The cemetery. The burial of Eric Stevenson.
"That fuel is still not enough," Tony stared at the descending coffin, his deep voice like that of a beast.
To Tony, Eric was his lifesaver, as well as a good brother, but he had been inexplicably killed by traitors in Somalia!
Dalio, who had just been promoted to CEO of the Rocksen Energy Group, feigned sorrow as he patted his shoulder.
"He was a good soldier, made the ultimate sacrifice for the country."
Tony raised his head and looked at Dalio, "That fuel is impressive, but the energy density is still inadequate."
"Do you have something better?" The latter raised an eyebrow.
"I can try something, but I need to observe Vibranium up close."
"This..." Dalio frowned, "But the Mei Country government has already designated the Atlas Group...What a lousy name, to handle the salvage."
"Then we'll take it from them."
Tony said this decisively, "To be precise, they are traitors. They attacked our own warship, our own soldiers.