Night fell, and New York's lights gradually came on, like a beauty painting her brows and flaunting her charms, waiting for some man to favor her. In this city, Justin Hammer was undoubtedly one of the men capable of treating New York like a woman to fuck.
He was in a good mood today because he had mobilized those white liberal animal rights activists to cause AllSpark Company a great deal of trouble. If things continued, with just a little more pressure, AllSpark Company would face massive fines and might even be directly banned from producing those Pokemon.
Losing such a huge source of income was generally enough to plunge a company into a financial crisis. After all, they all operated on borrowed money, and even the slightest risk could lead to bankruptcy.
"Before AllSpark Company collapses, I'll throw money in front of that woman who dared slap me and make her kneel and beg for my favor."
Justin Hammer smugly fantasized about his wonderful future, but the gates of his mansion were suddenly blown open. A group of black-clad men armed to the teeth stormed in, and Justin Hammer was pinned to the ground by them.
"Who are you people? Do you know who I am?" Justin Hammer shouted.
As an arms dealer, although he could not compare to Osborn, he was not someone ordinary police officers could push around. Even now, Justin Hammer still assumed these people were some kind of SWAT unit.
"Justin Hammer, I'm Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. You are suspected of crimes against humanity. I have been ordered to arrest you," said the black-clad man in the lead, whose hairline was remarkably high.
"Me? Crimes against humanity? I run a legitimate arms business. The United States government is the real enemy of humanity—I sell to