The only miscalculation was that no one expected the small forces secretly incited by the two major families to suddenly target Wang Kun's family. In fact, they acted on a whim. When Hydra received the news, Chen Mo was on a plane and couldn't be contacted. After landing, he went straight to the martial arts school with Howard, so the intelligence personnel didn't report immediately.
The Hydra agents stationed around the martial arts school were tasked with secretly protecting it and eliminating any intruders. Without Chen Mo's orders, they wouldn't act rashly.
It was all a matter of timing. If Chen Mo had been in Europe, he would have received the intelligence immediately, directed the Hydra agents to rescue the hostages, and eliminated the threat.
Fortunately, Chen Mo returned in time and personally led the team to openly confront the attackers. After all, it was best not to use the Hydra agents unless necessary to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The gunfire downstairs finally stopped, but no one came to report for a long time, making Floyd's bad feeling grow stronger.
Reaching for the cigar cutter on the table, Floyd's hand trembled slightly. It took him a while to cut the cigar. Just as he was about to light it with a match, footsteps echoed in the corridor, slowly approaching. Floyd's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the door with a complex expression.
The footsteps paused outside the door, and then the office door was pushed open. Seven figures in identical black combat uniforms strode in.
"It's really you!"
Seeing Chen Mo, Floyd's face changed, and the cigar fell onto the table. He slumped into his chair, his face ashen.
He knew his family was finished, and so was he.
Chen Mo looked at the man sitting behind the luxurious desk and slowly raised his gun. He didn't like to waste words, and there was no need to say more at this moment.
Floyd closed his eyes in despair, filled with deep regret. Knowing Chen Mo's terrifying strength, why did he foolishly target the martial arts school?
But it was too late for regrets.
Although there was a gun hidden under the table, Floyd, well aware of Chen Mo's strength, knew he wouldn't have a chance to reach it.
Chen Mo coldly pointed the gun at his forehead. Looking at the warlord at the end of his road, who had closed his eyes waiting for death, Chen Mo felt no pity. Everyone chooses their own path. Since he chose a wrong and deadly path, he should walk it to the end!
"Bang!"
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That night, the headquarters of the two major mafia families in Brooklyn were swept clean by Chen Mo and his team. Almost all the core members of the two families were wiped out, causing a huge shock to the underground forces in Brooklyn. The entire underground landscape was about to be reshuffled.
At the martial arts school, Howard, with a cigar in his mouth, walked in excitedly behind Chen Mo.
"Tonight was so thrilling! Haha! We're rich!"
He said this while looking at the heavy suitcases in the hands of Huang Quan and the others.
Huang Quan, Han Qing, and the other two were carrying heavy suitcases upstairs to the martial arts school.
They had packed up and brought back all the treasures from the two families' vaults. The wealth accumulated by the two families, who had controlled the underground forces in Brooklyn for decades, was astronomical.
"No, I'm rich!" Chen Mo's cold voice came from the sofa.
Hearing this, Howard quickly sat down in front of the sofa, trying to please him, "Don't be like that, I also contributed tonight!"
Chen Mo nodded, and a smile appeared on Howard's face, "That's right, you got shot the most, attracting the most fire. I killed more than half of the people aiming at your head."
Howard's face turned awkward upon hearing this. He knew he had been too excited tonight. If it weren't for Chen Mo's protection, he would have been killed many times over.
Seeing him sitting on the sofa sulking, Chen Mo asked calmly, "Are you short of money?"
Howard was the largest arms supplier in the United States, and Stark Industries was worth billions of dollars. Although the wealth obtained from the two families was enough to match half of his company, it shouldn't have made him so desperate.
"Researching anti-gravity technology is too expensive. I've almost exhausted the company's liquid funds." Howard looked up at Chen Mo with a resentful expression, "I'm poorer than you now!"
Howard was not a pure businessman; his interests lay more in the development of new technologies. When he got into the groove, he could work in the lab for days without eating or sleeping, completely ignoring financial concerns. Unfortunately, his research was extremely costly, and this time he might have gone too far, nearly bankrupting the company.
"I know you still have a lot of money. Otherwise, why would these mafia guys keep targeting you? The doctor told me that his current research funding is all coming from you. So, are you going to help or not?"
Howard took a deep puff from the cigar he had taken from Floyd and slowly exhaled. "If you don't help, I'll have to sell shares. Then there will be a bunch of annoying shareholders nagging in my ear all day."
Imagining that scenario, Howard looked unwilling, then turned to Chen Mo with hopeful eyes.
Howard was a tech fanatic. He founded Stark Industries to commercialize his experimental results and make money to fund further research. He owned all the shares of the company, which allowed him to spend almost all the company's liquid funds recklessly, to the point where he had to sell shares.
Chen Mo suspected that the later shareholders of Stark Industries came about this way. In "Iron Man 1," Tony was manipulated by Obadiah through the board of directors, all thanks to his father, who had dug this pit for him early on.
Looking at Howard, who was unaware that he was about to set his son up for failure, Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa.
"Then you should sell the shares."
Just as disappointment appeared on Howard's face, Chen Mo continued.
"I want fifty percent."
Howard's eyes lit up at these words. He had intended to get some money from Chen Mo to tide him over, but this was not a long-term solution. Selling shares was probably inevitable. Compared to investors who only cared about profits, selling shares to Chen Mo was completely acceptable, even a good thing.
He and Chen Mo often researched advanced technology together. From what he knew about Chen Mo, money was not a big deal to him. Chen Mo's involvement would not only not affect the company's operations but also provide him with a wealthy backer and a like-minded research partner.
He didn't believe that when the research reached a critical point, Chen Mo wouldn't shell out the money.