After his father said that the other sorcerers hired by S.H.I.E.L.D. were not needed, Nick Fury, though smiling and agreeing on the surface, immediately told Hill that the plan would proceed and all sorcerers must be present on the day of the transfer.
Leaving the room, Xiao Yu ran to her father and said, "Dad, why are you acting so strange today?"
His father sighed, stroking Xiao Yu's head, and said, "It's the general trend, and it cannot be stopped by human strength alone."
Before Xiao Yu could speak, his father said again, "Don't you want to learn more advanced magic? I'll teach you when we get back today."
Xiao Yu was still young, and as soon as she heard that she could learn more advanced magic, she was so happy her mouth couldn't close.
Previously, her father had taught Xiao Yu magic, but it was all rigid theoretical knowledge, identifying all sorts of strange materials, and practical operations were simply beyond Xiao Yu's grasp.
But now it was good; Xiao Yu could already imagine the envious expressions of her classmates when she showed off her magic.
In the following time, S.H.I.E.L.D. made all sorts of preparations for the amulet transfer, and his father was not idle. While teaching Xiao Yu magic, he did not forget to ask S.H.I.E.L.D. for various strange magical materials.
Seeing the long stack of lists handed over, Nick Fury felt a headache.
He had just said it casually at the time, and he didn't expect the other party to actually ask.
It wasn't that the items on the list were expensive; anything that could be solved with money, no matter how expensive, was not a problem. What really gave Nick Fury a headache were the various strange materials on the list, such as the tears of a Japanese monkey, the third tentacle on the left of an octopus, the beard of a goat, the tail of a mouse, and the shed skin of a lizard.
But since the words had been spoken, he couldn't go back on his word, so he had to grit his teeth and hand the list to his subordinates, telling them to find the items.
While S.H.I.E.L.D. was in a frenzy, Bai Qi was also busy.
The Mimic successfully made contact with a member of the Syndicate, who claimed to be Vermouth, a woman with the same superb disguise skills as himself.
After exchanging information, both sides reached a consensus: the Syndicate would provide the latest technological achievements to the Black Hand, and the Black Hand would provide magic potions in exchange.
Although Bai Qi was a demon with powerful magic, as a former human, he did not hold a contemptuous attitude towards technology as demons did; instead, he advocated for integration and mutual learning.
Magic has its advantages, and technology has its strengths. Only by combining them can there be better development.
Of course, both sides claimed to offer their best, but both knew it was impossible. The Syndicate would not hand over its most advanced technology to the Black Hand, whom they had only just contacted. It was merely discarded technology, and the magic potions Bai Qi gave in return were merely the lowest grade and had side effects.
Both sides smiled on the surface but harbored their own schemes in their hearts.
Moreover, cooperating with the Syndicate was not for their technology. After subduing Dutch, Bai Qi had obtained many of the research and development achievements of the Osborn Group. He looked down on the Syndicate's technology. Their most famous drug, ATP4869, was merely a semi-finished product. The main reason was to complete the mission given by the system.
The best way to gain control of the Syndicate was to control its behind-the-scenes boss, Renya Karasuma. Once this person was controlled, it would be equivalent to gaining actual control of the Syndicate.
However, controlling Renya Karasuma was clearly not an easy task. He was as cautious and prudent as Bai Qi.
This could be seen from the fact that the FBI, Interpol, and the Japanese police had almost turned the Syndicate into an organization entirely composed of undercover agents from various parties. Without sufficient profit incentives, he would never show himself.
Bai Qi was not in a hurry about this. He simply instructed the Mimic to maintain normal communication with them and occasionally show a little impatience.
After all, the Syndicate had taken the initiative to contact Bai Qi, which meant he had something they wanted, and he had the capital to be arrogant. Moreover, this could also dispel their concerns.
Meanwhile, in the office of the Osborn Group.
A man in a suit, with short brown hair, looked at the report in his hand with rage.
He slammed the report to the ground and angrily questioned his female secretary, "What's going on with this Umbrella Corporation? Why are they constantly acquiring Osborn Group's stock?!"
Before the female secretary could answer, Norman roared, "These ungrateful bastards! If it weren't for me, how would they have gotten all this today? They are nothing without me."
That's right, the Umbrella Corporation was created by Bai Qi to acquire the Osborn Group, working with Dutch to stage an inside and outside attack and completely swallow Osborn. Moreover, under Bai Qi's coercion and enticement, the board of directors of the Osborn Group cooperatively signed the equity transfer contract, transferring a large amount of equity to Dutch at an extremely low price.
However, at this moment, Norman Osborn could not think of so much. The potion was constantly eroding Norman's heart and emotions. Now, coupled with the impact of this report, the enraged Norman was almost insane.
The angry roars almost filled the entire office, scaring the female secretary into trembling. She lowered her head and dared not look at Norman.
The female secretary had followed Norman Osborn for many years. Her former boss, although irritable and paranoid, was very confident. No matter how angry he was, he retained a trace of rationality.
Now, the female secretary saw no trace of confidence or rationality in Norman, only beast-like rage. He had completely turned into a madman.
However, no matter how Norman raged and roared, the female secretary, who understood the company's situation, knew that it was all in vain. With Osborn's current financial strength, it was insufficient to acquire the stocks being dumped by the shareholders.
But the Osborn Group was Norman's life's work, and it had grown step by step under his leadership. It was absolutely impossible for him to hand over the group to those fools now.
Osborn knew that if the group was truly handed over to the fools on the board to manage, the final outcome would only be the ruin of the group; there would be no second possibility.
Perhaps he was tired, and Osborn slumped into his chair, holding his head with both hands and leaning on the desk, muttering, "A conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy. Those villains want to unite and force me to yield. Do they really think I can't see it? No, their schemes will not succeed."
Norman's expression gradually became ferocious, as if he were laughing and crying.
"Ah!"
Norman suddenly stood up and swept everything on the desk to the ground.
"I will not let you succeed!"
Then, Norman suddenly looked at the female secretary and questioned loudly, "Why are you still here? Get out! Get out!"
The female secretary swore that she had never seen such a ferocious face. She was so scared that she dared not stay for even another second and scurried out of the office.