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'Nothing, its just my grand father was in hitlers camp back then, then Mr.Smith kidnapped us here" Amelia said to ease out the tension.

Jack then left the room after fucking her for four hour's.

Next day, after Jack took a Shower he sat down on the couch of his room and was contemplating where he should abandon the Idea of being involved with these German criminal's who still wants to hold there legacy.

Jack then opened his System Random Shop because as he was bored with playing with these Motherfuckers, he thought Amanda was great but she was also kind of brain washed and Amelia seemed to be a little sick in the head, he could make something for them as a medicine but question is do they want it?

[ Random Shop : The Sky Blue Pendant = 1,000,000€ | 23.45.54]

Jack then went to the living room downstairs, Mr.Smith was also there, he nodded at Jack then said " General Holt will be here for negotiating with us "

Jack nodded his head and sat down calmly on the couch.

The heavy silence in the room was broken only by the ticking of an antique clock on the wall, a reminder that time was both an ally and enemy in this negotiation. Jack's fingers drummed idly against the polished surface of the table as he awaited the arrival of General Holt.Mr.Smith almost peed his pants because the tension escalated in the past few minutes, Seating Infront a Level 150 was no joke,but he didn't dared to show it. This meeting was bigger than Jack as it has money and if he can he'll be becoming a superhero himself .

Just as the air seemed to thicken with uncertainty, the door of the living room swung open, and a figure entered, instantly commanding attention. The man who walked in was tall, with an almost imposing presence. General Holt was everything Jack had imagined: sharp, calculating, and keenly aware of his surroundings. His uniform was pristine, decorated with the insignia of the Army Chief of Special Division, a title that spoke volumes of his influence.

There was also a level bubble on his head Jack saw Level : 455 Commander.

The moment Holt stepped across the threshold, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. He held himself with military precision—his movements deliberate, his posture straight, and his eyes focused and unwavering. Without a word, he scanned the room, his gaze flicking first to Jack, who stood up immediately, then to Mr.Smith, who was pretending to be calm.

"Gentlemen," General Holt said with a low, gravelly voice, "I trust this meeting is as important as it's been made out to be?"

The way he spoke made it clear that he wasn't just a soldier; he wanted to verify ifbthe News was true, if they can really provide something such miraculous.

"Indeed, General," Jack responded smoothly, his voice steady as he gestured to the chair across the table. "Please, take a seat. We have a lot to discuss."

Holt nodded briefly and took his seat without hesitation. He wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter, his sharp eyes locking onto the vial of serum that sat at the center of the table.

"So," Holt said, his voice firm. "This is what you're offering? A serum that can turn ordinary soldiers into super soldiers?"

Jack didn't flinch. Instead, he slid the vial of serum forward with calculated precision. "Yes, General. This serum will enhance physical strength, speed, and recovery time. It will change the way we think about warfare. Think about it: an army of soldiers who don't tire, who can fight longer, harder, and survive anything the battlefield throws at them."

Holt's fingers hovered above the vial but didn't touch it. His expression remained unreadable. "I don't deal in promises, Doctor Jack. I deal in results. You say this serum can do all that, but how do I know it won't come with a price? There are always side effects with this kind of thing."

"I assure you, General," Jack said, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife, "there are no side effects. The serum has been tested—extensively. The results speak for themselves. We've developed this to a point where it's stable, and it can be mass-produced, and If you've called me Doctor Jack it means you know what I am capable of"

Holt's eyes narrowed there was a small smile in his lips but skepticism still present in his gaze. "And I'm supposed to take your word for it? You could have just as easily developed this to manipulate us, for all I know. You're asking for twenty billion dollars. That's not a small sum."

Jack didn't flinch under Holt's scrutiny, but was astonished hearing twenty billion dollars as he was certain this thing was not that valuable, because as a doctor he has made that miraculous drug which he sold for forty billion now this trash is half of that price?

General Holt's gaze turned cold. "It's a lot of money to gamble, Doctor Jack. The government doesn't just throw money around for a gamble."

"I don't gamble, General," Jack replied sharply. "I offer deals that win. You want this power, you'll pay for it. I've got the product, you've got the funds. It's that simple."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The General studied Jack for a moment, clearly sizing him up. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he glanced over at Mr. Smith, as if he needed reassurance from the other man. But Smith remained silent, his eyes glued to the general. It was clear that both men were fully aware of the gravity of the situation—this wasn't just about a transaction, it was about setting the stage for something far bigger.

Finally, Holt spoke again, his tone heavy with authority. "You've got balls, Doctor Jack. I'll give you that. But we can't jump into something this big without thorough vetting. The serum might be everything you say it is, but we need time to evaluate its effects and potential for long-term use. Twenty billion is a lot, but we can't just hand it over on blind trust alone."

Jack's lips curled into a knowing smile, unfazed by the general's cautious approach. "I understand your concerns, General. But let me be clear—time is a luxury you don't have. We can supply you with a small initial batch—test it out, see the results firsthand. Once you've seen what it can do, we can finalize the deal."

Holt leaned back in his chair, his fingers still tapping rhythmically on the table. "I'll need to consult with higher-ups. But for now, let's say I'm willing to entertain the idea.However, the price still stands as an issue. This is high-risk, Jack, and I'm not in the business of throwing billions into the wind."

Jack's response was swift and confident. "The price is non-negotiable. You get what you pay for, General. If you want the serum, it's yours. But the cost is fixed. If the army wants this power, it'll need to pay for it, just like any other valuable asset."

The two men locked eyes for a moment, the tension in the room palpable. General Holt, for all his military discipline and experience, knew that Jack was right. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and passing it up could mean losing a strategic edge in the coming years. But Holt's pride wouldn't let him show any weakness.

"I'll need time," he said, his voice a little less certain now. "We'll test the serum. Then we'll talk more."

Jack stood, his movements deliberate and controlled, as he fixed the general with a look that showed no sign of backing down. "Take all the time you need, General. But remember, the price remains the same. We can do business now, or we can walk away. Your call."

Holt rose slowly from his seat, his expression still unreadable. "I'll get back to you," he said, his tone almost dismissive. "You'll have your answer soon."

Jack gave a small nod, not taking his eyes off the general. "We'll be waiting."

As General Holt turned and exited the room, the door closing softly behind him, Jack turned to Mr. Smith. "The deal's in motion now. We'll have our answer soon, and when we do, we'll be ready."

" I thought i need to kill you for this, You've made some mistakes Mr.Smith " Jack said as he smiledz the Azazel's sword was hovering around Mr.Smith.