Marvel: Starting with the forced creation of villainous characters

If Tony Stark returns, it means Obadiah Stan is not far from being retired.

"No, we have to act quickly." Mark also realized that some things could not be delayed any longer.

"Skye, the plans have changed. Come downstairs and pick me up!" Mark sent Skye a message.

After Mark left the room, he called Jessica Jones.

After going downstairs, Skye's RV was already parked next to the exit.

After Mark got into the car, Skye asked nervously, "Mark, are we really going to do this? What if Obadiah calls the police?"

Instead of answering directly, Mark asked, "Did you get the video I requested?"

Skye smiled smugly: "I don't know why, but Obadiah's personal computer wasn't connected to Stark Industries' firewall. Hacking into his computer wasn't difficult. I also got the video you wanted."

Mark sneered, "Tony Stark has a very powerful artificial intelligence; of course he wouldn't dare store this data in Stark Industries' computers."

"Artificial intelligence?" Skye looked at Mark with some surprise. As a hacker, she knew all too well about artificial intelligence.

"Yes." Mark nodded.

Skye was indeed taken aback, but the thought of what they were about to do made her a little scared as she asked, "So we're really going to threaten Obadiah Stan into transferring his Stark Industries shares to Jessica?"

Mark nodded: "You should know that money is the most important thing in this country."

Seeing that Skye remained silent, Mark continued, "Has the share transfer agreement been printed yet?"

"It's already printed. This contract was drafted by a blind lawyer. Although he's quite young, I feel he's reliable." Skye nodded quickly, then pulled out a document from behind her seat and handed it to Mark.

"A blind lawyer?" Mark raised an eyebrow. "You didn't find this lawyer in Hell's Kitchen, did you?"

"How did you know? It seems you've heard of him too." Skye was surprised, but not at all strange.

Matt Murdoch is quite famous in Hell's Kitchen, firstly because of his strong will despite his disability, and secondly because he often helps poor ordinary people with their lawsuits.

Mark, his heart filled with a renewed appreciation for talent, asked, "How old is that blind lawyer?"

After thinking for a moment, Skye guessed, "She's probably close to 30."

Mark, who inwardly sighed with regret, instantly lost interest in this Daredevil.

He is not interested in older superpowered individuals, especially those who are almost 30.

Skye drove his unlicensed RV to the suburbs of New York.

Mark, holding the voice changer, nodded to Skye, who quickly operated the computer and hacked into Obadiah Stane's personal computer.

Mark dialed Obadiah Stein's private phone number.

"This is Obadiah Stan," Obadiah's deep voice came from the phone.

"Hello Mr. Obadiah, I've sent you an email. Call me back after you've read it," Mark said before hanging up.

Meanwhile, in the president's office at Stark Industries.

Obadiah Stan's eyes flashed with a fierce glint when he saw that the other party dared to hang up on him.

Although he didn't know how that bastard knew his private phone number, one thing was certain: that bastard was also courting death.

Since becoming president of Stark Industries, no one has dared to hang up on him except for that little bastard Tony Stark.

Suppressing his anger, Obadiah Stan opened his email.

Obadiah, who had been furious, crushed the mouse in his hand with his bare hands after seeing the email's contents. He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, "Obadiah! You fucking deserve to die!"

He never expected that Apostdan would dare to scheme against him, and even secretly collect dirt on him.

Of course, none of this was what angered him the most. What truly enraged him was that the man had obtained evidence that he had ordered the Ten Rings to assassinate Tony Stark.

He got to where he is today because he was in charge of Stark Industries. Normally, as long as he doesn't lose his position as CEO, the dirty secrets that Apostand has in his hands are nothing.

What's truly fatal is the evidence of his assassination attempt on Tony Stark.

Once he loses his position as president of Stark Industries, he will only have a lifetime in prison to live with.

Obadiah forced himself to calm down and picked up his phone to call back the number he had just received.

The call was quickly connected.

Obadiah gritted his teeth and asked, "Speak, what are your conditions?"

As a business elite, Obadiah knew that the other party held the upper hand, not him.

"Come to the Brooklyn Naval Shipyard in the suburbs of New York. Bring your personal seal, and don't bring too many people with you. I'm a bit of a coward."

Brooklyn Naval Shipyard is an abandoned factory area with more than two centuries of history.

Most importantly, it's far from New York, making it a suitable place for trading.

Obadiah certainly couldn't agree directly, after all, he was also worried that the other party would lure him out to be killed.

Obadiah demanded, "What do you want?"

Mark: "Your shares in Stark Industries."

Obadiah: "All of them?"

Mark: "All of them."

"Huh? Do you know how many shares I own? Do you know how much these shares are worth?" Obadiah was amused by Mark's words.

Stark Industries' market capitalization starts at 1 trillion, and he owns 10%, which is 100 billion!

What does 1000 billion mean?

100 billion is equivalent to one Apple or Google, or one-ninth of the GDP of a major Chinese restaurant chain.

Enraged, Obadiah retorted, "Aren't you afraid of overeating with such a huge appetite?"

Mark smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, I won't overeat."

"You wait." Obadiah, his face grim, hung up the phone and headed straight for the Brooklyn Naval Shipyard with his bodyguards.

An hour later.

Obadiah arrived at the shipyard.

There was only a young-looking girl waiting for him there.

Seeing that only Jessica was there, Obadiah bluntly asked, "Where's your boss?"

"Mr. Obadiah, this is what our boss asked me to give you." Jessica smiled and handed several documents to Obadiah.

Obadiah took the document with a cold expression and began to examine it.

Adoption statement?

will?

A few minutes later, Obadiah finally finished reading the two documents in his hands.

Obadiah, feeling a sense of relief, asked, "These are your conditions?"

Jessica Jones nodded: "These are our terms. You just need to sign and then have it notarized."

Obadiah, somewhat confused about what these people were up to, said, "Who is this Emma? If you just want money, you don't need to go through all this trouble."