hold up to three hundred thousand people, comparable to a small city.
Star Base was expected to consume hundreds of millions of tons of materials. Transportation was a major problem, but with the help of these Shrinking Particles, construction could be accelerated by dozens of times at the very least.
Upon hearing Harry's request, Cross found himself in a difficult position. He wasn't worried that Osborn Group would reverse-engineer the technology. His main concern was Harry discovering that the particles still couldn't shrink organic matter, affecting the deal.
Still, Harry was a major client, and Cross had planned to sell the suit and particles separately anyway.
"...Of course, but these particles can't function properly once they leave the suit, Mr. Osborn..."