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"Yes," Anton said with a satisfied smile. "With this core technology, we can make a strong entrance into the market."

"But it's not enough," Jameson said, quickly regaining his composure. "Physical rehabilitation technology could make us the next Life Foundation at best, but we'd still be far behind Stark and Osborne."

"In addition to physical regeneration, I have plenty more that I haven't shown you yet," Anton replied confidently. "We're talking about arms, energy, and even breakthroughs in genetic engineering. Whatever you can imagine, we have it!" He grinned. "Limb regeneration is just the beginning."

"You're not lying to me?" Jameson turned to Anton, his eyes alight with a long-lost fighting spirit.

"Of course not," Anton said, his tone steady. Then, dropping a hint, he added, "Through today's actions, I've established some connections with extraterrestrials. They're not going to hesitate to share alien technology with us."

"You're that confident?" Jameson frowned, skeptical. "These are aliens we're talking about."

Recent events—like the alien invasion—had left Jameson wary of anything to do with extraterrestrials.

"I have what they need," Anton replied simply, cutting the conversation short. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

"Fair enough," Jameson said with a sigh of relief, his eyes scanning the sewer. He grinned, clearly intrigued. "Is there anything else down here I haven't seen?"

"Let me introduce some key players," Anton said, gesturing to the group. "First, you already know Kurt Connors. Then there's Bruce Banner, another brilliant mind who'll serve as one of the company's chief scientists."

He pointed at the purple-masked turtle. "And Donatello—an expert in computer systems and weapon modifications. His skills are invaluable."

"Jonah Jameson," the old man said, introducing himself as he shook hands with Connors. He paid no mind to Connors' past criminal activities. 

Jameson had seen far worse during his career, and he understood how circumstances could push people to extremes.

"And since you're here," Anton continued, "there's one more person you might want to meet."

Curious, Jameson followed Anton deeper into the sewer.

In a dimly lit chamber, a man sat on a stool, his hair disheveled and his face gaunt. His sharp, fierce gaze tracked Anton and Jameson as they approached.

"You're..." Jameson's eyes widened as recognition dawned on him. His voice faltered. "Norman?! Why are you here?"

"You know him," Anton said calmly, then added, "But I'm referring to his other identity—the Green Goblin."

"The Green Goblin?" Jameson was taken aback. His expression shifted, and he let out a strange laugh. "Norman Osborn… blowing up his own company? That doesn't sound like the Norman I know."

"He's not the same Norman you knew," Anton explained. "Because of a hereditary illness, he injected himself with an experimental human enhancement serum. It worked—but at a cost. The serum caused schizophrenia, giving rise to the Green Goblin persona. I've kept him here to treat his mental illness and eliminate the serum's side effects."

"That's a smart move," Jameson said, now considering the matter from a practical perspective. "Norman is the founder of Osborne Industries. If you can rehabilitate him, he'll be a tremendous asset."

At this moment, Jameson showed no sign of being affected by Norman's past misdeeds or the supposed friendship between Anton and Norman.

Anton wasn't surprised. In the corporate world, high-level executives often knew each other, leveraging their networks to form alliances when it suited them. Jameson was no exception, having built an impressive web of contacts over the years.

Still, it was impossible to have close relationships with everyone. Jameson's practicality often outweighed any sentiment.

"Let's go," Anton said after wrapping up the introductions.

As they left the sewer, Anton paused and turned to Donatello. "Transfer Norman to the secure prison within the technodrome. I'll have Cyborg grant you the necessary permissions."

"Understood," Donatello replied with a nod.

"By the way, how are the arrangements for relocating the laboratory?" Anton asked.

"Uh, Connors and Banner don't seem too keen on moving the lab to the technodrome," Donatello replied. "They think the sewer is a very convenient place. The fortress feels too alien to them—after all, it's not even on Earth! Anyway, with the teleportation bracelets, accessing the ship's computer systems is easy. They can transport there whenever necessary."

"Fine, let them do what they want," Anton said with a shrug. He had no intention of forcing the transfer. It was better to leave the professionals to handle their experiments in an environment they were comfortable with.

Later, Anton and Jameson returned home.

"Limb regeneration technology will make it easy to establish our presence," Jameson said, his excitement mounting. "But expanding into other industries will be a bigger challenge. We'll need a product with broad, practical applications."

Jameson was already brimming with ideas. Having learned so much from Anton, he was eager to put his thoughts into action.

"That's simple," Anton replied, calm as ever. "Once you've set the foundation, I can bring you new technology whenever needed."

He wasn't worried. After all, he had an entire planet of Autobots backing him.

"One last question," Jameson said, turning to Anton. "What should we name this company?"

"Jameson Company?" Anton suggested with a smirk.

Jameson narrowed his eyes and groaned, "Damn, some other Jameson already took that name!"

"Wayne Company," Anton said after a moment's thought. A smile spread across his face. "Let's call it Wayne."

"Wayne?" Jameson repeated, raising an eyebrow. Having seen the Batman movies, he immediately made the connection.

"Bruce Wayne, Wayne Enterprises, Batman's company..." Jameson murmured. Then he glanced at Anton and nodded. "Alright, we'll call it Wayne Company. With Batman's name attached, people will recognize us instantly."

"Trust me," Anton said confidently. "Wayne Company will soon grow into the Wayne Group."

He leaned back, painting a vivid picture. "In the future, Wayne Group will operate in every sector of society: aviation, transportation, aircraft manufacturing, biotechnology, chemistry, construction, energy, entertainment, food, healthcare, manufacturing, mining, petroleum, retail, securities, steel, weapons, even ocean shipping! Everything!"

He grinned mischievously. "And the best part? We'll be richer than Stark—richer than the ironman!"

Smack!

Jameson slapped Anton on the forehead, catching him completely off guard.

"Quit dreaming!" Jameson scoffed. "The company isn't even registered yet!"

Rolling his eyes, he added, "Don't try to sell me pipe dreams. When I was out there fooling people, your dad was still just a sperm in my body!"

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