At this mont, General Powell was utterly speechless.
The scene he had just witnessed had shaken him to the core.
A massive fortified structure had simply vanished in a dazzling blue light, making him feel as though he had stepped into a futuristic sci-fi world.
"This… This is unbelievable."
Powell's expression was dazed, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Mr. Mason, how… How did you achieve this?"
After the initial shock wore off, Powell regained his composure, his eyes now filled with uncontainable excitent.
This missile was exactly what the military had been dreaming of.
Its speed was astonishing, and its destructive power was beyond comprehension. The fortified structure that had been obliterated just now—by Powell's estimate, a conventional missile strike would have required at least three or four missiles to achieve the sa level of destruction.
Yet the Ares Missile had accomplished the task with a single strike.
"It truly lives up to its na. Ares… The God of War Missile," Powell muttered in admiration.
In Western mythology, Ares was the god of war, and now, this missile had proven itself worthy of that legendary title.
"Ten million dollars per unit," Gene Mason said with a casual smile. "No discounts. For the sake of peace, of course."
Powell's mouth opened as if to say sothing, but he hesitated. Before he could even think of negotiating, Gene continued,
"I'm glad everyone got to witness the power of the Ares Missile. However… that was just the appetizer."
His words sent a wave of shock through the crowd.
The Ares Missile was just the appetizer?
The sheer devastation they had just witnessed—was only a warm-up?
A helicopter roared overhead, and monts later, several hulking figures leaped out, plumting toward the ground.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The impact of tal slamming into the earth sent tremors through the area.
"Ladies and gentlen, allow to introduce the pinnacle of Mason Industries' technology—the T-600 Terminator!"
A collective gasp rippled through the audience.
They stared in stunned silence, their minds struggling to process what they were seeing.
"My God… what in the world is that?"
"T-600?"
"Is this so kind of joke?"
"Holy hell…"
"Even Tony Stark's Iron Man suit doesn't look this intimidating!"
"A humanoid combat robot?"
The T-600 Terminator stood in the center of the field—a towering, humanoid machine clad in a gleaming silver endoskeleton.
Its skeletal fra was unmistakably robotic, yet eerily human. A cold, expressionless tallic face and piercing red electronic eyes gave it an aura of pure lethality.
Even without moving, it radiated a terrifying presence.
This was a machine built for war.
A deep, synthetic voice cut through the tension:
"T-600 reporting to the commander."
The sound was devoid of emotion, yet carried an undeniable authority.
Gene Mason turned to the crowd.
"Everyone, this is the result of Mason Industries' cutting-edge research—the T-600 Combat Android."
"The exoskeleton is forged from a proprietary alloy, making it highly resistant to conventional weapons. It is powered entirely by electric energy, eliminating the need for fossil fuels…"
Gene proceeded to detail the T-600's specifications, but Powell had already stopped listening.
His heart was pounding.
"M-Mr. Mason…" Powell swallowed hard. "Are you really putting these robots up for sale?"
He was barely able to contain his excitent.
Compared to the T-600, the Ares Missile was nothing more than a toy.
This was a true ga-changer.
The audience erupted into chaos.
"This… This is the ultimate war machine!"
"How did Mason Industries even develop sothing like this?!"
"Will human soldiers even be needed on the battlefield anymore?"
"This is pure technological genius!"
"It can withstand direct hits from a tank?! That's insane!"
"My God… If they rework this design for civilian applications, the potential is enormous!"
Among the crowd was Justin Hamr, the CEO of Hamr Industries.
His face was twisted in frustration, his expression like that of a man who had just swallowed a bucket of lemons.
First, Tony Stark had revolutionized military technology with his Iron Man suit.
Now, Gene Mason had unveiled the T-600 Terminator—a fully automated, mass-producible combat machine.
Hamr Industries, which had long been struggling to compete with Stark Industries, was now falling even further behind.
His face darkened.
But at this mont, no one cared about Justin Hamr.
All eyes were on Gene Mason, the man who had just redefined modern warfare.
The crowd surged toward him like a frenzied mob.
"Mr. Mason! How does the T-600's internal system operate?"
"Mr. Mason! What is the annual production capacity of the T-600?"
"Mr. Mason! Are you really planning to sell these to the military?"
"Mr. Mason! How do you compare the T-600 to Tony Stark's Iron Man suit?"
Several T-600 units stepped forward, their glowing red eyes scanning the approaching crowd.
The mob instantly froze.
Faced with the cold, chanical stare of the Terminators, no one dared take another step.
Gene chuckled. "For any further inquiries, please refer to my AI assistant, Skynet."
With that, he turned and walked toward the VIP lounge.
General Powell hurriedly followed, his excitent barely contained.
"Mr. Mason, today has been beyond incredible! I need to speak with the Departnt of Defense before I can finalize an order for the T-600."
"Take your ti, General. No rush." Gene smiled.
"But actually, there's soone I'd like to ask you about."
Powell paused. "Who?"
"General Thaddeus Ross," Gene said with a knowing smirk.
Powell frowned. "Ross? After the… incident he was involved in, he's been sidelined. Why do you ask?"
"I just need a small favor from him," Gene replied cryptically.
Because the person he was really looking for…
Was a certain, green rage monster.
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