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At worst, we'll all perish together.
I'm a seventy-year-old man, and I'm lucky to die on the same day, month, and year as you, twenty-year-old Ryan.
Bet!
"But if this really is that brat, what is he planning to do?"
As Janandra Morgan was deep in thought, he heard a rapid "beep beep" sound. Before he could react, a red light flashed before his eyes.
"Damn it, how dare he? I'm a member of the Morgan family!"
That was the only thought that remained in Gyanendra Morgan's mind before he completely lost consciousness.
The other two weren't stupid either; they figured out who the murderer was before they died.
Scotty Ruth: "That young master really is the one who blew up the Roxson factory, and now he's even blown up Morgan Stanley? How brave!"
Keith Boone: "How did he manage to put a bomb in the Morgan Stanley building in such a short time? Were the security measures at the Morgan Stanley building completely ineffective in his eyes?"
At the same time, the two regretted it, thinking that Gyanendra Morgan, as a member of the Morgan family, could handle the matter and make everyone happy to share the money. Unexpectedly, even Gyanendra Morgan was given a private seat.
……
Hawke watched the fireworks over the Morgan Stanley building and smiled gently:
“Morgan… Heh, you’ve messed with me. Don’t even mention a mere member of a small branch of the Morgan family. Even if you were the head of the Morgan family, I would dare to make him ‘shot eight times in the back and commit suicide.’”
For ordinary people, the Morgan family is undoubtedly a colossal behemoth that can blot out the sky. Even for the vast majority of superpowered individuals, the Morgan family is an absolutely untouchable force. They have a company that develops firecrackers and F-16s. It's only because they haven't been pushed to the brink that they've resorted to deadly force. Otherwise... if they were to cause a gas pipeline explosion and take several blocks of people down with them, would you be able to escape?
Most superhumans aren't as powerful as people imagine. Otherwise, mutants wouldn't be hunted down by various U.S. government agencies for dissection and experiments, and they wouldn't be forced to hide and announce that their genetic abilities have declined.
Firecrackers and nuclear bombs, or perhaps the ultimate truth of this world.
Hawke's current abilities are outside the rules, so firecrackers and nuclear bombs are not very effective against him!
"Wow, Nalan, look! Someone else has ascended to heaven!"
Hawke exclaimed in feigned surprise.
And that blue...
The person was stunned, completely absorbed in their own world.
"I'm dead, I'm dead..."
"Hey, Na Lan!"
Hawke waved his hand in front of Na Lan's face, but Na Lan's eyes were glazed over and she didn't react at all. He quickly reached out and shook her shoulder.
"Are you alright? Seriously? It was just such a small thing, is it really that big of a deal?"
Na Lan gradually came to her senses. There was no way to avoid accepting reality; it had already happened, and there was no going back. Hearing Hawke's words, she angrily gripped Hawke's neck tightly.
"Hawk, what grudge do I have against you? Why did you do this to me? You blew up the Morgan Stanley building, I'm dead! My whole family is dead! The rats in my rice jar will be boiled down to make lamp oil, the yolks of the eggs will be shaken to pieces, the earthworms in the vegetable garden will be dug up and split vertically, and the neighbor's dog will get slapped twice before it leaves! I've always obeyed you, I'll put out fires when you tell me to, and you make me play a game of Candy Crush?"
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"What are you doing? Ouch, let go! I can hardly breathe."
"I won't let go! Tell me, why are you doing this to me?"
"It's no big deal. Look how agitated you are. Is it really necessary? Your whole family is in China. How could you possibly be defeated by Morgan's Nine Clans in a game of Candy Crush?"
Hawke said, "Don't worry, I have a lawyer friend named Zhang San. He said that in this situation, you had no foresight, so you were not at fault and did not commit a crime. You are not criminally liable. I am the indirect perpetrator!"
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"Bullshit!" Na Lan roared. "Take that to the Morgan family, do you think they'll believe your nonsense? Do they need to see any evidence? In this matter, I'm your accomplice, and the Morgan family will definitely make an example of me!"
“You’ve already said it, you’re just an accomplice,” Hawke said. “Even if the Morgan family is going to hate someone, they’ll hate me, hate the Lane family. How much attention can you attract?”
Na Lan calmed down and realized that Hawke was right. The Morgan family couldn't make her their primary target for revenge. Even if it could be proven that she pressed the remote control and blew up the Morgan Stanley building, from the perspective of motive, she had no grudge against the Morgan family and no power under her command could arrange such a thing. It just didn't make sense.
She's too small to shoulder this burden; only the Ryan family can bear it all.
"Relax, relax, the Morgan family has no idea that the two of us did this, and they can't find any evidence."
Hawke continued, "Besides, the Morgan Group is powerful and must have many enemies. How could they possibly suspect the two of us? Believe me or not, tomorrow morning, an organization will immediately step forward and claim responsibility for this incident."
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Na Lan suddenly wanted to laugh, because it was true that when an incident occurred in the United States, many organizations would immediately and brazenly step forward to claim that they were the ones who did it, as if it were some kind of honor, vying to take the blame.
"You can't lie to me and do something like that!"
Na Lan released her grip on Hawke's neck, but still glared fiercely at him:
"You scared me to death, you know that?"
"I was just joking, I didn't know you were such a coward."
Hawke argued.
"You call that cowardice?" Na Lan was amused and said, "Young Master Hawke, among all the women you know, go and see if anyone with a sound mind dares to press the button I just pressed without batting an eye?"
"Hmm..."
Hawke thought for a moment, and realized that there really weren't many people. He changed the subject:
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. If you really don't want people to know that you blew up the Morgan Stanley building, then let's get out of here."
Lan and Hawke made quite a commotion just now, but fortunately, everyone's attention was drawn to the shattered Morgan Stanley building, so the two didn't attract much attention.
The blue-clad man's expression changed slightly. He immediately looked around guiltily, then pulled Hawke and walked out.
Staying here any longer is too risky. Just thinking about what just happened makes Lan want to cut off her right index finger. Even if she has to miss out on some happiness in the future, at least... she won't be in mortal danger.
Once inside Hawke's car, Lan Fang couldn't wait to ask:
"What on earth happened? Why did you go so far this time? If you're not careful, you could drag the entire Ryan Group down with you!"
Lan won't be able to sleep tonight unless she gets to the bottom of this. She's afraid that her building or neighborhood will explode and she'll never wake up again.
"Don't worry, it's really nothing serious. Trust me, you'll be fine."
Hawke reassured Na Lan once again, saying, "As for this time, it really isn't my fault. Morgan Stanley provoked me first. It's about Lane Capital, you know. Lane Capital makes money incredibly fast. This time, they made over $70 billion in profit from a massive short position in Stark Industries. Meanwhile, Morgan Stanley seems to have suffered a $50 billion loss due to going long on Stark Industries and shorting other military companies, causing their hedge fund to go bankrupt. So they came to me, threatening me and extorting $70 billion from me. Do you think I can tolerate them?"
"You made over 70 billion US dollars?" Na Lan gasped for breath in her BMW ice cream and asked, "How did you do that?"
With so much money, Na Lan suddenly felt... that blowing up the Morgan Stanley building wasn't such a big deal after all.
Because $70 billion is a lot of money!
In US dollar terms, out of a world population of over six billion, there are only about two thousand billionaires. A billionaire with a net worth of $70 billion is among the best of the best.
Morgan Stanley actually dared to try to extort $70 billion in cash from Hawke. Hawke would be doing his ancestors a disservice if he didn't send them to their deaths!
“Ahem.” Hawke cleared his throat and said, “This is the reason Morgan Stanley is threatening me, because of some irregularities.”
"Could it be..." Na Lan's imagination ran wild: "You ordered the attack on Tony Stark?"
Although Na Lan knew that Hawke and Tony were like-minded people and best friends for life, when it came to $70 billion, even the best of friends could turn against each other.
"Ahem!" Hawke coughed a few times. "How could you think that? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would disregard everything for money? Tony and I are best friends and family, brothers! I just realized in advance that someone might be plotting against him, so I shorted Stark Industries beforehand..."
"So you discovered someone was trying to harm him, but didn't warn him because they wanted to make money?"
Na Lan tilted her head and asked.
“Hey Lan, can you please not think so badly of me?” Hawke said dejectedly. “I’ve reminded him, but he doesn’t care. This arms sale in Afghanistan is related to Stark Industries’ arms deals worth billions of dollars. Tony can’t possibly not go… What can I do? Go with him to Afghanistan?”
Na Lan thought about it and felt that it made sense. This kind of thing couldn't be blamed on Hawke at all. After all, he wasn't the one who did it. What's wrong with making some extra money? Of course, from a realistic point of view, there's nothing wrong with Hawke's way of making money, but from a moral point of view, he's making money against his conscience. You're making money off your good brother who risked his life?
“If you didn’t attack Tony Stark, then Morgan Stanley can’t threaten you!” Na Lan asked curiously, “Morgan Stanley can influence SEC, but the Ryan family also has influence. It’s impossible for you to be threatened by Morgan Stanley because of that, right?”
“It’s not just that,” Hawke muttered. “There were also the previous times when Lane Capital made a fortune, fleecing over 20 billion from Roxon, because I blew up Roxon 4.8 Group’s factory and shorted Roxon Group in advance.”
Na Lan: "..."
She was numb.
My scalp tingled.
Hawke is really reckless!
Not only did they bomb Morgan Stanley's office building, they also bombed Rockxen's factory. Is this how you court death?
Honestly, if Lan had known Hawke was such a crazy person before she met him, she would never have dared to speak to him.
A person who is willing to bomb the core industries of a large conglomerate at the drop of a hat—even if he is the son of the White House occupant—do you think he could end up well following in his footsteps?
Na Lan rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on: "Young Master Hawke, is this how you big conglomerates have always operated?"
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"That's just how American tycoons and Wall Street operate!"
Hawke shrugged and continued:
"The most skillful methods are the simplest and most unpretentious. The more elaborate the plan, the more likely it is to be unpredictable. You think I would play political suppression or financial tricks with you? You're wrong. I would just run you over with a dump truck, and at most, shoot you a couple more times."
"And that's the mild part. Why do you think America loves war so much? For over two hundred years since its founding, it has been at war for ninety percent of the time. Why? One important reason is that once the global economy falters, Wall Street financiers panic because no one is willing to buy their stocks. So what do they do? That's where Wall Street's shady tactics come in. Under their planning, the American military and government start waging wars, throwing the world into chaos. With global turmoil, capital naturally flows into America to avoid risk, because America is the world's strongest nation and also the safest place in the world. Isolated in North America, other countries are too far away to attack. As a global hegemon with powerful military strength, no one dares to provoke it..."
"Why do some people say that the three driving forces behind America's control of the world are oil, aircraft carriers, and Wall Street? It's because Wall Street is America's best tool for harvesting global capital!"
At this moment, Na Lan truly understood the essence of the truth in this world: whoever has the bigger fist, their words are the truth, nakedly and without any disguise.
She couldn't help but feel a chill, and her body trembled. You American tycoons are so scary!
Na Lan: "But Young Master Hawke, aren't you afraid that Roxson and Morgan will collude to make things difficult for you? So many financial magnates are targeting one Ryan..."
Hawke: "Are you scared just because they outnumber you? When you're out doing business, the most important thing is to ask yourself if you're in the right. If you are, you can stand firm. If they insist on forcing their way in, then we'll have no choice but to fight them. You're such a coward... cough cough, anyway, I didn't start this. This time, Morgan Stanley tried to blackmail me first. Last time, they bombed Roxson because they wanted to acquire my AIM. How could I back down? I'll give them a little American shock first."
As he spoke, Hawke had already taken Nalan home.
I had just sat down on the sofa when my phone vibrated.
"wait a minute!"
Hawke answered the phone, said something, and then took out his laptop.
"What are you doing?"
Na Lan watched Hawke's actions and asked curiously.