Chapter 57: A Sincere Deal

Pepper Potts stepped forward and shook hands with Smith Dole.

"Hello, Mr. Smith."

"Hello, Ms. Potts."

After sitting down, she began:

"Mr. Smith, I've come to ask a great favor. One that may require the full strength of your organization."

Smith studied her calmly.

"That sounds serious—enough to mobilize all our forces."

Pepper's expression was filled with grief and urgency, though she tried to stay composed.

"Over two months ago, Tony Stark traveled to Afghanistan to deliver weapons to the U.S. military. After the transaction, while returning to base, his convoy was ambushed by unknown armed forces. No body was recovered—he's presumed kidnapped and remains missing."

"Both the military and our private teams have been searching nonstop—with zero results."

"I've learned that you wield substantial influence in the underground world. I hope you can mobilize your intelligence network to help us locate Tony Stark."

"Your channels may reveal things ours cannot."

Smith nodded. Everything aligned with his expectations. In truth, Tony could escape on his own—but helping now would earn him a valuable favor. And with Bulma's lab costs rising, this was perfect timing.

"Ms. Potts, I understand your request."

"As you mentioned, Tony Stark was abducted in Afghanistan—a difficult and expensive region to operate in. Locating him, rescuing him, and ensuring his safety will incur significant costs."

"How much are you willing to offer?"

Relieved that he didn't reject her outright, Pepper moved forward.

"If your organization can locate and rescue Tony, we're prepared to pay a substantial fee."

"Additionally, Stark Industries is willing to provide weapons and equipment, and—this is key—we're open to establishing a direct sales channel with your organization."

This was more than generous. A large payment was one thing. A batch of weapons—even better. But the real gem was access to Stark Industries' military sales pipeline. Officially, they sold only to governments, and only in bulk. A deal like this could empower any underground group.

Had this been the High Table, they'd be ecstatic. But Smith, now backed by Bulma, didn't need it as much. Still, the opportunity to gain so much while Tony was fated to survive on his own was too good to pass up.

"I'll need $100 million in specialized equipment."

"There are items I can't easily purchase due to restrictions—Stark Industries will need to help acquire them."

He knew many of the scientific tools and materials he needed would be hard to get through his shell companies. Some required government-level licenses.

Pepper nodded without hesitation.

"As long as you bring Tony back alive, the $100 million in gear is yours. Send me a list."

"I'll also honor the other two offers. And even if you don't find him, we'll still pay $10 million for your efforts."

She had laid all her cards on the table.

Rescuing Tony was worth far more than that. With his intellect, he could earn billions. Getting him back was invaluable.

Smith was impressed. She didn't haggle at all. The promise of payment even in failure showed genuine resolve.

Smiling, he extended his hand.

"Deal."

Pepper rose and shook his hand firmly.

"Then I'll send the $10 million as a deposit. Please do everything you can."

"As long as he's alive," Smith said confidently, "we'll bring him back."

Her face lit up with hope.

Happy remained silent the entire time, then escorted Pepper out.

John Wick, who had no idea what was discussed, asked curiously:

"Was it about the Dragon Balls?"

Smith shook his head.

"No. Tony Stark is missing. She wants our help. She offered $100 million in resources."

John looked relieved.

"Good. If that weapons giant knew about the Dragon Balls... the consequences could've been disastrous."

Then he blinked.

"Wait, that playboy went missing? I haven't kept up with the news. Anything you want me to do?"

Smith patted him on the shoulder.

"Focus on your training. You won't be flying at your current level."

John looked embarrassed.

"I'm not young anymore, and past battles left hidden injuries. Reaching peak human strength on my own might be impossible."

Smith thought for a moment.

"Coordinate the Continental's transition. Make sure no one mistakes it for the old hotel."

"As for your injuries—I'll let you try the Healing Chamber soon."

The Healing Chamber, developed by the Freeza Force, was overkill for this—but it would completely restore John's body.

John's eyes lit up.

"Thank you, Leader!"

(End of Chapter)

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