Chapter 035: Cold Treatment

Nick Fury calmed down. Although he was very confident in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s defense network, he was not confident enough to face advanced alien technology.

After all, he had seen how advanced alien spacecraft could be.

If this person, suspected to be Justin Hammer, really had an advanced alien spacecraft in his hands,

then the possibility of him hacking into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s network was indeed high.

This also explained why the other party knew him.

Because his and his subordinates' files were all recorded in S.H.I.E.L.D., although his own security clearance was very high, requiring Level 10 access to view his file.

But did these clearances mean anything in the face of advanced alien technology?

However, this was also bad news, because it meant that all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secrets were completely exposed and laid bare before this person.

That was what worried Nick Fury the most.

"What do you think? How likely is it that he has an alien spacecraft?" Nick Fury asked his subordinates.

Coulson thought for a moment and said, "Although this hypothesis has no factual basis, various signs suggest that the possibility is not small. Even if he doesn't have an alien spacecraft, he might possess very advanced alien technology."

"Maybe we should indeed send someone to test him."

"How do we test him?" Natasha asked. "What if he has indeed hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D. and found our files? Wouldn't testing him provoke him?"

"Then we won't use S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel," Nick Fury said slowly. "Maybe we should find others to help."

Having been in this business for so long, he knew more than a few agents.

The world was big, and not all excellent agents were in S.H.I.E.L.D.

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The next day, representatives from various governments came knocking again, hoping Wang Bo would resume production of the spacecraft as soon as possible and deliver on schedule. To this end, they were willing to make a concession.

"What do you mean?" Wang Bo asked, looking at the group of representatives.

"Resources go to us, land goes to you," a blond, blue-eyed man said softly. "That's the UN's bottom line."

"Land goes to me?"

"Yes. With the help of the spacecraft, the era of interstellar immigration will begin soon. The UN can give you the land on the Moon and Mars. With this land, you can become an absolute real estate tycoon, buying and selling any plot on the Moon and Mars."

Wang Bo understood. Resources were vital to any country, so the UN would never allow anyone to control the resources of two planets.

But if it was just land, they wouldn't care too much.

There were many reasons. First, major countries lacked the capability to terraform the Moon or Mars.

Second, land was essentially just a piece of ground, insignificant compared to important resources.

Finally, they urgently needed the spacecraft to extract resources from the Moon and Mars, to relieve domestic pressure and achieve a leap in national power.

"Sounds pretty good, but I refuse," Wang Bo said without hesitation.

The group grew angry in unison. A Latino gritted his teeth and said, "Don't go too far."

"Too far?"

Wang Bo laughed. "You know, I don't actually care about the so-called Moon or Mars. I don't care about either the land or the resources."

The group was taken aback, but few believed Wang Bo's words.

Don't care?

If you don't care, why are you haggling?

Wang Bo sneered, "I don't care because I have money. Money is something you can't bring into the world or take with you. No matter how much I have, I don't care. But that doesn't mean I'm easy to push around."

"I spent money to legally buy the Moon and Mars. Is that illegal?"

"Now, you see the resources and the opportunity, and you gang up to say I'm breaking the law, playing little tricks, treating me like a monkey. Hah, who do you think you are? Are you worthy?"

Wang Bo's words were sharp and full of sarcasm, making every person present turn red in the face.

Not from shame, but from anger.

If it were before, Wang Bo wouldn't have dared to talk back to these countries like this.

But now, since his power had grown and he had mastered magic like teleportation, portals, and mirror space, Wang Bo had become arrogant. What were governments?

I'll just talk back to you, and after talking back, I'll still live well, eating and sleeping as usual.

What can you do to me?

So Wang Bo didn't leave them any face, making them almost explode one by one.

Thus, the meeting ended in discord once again.

But the group didn't dare push Wang Bo too hard, because last time Wang Bo suddenly disappeared, and when they joined forces to search high and low, they couldn't find him.

This had proven Wang Bo's level of cunning.

If they went too far and made Wang Bo go into hiding, then leave Earth in his spacecraft, the biggest loser would not be Wang Bo, but them.

Just as they were about to step into the stars, if they failed at the last moment, that would be truly tragic.

After all, this was a rare opportunity. Miss it, and there would be no second chance. To step into the stars again, they would have to wait decades or even centuries.

Of course, all of this was based on the premise that Wang Bo indeed had a spacecraft.

So the group decided to leave the matter to S.H.I.E.L.D., to see if they could determine whether Wang Bo actually had a spacecraft or even more advanced technology.

Thus, regarding the Moon and Mars, the governments decided to adopt a cold treatment. They would leave it be and wait for results before acting.

If the results proved that Wang Bo indeed had a spacecraft and could leave Earth at any time,

then they would be willing to make further concessions.

If it proved that Wang Bo had no spacecraft and could only stay on Earth, unable to leave the solar system, they would take a different attitude.

So, before the results came out, government representatives never bothered Wang Bo again.

On the other hand, the journalists who had been waiting for a long time went crazy, crowding the entrance of Hammer Industries every day, hoping to interview Wang Bo and get a big scoop.

But Wang Bo simply couldn't be bothered with these tools.

Since the last press conference, they had lost their usefulness, so Wang Bo naturally wouldn't grant them interviews.

When Wang Bo needed them again, he could contact these tools. After all, for journalists who only wanted a big scoop every day, as long as Wang Bo spoke, they would never be late.

In a sense, Wang Bo was their meal ticket.