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What a fuss the comrade made in the classroom. However, the 'priceless' look on Stark's face was definitely worth it, and the wealthy students in our group were also thinking about buying shares after Harry's presentation. Ozbourne wasn't too keen on doing the 'broadcast,' but it had come at the right time. Mentally grinning, I followed my mate and myself, thinking about Ozcorp's novelties, because I could take something for myself. A little modification of the same Buggy and something very interesting will come out. A bike is a good thing, but sometimes you need something else, so you should think about it in more detail and upgrade your fleet.
- Good speech. - As I caught up with my mate, I smiled.
- Most of it was pure impromptu and dry excerpts from the company reports. - Harry smiled slyly. - But I'll have to get used to it or I won't be in business for long. Maybe I should take a few more lessons in corporate etiquette from my father. - Ozbourne said glumly.
With a thoughtful hum, I continued to follow my comrade. So Mr Oz has begun training the heir? That's quite a surprise, and he seems to be a good mentor, since Harry's progressed so quickly from a regular slob to a corporate shark. It'll be interesting to watch him grow, because he's always wanted his father's approval, and now it looks like he's finally getting it, albeit in such an unusual way. So I'm really happy for my mate, it's the beginning of a 'white streak' in his life, and I just have to support and if possible help him not to embarrass himself in front of Uncle Oz. It might even be quite interesting, so let's see where this game leads.
I'm not really busy while I'm studying, I have a project and a lot of plans, but where can I go without them? But something requires other resources or technical tools that I don't have yet. So it's quite possible to do something not so serious, and in the summer I can ask for an internship with some of the prominent scientists. The same Doom is not a bad option, though difficult to fulfil, but it will be possible to reach him through the same Ozborn, I just need to think of something to interest him, otherwise such a rational man as Victor von Doom will not even listen to me, and it is logical. However, there is still time for the 'advertising' project, so I will have time to think up something interesting, though all plans may change in the summer. After all, I promised Harry to hang out on a sunny beach in California or go somewhere else, but now he has enough to do, so it also remains in doubt. On the other hand, with a good manager he can easily get away from the company's affairs for a considerable period of time, so it will be necessary to consider the variant with rest on summer holidays, because not all the time to work and disappear in his laboratory?
I wonder if Stark will risk giving another lecture or will he change universities? After all, such a lecturer would be ripped off at any institution. But why would he make such a drastic change? Or did he really decide to pass on his knowledge to someone else? It doesn't even sound funny, because such a hardened cynic would change his already established views on life, so there must be something else in it, but what? He's interested in getting to know someone who's taken over his work? That's probably true. That would explain his behaviour with Harry and all his subsequent 'childish antics'. But it's not enough and there must be something else. While having a leisurely dialogue with Harry about the pros and cons of the new Marusya sports car, we saw a column of smoke, which was visible in one part of the city, and a moment later followed by a devastating explosion in three more places.
- Something always happens to us. - said the camaraderie with irritation. - Sorry, bro, but I've got a corporate product to promote. - Activating a holographic panel on his watch, Ozborn quickly entered something on the illusory interface and put on his sunglasses, which immediately flashed a painfully familiar system code, indicating the launch of one of the 'suits'.
Three minutes later, Norman Osborn's Patriot Five appeared in the sky. The iron men were impressive, and the battle colouring habitually pressed on the patriotic feelings of the people. Behind the five iron patriots appeared the more massive figure of a Legionnaire, who landed neatly just a few metres from Harry. Invitingly opening the gut of the suit, the Legionnaire stood waiting, making a couple of taps on the ghostly interface on his watch, Ozborn without unnecessary haste put on the combat 'lats'. A moment later, he activated his repulsors and flew into the heart of the next collapse that was taking place on the streets of New York. PR is a complicated thing, but if the camaraderie shows itself well, then he will obviously order a large batch of the same rescuers and other city services. However, the customers should be so and so, because the exhibition in the depths of Ozcorp made a great noise, so it will be curious to see how much their shares will grow.
I smiled wistfully at my friend's 'suit' and decided to stretch a bit and have a coffee. And it would be good to see Lisa, I promised, and one should keep one's word, at least to oneself, because what is the point of words if they are worth nothing? So their value depends directly on your reputation, name and meticulously constructed image. After all, with a great reputation and a familiar name you can achieve a hell of a lot. But this is just a lyrical digression, because nothing prevents me from just having a coffee in the company of a charming miss, because nostalgia is always much more luminescent in the circle of friends and relatives than when you enjoy it alone.
As I moved further and further into the city, I habitually noted the perennial gloominess of our polis. Chaos could erupt from any spark, whether it was a pogrom or a small natural disaster. The streets of the metropolis were turning into a branch of the Inferno in a matter of hours. It was frightening, because in the morning these people smile at you nicely, but something clicks in their heads and we get hordes of brutal looters that are ready to burn the whole New York to quench their thirst for profit.
Hypocritical duplicity has long been the order of the day for them, but that doesn't give them the right to pillage my city and get in my way. After snapping the neck of another scumbag, I continued on my way to the coffee shop. I could have taken the bike, but I wanted to stretch, and another wave of lizards had just decided to wreak havoc. And the crowd of looters that appeared literally out of nowhere was just a pleasant surprise for me.
I love New York for all that movement....
Smiling, I punched through the chest of the lizard that came too close, literally ripping out its still beating heart.
Constant tonus and mortal danger to life are not bad for personal growth and development in general. But such weak opponents have not been my rivals for a long time, but I did not forget that there is always someone stronger than you in the world, so do not relax. After all, as soon as you become proud and feel like the king of the world, you will immediately be thrown down from this very Olympus and trample all the pride. Even if you considered yourself a hero, you always remain an enemy and a villain for someone, and, as you know, they always lose before the climax of their history, isn't it funny? All your life you think you are a knight in shining armour, but what will be your surprise when they come to kill you like a bloodthirsty dragon from fairy tales? Such is the fate of all proud men who wish to climb the illusory Olympus without regard for anything. But I'm not, or at least I don't think I am, because I'm not a hero from children's fairy tales, not a hero at all, but not a villain after all.
As I stepped over the body of another lizard, I noticed new 'animals' that were rapidly approaching me. A charming brunette with noticeable reptilian eyes that resembled the eye of Sauron blazing in the distance. Behind her there was a normal lizard, not resembling a human at all, that was literally glossing at the feet of the 'mistress'. The movements of this reptile were slightly twitchy, as if he was barely restraining himself to stay in such a position. On the other side of the serpentine 'mistress' walked confidently a thick-skinned big man, whose eyes were covered, as if he was brazenly asleep. This Neolithic burp was the most curious of the lizards and slightly resembled the fairy-tale dragon I had just been thinking about. How was it in Schwartz? He who kills the 'Dragon' becomes a dragon himself? Let's put this curious tale to the test.
- Madam, look at this simpleton and fool? - In a flash, the twitchy serpent speeds up and immediately gets behind my back, starting to openly mock me. - Can I eat him? I don't pretend to have a heart, so I will humbly present it to you and your beauty. - The serpent continued obsequiously, and 'eyes of Sauron' with undisguised carnivourousness went over my lean carcass.
- What a cat you are Sylvester. - with an undisguised smile purred the beast.
- With such a kitty... - but my knife, which I managed to pull out during their chatter, did not let him finish, and after a graceful turn I put it to the very hilt right into the snake's eye socket. - He was a blurred shadow and began to strike my body with lightning-fast blows, though he had problems with strength, but such a monstrous speed was at least surprising.
Perhaps some new mutation or lizard species? And that big guy didn't look like an ordinary beast, I wonder what that beauty could do? After all, apart from those marvellous eyes she doesn't stand out in any way, there is, of course, the grace of a king cobra is a bit off. Yes and perhaps there are more than three of them, how curious. Perhaps their creator has decided to run his new 'toys' right in the city? Quite a possibility. Trying to anticipate the movements of our 'sprinter' I habitually calculated probabilities for his every step, but in the end I simply spit on all this and pulled out one of the vacuum grenades, immediately sending the guest to the most probable point. A second more and the halved carcass of the snake stops right at my feet.
- Who the fuck are you? - said the eyes of Sauron in shock. - And why aren't you under my control? - I calmly pulled out my pistol and fired two shots at the big guy's nostrils to make sure his brain was destroyed, because I don't know how tough his skin is.
- I'm just a student out for a cup of divine coffee. - As honestly as possible, I turned my gun on her, still keeping my eyes on the Eyes of Sauron, and for a split second, noting the fear there, with a touch of shock that her 'servant companions' had lost so miserably, I smiled disarmingly, as if apologising for her 'slightly' bad day.
- Regina, Regina, Regina...' I said sarcastically from somewhere in the distance. - How many times are you going to lose? You can't disappoint an old warrior's eyes like that. Hmm. Two minuses? How curious. Wait. I remember you. You're the one who beat me at the Scorpion dojo, aren't you? - said the lizard in the bloody kimono in surprise.