"How's life in Bolivia been lately?" Broly asked.
"The air is good there, and Isabella is well-behaved," Alejandro replied, lighting a cigarette. "A year ago, I never imagined I'd be living like this. Thank you, Broly."
If it weren't for Broly helping him eliminate the Reyes Group and kill Filippoto, he would likely still be consumed by hatred and self-blame, never able to start a new life.
"That's good."
Besides Kakarot, Alejandro was the person he trusted the most.
"Are you planning to move against the Osborn Group?"
Broly didn't hide his intentions from Alejandro.
"Hmm."
Alejandro shook his head.
"Your plan is too crude. Although, with your strength, the chances of success are high, but if we make some trouble for the Osborn Group and divert their attention, the plan will be much simpler. You have a good card, Professor Connors is in your hands, and only you know he is the Lizardman."
"He is also the person in charge of that project. If he comes forward and accuses the Osborn Group, most people will choose to believe him."
New York City Veterans Hospital. The Osborn Group owned the majority of the hospital's shares, so almost all of the hospital's management were their people.
Almost all the patients admitted to the hospital were veterans who had lost limbs during the war. They had lost everything in the war, and most suffered from post-war psychological syndromes. Post-traumatic stress disorder often caused nightmares, personality changes, and extreme irritability.
In this state, they often had cold relationships with their families and, due to their physical disabilities, were unable to care for themselves, so they had to live in the Veterans Hospital.
These veterans were usually wealthy. The insurance and social security they paid during their service allowed them to afford the expensive hospitalization fees and stay in the hospital for a long time.
Dr. Lada stood in front of the window of the director's office, coldly looking down at the veterans disabled by their injuries. They were familiarizing themselves with mechanical prosthetics with the help of nurses. They walked unsteadily, occasionally clumsily falling to the ground.
These people were ugly and useless, merely eking out an existence, yet they occupied a large amount of resources. Using them as experimental subjects to contribute to the advancement of science was perhaps their best fate.
He turned and placed a briefcase on the director's desk.
"This is the serum for this experiment. Select a few of the weakest soldiers and take them to the underground laboratory for the injections."
The Osborn Group was so eager to conduct human experiments because their chairman, Norman Osborn, was on the verge of collapse. A genetic disease in his family was tormenting him, and his body was on the verge of breaking down.
Even if they suspected that Dr. Connors had directly turned into a Lizardman after injecting the Lizard Serum, they were still pushing forward with the human experimentation of it.
A drowning man wouldn't let go of the last straw.
"Use the highest level of protection lab, and strengthen the restraints on all experimental subjects. If the experiment fails, they will turn directly into Lizardmen."
Dr. Lada said meaningfully.
"What about the Brooklyn Bridge incident?!"
The director asked in surprise.
"Yes, that was my beloved Professor Connors, so arrange armed forces during the use and be ready to anesthetize and dispose of any failed experimental subjects at any time."
Dr. Lada said with a smile.
The two of them did not know that someone was watching them from a distance.
Alejandro used a long-focus SLR camera to take several photos, focusing on Dr. Lada and the briefcase, and sent them to Professor Connors.
"Can you confirm that this is the Lizard Serum?"
Professor Connors's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.
"This is the Lizard Serum. Freddy still won't let those soldiers go!"
Alejandro's expression was indifferent; he had seen too many similar things.
"Then we can proceed with the next step of the plan soon."
Stark Industries Press Conference. After disappearing from the public eye for a long time after being kidnapped by the Ten Rings, Tony Stark finally reappeared before the media. This mysterious billionaire had stayed away from the media after escaping from Afghanistan; the reporters only knew that he had been staying in his Malibu mansion.
He sat on the floor in front of the podium.
"Hey, everyone, sit down, okay? This way you can all see me, and I can be more casual."
Tony said, taking a hamburger out of his pocket and eating it.
"My time in Afghanistan was the most dangerous and magical period of my life, and even now, I still doubt whether everything I saw last month was real or not."
"But satellite images told me a cruel fact: that huge pit is still there, and there is a group of superhumans, who are above us. They have been hidden from our sight for thousands of years. Humans are defenseless when facing them, and we have no ability to restrain them."
A commotion broke out at the press conference. The reporters took the superhumans mentioned by Tony Stark to be mutants.
"No... not mutants."
After the screen flickered, it began to play a video of Broly wreaking havoc in Mexico City. In the video, the Mexican army was in full retreat, and Broly laughed as he dismantled infantry fighting vehicles.
Then came the combat footage of Wang Xuanzhe and the U.S. military's armored units, mostly from the perspective of tanks and soldiers. In the video, the U.S. military was completely defenseless; their weapons could not pose any threat to Wang Xuanzhe, who was slaughtered like lambs.
The second video caused a stir at the press conference. The reporters had never seen this video before. The Department of Defense only reported the casualties and did not provide footage of the soldiers' deaths.
The shock this brought to them far exceeded that of the first video. Now, they were sure that the most powerful army on Earth was so vulnerable.
"We are completely helpless when facing these monsters. They may have many individuals, with different attitudes towards ordinary people, and they maintain a fragile balance between each other. But the fate of humanity needs to be in our own hands, not bestowed by others."
Being easily defeated by Fire Cloud Evil God had brought a serious setback to the arrogant Tony Stark, but he was never the type to be easily defeated, which instead ignited his fighting spirit.
"From now on, Stark Industries will increase investment in military technology and research more powerful weapons to enable our soldiers to have the ability to fight against these monsters."
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