I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

"Three times!"

Norman Osborn, a big capitalist with a dark heart, couldn't help showing a shocked expression on his face when he heard this number.

Triple the offer on the original basis, which means a hundred more people are needed!

Norman-Osborn bared his teeth, clenched his teeth, and said angrily. "You're taking advantage of an opportunity to blackmail more than we bargained for!"

"But you can refuse."

The mysterious masked man leaned comfortably on the sofa, shaking his wine glass slightly, and looked at the angry Osborn: "I didn't force you, Mr. Osborn, the choice is always in your hands, isn't it?"

"Fack, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

Norman-Osborn gritted his teeth and looked at God angrily. "I can't wait that long, I only have a month left!"

"If I don't come up with something to silence those greedy officials, they will stop all investments and orders, and then I will be forced out by the board!"

"This is terrible news~"

The mysterious masked man shook his head and said in a slightly regretful tone. "But unfortunately, there is nothing I can do. Three months is the shortest time. "Who told you to send less offerings?"

"You're using fire!"

There was a murderous look in Norman-Osborn's eyes, his face and neck were flushed, veins appeared on his forehead, and his voice was low and angry.

"Humph!

The mysterious masked man gesticulated his legs with his fingers and said in a sneering 213 voice: "This is a bit offensive, Mr. Osborn. Obviously, you want to speed up your delivery time, I just give you an idea, how is this Possibly the use of fire to your advantage?"

"Don't push me!"

Norman-Osborn put a grim look on his face and threatened, "If I tell the truth about this, you won't get away with it!"

"It doesn't matter."

The mysterious hood smiled and said. "We've been rats for a long time, and we're only going to cause more trouble, but you, Mr. Osborn, if word of this gets out, I'm afraid you'll spend the rest of your life in prison."

These words hit Norman-Osborn's heart weakness like a sharp dagger, making his face cloudy and uncertain, his eyes were red with anger, looking mysteriously at the man in the hood.

As the hooded man said, they are a group of rats crossing the street, so they don't care about the consequences, even if things get out, it will only make their reputation even louder.

But he, Norman-Osborn, was different! He was a capitalist, and what he needed was a man's strength.

He is a capitalist who needs to rely on human society and the country to survive, and has no regard for laws and moral bottom lines!

Kidnapping children for human experimentation is an absolutely unforgivable crime in any country, at any legal and moral level.

If he is exposed, he will die without a trace!

The media and board members, like hordes of pirates, would rush at him and rip his flesh violently until he was stripped naked and nailed to the stake of shame

"Mr. Osborn, don't be so serious, smile more." The mysterious masked man leaned comfortably on the back of the sofa, holding a cup filled with bright red liquid in his hand, and shook it gently.

Bach~

Norman-Osborn knocked the cup out of the hooded man's hand, saying angrily. "What exactly do you want?"

"Tsk tsk, what a waste."

The mysterious hooded man stared at the wine spilled on the carpet, shook his head, seemed regretful, and sighed: "Mr. Get what you want.11

"How long? I need an exact time!"

Norman-Osborn asked in a deep voice, after going through all this, he no longer trusts this group of people.

"Three days!"

The mysterious masked man raised three fingers and said with a smile: "As long as the victim is here, you can get what you want in three days!"

After saying these words, the masked man stood up slowly, pressed it against Norman-Osborn's ear, and said in a seductive deep voice. Dang......, a brand new superman, even better than the original captain of the beautiful country, several times or thousands of times!"

"You.....(cfed).?" Norman-Osborn's pupils shrank slightly, and the words of a superman who was better than the captain of the beautiful country deeply shocked him.

"definitely!!!"

The voice of the mysterious masked man suddenly increased and became very high-pitched, revealing a hint of paranoia. "The great Dark Lord is omnipotent, but his people, created by him, are not the opponents of a scum like the captain of the beautiful country?"

"Norman-Osborn..."

"Think about it, once you get the people of the God of Darkness, your Osborn group will completely surpass the Stark group and become the emperor who monopolizes the entire army of the beautiful country."

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"With the support of your Superman, the army of the beautiful country will be invincible, and you will become the next Washington, making the beautiful country great again!"

"Your name will be recorded in history, your face will be engraved on the President Hill, and your thoughts will shine for all the beautiful people in the country!"

The deep voice of the mysterious masked man echoed in Norman-Osborn's mind, like a beautiful siren song, and he couldn't help fantasizing along with it.

"Okay! I promise you!"

Norman-Osborn's eyes were burning, his face and neck were flushed with excitement, and the veins under his skin were throbbing, he said with great enthusiasm. "Three times the sacrifice, I will ask someone to help you do it now!"

Money, fame, power is like having it all at your fingertips right now!".

and get these....

It would only cost him an insignificant, insignificant hundred lives.

Marx once said, "If there is a 50% profit, the capitalist will take risks; if there is a 100% profit, the capitalist will dare to trample on all human laws; if there is a 300% profit, the capitalist will dare to commit any crime." , and even faced the threat of being hanged!".

"It's over, Mr Spoon!"

The corners of the mysterious(?) Hooded Man's mouth curled into an ironic arc; indeed, as Lord Kaecilius said, fools pursue only futile ends, and all it takes is a little magic to bring them to their knees!

“A bargain is a bargain!”

Norman-Osborn was elated, as if all his troubles had disappeared, and all he could think about was how to use these superhumans.

"Then I'll just wait for good news from Mr. Osborn~."

The mysterious masked figure carved magical patterns into the void with his golden ringed right hand.

Zilia~

The orange magic power surged like an electric current, and a magic door appeared out of thin air, and disappeared after stepping into it.

"BA......."

A ninja gleam appeared in Norman-Osborn's eyes, and he took out his phone from his pocket, the number.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Osborne?"

"Find me a way to send one hundred and twenty children under the age of fifteen, without any social background, to my secret experimental base."

"I understand, Mr. Osborn, and I will do it as soon as possible."

"I only give you three days!"

There was silence on the other end of the line, and then a firm voice rang out: "Yes, Mr. Osborn, I'll finish it in three days.