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"Hey?"
"Haha, old man, what's the configuration of your computer? It's so easy to break through! I only took about ten minutes to get it working. It's like comparing heaven and earth to Tony Stark's personal computer."
A mechanical voice, modified with a voice changer, came from the other end of the phone.
Hearing the man compare himself to Tony and say that he was far inferior to Tony, Obadiah felt an uncontrollable surge of anger.
Well, the best way to break Obama's defenses is to tell him that he's not as good as Tony.
However, Obama was also a smart man. He quickly detached himself from his anger and realized the true nature of the other party's words: his computer had been compromised.
Damn!
Obama hadn't forgotten that he had contacted the Ten Commandments via email from his own computer.
"What do you want to do?" Obadiah said coldly, "Hack into the private computer of the vice president of Stark Industries. Believe it or not, this one charge alone could land you in jail for 100 years."
“I believe you, of course I believe you, but what if I read this to the judge when I’m in court? Cough cough… I’ve already sent you Tony Stark’s action plan. You must kill Tony Stark within two days. I will pay you the remaining $1000 million when I see his body.”
"shit!"
Obama's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
He actually found out! He really found out! What should we do?
If the news of his plot to murder Tony Stark becomes public knowledge, he will not only lose control of Stark Industries, but will likely spend the rest of his life in prison.
It would be ridiculous for a billionaire worth billions of dollars to spend the rest of his life in prison.
"Young man, what do you want?"
Obama said calmly.
Actually, I was already panicking a lot inside.
“Mr. Obama, you don’t want to go to jail, do you?” Hawke said with a smile. “If you don’t, then prepare $10 billion in bearer bonds for me. Place them on the roof of the Hammer Corporation building in half a day, and I can keep this from being exposed.”
"Young man, do you know what a billion dollars means?" Obama said with a grim expression. "You think you can extort that much money from me with just a casual remark?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just tell me if you're going to give it to me or not! If you're not going to, fine, Grandpa doesn't want your dirty money!"
Hearing such impolite words from the other party, Obama almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Even the occupant of the White House wouldn't dare to speak to him like that.
only……
With their weakness in the other party's hands, there was nothing I could do but endure it.
“How could I possibly raise $10 billion in bearer bonds for you in such a short time?” Obadiah said through gritted teeth.
"What does that have to do with me? I'm only giving you half a day. If you don't take it, then we'll see each other in jail."
After saying that, Hawke hung up the phone immediately.
Obama, holding his phone, gritted his teeth. He swore that if the person who called him were standing right in front of him, he'd buy a firecracker from within Stark Industries and give him a good thrashing...
$10 billion! That's a whopping $100 billion! His total net worth is only a little over $10 billion, and he's been extorted for almost a tenth of it. Doesn't it hurt? Of course it does!
A lump in my throat.
Obama paced back and forth in his office, picked up his coffee cup, took a sip of hot coffee, and suddenly, smashed the cup on the floor with a loud crash. Broken glass and steaming coffee littered the floor, and his face turned sinister and menacing.
"You little brat, you've tried to extort me. Fine, I'll make sure you earn the money, but you won't live!"
After his anger subsided, Obama had no choice but to do as Hawke instructed and start raising money. His liquid funds had previously been put into a stock account shorting Stark Industries. Now he was looking for loans from various funds and banks to borrow money and then convert it into bearer bonds.
After leaving Citibank and getting into the stretch Lincoln, Obama said to his secretary beside him:
"Are you all ready?"
"Rest assured, everything is arranged."
The secretary replied respectfully.
"hehe!"
Obama puffed on his cigar, a cold smile playing on his lips.
I'm going to see today how you managed to take these $10 billion.4.8 billion bearer bonds right under my nose.
As the world's most powerful military industrial group, Stark Industries has its own massive security force. As the vice president of Stark Industries, Obama's power within the company is second only to Tony Stark. Naturally, he has his own trusted action team, composed entirely of elite retired Navy SEALs.
How could a hacker who roams the virtual network, being delicate and frail, possibly understand the prowess of the Navy SEALs?
Obama's extended Lincoln is heading toward Hammer Tower.
Hawke called at just the right time.
"Have you arrived yet? I've been waiting for you for ages. Let me tell you, once this time is up, Grandpa won't be serving you anymore."
"I'll be there soon."
167 Hehe, this amount of money is enough to buy a movie company, right?
Obama was so angry at this man's stupidity that he actually waited for him there. Even if he had some backup plan, once I had him in my grasp, I was not afraid of not being able to get him to talk.
"But how can I be sure that once you get the money, you won't tell anyone about it?"
"You have no choice but to trust me! Old man, you talk too much nonsense. I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. I'm hanging up."
Obama: "..."
His anger towards Hawke intensified.
Damn it, once I catch you, I'll make you pay.
Hammer Tower.
"I'm here, how about you?"
Obama, carrying a briefcase, got out of the car and went to the roof of the Hammer Tower, his eyes darting around.
The Hammer Tower is not entirely owned by the Hammer Group, nor is it a military secret inaccessible to ordinary people; the rooftop is an open recreational area with an observation deck.
"With so many bodyguards deployed, how am I supposed to get out?"
Hawke said:
"Put it in the second trash can on your right, the blue one, the one for non-recyclable waste. After you put it down, you and your men should leave Hammer Building. I will retrieve it myself, and then we'll be fine."
Obadi did as instructed, walked to the trash can, and as soon as he opened it, a pungent smell wafted out. He quickly put the box down and closed it.
"Very well, you can go."
Hawke hung up the phone.
Obama did indeed leave, but his men guarded all the exits from Hammer Tower, making it impossible for any suspicious person to escape.
Below the Hammer Tower, Obama sat in a stretch Lincoln, smoking a cigar, gazing at the rooftop with slightly narrowed eyes.
"I want to see who's so bold as to try and extort me."
The thought of those $10 billion in bearer bonds made Obama's heart clench with pain.
pain!
It hurts so much!
A moment later, Obadiah suddenly noticed that his phone was ringing again.
"Thanks for the sponsorship, boss. I've already secured the $10 billion. Sending you lots of love!"
Obama's pupils widened immediately.
He looked at his secretary beside him with bloodshot eyes.
The secretary was startled and quickly got out of the car to make a phone call to inquire about the situation.
"Haha, the people you deployed are all very elite. I saw them. The defense is tight, practically watertight. If it weren't for Grandpa's superior skills, I might have really fallen into your hands. It's a pity that I went in and came out again. Sigh, aren't you angry?"
While continuing his call with Hawke, Obama took the elevator to the top of the Hammer Tower and found that the trash cans had been dismantled into pieces by security personnel, and all the trash had been turned over, but there was no trace of the box containing the $10 billion bearer bonds.
"Useless! You're all a bunch of useless trash! I'd rather keep a few dogs than keep you!"
Obama launched into a tirade against his security team.
To let a weak hacker take the data right under their noses, what kind of elite is this?
After venting his anger, Obadiah was finally exhausted. Panting heavily, he glared with his bull-like eyes and growled in a low voice at Hawke on the other end of the phone:
"Okay, you won, you won. Now that you have the money, you should settle down, right? Young man, let me give you a piece of advice: take that billion dollars, leave New York, find a remote place, live off your endless wealth, and live like a god. Don't go looking for trouble anymore."
"You really think you can bribe me with a mere billion dollars and keep your secret about assassinating Tony Stark a secret forever?" Hawke chuckled. "A black-hearted capitalist is a black-hearted capitalist. He's too rich. I could live off your secret for the rest of my life!"
"Don't push your luck!"
Obama was truly enraged; he had never been so angry in his entire life.
They're not human! They're utterly inhuman!
They took $10 billion from him and are now trying to threaten him again; that's going too far.
"Dissatisfied?"
Hawke raised an eyebrow:
“I’ll give you three days to raise another $20 billion in bearer bonds for me.”
"$20 billion?"
"$20 billion!"
“I just managed to scrape together $10 billion for you, and that’s all from my loans. Where am I supposed to get another $20 billion for you?”
“Ah… go sell your ass,” Hawke said. “There are so many billionaires in New York, and they’re all gay. With your physique, $20 billion will be easy for you.”
Obama553di: "..."
Even if he sold them as sunflowers, he couldn't possibly make $20 billion.
"Three days!"
Hawke gave Obadiah a deadline before hanging up.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh my god, fuck!
In a fit of rage, Obama slammed his phone to the ground, shattering it into pieces.