Building The Strongest Family-Chapter 80: International Auto Show [ 1 ]

As the morning sun ascended the Eastern horizon, its golden rays spilled across the world, signaling not just a new day but a wake-up call for countless souls to emerge from their cozy beds and dive into the hustle of daily life.

At the heart of this vibrant awakening lies Metrospire,the sprawling capital city of and the epicenter of the Aurelian Federation.

This city pulsates with economic prowess, technological innovation, cultural richness, and political clout.

It is a place where dreams are forged and ambitions take flight; yet, it’s also a realm where only the most determined can carve out their niche.

Every five years, Metrospire transforms into a dazzling showcase for automotive excellence during the Panterra International Auto Show,a global spectacle that draws together industry titans eager to unveil their latest innovations.

This year was no exception; however, it promised to be both familiar and extraordinary.

At the Panterra International Auto Show Exhibition Center in Metrospire, an electrifying atmosphere enveloped attendees as they navigated through a vast complex of glass and steel spanning over two million square feet.

The air was thick with excitement,scented by polished metal and fresh leather, while high-voltage displays crackled with energy.

Hours before any official reveal, crowds began gathering near the central pavilion, buzzing with anticipation about Osborn Heavy Industries’ groundbreaking entry into the automotive arena.

The exhibition floor dazzled with extravagant booths showcasing hypercars adorned with holographic displays that shimmered like living metal.

SUVs floated effortlessly over artificial terrain while concept vehicles glided silently along demo tracks.

Yet none could match the palpable buzz surrounding Osborn’s enigmatic pavilion,its entrance shrouded by black drapes guarded by stern personnel clad in sleek uniforms.

Whispers rippled through the crowd like a gentle breeze, carrying snippets of excitement and skepticism.

"I heard that Osborn Heavy Industries, part of the same parent company as Osborn Pharmaceutical and Biotech Group, has built a car that doesn’t need fuel!" one voice exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief.

"No way! They’re probably just another luxury brand trying to cash in on their name," another scoffed.

"Did you see what they did in biotech? You really think they’d half-ass this?" came a confident reply.

"Yeah! After their other company made that revolutionary medical pod, I looked into it and found out they have nearly fifteen companies across various industries!"

"No way! That sounds exaggerated!" someone interjected.

"I thought so too, but I did some digging and discovered they’re involved in everything from entertainment and gaming to mining, technology, banking, and finance. It’s mind-boggling!"

"Hisss! That many?" gasped another listener. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Absolutely! I even opened an account at their bank,it’s got a unique business model, and their banking app is top-notch!"

"Is what you’re saying true?"

"Hmph! Why would I lie to you?"

"Then I’ll definitely check it out someday!"

"If it weren’t for Osborn Pharmaceutical and Biotech Group’s groundbreaking work in medicine, I’d never have known about them."

"Same here! After all the buzz they created, I researched online and found out they’re a century-old family rooted in Neo-Luminara with a rich history."

"Oh! But why haven’t I heard of them before?"

"It’s because the family has been in decline for decades. Just months ago, the family head and his wife tragically died in a car accident. Their son is now leading the family."

"Look....it’s about to begin!" The crowd buzzed with anticipation as the lights dimmed dramatically.

A hush fell over everyone as the drapes slid away with a soft whisper.

Journalists jostled for position in the press pit; camera drones buzzed around like angry hornets.

Industry executives stood stoically in reserved sections, expressions carefully neutral while furiously scrolling through tablets for any scraps of information about Osborn’s mysterious automotive debut.

Suddenly, a single beam of light illuminated the stage as Oscar appeared,a vision in an expensive custom-made wine-colored suit,his wide grin revealing both nervousness and excitement.

His fat cheeks trembled slightly as he gazed at the massive crowd below him with shining eyes; his heart raced with exhilaration.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to this grand press conference! My name is Oscar Osborn,President and Head of Research & Development at Osborn Heavy Industries."

Applause erupted as surprise flickered across audience members’ faces.

Oscar paused, a slight cough escaping him as he flashed a warm smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice effortlessly cutting through the hushed anticipation of the crowd, "for over a century, the automobile has been seen as merely a machine, a tool for transportation. But today... we redefine it."

With a dramatic flourish, the black cover fell away. A collective gasp rippled through the audience as the iconic Osborn logo,a striking silver ’O’ encircled by vibrant emerald light,pulsed to life above the stage.

The heavy black curtains concealing the display area retracted with an impressive hydraulic hiss, revealing...

Even in the dim lighting, an object began to take shape.

Then, with another swift gesture from Oscar, bright lights illuminated a breathtaking silhouette that appeared to be sculpted from a single block of metallic obsidian.

As full illumination flooded the stage, cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Oscar’s smooth baritone resonated as he stepped confidently into the spotlight, "meet the future of performance! I present to you... The Hyperion GT20!"

Gasps filled the air once more as everyone’s eyes were drawn to this magnificent black-and-gold beast resting majestically on its rotating platform.

The Hyperion GT20 didn’t just sit there; it loomed like a predator poised for action.

The atmosphere in the hall seemed to warp around it,as if reality itself bent under its commanding presence.

From its front view, the Hyperion GT exuded pure aggression: low and wide with razor-thin LED light bars that pulsed like a hunter’s keen gaze.

Its smooth face lacked a traditional grille, giving it an almost extraterrestrial appearance,only interrupted by subtle honeycomb textures of active aero vents that opened and closed like gills.

As dihedral doors lifted silently on their hinges, they revealed an interior so stunning that several veteran automotive journalists dropped their recording devices in awe.

Oscar placed his hand gently on the Hyperion’s sleek flank. "At its heart lies a 4.0-liter twin-turbocharged V8 hybrid powertrain producing an astonishing 900 horsepower."

A murmur swept through the crowd.

"But trust me, the magic isn’t just in those numbers."

He tapped his tablet and projected a holographic cutaway of the engine above him.

"Thanks to plasma-electrolytic oxidation coating on our cylinder walls, we’ve reduced friction by 40% compared to current technologies."

A sharp intake of breath echoed among attendees.