"Mr. Clark Kent, are you really planning to mortgage your farm?"
Citibank manager Hamlin asked.
He had heard anecdotes about Clark Kent at a party. This wealthy illegitimate child from Bolivia had been tricked by a farmer.
He had spent a fortune buying large tracts of land in La Hitas Town. Now, it seemed he was finally running short on funds.
"Yes, these are Mr. Kent's investments in the farm. We now have hundreds of acres of high-quality pasture!"
Cade Eagle said, producing a stack of lists.
"Mr. Kent also spent over a million dollars on digging a reservoir with a storage capacity of over two million cubic meters, solving the farm's water supply problem. The high-quality vegetables and rice we produce will be directly supplied to Austin's high-end restaurants."
The lists included a dozen contracts between the farm and various restaurants.
Hamlin hesitantly picked up the contracts and checked them, finding that they were all genuine. Satellite maps also clearly showed that there was indeed a small reservoir on the farm.
This reservoir alone caused the farm's value to skyrocket. In water-scarce Texas, an abundant water source could increase the farm's agricultural output and even sell water.
In recent years, Texas had been in a drought, with 64% of the state experiencing drought conditions, reaching a staggering 98% in 2011. The average water storage in the state's reservoirs was only 65%.
That area shouldn't have any shallow groundwater, which made him a lucky guy.
"Although it still needs to be inspected on-site, if all of this is true, Citibank can provide a loan of ten million dollars."
Hamlin's expression was enthusiastic as he saw the two off, no longer showing the previous reserve and coldness.
Leaving the office, Broly loosened his shirt collar in some annoyance. He really didn't like clothes that felt so restrictive.
"Success!"
Cade clenched his fist excitedly. He had prepared all of this information, and he had negotiated the supply contracts with those high-end restaurants one by one. Now, the bank's valuation of the farm far exceeded Broly's acquisition price at the time.
After Broly discovered that the farm's lack of cash flow was very troublesome, he decided to sell the farm's crops externally.
"Ten times leverage to short the Osborn Group? You're crazy!"
Forman, a department manager at a securities firm, looked at Cade with a look of disbelief.
Since Tony Stark's press conference, the stock prices of military-related industries had been rising. The Osborn Group was also involved in the research and development and production of some military equipment. Because it had signed a cooperation agreement with Stark Industries, it was the best-performing stock among all military stocks, second only to Stark Industries.
Almost everyone was optimistic about the Osborn Group's stock price rising; only a madman would choose to do this.
"This is my choice. Even if I lose, it's my own money. You only need to be responsible for the operation, borrowing and selling."
Cade was very calm; he knew that this time he was almost guaranteed success. As long as the plan succeeded, his inventor's dream would come true.
Juarez, Mexico, an ordinary warehouse. A dozen menacing burly men were organizing goods. Their goods were extraordinary. The lids of wooden boxes were pried open, revealing neatly stacked rifles, magazines, and grenades. Ammunition boxes containing 420 rounds were neatly stacked in the corners, with anti-shock boxes containing Gustav Recoilless Rifles next to them.
They were checking whether the number of weapons matched the list. The weapons stored here were enough to fight a small war. The Mata Group's smuggled weapons from the United States were transshipped here and then transported to various places.
"Falcon is about to collapse. After this, Boss Mata can control all of Mexico."
A henchman said with a smug look as he counted the number of grenades.
After the Reyes Group was destroyed, the Mata Group became the undisputed overlord of the Mexican underworld. A steady stream of drugs flowed into the United States, and what was transported back were boxes of money.
Balo Mata began to appear in public, investing hundreds of millions of dollars in his hometown of Guadalajara, building schools and hospitals, and buying a soccer team. In the media's eyes, he became a hero who rose from the grassroots of Guadalajara.
"Don't forget where these weapons came from. Kingpin is still the king of the underworld. You better keep your mouths shut and don't cause trouble for the boss."
Just over a month ago, Kingpin personally came to Mexico to meet with Balo Mata. No one knew what they talked about, but the furious Mata immediately killed five middle-level cadres after the meeting and purged their families, including the infants.
These cadres had been clamoring for the Mata Group to break away from Kingpin and become independent.
Even after ruling the entire Mexican underworld, Balo Mata was still far from being comparable to Kingpin.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion. The roof of the warehouse was suddenly penetrated by an unknown object, and smoke filled the air. The dazzling sunlight from outside shone in.
"What's going on?"
"Motherfucker! Did some idiot accidentally pull the pin on a grenade?"
A terrifying aura directly stunned everyone.
Broly snapped his fingers, and all the weapons in the warehouse floated in mid-air. He took a rifle from one of the pried-open wooden boxes, and bullets flew out of the ammunition boxes, automatically loading into the magazines.
His control over Ki was becoming increasingly proficient, and he was gradually gaining these abilities, like telekinesis.
(In the Dragon Ball manga, Goku used similar telekinetic abilities when fighting against Piccolo in the Tenkaichi Budokai, as well as against Frieza on Namek.)
Raising the rifle, Broly shot each person in the head, then flew out of the warehouse with all the weapons. After flying several hundred meters, he raised a Gustav Recoilless Rifle, loaded a shell, and aimed at the warehouse.
"Boom!"
The entire warehouse turned into a pile of rubble under the impact of the high-explosive shell.
Broly was preparing weapons for the next action. Even Alejandro couldn't get his hands on weapons for over forty people quietly. However, he had many former employees of the Mata Group, and it wasn't difficult to report the locations of several Mata Group armories.
This time's haul was enough to arm over two hundred people, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.
He sat cross-legged on the Flying Nimbus, carrying all the weapons, and flew towards the farm at a low altitude. Now everything was ready, just waiting for the east wind. Alejandro's plan could be launched immediately.
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