To deal with the severe challenges ahead, H.A.M.M.E.R. had also recruited several skilled fighters. After Kingpin was imprisoned, Bullseye had fully climbed aboard Norman Osborn's bandwagon. Experienced in combat and cool-headed, Bullseye was now one of Norman Osborn's top generals.
Born in 1946, Daiken had also been recruited by Norman Osborn. Wolverine's son was already seventy this year, but the healing factor he inherited from Wolverine had greatly slowed his aging, making him look like a young man.
However, Daiken's face was filled with murderous menace. He stayed alone in a dark corner without exchanging pleasantries with anyone.
Venom Eddie Brock should have been there as well, but both he and the Venom inside him were wary of Daisy's presence, so they had not attended today.
"Congratulations, Mr. Osborn. Taking this step was indeed a wise decision." Daisy lightly shook hands with Norman Osborn. They appeared to be shaking hands, but neither actually touched the other.
Norman Osborn wore a troubled expression. A few senior agents he thought highly of had just complained to him, going on and on about benefits, benefits, benefits! He had really wanted to ask them, who had you all worked for before? H.A.M.M.E.R. had only been established for one day, and you were already asking for money. Was that appropriate?
Still, he did not see it as much of a problem. The United States was a society that talked about money. There was no one with peerless loyalty who only gave without asking for anything in return—at least, he had never seen one. Talking about money was normal; not talking about money would be strange.
As a successful businessman, he also liked talking about money. A problem that could be solved with money was not a problem. He was a businessman; he could talk for