Stark Industries was established. Alan Technologies invested, holding 30% of the shares, with the entire operation fully controlled and managed by Howard. In the current environment, Howard's more advanced research couldn't be commercialized, so he accumulated their initial capital through daily necessities. Of course, Stark Industries would become a leader in the military-industrial complex in the future, especially once Tony took over, soaring to new heights.
For now, though, their main products were depilatory cream and electric tricycles.
America was experiencing President Roosevelt's New Deal, and the wealth of the people had improved slightly. Women began to once again put on the kind of stockings that could conquer both men and banks, but their body hair was often particularly abundant. As the depilatory cream hit the shelves, it sold out on the first day, with businessmen lining up daily to become agents. Orders for the electric tricycles were already scheduled into the next year. The economy had recovered, but people didn't have much money; a car was a major purchase. The sudden appearance of the electric three-wheeler, which could not only carry people to and from work but also transport goods, was a perfect fit for the era.
The team decided to celebrate their success with a trip to the beach.
Alan, Steve, Howard, and Wilson were wearing only their shorts, enjoying the sun. Alan squinted at the distant water, where beautiful women in sexy bikinis were playing. His eyes were serious and critical as he said righteously, "Humph, I don't take capitalism's sugar-coated bullets seriously. I am above such temptations." He said this without blinking, never missing a single turbulent scene.
"My dear son, a warrior's greatest taboo is indulging in beauty. Lust is a steel knife that scrapes the bones. You are not like me; I was born with supreme bones that are hard and cheap," Alan persuaded earnestly.
Steve looked puzzled. "Why do you keep calling me that?" Alan only treated him as his son because of the improved super-serum, so he didn't argue too much. After all, he was a mentally ill person. How could he be expected to listen to reason?
Alan just smiled and said nothing.
"Ahhh!"
"Help!"
"There are sharks in the sea!"
Suddenly, the tourists on the beach panicked, fleeing to the shore. At some point, a shark fin had appeared, slicing through the water.
"Yeah! I've wanted a shark pet for a long time!" Alan rushed into the sea excitedly. However, Steve took the lead, diving into the waves. The shark was chasing a woman. Perhaps because she was too anxious to escape, the woman got a cramp. She struggled and thrashed in place, only able to watch as the shark approached.
"Don't be afraid! I'm here to save you!" Steve, filled with a strong sense of justice, charged toward the shark using the butterfly stroke, hoping to defeat the beast single-handedly.
"Help, my leg is cramping!" the woman screamed, looking like she wanted to cry but had no tears.
Splash!
Steve intercepted the shark, and the two began fighting in the sea. The woman felt a moment of relief, but the next second she was startled to find herself floating on the surface of the water. It was Alan, who had swum beneath her and was now lifting her up on his shoulders.
"Mmm…" Alan looked up at the majestic mountains before him, breathing heavily through his nostrils. "I feel a part of my body turning to stone."
At this moment, Howard and Wilson, who were anxiously waiting on the beach, had taken off their sunglasses, their eyes wide as if petrified.
"A natural talent."
"Greatness comes from tolerance."
The woman reacted, protecting her chest, and ran straight for the resort hotel as soon as she reached the shore. Alan and the other two couldn't help but look disappointed, secretly regretting that they hadn't been able to take a closer look at the spectacle. They paid no attention to Steve, who was still fighting in the sea.
Within a few minutes, Steve dragged a strange-looking shark ashore.
"Holy crap, it's Nanaue," Alan said, noticing the bra cup in the creature's hand. He kicked him on the nose and said angrily, "I didn't expect you to be such a perverted shark, taking off people's bras."
"Don't hit Nanaue!" The Shark King tried to protect his face with his hands, but because they were too short, he could only cover the ends of his nose. He explained pitifully, "Nanaue just wanted to return what she dropped. Nanaue never meant to hurt anyone."
"A talking, humanoid shark," Howard said, full of curiosity. "Is this a new species or a genetic mutation?"
"Nanaue's dad is a shark god, and his mom is a human," Nanaue's adorable appearance made people let down their guard.
"A demigod! I knew he was the descendant of an Old God," Alan confirmed. This was the silly villain King Shark, and the character background was exactly the same.
"Old God?" Steve gave him a quizzical look.
"New gods come, old gods go," Alan said, not sure himself but liking to talk nonsense anyway. "They're a bunch of outdated stars with no fans. Any old wizard can beat the old gods with one hand and make them scream."
"What about the New Gods?" Steve demanded.
"They're the popular hot-shots," Alan casually explained. "A little bit of their garbage can cause a natural disaster, and the awesome New Gods can poke a finger through a planet."
"…"
Alan inserted a finger into Nanaue's nostrils and asked viciously, "Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to human society? Otherwise, I will knock you down."
"Nanaue ran away from home. Nanaue didn't want to marry the hammerhead shark princess. Nanaue has no friends on Shark Island." As Nanaue spoke, he began to feel depressed, his little eyes becoming dull.
"Doesn't the Shark God have any common sense? Great white sharks and hammerhead sharks are reproductively isolated. You should be mating with pink dolphins." Alan inserted the fingers of his other hand into Nanaue's other nostril and said domineeringly, "Acknowledge me as your master, and I will introduce you to a pink dolphin girl."
"Is master a friend?" Nanaue asked simply.
"Well, you can understand it that way, but you have to listen to your master," Alan said, holding up the shark's head with great joy. "The pink dolphin has smooth skin and a nice voice. I will help you catch a dolphin."
"Hehe… Nanaue wants to catch dolphins with master. Nanaue likes pink dolphins." Nanaue readily agreed to become his pet.
The three people standing by were dumbfounded, wondering if creatures from the sea were just naturally stupid. He had been fooled by just a few words.
"Boss, give me an ice cream cone." Walking to the ice cream stand on the beach, Alan wanted to buy a cone for Nanaue. As soon as the stall owner saw the human-shaped shark, he immediately dropped the ice cream truck and ran away screaming.
"Where are the monsters?" Alan looked around nervously. "Did Godzilla come ashore?"
"Is there a possibility that he's talking about Nanaue?" Steve reminded awkwardly.
Beep, beep, beep…
Sirens sounded and police cars came roaring. Many detectives relied on their car doors for cover and shouted, "Don't move! Put your hands up!"
"Headquarters, please call in a biological expert. A humanoid shark was found at the scene. I repeat, it's a humanoid shark, and it's holding an ice cream cone."
Surrounded by the police, Alan raised his hands in surrender, and Nanaue followed suit.
"Don't be nervous, man. I'm one of you. I work for S.H.I.E.L.D.," Howard tried to explain, but was warned by a gunshot into the air.
"This guy is about to attack the police! Empty the magazine immediately if anything happens!"
"Hey! I'm one of the good guys!" Howard felt wronged and angry, and could only raise his hands and not dare to move.
At this moment, another roar came from the distance. Armored vehicles quickly surrounded the police cars, and Colonel Phillips said through a loudspeaker, "Stop! They are important personnel of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
For a time, the military and the police were in a standoff.
"Damn it! Criminals these days can get armored vehicles! Don't trust them so easily!" a police officer shouted back.
"This is Colonel Phillips of the Army! Are your eyes just for show?"
"Listen here, pal! I'm the President of the United States for all I care! Now you get out of that tin can and surrender, or I'll personally introduce your face to the asphalt!"
"You are very good. Really, very good."
"It's no use praising me. Now I'm definitely going to connect you end-to-end."
Seeing that the two sides were in a stalemate, Alan decided to take action and add to the beautiful chaos.
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