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Chapter 200: Cosmic Demon God Totem Common Wealth Project (1)

A few weeks ago, in the office of Arkham Sanatorium, Schiller and Strange sat together drinking coffee.

"I don't believe that Kingpin and The Hand would turn on each other without your involvement," Strange said to Schiller after taking a sip of coffee.

"That was a plan Nick and I had, but it didn't work out because the Lifeline Foundation came in and disrupted our plan."

"What was your original plan?"

Schiller let out a sigh and said with some regret, "Originally, we wanted to use Kingpin and The Hand to raise the prices of the eternal life factor medicine that's circulating in the black market."

"I gave Kingpin a batch of the medicine to sell to The Hand."

"Kingpin is a crocodile that's never full. Of course, he would want to sell this batch of medicine at a high price, so he would help us hype it up by throwing out some gimmicks, such as the scarcity of raw materials and being the only one that has it."

"Nick and I speculated that The Hand would definitely buy it. First, they're not short of money, and second, they're very interested in Dragon Bone, which has similar effects. They would even search the world for it."

"My medicine that I gave them would have a noticeable effect in the beginning. After they try it out, they should buy the medicine from Kingpin."

"At this point, I would release another batch of medicine to Kingpin, but this time, I would charge him the cost price. Of course, since the raw materials are really scarce, the cost price might be a bit expensive, but Kingpin would still eat it up because he's confident that he can sell it to The Hand at a higher price."

"The Hand should also buy the second batch because even if the price goes up, it's still within their acceptable range. Plus, at that time, only Kingpin had the channel to get a large amount of medicine. They wouldn't turn their backs on him but would buy his medicine again."

"And the third time is the same?" Strange asked.

"No, using the third time might touch The Hand's psychological bottom line. The high price might make them have the idea to kill and rob, and it would provide Kingpin with too much liquidity, fueling his ambition, which is not what we want."

"At this point, we need to bring in other powers. The official supply is too small, and people who can't buy it and have money will naturally want to buy it on the black market."

"By the third round, news of Kingpin having a source of goods should have spread, and there would be many other people asking him to buy the eternal life factor medicine. Kingpin would want to make more money and would definitely raise the price of the medicine again."

"After this batch of goods is sold out, we will no longer provide goods to Kingpin. When the supply is cut off, the eternal life factor medicine on the black market will become rare and valuable due to its real efficacy and scarce supply."

"When it rises to a certain extent, organizations with a source of goods will not want the price to fall because if the price continues to rise, their goods will become more and more valuable, like sitting at home and having money fall from the sky."

"They will join us and start the same hype, with the same methods, low quantity, and small-scale shipments, selling it more and more expensive."

"And then the price will be raised, right?"

"Yes, this is an important part of Nick's autumn funding plan, and he was hoping to recover the cost after the price was raised."

"So the Lifeline Foundation ruined your plan?"

"Not entirely. When we were about to enter the third round, they suddenly came up with a cheaper eternal life factor medicine that had an abundant supply and unlimited shipments, naturally breaking the market's price."

"But there was also a benefit to it, which was that The Hand thought Kingpin was using high-priced goods to pit them and turned their backs on him."

"Nick was always worried about their cooperation being too close, which might affect the regional situation. After they fell out, they reached a balance instead, reducing SHIELD's workload. You can only say that there are pros and cons."

"That's just what you think. From my understanding of Nick Fury, he definitely wants to kill Drake from the Life Foundation now," said Strange firmly.

"So where did they get their Eternal Life Medicine from?" Strange asked with confusion. "Isn't it extracted from vampires? Where did they get vampires? Did they catch them themselves?"

"This shows that there are still smart people in this world. They have also discovered that the principle of the Eternal Life Medicine cannot be proven, and whether it has the effect of prolonging life can only be seen in decades."

"So they can also make a Medicine with some healing effect, and call it the Eternal Life Medicine."

"Next, should we claim that their raw materials do not meet the regulations? After all, we previously said that only the raw materials collected by SHIELD are legitimate and legal. The Life Foundation does not have bat materials, so they cannot produce real Eternal Life Medicine."

"No, fighting in the arena is the most troublesome way. We say that he is fake, he says he is real, or even if he is fake, but the price is cheap and has the same effect, he will always get a part of the market. In that case, why don't we just cooperate with him directly?"

"He has sufficient supply, and our publicity effect is significant. Then we can directly outsource the production to him, they are responsible for shipping, and we are responsible for selling, everyone can make money."

"But doesn't he have fake goods in his hands?"

"Don't we also have fake goods in our hands?"

"That's a good point."

The two of them clinked their coffee cups and showed a knowing smile.

That afternoon, Schiller walked into Stark's most frequently used laboratory with a cup of coffee. As soon as he entered, he saw blood all over the lab table, and Stark was standing in front of the lab table, grimacing and clutching his chest.

Schiller stood at the door staring at Stark, and Stark looked up at him. The two of them stared at each other, and Stark asked, "Do you know what profession is the least welcome in my laboratory?"

"Since you asked Strange the same question last time, I guess it should be doctors, right?"

"You even know you're a doctor!! Come and help me!!"

"But I'm a psychologist." Schiller walked over, slowly put down his coffee, and said, "Everyone will die eventually, just let it go."

Stark rolled his eyes and put down the towel he used to wipe the bloodstains. He reached out and wiped the bloodstains on the table randomly.

Schiller brought a chair over and sat down on the side of the lab table. He took out a stack of newspapers from his pocket and shook them open, asking, "Why are you messing with that thing in your chest again? Are you finally planning to change it?"

"Not yet, but I have a new method in mind."

Stark treated the wound he had just made with alcohol, gritting his teeth and sucking in cold air. He said, "I thought about it and felt that the current method of replacing the reactor is a bit too primitive."

"What do you mean?"

"Every time I want to upgrade the reactor in my chest, I have to undergo surgery to remove it from my chest and then replace it with a new one. This process is very troublesome and also dangerous."

"So what are you planning to do?"

"I plan to create a slot and study a portable reactor. The slot will be fixed inside my body, and I can remove the reactor from my chest at any time and replace it with a new one."

"I discussed this idea with Dr. Yinsen, and he said he had never seen anyone in this world who likes to die more than me."

"His evaluation is very accurate."

"This is not just to facilitate the replacement of the reactor," Stark explained as he picked up the pile of bloody cotton balls and towels from the table and threw them away.

"When I was modifying the Mech armor, I found a big problem. Originally, my Mech armor was only one type, and the abilities were similar, all for enhancing my personal combat capabilities."

"But then you came up with a set of magical Mech armor, and later we developed the concept of cluster robots. After actual combat, we found that we needed logistical mechanical support systems. In the future, we may also need enchanted Mech armor. With so many different types of Mech armor, I need more types of reactors to drive them."

"Although normal reactors can also provide different outputs, I hope it can have more functions, especially in adapting to magic."

"And once I develop different versions of reactors, I can't just do surgery every day, right? If I have to spend half of my time lying on the operating table every day, I won't be able to do anything else."

Schiller put down the newspaper and looked at Stark's chest. He said, "So you're planning to install a zipper on yourself?"

"Like that joke, no matter what the doctor leaves inside you, you can pull the zipper to take it out."

"Oh, zippers, light bulbs, you know these words." Stark said sarcastically.

"So, where are you in your experiment? Why did you call me here?"

"I want you to help me test whether magic can be used on the Ark reactor, or to make a magical version of the Ark reactor."

"You should go to Strange for that."

"He said he couldn't do it, so told me to come to you."

Schiller put the newspaper on the desk and stood up. He said to Stark, "First of all, you should know my level. The most high-end work I've done in your laboratory is changing light bulbs."

"Secondly, the concept of a magical version of the Ark reactor doesn't exist. You said that the design of the Ark reactor left by your father uses a new element, which has nothing to do with magic. Magic doesn't work that way."

"So it's really not possible?"

Schiller walked to the lab table and stared at Stark's chest for a moment before saying, "A magical version of the Ark reactor may not work, but what you really need is an energy source installed in your chest, right?"

"Although I don't understand the construction of the Ark reactor, if you only need an energy source, it should be possible, after all, anything is possible with magic."

Schiller snapped his fingers and the newspaper and coffee on the lab table flew over. He said, "Give us access to an advanced laboratory. Strange and I will study it, and we'll give you the results in a week."