"God", Obadai drank a large sip of red wine, and as soon as the wine flowed into his stomach, he felt a warm current burst from his stomach in a few seconds.

In an instant, he let out a cold sweat, and then was blown by the cold wind of spring, and his hands and feet were a little cold.

And not only that, when he was warm, although the rest of his body was also effective, curing him of some minor problems caused by his sixties, but the most surprising thing for Obadai was that his waist seemed to be alive.

How long has it been since I've felt this sudden heartbeat?

Standing up, he picked up the bottle of red wine from the plate of the battle robot and looked at it.

Seeing the sign in the style of Devonhill Castle on it, Obadi looked back at William Dao, who was staring at the sea,

"How much is a bottle, I want ten boxes".

William rolled his eyes, is this pretending to be rich on his head?

He didn't have the heart to answer at all, so he snapped his fingers without looking back.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stan, but this red wine, which increases the activity of human cells and increases longevity in disguise, costs a million pounds a bottle.

And Miss Jesse Barrett, who is in charge of the Devon Hill family's wine business, has a rule that each person can only buy one bottle a month.

Reservations are not accepted and only sold to those who have received an invitation from the Devon Hill family".

"A million pounds? You're not kidding me".

said so, but Obadai felt that if William's things were not sold for a sky-high price, he would suspect that there was a problem.

Holding the bottle tightly, he walked over to William and leaned against the iron railing of the yacht, "Are you sure this thing will increase its lifespan?"

William glanced sideways at Obadi, whose eyes were shining, and said with a smile, "It's not about increasing lifespan, it's about increasing cell vitality."

Let the cells in your body only divide 50 to 60 times, and then divide them once or twice, or even five or six times, and increase the lifespan by a few years, more than ten years, as for this statement, do you believe it or not",

William shrugged, "I don't care about that million pounds, even if a hundred people buy it, it's only 1.2 billion pounds in a year."

Moreover, this thing was not sold to you ordinary people in the first place, some people begged me to buy it."

"Not for ordinary people?"

Obadiah instantly grasped the point of the question, "Do you mean that this thing is more effective for wizards and magicians who correspond to werewolves, vampires, and the like?"

William paused in surprise, "Okay, it's worthy of being at the helm of a super-large group, and the ability to accept things is fast."

"Hell, William, don't take me for an old fool", Obadai said angrily, "Although I am over sixty years old, my mind is still clear, and my energy is full of energy because the stock price has risen sharply in recent years, and my private money has become more and more energetic.

Since we know that werewolves and vampires exist, there must be forces that can fight against these monsters, otherwise we would have become their food long ago."

"Hehe", William smiled, but without saying what Obadai wanted to hear, the angry Obadai pointed to his wine glass to the robot.

He took the glass and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, then poured a large glass and drank it in one gulp, not intending to leave it to William at all.

After two cups in a row, Obadai completely believed William's words this time, and almost moaned with his eyes closed in comfort.

"For the sake of the fact that I've earned at least $500 million for you every year in the past few years, how about giving me a share of two bottles a month?"

"I'm sorry, but the production of this stuff is only about 100 liters a month at most, and there are only about 133 bottles of 750 millilitres of wine," William said, "except for the women in the family, there are not many bottles left every month."

Even if there is so much wine in the treasure gourd that William's own family has drunk it for several years, and there is no need to fill new wine into the gourd, he will only say that the production is not enough.

Otherwise, how can those who are invited, willing to spend a million pounds to buy it, and still feel that they are respected, and that they are more important than others in William's heart?

Even though Obadai was scolding in his heart, he didn't dare to show any emotion on his face, but said in a soft tone, "Then it's okay for me and Tony to have a bottle alone, right?"

It doesn't take William to know if Obadai is going to tell Tony Stark that he swallowed that share.

£2 million a month, less than $3 million is really nothing to Obadei, not to mention that he, who has experienced the benefits, like all people who are afraid of death, wants to get a share no matter what.

William, who had been pestered with some headaches, really understood for the first time how difficult an old guy who put down his face was difficult, and listening to Obadeirori's half-nonsense, William could only nod and agree to give him a share of the two bottles.

Taking the gift box that the battle robot had taken from the yacht, Obadi smiled contentedly and said, "Thank you, thank you, William, thank you for being considerate of a rich old man."

With this stuff, when I go back to the West Coast in the future, the Hollywood girls who want to post it all the time won't be disappointed."

Obadai, who gave William a teasing look, smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely take the initiative to help you promote this wine, and the Devon Hill family will soon become the family that the upper echelons of the whole country want to get to know the most."

William smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Don't have too many people, otherwise it's not a good thing to disappoint too many people."

Obadai nodded with a smile, "Don't worry, people who haven't reached a certain level are not qualified to know."

After calling his banker and transferring three million pounds to Jesse's winery account, Obadiah said goodbye to William with a smile and took a Transformers helicopter back to his hilltop villa on the outskirts of London.

Grab your henchmen and hop on a private jet straight back to New York.

As soon as William waited for Obadai to leave, he teleported back to his manor and worked out happily with Abigail and Jesse, who had been waiting for a day.

Seven hours later, Obadai, who had just landed at a private airport in New York, looked at the time, and it was almost 2 a.m. New York time.

Obadai, who didn't want to delay the time and avoid an accident when he saw William, picked up his phone and called Tony Stark after thinking about it.

The phone rang for dozens of seconds, and just when Obadai thought that Tony was rare and fell asleep, the phone suddenly connected.

"Hey, Stan, what are you doing with me so late?"

As soon as Tony's words were finished, a few female voices came from the earphones, and Obadai's head went black, and his feelings for Tony Stark were still very entangled.

How do you say that, the highest level of acting is to deceive yourself into it.

Anyone who wants to create a good character for his elders will treat the other party as a nephew after he deceives himself into saying that Tony is my nephew for more than ten years.

So Obadai is thinking about how to take over the Stark Group on the one hand, and on the other hand, he hopes that Tony Stark can be an ideal successor.

Now that he knew that Tony was still hanging out with women at two o'clock in the morning, it was strange that Obadi's mood could be good.

"I've just come back from London and I've got a bottle of magic wine from William Devonhill, if you don't have time, forget it."

Obadi, who deliberately said this, waited quietly for a few seconds, and then heard Tony's somewhat puzzled voice, "Are you sure you fought for me, not the other party, or you paid for it?"

Obadai smiled at the corner of his mouth, "A million pounds a bottle, do you think that stingy William Devonhill will give it to me?"

"A million pounds, what are you kidding, Stan".

A million pounds is nothing to Stark, but apart from bluffs with bottles and diamonds, the auction record for a real wine only is never a million pounds.

And Stark, who has known Obadai for decades, knows very well that with Obadai's shrewdness, it is not really a good thing, and he will not spend a million pounds to buy it, let alone say that he won it himself.

"Wait for me, I'll go to your house at once".

"Wait, Tony, I just got off the plane and I'm still at the airport in New York, if you're in New York, let's go to a safe place and talk about things that need to be kept secret."

"Something that needs to be kept secret?"

In an instant, Tony Stark thought of pledging 5% of the bank's Stark Group shares and lending $15 billion.

His expression instantly became serious, and he said in a low voice, "Let's go to Stark Tower, I'll wait for you on the top floor."

Hanging up the phone, Tony immediately changed his face and shouted at the girls in his Long Island Manor, "Sorry, the party is over, you can go".

After speaking, without waiting for a few coolly dressed women to say anything, he walked out of the indoor pool by himself, changed into civilian clothes and drove towards Stark Building.

"Jarvis, can you help me find out what Obadai did in London?"

It took a minute for Jarvis to reply, "Sorry, Mr. Stark, I only found out that Mr. Stan had taken a private jet to London 26 hours ago,

Eight hours ago, you boarded a private jet to a private airport in London and spent seven hours back in New York before you got a call from Mr. Stan.

In the intervening ten hours, all the surveillance was erased first.

As far as I can tell, the other party is also an artificial intelligence, and the computing speed is far faster than mine."

Stark immediately knew that it must be an artificial intelligence created by William, and he believed Tony, who was full of it, thought for a while and said, "Let's see if I can find something useful from the other party."

But the result was completely different from what he thought, and only five seconds Jarvis suddenly issued a warning,

"Alarm, alarm, program is being invaded, is being invaded, the operation speed is much lower than the other party, unable to resist, unable to resist, activate the emergency plan, is automatically isolated, drop ~~~".

There was a rush of noise, and Tony exclaimed, "How is this possible?"

In less than ten seconds, the state-of-the-art computing host group that he spent more than a billion dollars to build, as well as the defense program he built, plus the firewall after Jarvis's self-learning in the past few years, was so easily breached?

Frightened, he immediately parked the car on the side of the road in the middle of the night, and anxiously shouted into the headphones, "Talk, Jarvis, talk, how are you?"

Stark, who waited for more than ten seconds and didn't get any reply, scolded a few words, took out his mobile phone, and muttered while checking the phone number on his phone,

"Hell, what's that William Devon Hill bastard's phone number?"

At this time, it was only seven o'clock in the morning in London, and William, who was holding Abigail and sleeping by Jesse, heard the voice of Sunday in his ears.

"SIR, I just fought back against a cyber intrusion against Mr. Tony Stark's artificial intelligence Jarvis.

At present, the opponent's defense program has been breached, but within two seconds of entering the opponent's main server cluster, the opponent has actively cut off the network."

William, who was a little dazed, immediately opened his eyes when he heard this.

Stark, who doesn't seem to have built a steel armor yet, really has to build a separate server farm for Jarvis.

Otherwise, at this time, I would have let the artificial intelligence fly freely throughout the network, and William really gave Tony a thumbs up, and then scolded him for being big-hearted.

"Where's Jarvis' main server?"

As William spoke, he carefully let go of Abi, took Jesse's hand, and floated out of thin air to the bathroom, listening to Sunday's report in his ears,

"Marbury Beach, the underground of villa 10880, before I followed the past, the other party took the initiative to cut off the network and suggested that the spider robot and drone carrier group be dispatched."

William smiled at the corner of his mouth, Stark at this time was all focused on weapons, even if he broke through the last line of defense, he couldn't find many useful techniques.

And Sunday was developed by him based on Jarvis's upgraded version of Artificial Intelligence Friday.

Over the years, I have absorbed and digested the Predator spaceship, the Skrull spaceship, and the Kree spaceship occupied by the Skrull leader Taros, the technology of the intelligence system of the three alien civilizations,

The program itself is certainly much more technologically advanced than Tony Stark and Jarvis, who have never been out of Earth.

And Sunday, which has long been able to build its own servers, not to mention the number of servers, has absorbed three servers with alien technology, and it can completely crush the technology on Earth in terms of computing speed.

Just like what Saul said before, no matter how genius the genius on the earth is, there are limitations of overall science and technology, and they are definitely not as good as those races that have developed in the universe for tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years.

"Call Stark".

"Okay, SIR".

There were only two beeps and the call was connected.

After hearing the sound of 'Hello', William smiled and said, "I just asked Obadai to bring you a bottle of magic wine last night, and you let your artificial intelligence hack into my network early this morning to repay me?"

Or is it that you Mi Guoyan are so virtuous, you don't say hello, and then break into other people's houses and steal things?"

After listening to William's ridicule and accusations, Stark retorted without even thinking about it, "Hell, William Devon Hill, now it's your AI that has broken through Jarvis's defenses and put him in unforeseen danger."

"Then I have to apologize to you?" William frowned, "The robbery didn't work out, but I blamed the robbed person for making a mistake in counterattacking, Stark, you really deserve to be a Mi Guoyan."

You and those C1A leaders who I killed, the general has a virtue", William squinted, "I'm sorry, this world is not up to you now, bye-bye, Mr. Stark".

"Wait, wait".

Hearing Stark's anxious voice, William smiled at the corner of his mouth and silently waited for the other party to speak.

Stark, who was sitting in the car, moved his mouth several times, but he didn't say anything.

He waited three minutes before he stammered, "Okay, okay, I apologize, tell me how Jarvis is?"