Rain fell outside.
Sean sat in his seat, gazing through the porthole window. Beyond it lay a pitch-black night sky, rain drifting through the clouds, with the flashing lights of navigation beacons occasionally visible, like lighthouses faintly appearing on a storm-tossed sea.
His thoughts drifted like clouds, spreading endlessly outward. Sean was aboard a private jet bound for Tokyo. After a pleasant, peaceful week, a certain troublesome someone had found a whole pile of problems for him to deal with.
Yes, Sean was talking about Young Master Osborn, who had been leisurely enjoying the life of a wealthy heir. If his life were some melodramatic prime-time soap opera, then Harry Osborn would undoubtedly be the female lead.
Because whenever the other man got himself into trouble, Sean would be on his way to rescue him or bail him out. It had been the case with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Asgardians in New Mexico, and it was the case with this trip to Tokyo.
"Tell me, why do these people have no sense at all? Why do they keep picking fights with S.H.I.E.L.D. or Tony Stark whenever they have nothing better to do... Do they think I'm easy to push around?"
Skynet, the target of his question, remained silent. As one of the most powerful artificial intelligences on the planet, it could probably tell that Sean's emotions were temporarily unstable.
As a rising star in the biomedical industry, Osborn Industries had swiftly gained a monopoly over the upstream supply chain through its genetic drugs and limb-regeneration technology, maintaining close cooperation with Japan's leading company, Yashida Pharmaceuticals.
Two days earlier, Harry had flown to Tokyo by private jet to attend a newly held pharmaceutical exhibition. As a partner of Yashida Pharmaceuticals, he had received an enthusiastic welcome the moment he stepped off the