Marvel: Fusion

The so-called firewall intrusion does not mean directly breaking through the opponent's firewall. After all, that method is too low and will be noticed instantly, especially in the face of artificial intelligence like Jarvis.

So what Jude did was not to attack, but to let the firewall recognize your legal status and allow you to access with a reasonable identity.

The advantage of doing this is that the other party often realizes it later. After you have done everything you want to do, or even left, the other party has not reacted, or even in this life.

When Jude hacked into Tony Stark's account and first took away 10 billion US dollars, there was no way, sometimes making money is as simple as that.

But it doesn't matter whether money is money or not. To teach Tony a lesson, money alone is not enough. He directly activated the highest authority and called up the steel armor that Tony is currently researching.

A set of design drawings of mechanical armor with a very complex structure was presented in front of him, and Mark 5 was also marked in the upper right corner.

"It turned out to be the fifth-generation armor. If I remember correctly, it should be the one with the suitcase. Very good, it's you."

After downloading a copy of the blueprint, Jude directly exited the Jarvis system, shut down the computer, patted his ass and left.

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New York City, Daily Bugle.

A taxi stopped in front of the newspaper building, and Ivy stepped into the gate of the newspaper office in professional attire and 3cm high-heeled shoes.

The front desk lady's heart skipped a beat when she saw her. There was no other reason. Everyone knew that the newspaper was acquired by the Wayne Group because of wanton slander.

Former boss J. Jonah Jameson and his favorite Eddie Brock have been fired for this, and the Wayne headquarters has also dispatched a new president by airborne.

And just yesterday, Ivy's photo had been circulated in the newspaper.

The new president especially emphasized her identity, and sternly warned everyone that if you don't want to get out, keep your eyes open. If you are caught by this lady, no matter whose relationship you are with, be ready to get out.

The front desk lady trotted up to Ivy, bowed her head slightly and said respectfully, "Hello, is this Miss Ivy Pepper?"

"Huh? You know me?"

Upon hearing this answer, the front desk lady immediately confirmed Ivy's identity.

"Of course, as the honorary president assigned by the headquarters, I think no one in the newspaper does not know you."

Feeling the awe of the girl who was about her own age in front of her, Ivy felt a strange feeling in her heart.

"Is this the smell of power? Is this the power of capital? I used to be like her, but now I can control her destiny. This feeling...is really good."

"Very well, what's your name?"

"Cynthia, miss."

"Okay Cynthia, go to work, you're fine."

The girl at the front desk immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and a gleam of joy flashed in her heart. This new boss left a good impression on her. Maybe she will be treated as one of her own in the future. If she is lucky, she might even climb a level.

But she didn't know that Ivy was just imitating the movies she had seen, and she, who was inexperienced, was imitating the tone and demeanor of those executive beauties in the movies.

After dismissing the front desk lady, Ivy went to the elevator. According to the plot in the movie, she should go to meet the president now, but when she entered the elevator, she suddenly found that she didn't know which floor the president's office was on.

"Wow... This is a bit embarrassing. I should let Cynthia lead the way, but it's too embarrassing to call her now."

Just as she was thinking about what to do, a figure rushed into the elevator.

"Thank you for waiting for me, otherwise I would be late again."

A big boy who looked to be in his twenties ran to Ivy, and then hurriedly pressed the elevator.

"By the way, which floor are you going to?"

"Well... the president's office is on which floor,

I will go to a few floors. "

The big boy froze for a moment, then looked back at the woman behind him, his pupils contracted slightly.

"You...you are Miss Ivy Pepper, the newly appointed honorary president of the newspaper at the Gotham headquarters."

Ivy once again felt the influence of power and capital, and smiled slightly: "You are?"

"Peter Parker, a special correspondent for the Daily Bugle. My specialty is shooting Spider-Man. You know him, right, a good neighbor of New Yorkers." Peter said and offered his hand.

Ivy shook hands with him: "Hi Peter, it looks like you are an old man from the newspaper office, and it's my first time here, so can you help me lead the way?"

Peter's eyes lit up, although he could see that Miss Ivy didn't seem to know much about business, because the special reporters were not employees of the newspaper office, and most of them were outsiders specially hired for certain things, for example, he was specialized in Spiderman.

But so what? This Ms. Ivy is the honorary president assigned by the headquarters, and she has a lot of supervisory power. If she can speak for herself, it should be much easier to formally join the Bugle Daily.

"Of course, I am willing to help you!"

The two went up all the way, and the elevator soon stopped at the 21st floor.

"Miss Ivy, the president's office is on this floor, please follow me."

Stepping out of the elevator, Peter Parker led the way graciously. There was no way, he really needed a formal job, instead of delivering food while taking photos of Spider-Man.

Uncle Ben is dead, and Aunt Mei is getting old now. He has to take care of the family. He hopes to let the old man enjoy his old age in peace, so earning money, business, is not shabby.

Suddenly, Peter Parker's spider sense came into play, he slowed down, and took the initiative to block in front of Ivy.

Then there was a bang, and a glass door in front of the two was smashed, and a man fell to the corridor, surrounded by glass shards.

Two security guards also rushed out from the house, pinning the man to the ground and immobilizing him.

"Eddie Brock, be honest, I don't want to use the stun gun!" a security guard yelled.

The man who fell on the ground pitifully begged for mercy: "Please, Mr. Harvey, I swear that all the reports were not from my original intention. Jameson forced me to write them. If I don't write them, I will be fired by him." of."

"Now that I'm submitting my resume, no one wants to hire me. They all say they can't hire someone who is on the Wayne Group's blacklist, so please let me go."

At this time, another man in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the room. It was Harvey Jones, who was the president of the Airborne Bugle Daily a few days ago.

The middle-aged man looked down at Eddie Brock: "Everyone must be responsible for their own actions. When you wantonly smear the Wayne Group, you have to think about the consequences. Go away, or I will call the police."

Eddie Brock only felt that his career was over, and his life was over.