Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 817 - Sealing the Deal, and the “Worthless” Tycoon

Chapter 817: Sealing the Deal, and the “Worthless” Tyc.o.o.n

Stunned, Tony frowned. “You want that? Why did you come here?”

Luke pointed at the jets on his back and said, “Do you think I’m only using this kind of low-output thing because I’m trying to save energy and protect the environment?”

Tony frowned. “You have skills?”

Luke asked, “What do you think?”

“Where did you get the technology?” Tony subconsciously asked.

Luke crossed his arms. “Is this the treatment I get for saving you? Mr. Stark, you really are a generous man.”

Tony came back to himself and was a little embarra.s.sed.

It was a habit he had developed over the years, and it had accidentally slipped out for one moment.

When it came to technology, he couldn’t help but fall into question mode, especially when it came to the palladium mini reactor. He didn’t think anyone else in the world could do it.

Seeing that the tyc.o.o.n had shut up, Luke continued, “If it’s a deal, I’ll get it from you when I have the time. If you’re not willing, then forget it.”

Tony was stunned. “Huh?”

Luke said, “Palladium is a good solution, but it’s not the only one. Since I ran into you today, I thought I would just ask.”

Looking at the tyc.o.o.n’s expression, he still mocked him. “Don’t worry. Even if you refuse, I won’t dispose of you. I’m not you, and you’re not one of those women you throw out regularly.”

Tony looked embarra.s.sed for a moment, but quickly recovered.

As the CEO of a weapons corporation, how could he survive in society if he cared about his reputation?

“Yes or no?” Luke said, “If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t bother to have to make a special trip to America.”

Tony mulled over it as he considered Luke’s deal.

A few minutes later, he nodded slowly. “I can get you some palladium, but the amount…”

Luke simply nodded. “It’s not like I’m going to use it to make bombs. Just give me two pounds.”

Tony choked again.

He was a businessman.

He didn’t like bargaining with other people – that was someone else’s responsibility in the company – but it was common for other people to haggle with him.

He really wasn’t used to people who didn’t mince words when talking to him.

Luke didn’t care. He was just making a casual remark.

When he had money in the future, he would naturally obtain palladium from other sources, so he didn’t have to look for Tony anymore.

Tony might be acting obedient now, but he was very shrewd.

His puny life was currently in Luke’s hands. Although Luke had no intention of killing him, as one of the most successful arms dealers in the world, how could Tony trust anyone?

For many bigshots, grat.i.tude from being saved wasn’t important.

At most, they would be grateful for a while after they were rescued, but once their lives weren’t in danger, these bigshots would habitually weigh their gains and losses.

It wasn’t uncommon to sell out their saviors if they could get something in return.

For example, when Luke saved Tony just now, the tyc.o.o.n didn’t feel grateful to him, or at least, it didn’t meet the system’s requirements.

Luke wasn’t surprised.

Only an idiot would think that Tony, who had been a major arms dealer for more than ten years, would be sincere and treat someone like a brother.

Unless enough time and experience was involved, he wouldn’t trust anyone.

Luke understood this very well, since he was the same.

Tony’s expression went through a series of changes for a long moment before he finally nodded. “Deal.”

Two pounds of palladium was far from critical ma.s.s, and could only be used as fuel. That matched what Luke said earlier.

But even if Luke wanted more, Tony would agree first.

Whatever Luke wanted, Tony would agree to it.

Whether or not he would actually do it, and as for the exact amount, he could think about it after he escaped.

After everything he had been through recently, Tony learned one thing: When you were under someone else’s roof, you should lower your head.

It wasn’t a loss of face to feign civility with the enemy when necessary.

Luke secretly chuckled when he got Tony’s promise.

Given the system’s existence, he couldn’t randomly take someone else’s things for himself.

No matter how much of a contraband palladium might be, Luke wouldn’t steal it.

While two pounds of palladium was valuable, it was nothing compared with Tony’s life.

Luke didn’t force Tony to take the deal; if Tony overthought it, that was his problem.

If the tyc.o.o.n wanted to renege on his debt, Luke could simply take two pounds of palladium off him.

Since it was part of the deal, the system naturally wouldn’t deduct his credit points.

This deal was essentially the same kind as when Weyland hired Luke, except that what Tony would be giving Luke wasn’t money.

Satisfied with the deal, Luke turned around and left. “I’m leaving. Be careful.”

Tony was stunned. “You…”

Luke said, “I don’t want to be arrested by your soldiers. Hehe, they don’t have a very good reputation.”

Tony was lost for words and could only watch the white figure leave the cave and disappear.

For a moment, he couldn’t help but wonder: Why did this White Wolf look like he couldn’t wait to leave? Is it because he’s jealous that I’m too handsome?

As soon as he had that thought, he smelled the “strong” “masculine scent” on him, and came back to himself – was it because White Wolf couldn’t take much more of Tony’s “charms”?

Ignoring the tyc.o.o.n’s suspicions, Luke jogged out of the valley.

He wasn’t worried about Tony’s safety.

He had confirmed the deaths of all the criminals in the valley with his own hands, and there was no one in the vicinity.

The person Tony had contacted earlier was Happy.

Clearly, Tony was highly suspicious of the US military and didn’t want the military to know that he had been rescued.

Happy was his loyal confidante, and had special authority in certain emergencies. He could mobilize Tony’s private troop to take action.

Tony was an arms dealer; he had never been innocent. It was just that he rarely did these things himself.

Now was naturally the time to mobilize this private troop.

Luke didn’t really leave.

After he left the valley, he returned to the cave and waited for the surveillance footage from the drone.

Although it was a little inconvenient, he was happy to put up with it when he read the system notification.

System: Eliminate an important branch of Ten Rings and kill the leader, Raza. Mission accomplished.

Total experience: 12,000. Total credit: 12,000.

Contribution rate: 90%. EXP +10,800. Credit +10,800.

The members of Ten Rings had done a lot of evil deeds, and each of them was worth 50 experience and credit points.

In a regular gang, a member had to be a minor leader in order to be worth this many experience and credit points, but there were more than two hundred people here.

This cream of the crop had been ripe for the picking. This had been a huge opportunity for Luke; how could he not be satisfied?

But another notification gave Luke a headache.

System: Save Tony Stark. Mission accomplished.

Total experience: 100. Total credit: 100.

Contribution rate: 100%. EXP +100. Credit +100.

Host’s experience: 62,100/100,000.

Credit: 80,900