Ch: 56-60
Chapter 56: White Queen
One hour later.
Osborn Tower.
This skyscraper, symbolizing the peak of biotechnology in New York, had now completely changed its family name.
At the main entrance, two rows of burly men in black suits and sunglasses, with bulging waists, stood lined up.
That aura was even more exaggerated than a presidential motorcade.
A black Maybach slowly pulled up to the entrance.
The car door opened.
A long leg stepped out.
"Boss!"
The two rows of men bowed in unison, their voices deafening.
Passing pedestrians were so startled they detoured, thinking some Mafia Godfather had arrived.
Johnny adjusted his cufflinks and walked into the lobby with a calm expression.
Kingpin, that fat bastard, though still recovering from his injuries, insisted on standing in the center of the lobby with a cane to welcome him.
Under his signature white suit, thick bandages could still be seen.
But on that fleshy face, there was now a smile as fawning as a pug's.
"Master, you've arrived."
Kingpin bent down with effort, his tone respectful to the extreme.
"Have those flies on the board of directors been cleaned up?"
Johnny asked nonchalantly as he walked toward the private elevator.
"They've been cleaned up."
Kingpin followed behind, step for step.
"As per your instructions, the obedient ones were kept, and the disobedient ones... have already gone to feed the fish at the bottom of the Hudson River."
"Additionally, the group's finance, personnel, and security have all been replaced with our people."
"The current Osborn is your absolute domain."
"Very good."
Johnny nodded with satisfaction.
That's more like it.
Since I'm a villain (scratch that, since I'm a domineering CEO), I have to act the part.
That kind of plot involving bickering with a board of directors is too low-class.
As long as your fist is big enough, any board of directors is just a fart!
"Ding—"
The elevator reached the top floor.
Johnny walked into the luxurious office that once belonged to Norman Osborn and now belonged to him.
He plopped down into the executive chair that symbolized supreme power.
He propped his feet up on the desk.
Comfortable!
"By the way, Master."
Kingpin seemed to suddenly remember something, his expression becoming a bit strange.
"The front desk just reported that there is a... special guest who wants to see you."
"A special guest?"
Johnny raised an eyebrow.
"Who? That one-eyed Nick Fury? Or that egomaniac Tony?"
"Neither."
Kingpin shook his head, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes.
"It's a woman."
"A woman claiming to represent the 'Hellfire Club'."
"And... my security guards couldn't stop her."
"Oh?"
Johnny's interest was piqued.
The Hellfire Club?
Isn't that the Mutants' old nest?
At this point in time, this group of rats hiding in the gutters actually dared to come knocking?
And it's a woman?
A name instantly surfaced in Johnny's mind.
Along with the... glowing white figure that name represented.
"Interesting."
Johnny put his legs down, a playful smile curling on his lips.
"Let her in."
"I'd like to see what kind of games this Hellfire Club wants to play with me."
...Five minutes later.
The office door was pushed open.
A cold and noble scent of perfume drifted in first.
Followed by.
A silhouette capable of making any man's blood boil instantly walked in with an elegant catwalk.
It was a woman wearing a pure white high-end professional suit.
But the design of this suit was truly bold.
The deep V-neckline opened almost to her stomach, revealing a large expanse of snowy, delicate skin and a bottomless cleavage.
The tight skirt wrapped around her exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio, appearing as if it might split at any moment as she moved.
Long platinum-blonde hair was draped casually over her shoulders.
On that exquisitely beautiful face hung a haughty and cold smile.
Like a high-and-mighty queen inspecting her territory.
Emma Frost.
The White Queen!
"Tsk."
Johnny's gaze unscrupulously swept over her body.
In particular, it lingered for a full three seconds on those ready-to-burst headlights.
It had to be said.
This woman's assets were indeed substantial.
A size larger than Felicia's!
And that innate queenly vibe was practically made to provoke a man's desire for conquest.
"You're that Johnny Gilda?"
The White Queen walked to the desk but did not sit down.
Instead, she looked down at Johnny, her icy blue eyes flashing with a light called 'control'.
"You're decent-looking."
"Pity your methods are a bit crude."
"Crude?"
Johnny leaned back in his chair, playing with a pen, looking at her with a teasing expression.
"My dear... Auntie?"
"Are you here to tell me how to do things?"
Hearing the word "Auntie".
The White Queen's perfect face momentarily froze.
The corner of her eye twitched slightly.
This bastard!
He dared to call her Auntie?!
"Little guy, you have quite a sharp tongue."
The White Queen took a deep breath, her magnificent bosom trembling as she did.
She suppressed the anger in her heart and said coldly:
"I am Emma Frost, here on behalf of the Hellfire Club."
"Regarding your acquisition of the Osborn Group, we need to talk."
"The Osborn Group's research in the field of biological genetics is very important to us Mutants."
"We, the Hellfire Club, are willing to invest for a stake, and..."
The White Queen leaned forward slightly, her hands supporting her on the desk.
This posture made that cleavage even deeper, practically a face-to-face output.
A faint white light suddenly flickered in her eyes.
Telepathy!
She was trying to directly invade Johnny's brain!
As a top-tier Omega-level telepath (though perhaps not yet in her complete form), she was used to controlling everything.
In her script.
With just a flick of her finger, this young nouveau riche would become her puppet.
He would obediently hand over the Osborn Group.
He might even kneel on the ground and lick her high heels!
"Look into my eyes..."
The White Queen's voice became ethereal and full of temptation.
"You will agree to all my demands..."
"You will become my dog..."
However.
The next second.
"Snap!"
A crisp finger snap abruptly rang out in the office.
The White Queen only felt her brain jolt violently.
It was like slamming headfirst into a bronze wall!
An indescribably terrifying mental backlash followed her telepathic link and blasted back fiercely!
"Ugh!"
The White Queen let out a muffled groan, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
Two streaks of nosebleed flowed uncontrollably from her exquisite nostrils.
She staggered back several steps, nearly falling on her backside.
That feeling was like a mortal trying to peer into the thoughts of a god, only to be swatted to the ground by a casual slap from that god!
"This... how is this possible?!"
The White Queen clutched her splitting head, looking in terror at the man who was still sitting in his chair, looking perfectly composed.
Her Telepathy had actually failed?!
Not only failed, but it also backfired?!
This man... how could his mental World be so terrifying?!
It was like a bottomless black hole, yet also like a blazing Sun!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Johnny shook his head, looking at the slightly disheveled White Queen with a look of disdain.
"I say, Auntie Emma."
"Business is business."
"Why do you still want to peek at my privacy?"
"That's not very polite."
Johnny stood up and walked around the desk toward the White Queen, step by step.
With every step, the aura on him rose another notch.
That mountain-like heavy pressure made the White Queen feel as if she had become a lamb to be slaughtered.
"You... who exactly are you?!"
The White Queen wanted to retreat, but found her legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move at all.
It was fear born from biological instinct!
"Who I am isn't important."
Johnny walked up to her, reached out, and roughly grabbed her pointed chin.
He forced her to look up and stare directly into his eyes.
"What's important is..."
"Just now, you seemed to want to turn me into your dog?"
Johnny's gaze was cold.
So cold it made the White Queen feel like she had fallen into an ice cellar.
"No... it's a misunderstanding..."
The White Queen trembled as she tried to explain.
She regretted it.
She really regretted it.
She had underestimated this man's strength, and his brutality.
What nouveau riche?
This was clearly an ancient beast in human skin!
"Misunderstanding?"
Johnny gave a cold laugh, his fingers slowly sliding down from her chin, past her swan-like neck, and finally stopping at the edge of that breathtaking abyss.
"Since it's a misunderstanding."
"Then a price must be paid to clear it up."
"It just so happens."
"My group was just established, and it's still missing a capable secretary."
"I see you..."
Johnny leaned close to her ear, his voice low and wicked.
"...as quite capable."
[Ding!]
[Detected classic high-quality Marvel female — Emma Frost (White Queen)!]
[Target identity: High-level member of the Hellfire Club, powerful telepath, Diamond FormMutant.]
[Current status: Mentally traumatized, extremely terrified, worldview collapsing.]
[System suggestion: This woman is highly ambitious and haughty. It is recommended that the Host adopt an "Absolute Conquest" strategy! Shatter her pride and make her understand who the true Master is!]
[Conquest reward preview: Telepathy Immunity (MAX), Diamond Body (Physical Defense MAX), and... the ultimate experience of turning a Queen into a Maid!]
Listening to the system prompts in his head.
The smile on Johnny's face became even more brilliant.
Diamond Body?
Doesn't that mean... in the future, no matter how intense the "battle," there's no need to worry about breaking her?
Moreover, once a high-and-mighty Queen like this is conquered... that sense of contrast... hiss—
Johnny felt his fire rising again.
"It seems."
"Today, the sofa in this office."
"Will have to be replaced with a new one."
The White Queen, Emma Frost, was currently clutching her forehead in a disheveled state.
In those originally haughty and icy blue eyes, the emotion called "fear" appeared for the first time.
Her Telepathy had actually failed?
Not only failed, but it was also bounced back by a mental force as violent as a tsunami!
In that instant, she felt like an ant trying to peek into a giant dragon's dream, nearly shaken into an idiot by the overflowing dragon's might!
"You... you aren't a Mutant!"
Emma gritted her teeth, enduring the needle-like pain in her brain, staring fixedly at Johnny as he approached step by step.
"How could your mental World... be so powerful?!"
Even Professor X, or even that Magneto with his helmet, couldn't give her this kind of nearly suffocating pressure!
"Who I am, you don't need to know."
Johnny walked up to her, looking down at this queen who had been so arrogant just a moment ago.
A cruel arc curled at the corner of his mouth.
"You only need to know one thing."
"And that is, you provoked the wrong person."
"Kingpin."
Johnny didn't even look back, just calling out faintly.
At the door, Kingpin, who had been standing like an iron tower, instantly understood.
"Understood, Master."
"I will guard the door; not even a fly will get in."
With that, Kingpin very tactfully exited the office and thoughtfully locked the heavy mahogany door from the outside.
The sound of a "click" from the lock was even heard.
This fat bastard really was sensible.
As the door closed, the office completely became a sealed room.
An atmosphere called "despair" began to spread in Emma's heart.
"What do you want to do?!"
Emma looked at Johnny, whose gaze was becoming increasingly aggressive, and instinctively took a step back until her buttocks hit the hard edge of the desk.
Nowhere left to retreat.
"What do I want to do?"
Johnny chuckled and reached out to loosen his tie, an action full of wildness and danger.
"Auntie Emma, didn't you say just now that you wanted to talk about 'investing'?"
"I think we can talk about it in depth."
"For example..."
Johnny's gaze swept across her deep cleavage.
"...your technical investment."
Feeling that naked gaze, Emma instantly understood the other's intention.
Shame, humiliation, and a trace of fear of the unknown intertwined.
She was the White Queen!
The core of the Hellfire Club!
How could she become a plaything for this kind of man?!
"Dream on!"
Emma shouted in anger.
Since mental attacks were ineffective, she would use physical ones!
"Crack, crack, crack—!"
A series of crisp crystal-forming sounds suddenly rang out.
Emma's snowy skin instantly underwent a change, transforming from ordinary flesh and blood into a crystal-clear, indestructible Diamond Form in the blink of an eye!
Not only that.
That diamond-like luster refracted dazzling light in the Sun, making her look like a priceless work of art.
Diamond Form!
Physical Defense MAX!
In this form, she didn't need to breathe or eat, and she could even withstand the blast of a tank shell!
"Oh?"
Johnny raised an eyebrow, a flash of admiration in his eyes.
"Transforming already?"
"I must say, this body... is indeed very beautiful."
"Like a life-sized crystal figure."
"However..."
Johnny reached out a hand and gently caressed Emma's cold, hard face.
"You didn't think that by turning into a rock, I'd have no way to deal with you, did you?"
"Get away!"
In her Diamond Form, Emma's emotions were mostly stripped away, making her extremely cold.
She violently swung her diamond arm, which carried the sound of whistling wind, and smashed it fiercely toward Johnny's temple!
The power of this punch was enough to punch through steel plating!
However.
"Snap."
A light sound.
Johnny simply raised his left hand casually and caught this heavy punch effortlessly.
He didn't budge an inch!
Not even his sleeve trembled.
Chapter 57: Diamonds? In the Face of Absolute Power, They're Just Glass!
"W-what?!"
Emma's diamond face showed a human-like expression of shock.
Her punch, powerful enough to crush rock, was actually caught?
And the opponent looked as relaxed as if he'd caught a ball of cotton?
"Too weak."
Johnny shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment.
"Both in spirit and in body."
"You are pitifully weak."
"Since you want to play hard, I'll play along with you."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Johnny's palm, holding Emma's fist, suddenly exerted force!
"Crack... crack..."
A tooth-aching sound of shattering rang out.
On Emma's indestructible diamond fist, fine cracks began to appear!
Just like glass about to shatter!
"Ah—!!!"
Although the diamond form had no sense of pain, the fear of her body about to break made Emma scream.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
"This is diamond! The hardest substance in the World!"
"How could you possibly crush it?!"
"Hardest?"
Johnny sneered, increasing the pressure in his hand again.
"In the face of absolute power."
"Diamond is just a slightly harder piece of glass."
"Bang!"
A crisp sound.
Emma's right palm was actually crushed into powder by Johnny!
Crystal-clear diamond powder rustled down, scattering onto the expensive carpet.
"No!!!"
Emma tried to pull her hand back in horror, but Johnny's other hand was already choking her neck.
He lifted her whole body up!
Then.
He slammed her heavily onto the desk!
"Boom!"
The solid wood desk let out a groan, nearly falling apart.
Johnny pressed himself down, pinning Emma firmly to the tabletop.
That violent masculine aura, mixed with an overbearing arrogance, instantly crushed Emma's last line of psychological defense.
"Change back."
Johnny stared at the cold Diamond Body beneath him, his tone cold and beyond question.
"I don't like holding a rock."
"While the hardness is decent, the feel is too poor."
"I'll give you three seconds."
"If you don't want to turn into a pile of debris."
"Then change back for me!"
Johnny's palm exerted a bit of force; the death threat of her head being crushed at any moment made Emma completely break down.
She was afraid.
She was truly afraid.
This man was not human at all!
He was a devil! A monster in human skin!
To crush diamond with bare hands—is he even human?!
"I... I'll change..."
Emma tremblingly deactivated her ability.
"Whoosh."
The light dissipated.
That noble and cold White Queen reappeared.
Only now, her face was pale and her eyes unfocused—where was the slightest hint of her queenly demeanor?
Although her crushed right hand had returned to flesh, a piercing pain still radiated from it as it hung limply to the side.
"That's more like it."
Johnny nodded with satisfaction, his fingers lightly tracing her breathtaking curves.
"This is what a woman should look like."
"Remember."
"Starting today."
"The Osborn Group is mine."
"The Hellfire Club... will also be mine in the future."
"And you..."
Johnny leaned down and fiercely kissed those red lips that wanted to say something.
Domineering, crude, and leaving no room for escape.
"...are also mine."
"Mmph..."
Emma's eyes widened; she wanted to struggle, but under Johnny's terrifying strength, she was like a chick pinned down by an eagle.
She could only be forced to endure this storm-like invasion.
It was conquest.
Total conquest.
[Ding!]
[Detected that target Emma Frost's psychological defense has completely collapsed!]
[Current Status: Fear, Submission, Stockholm Syndrome budding.]
[Congratulations to the host for achieving: Diamond Crusher!]
[Rewards issued:]
[1. Diamond Body (Advanced Version): Your physical strength will surpass Adamantium while retaining your sense of touch! Whether it's artillery shells or... ahem, nothing will be able to cause you the slightest damage!]
[2. Telepathy Immunity (MAX): Anyone attempting to peer into your thoughts will suffer a hundredfold spiritual backlash!]
[3. Special Skill: Queen Training Manual (Passive): When facing proud women, charm and intimidation values are doubled!]
Listening to the system's notification in his mind.
The smile at the corner of Johnny's mouth grew even wider.
Diamond Body?
This is good stuff!
Not only does it mean invincible defense, but it also means... in certain 'high-intensity confrontations' in the future, he will be truly indestructible!
Even if Gwen the Spider-Woman has great stamina, she'll have to kneel and beg for mercy!
"Now then, Auntie Emma."
Johnny released those lips, already swollen from the kiss, looking at the disheveled beauty with blurred eyes before him.
With a casual wave.
"Rip—"
That expensive high-end suit was as fragile as paper in Johnny's hands.
Instantly reduced to fragments.
Snow-white and dazzling.
"Now."
"Let's have a good talk."
"About your work as a secretary."
"First lesson..."
Johnny sat back in the large executive chair and patted his thigh.
His gaze was playful.
"Learn how to make the boss happy."
Emma bit her lip, tears of humiliation hanging from the corners of her eyes.
But looking at Johnny's irresistible gaze and that large hand that had just crushed her diamond form.
She still stood up tremblingly.
Taking heavy steps.
Slowly... she knelt down... In the office, the lingering and heavy atmosphere had not yet completely dissipated.
Johnny sat in the executive chair representing the highest power of the Osborn empire, playing with a pen, his eyes playfully falling on the figure on the sofa.
Emma Frost.
This once-unbeatable 'White Queen' was now struggling to button up a spare white shirt.
Unfortunately.
Her hands were still trembling slightly.
It wasn't from the cold, but because that two-hour 'deep exchange of corporate culture' was simply too... soul-shaking.
Her diamond form was crushed.
Her psychological defense was pierced.
Even her proudest dignity was pressed onto the desk by this man and ground into powder bit by bit.
"What? Auntie Emma, can't even fasten your buttons properly?"
Johnny's voice was lazy, but it was like an electric current, making Emma shudder.
"I... I can."
Emma bit her lower lip, her voice terribly hoarse.
She looked up, those originally cold and proud blue eyes now carried a trace of mist that hadn't faded, and a complex emotion of 'fear' and'submission' intertwined.
Just then.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The heavy mahogany door of the office was knocked.
"Master."
Kingpin's voice came from outside the door, still as respectful, even with a hint of caution.
"Guests have arrived."
"And... these guests don't seem to have much manners; they barged in without an appointment."
Johnny raised an eyebrow.
Here already?
It seems that since the Osborn Group changed Masters, some people can't sit still.
"Let them in."
Johnny casually threw the pen on the desk and leaned back, adjusting to the most comfortable position.
"Just as well, I want to see who's so eager to come and give me experience... oh no, I mean, congratulatory gifts."
Hearing that outsiders were coming, Emma's face changed, and she hurriedly tried to stand up and tidy her appearance.
But her legs gave way, and she almost fell back down.
"No need to hide."
Johnny didn't even look at her, just said indifferently.
"As my secretary, receiving guests is your job."
"Stand behind me."
Emma bit her teeth, enduring the physical discomfort, and moved step by step behind Johnny in those tottering high heels.
Even though she was so disheveled, she still tried to straighten her back, attempting to maintain the last bit of 'White Queen' dignity.
"Boom!"
The office door wasn't pushed open; it was kicked open.
The two expensive solid wood door panels let out a groan and slammed heavily against the wall.
Immediately after.
A team of fully armed mercenaries filed in.
All in silver tactical gear, holding high-tech energy rifles, moving efficiently and filled with killing intent.
And in their midst.
A woman walked in with long, slender legs.
She had striking silver-white long hair, wearing a silver-white tight tactical suit under a long trench coat.
Two specially made short guns hung at her waist, and tactical daggers were strapped to the outside of her thighs.
On that cold and beautiful face, there was no expression, only a coldness like a Siberian wind.
Silver Sablinova.
Code name: Silver Sable.
She was also the actual ruler of the nation of Simkaria and one of the top bounty hunters in the Marvel Universe.
"Johnny Gilda."
Silver Sable stopped five meters in front of the desk, her gaze like a knife, firmly locking onto Johnny sitting in the chair.
As for the disheveled, flushed woman standing behind Johnny, she only gave her a faint glance and categorized her as a "rich man's plaything," not caring in the slightest.
"I have been commissioned by a former board member of the Osborn Group to take your life."
Silver Sable's voice was cold and direct.
No nonsense, no pleasantries.
This was her style.
Take the money, do the job, kill the target, and leave.
"In addition, you have illegally seized the assets of the Osborn Group. According to the laws of Simkaria, I have the right to arrest you, or... execute you on the spot."
Hearing this, Johnny almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"The laws of Simkaria?"
Johnny looked at this silver-haired beauty as if he were looking at a fool.
"Big sister, have you mistaken something?"
"This is New York, right next door to Hells Kitchen."
"You're trying to use laws from some backwater gully to govern me?"
"Are you here to be a comedian?"
"Insolence!"
The mercenaries behind Silver Sable were furious, raising their guns to fire.
Silver Sable raised her hand to stop her subordinates.
She looked at Johnny, a trace of contempt flashing in her eyes.
"It seems you haven't recognized the situation yet."
"The outside has already been surrounded by my 'Wild Pack'."
"That fat bodyguard of yours has also been locked onto by my snipers."
"Right now, you have no choice but to surrender."
Johnny sighed helplessly.
He turned his head and looked at Emma behind him.
"See, there are always some self-righteous women who think they can control everything."
"Tell me, how should I teach her a lesson?"
Emma's body trembled; she knew this man's methods all too well.
She looked at the confident Silver Sable before her, and a hint of pity actually surfaced in her eyes.
Poor woman.
You have no idea what kind of monster you are facing.
"Since you don't want to be dignified, I'll help you be dignified."
Johnny withdrew his gaze and lightly tapped his finger on the desk.
"Tap."
This soft sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet office.
The next second.
"Whoosh—!"
Johnny's figure vanished into thin air.
Silver Sable's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks.
Her intuition as a top-tier expert made her instantly sense a fatal crisis!
"Scatter!!"
She roared, her body instinctively retreating at high speed.
However.
It was too late.
"Too slow."
A playful voice abruptly sounded in her ear.
Immediately after.
A slender and powerful large hand reached out from the void without warning, grabbing her slender neck!
"Ugh!"
Silver Sable only felt an irresistible force surge through her, and she was instantly lifted into the air.
Johnny choked Silver Sable's neck with one hand, holding her high.
Like he was holding a light ragdoll.
"Fire! Open fire quickly!"
The surrounding mercenaries panicked and pulled their triggers one after another.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat—!"
Energy beams poured down like raindrops.
However.
Johnny didn't even bother to dodge.
He didn't even activate that signature aura layer.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
Those energy bullets, powerful enough to penetrate tanks, hit Johnny's body and actually made the sound of metal clashing!
Not even a corner of his clothes was torn!
Diamond Form (Advanced Version)!
This was the terrifying aspect of MAX physical defense!
"This... what kind of monster is this?!"
The mercenaries were dumbfounded.
Silver Sable was being choked to the point of breathlessness, her legs kicking wildly in the air, her hands desperately trying to pry Johnny's fingers open.
But that hand was like an iron clamp, remaining motionless.
"This is your trump card?"
Johnny looked at the struggling Silver Sable in his hand, his eyes full of disappointment.
"Too weak."
"Really too weak."
"Even weaker than that auntie playing with stones just now."
Emma's mouth behind him twitched.
An auntie playing with stones... is he talking about me?
Johnny gave a casual toss.
"Bang!"
Silver Sable was slammed hard onto the floor.
The marble floor instantly cracked, and Silver Sable spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if every bone in her body was falling apart.
Before she could even crawl up.
Johnny had already stepped on her chest, of which she was so proud.
Looking down from above, he was like a god.
"Now."
Johnny leaned down slightly, looking at that cold and elegant face distorted by pain.
"Can we have a proper talk now?"
"About..."
"How you're going to compensate me for this door."
Silver Sable gritted her teeth, staring fixedly at Johnny.
Although her body was in intense pain, the stubbornness in her eyes had not disappeared.
"If you want to kill me... then kill me!"
"I will never... yield!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Johnny shook his head, a wicked smile appearing on his face.
"I like a stubborn Little Wildcat like you."
"Conquering you will give me a greater sense of achievement."
"[Ding!]"
"[Detected a classic high-quality Marvel female—Silver Sablinova (Silver Sable)!]"
"[Target Identity: Leader of the Simkaria Mercenary Group, cold and elegant elder sister type.]"
"[Current Status: Severely injured, shocked, unyielding.]"
"[Body Stats: B88/W60/H90 (Top-tier tactical physique)]"
"[System Suggestion: This target has a resilient personality; conventional methods will be difficult to work. It is suggested that the Host adopt the 'Debt Repayment' mode! Since she came to make money, let her use her body to pay off the debt!]"
"[Conquest Reward Preview: Firearms Mastery (God-tier), National Resource Mobilization Rights, and... a brand new 'Tactical' uniform temptation!]"
Hearing the system's prompt, the anger in Johnny's heart instantly dissipated by half.
Replacing it was another kind of fire.
Debt repayment?
I'm familiar with this!
"You want to die?"
Johnny applied a little force with his foot, crushing that soft mass.
"It's not that easy."
"You broke my door, frightened my secretary, and wasted my precious time."
"We need to settle this account properly."
Johnny raised his head and scanned the surrounding mercenaries who were already scared witless.
"Get out!"
A low shout.
Like a clap of thunder.
Those battle-hardened mercenaries were actually so terrified by this roar that their courage shattered; they dropped their weapons and scrambled out of the office.
They didn't even care about their leader.
Quiet returned to the office once more.
Only Johnny remained, along with the two women, one standing and one lying down.
"Emma."
Johnny instructed without looking back.
"Go, draft a contract."
"As for the content..."
Johnny looked at the still-struggling Silver Sable at his feet, his lips curling into an evil arc.
"Just write... paying off debt with her body."
"Term: Ten thousand years."
Emma looked at the woman on the ground who had the same hair color as her, was just as proud, and was now just as pathetic.
A strange sense of balance actually rose in her heart.
See.
I told you this man is a devil.
You won't be able to escape either.
"Yes, Master."
Emma responded respectfully and turned to prepare the "deed of sale."
Johnny knelt down, reached out, and tilted Silver Sable's chin up.
"Alright, Miss Silver Sable."
"Now, your subordinates have all run away."
"No one can save you now."
"Given your performance just now."
"I think it's necessary for me to give you a lesson."
"About..."
"What real 'marksmanship' is."
Silver Sable looked into Johnny's aggressive eyes.
For the first time, she felt true fear.
It wasn't the fear of death.
It was the fear of some unknown and shameful fate that was about to come.
"You... what do you want to do?"
"I already said it."
Johnny picked her up from the ground and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of rice.
His large hand took the opportunity to slap that perky curve hard.
"Slap!"
Crisp and loud.
And an excellent feel.
"Taking you for an in-depth understanding of..."
"The Osborn Group's new rules!"
Johnny carried Silver Sable and strode toward the lounge that had just cooled down.
"Emma, bring the contract in as soon as it's drafted."
"I want her to... sign it on the spot!"
...The lounge door closed again.
As for what tragic (delightful) things were about to happen inside.
Only God and that damn system would know.
Kingpin stood at the end of the corridor, listening to the sounds coming from inside, and silently put on noise-canceling headphones.
To be a dog.
The most important point.
Is to hear no evil.
But... isn't the boss's physical fitness a bit too strong?
Isn't this a bit too much tossing?
Is this the World of the strong?
Kingpin sighed, took a cigar from his breast pocket, but didn't dare to light it, only sniffing it at the tip of his nose.
It seems the future of the Osborn Group.
Is destined to be... many children and much happiness.
Chapter 58: Maria Hill's Iceberg Should Melt Too
"Bang!"
Johnny slammed the lounge door shut with his heel.
That dull thud hit Silver Sable's heart like a heavy hammer.
Johnny casually tossed the silver-haired beauty on his shoulder onto the oversized leather sofa.
"Ugh..."
Silver Sable let out a muffled groan.
Although the sofa was soft, her internal organs had already been injured when Johnny slammed her onto the ground earlier.
Now, even a slight movement made her whole body ache as if her bones were falling apart.
But even so.
She still struggled to sit up.
In those iconic silver eyes, though filled with fear, there was even more of the stubbornness belonging to a national leader and top mercenary.
"Johnny Gilda..."
Silver Sable gritted her teeth, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth, adding a touch of tragic beauty to her cold and elegant face.
"Kill me."
"The Wild Pack won't let you off, nor will Simkaria..."
"Shh—"
Johnny extended a finger, gently pressing it against her blood-stained red lips.
"Save your strength, Miss Silver Sable."
Johnny looked down at her with a playful gaze, like he was watching a Little Wildcat caught in a trap still trying to show its claws.
"The Wild Pack?"
"Are you referring to those useless trash outside who run faster than rabbits?"
Johnny chuckled, his finger sliding down from her lips, past her tight chin and slender neck, finally stopping at the zipper of her silver-white tactical suit.
"As for Simkaria..."
"That small country that can barely even pay taxes—if I remember correctly, your main source of income is you traveling the World taking on dirty and exhausting jobs, right?"
Silver Sable's body suddenly stiffened.
That was her weakness.
It was also the only reason she had to turn herself into a cold-blooded killing machine all these years.
For the country.
"How do you know..."
"I am the new boss of Osborn. I have money, I have an intelligence network, I am omniscient."
Johnny's finger hooked onto the zipper.
*Zzzzt—*
A crisp sound.
A gap was pulled open in the custom tactical suit.
A large expanse of snowy-white, delicate skin shimmered like ivory under the light, dazzling the eyes.
The muscle lines formed from long-term high-intensity training were tight and full of explosive power, yet did not lack feminine grace.
Is this the legendary "tactical physique"?
Tsk tsk tsk.
Truly top-tier.
Compared to Felicia's pure wildness, this had an extra layer of cold, ascetic allure.
"You!"
Silver Sable instinctively tried to reach out and block him, but Johnny grabbed her wrist and pinned it firmly above her head.
"Don't move."
Johnny leaned close to her face, his warm breath fanning over her sensitive earlobe.
"Let's make a deal."
"Simkaria's foreign debt—isn't it about three billion dollars?"
"To me, that's just a number."
"As long as you behave..."
Johnny's other hand roamed unceremoniously over those stunning curves.
"Not only can I waive the death penalty for your offense today..."
"I can even..."
"Help your country pay off its debts."
"It wouldn't even be impossible to turn Simkaria into my private backyard."
"What do you think?"
Silver Sable's pupils shook violently.
Three billion dollars!
That was a mountain weighing on her heart, a nightmare that made it hard for her to breathe.
This man... actually spoke of it so nonchalantly?
"Are... are you serious?"
Silver Sable's voice trembled.
Her psychological defenses began to crack in the face of the heavy bomb that was "national interest."
"Of course."
The corner of Johnny's mouth curled up into a devilish smile.
"On the condition that..."
"You prove that you're worth the price."
Just then.
The lounge door was pushed open slightly.
Emma Frost walked in.
This once-proud White Queen, now holding a freshly printed document, looked at the scene on the sofa with a complex expression.
Once upon a time.
She had also been pinned to a table like this, forced to sign that humiliating "employment contract."
And now.
It was the turn of another equally proud woman.
"Master, the contract is ready."
Emma's voice was very soft, carrying a hint of submission.
Johnny didn't even look back, just waved his hand.
"Bring it here."
Stepping in her high heels and enduring the discomfort in her body, Emma walked to the sofa and handed over the document.
Johnny took the contract and slapped it directly onto Silver Sable's violently heaving chest.
"Sign it."
"From now on, you and your Wild Pack will all have the surname Gilda."
"Of course, you can also refuse."
Johnny let go of her hand, stood up, and slowly unbuckled his belt.
The sound of metal clashing was particularly piercing in the quiet room.
"If you refuse, I don't mind flying to Simkaria right now and wiping that country off the map."
"You know I have the power to do that."
Threats.
Naked threats.
But Silver Sable knew this wasn't an empty scare.
A monster who could ignore high-energy laser guns and crush steel with one hand could destroy a small country as easily as turning over a palm.
She looked at the man before her, who was like a god or a demon.
Then she looked at the contract on her chest.
Finally.
Her gaze fell upon Johnny's already poised... hiss—
Good heavens.
This scale.
Is it also at a monster level?
Silver Sable gritted her teeth, a flash of determination in her eyes.
For the country.
For the people.
What was this little sacrifice?
Isn't it just... paying with her body?
As long as she could get that three billion, as long as she could save Simkaria.
So what if she sold her soul to the devil?
"I... I'll sign."
Silver Sable reached out with a trembling hand and grabbed the contract.
And the pen Emma handed over.
At the end of the contract, she heavily signed her name: Silver Sable.
Every stroke felt like it was being carved into her dignity.
"Very good."
Johnny nodded with satisfaction.
He took the contract and tossed it to Emma.
"Keep it safe."
"Now, you can leave."
Emma took a deep look at the silver-haired woman who was about to follow in her footsteps, a trace of pity for a fellow sufferer flashing in her eyes.
"Yes, Master."
Emma withdrew and closed the door.
Only Johnny and Silver Sable remained in the room.
"Now then, my Miss Silver Sable."
Johnny leaned down, looking at the cold and elegant beauty who had completely given up resistance.
"The contract is in effect."
"Now, it's time to fulfill your obligations."
"Let's start by..."
"Giving the boss a physical examination."
Silver Sable closed her eyes, two lines of tears sliding down her cheeks.
She slightly opened her red lips.
Welcoming that inevitable fate... [Ding!]
[Detected that target Silver Sablinova's (Silver Sable) psychological defenses have completely collapsed!]
[Achievement unlocked: In the Name of the Country (Refers to selling one's body to save the nation)!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the binding reward: God-level Firearms Mastery!]
[Skill Description: No matter what kind of gun it is, you can make it perform wonders in your hands! Whether it's shooting people or shooting... cough, anyway, you hit whatever you aim at, a hundred out of a hundred!]
[Obtained additional reward: Actual control over Simkaria!]
[Current Favorability: -50 (Humiliation) → 10 (Resignation)]
[System Prompt: This target belongs to the typical "Love born from hate" constitution. As long as the host demonstrates enough "strength" in subsequent "interactions" to completely conquer her body, her heart will follow!]
Listening to the system's prompt in his mind, Johnny felt every cell in his body cheering.
Refreshing!
This is so damn refreshing!
Is this the taste of power?
With one sentence, he could make a proud queen bow her head.
With one action, he could change the ownership of a country.
And... looking at the silver-haired beauty beneath him, who was trying her best to cooperate despite her clumsy movements.
That sense of conquest was even stronger than blowing up ten Hulks!
"Mmm..."
Silver Sable let out an indistinct whimper.
That was the beginning of a new World... This "debt repayment" lasted for a full three hours.
During that time.
The sounds coming from the lounge were almost too much for even the well-insulated door to block.
Kingpin, standing guard outside, silently stuffed two more cotton balls into his ears.
This boss.
Not only is he powerful.
His stamina in this area is also non-human.
Is this "many children many blessings"?
In the future, this Osborn Group might have to be renamed the "Harem Group," right?
...When Johnny walked out of the lounge feeling refreshed.
The sky was already starting to get dark.
While tidying his slightly messy collar, he said to Kingpin, who was guarding the door:
"Have someone buy some supplements and send them inside."
"Also, notify the finance department to prepare three billion dollars in liquid funds."
"I have a use for it."
Kingpin lowered his head and respectfully replied, "Yes, Master."
He didn't ask what the money was for.
As a qualified dog, he only needed to execute orders.
Johnny walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the New York night scene that had already lit up.
He was in a great mood.
Osborn was taken.
The Hellfire Club was settled.
Now even the mercenary kingdom of Simkaria was in his pocket.
This start was simply perfect.
Just then.
The private line on the desk suddenly rang.
This was an encrypted channel.
No more than five people in the World knew this number.
Johnny raised an eyebrow.
He walked over and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
From the other end of the phone came a low, majestic voice that carried a hint of uncontrollable anxiety.
"Johnny Gilda."
"I am Nick Fury."
It really was this Black Braised Egg.
A playful smile curled on Johnny's lips.
It seemed the commotion he caused at Osborn finally made S.H.I.E.L.D. unable to sit still.
"Oh, isn't this Director Fury?"
Johnny sat on the desk, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting with an old friend.
"What's up? Calling so late, do you want to treat me to a late-night snack?"
"Or..."
"Have you finally come to your senses and are ready to send your beautiful deputy director over to 'talk privately' with me?"
Silence followed for a few seconds on the other end.
Apparently, Fury was choked up by Johnny's unconventional trash talk.
"Mr. Gilda, I'm in no mood to joke with you right now."
Nick Fury's voice turned a bit colder.
"We need an explanation regarding the Osborn Group matters."
"Overnight, a purge of board members, intervention by unknown armed forces, and even..."
"And that Silver Sable from Simkaria is said to have disappeared in your building."
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
"Do you want to start a war in New York?"
Hearing Fury's questioning, the smile on Johnny's face vanished instantly.
Replacing it was a heart-stopping coldness.
"Explanation?"
"Fury, have you mistaken something?"
"I never need to explain my actions to anyone."
"As for what I want to do..."
Johnny glanced towards the lounge, then at the White Queen who was kneeling on the floor cleaning up the aftermath.
"I'm just taking back what belongs to me."
"By the way..."
"Just adding a little fun to this boring World."
"As for that deputy director you mentioned..."
Johnny paused, the cold, beautiful face of Maria Hill and her tight deep-blue uniform surfacing in his mind.
"Since you brought it up."
"Then let her come."
"Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, Osborn Tower."
"I want to talk to her."
"About..."
"The matter of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s future sponsorship fees."
After speaking.
Johnny didn't give Fury a chance to refuse and hung up directly.
*Clack.*
The receiver dropped.
Johnny stood up and stretched.
"S.H.I.E.L.D...."
"Heh."
"Since you're coming, don't think about going back empty-handed."
"Maria Hill..."
"Your iceberg should melt too."
A hunter's gleam flashed in Johnny's eyes.
Many children, many blessings.
The next target.
Already locked in... The next day.
9:50 AM.
Osborn Tower, top floor.
Sunlight poured into the office through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, yet it couldn't dispel the lingering... how should I put it, the ambiguous scent of musk mixed with high-end perfume.
Johnny sat in the executive chair, holding a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee.
It was brewed by Emma Frost herself.
This once-unbeatable "White Queen" was now wearing her professional suit, which had been barely repaired after being torn, kneeling under the desk, carefully wiping away certain suspicious traces on the floor with a rag.
Her movements were slow, and her knees were still trembling slightly.
Obviously, she hadn't recovered from yesterday's "high-intensity work."
"Tsk."
Johnny took a sip of coffee, his gaze sweeping over the graceful curves of her body on the floor.
It had to be said.
Once this woman was conquered, she was like a different person.
Before, she was a rose with thorns.
Now?
She was a pool of spring water at your mercy.
"Alright, stop wiping."
Johnny put down his cup and said casually.
"A guest is coming soon; go hide in the lounge."
"By the way..."
Johnny pointed to the closed lounge door.
"Check if that Little Wildcat is awake yet."
"If she is, tell her."
"Her debt isn't fully paid yet."
Emma's body visibly stiffened.
She looked up, her originally proud and cold face now carrying a hint of complex blush.
It was shame, and also awe.
"Yes... Master."
Emma stood up with difficulty, clutching her waist, and wobbled into the lounge.
The door opened and closed.
Vaguely, Silver Sable's weak and tearful curses could be heard from inside.
"Bastard... pervert..."
The smile on Johnny's lips grew wider.
Curse away.
The more fiercely you curse now, the more joyfully you'll cry out later.
This is the hidden pleasure of the many children many blessings system.
Chapter 59: In the Dictionary of My Life, the Word 'Regret' Has Never Existed
"Knock, knock, knock."
The office door was knocked on once again.
"Come in."
Johnny adjusted his sitting posture to make himself look more like a proper domineering CEO.
The door opened.
Kingpin's massive frame squeezed in first, then he stepped aside to clear a path.
"Master, the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. have arrived."
"As you ordered, there is only one person."
As Kingpin finished speaking,
A tall and slender figure walked in.
A deep blue S.H.I.E.L.D. skin-tight combat uniform wrapped around that devilish figure perfectly, without a single wrinkle.
She had black ear-length short hair and an exquisitely cold, frost-like face.
And then there were those ice-blue eyes that seemed capable of freezing the very air.
Maria Hill.
S.H.I.E.L.D. deputy director, Level 9 Agent.
Also the "Ice Queen" in the hearts of countless Marvel fans.
"Johnny Gilda."
Hill walked up to the office desk and stood still.
Her back was straight as a javelin.
Her gaze swept over Johnny, carrying a trace of undisguised disgust and vigilance.
"I am here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. to talk to you about the illegal armed conflict involving the Osborn Group and the diplomatic dispute with Simkaria."
Hill's voice was very cold and business-like.
She even skipped any honorifics,
Calling him directly by his name.
Johnny wasn't angry; instead, he sized her up with great interest.
Is this uniform temptation?
Hiss—
This level of tightness is even more exciting than Felicia's leather suit.
Especially those long legs wrapped in tactical trousers.
If they were draped over my shoulders... ahem.
"Talk?"
Johnny gave a light chuckle, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk.
"Agent Hill, I think you've mistaken one thing."
"This is Osborn; this is my territory."
"Speaking to me in that tone of an interrogator..."
Johnny's body leaned forward slightly, and that terrifying pressure belonging to a powerhouse instantly surged toward Hill like a landslide or a tsunami.
"Isn't it a bit too rude?"
Hill felt her breath hitch.
That feeling was like being stared down by an ancient Beast.
The hairs all over her body stood on end.
But she was, after all, the second-in-command of S.H.I.E.L.D., and her psychological fortitude was extremely strong.
"This is an official investigation."
Hill gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to step back.
"You used heavy weapons in the city yesterday, causing serious panic."
"And that Silver Sable, she is an official of Simkaria, and you are illegally detaining her..."
"Stop, stop, stop."
Johnny interrupted her impatiently.
"Official?"
"Those are rules established for the weak."
"As for me..."
Johnny stood up, walked around the desk, and approached Hill step by step.
With every step he took, Hill's heart rate quickened a bit more.
"Rules are meant to be broken."
Johnny stopped right in front of Hill.
The distance between the two was very close.
Close enough that Johnny could smell that cold mint scent on her, as well as... a faint fragrance emitted because of her nervousness.
"Besides."
Johnny lowered his head, leaning close to her ear.
"Nick Fury, that old fox, let you come alone—don't you know why?"
Hill's pupils contracted sharply.
Of course she knew.
Before coming, Fury had hinted to her.
This Johnny Gilda was an extremely dangerous but also extremely lustful figure.
For the interests of S.H.I.E.L.D., and to recruit this powerful combatant,
Certain'sacrifices' were inevitable.
"You... what do you want to do?"
Hill's hand subconsciously reached for the holster at her waist.
But in the next second,
Her wrist was firmly clamped by a large hand like a steel vise.
"I don't want to do much."
Johnny smiled slightly, a smile that in Hill's eyes was even more terrifying than a devil's.
"Just want to..."
"Check the physical fitness of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent."
"After all, I am a taxpayer."
"Supervising your work is also perfectly reasonable, right?"
Before he finished speaking,
Johnny's hand suddenly exerted force, pulling Hill directly into his embrace.
That hard tactical uniform slammed against Johnny's chest, which was comparable to diamond, letting out a muffled thud.
"Let me go!"
Hill was both shocked and furious, raising her leg to kick toward Johnny's vitals.
This was the instinctive reaction of a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.
However,
"Too slow."
Johnny just lightly raised his knee, easily neutralizing the strike.
In the process, he even pinned Hill's long leg in place.
This posture... was extremely ambiguous.
And extremely shameful.
"Is this the level of a Level 9 Agent?"
Johnny shook his head, his eyes full of playfulness.
"It seems S.H.I.E.L.D.'s training is still not up to par."
"Do you need me to give you a private lesson?"
Hill's face turned beet red.
She had never suffered such a great humiliation.
Being held by a man like this, and in such a posture.
"Bastard... I'll kill you!"
"Kill me?"
The smile on the corner of Johnny's mouth grew even wider.
"You can't even pull out your gun, how are you going to kill me?"
"With your eyes?"
Johnny's hand slid down Hill's back, finally stopping at that tight waistline.
The feel of it, even through the uniform, revealed an amazing elasticity.
"Fury sent you here for Osborn's biotechnology, right?"
Johnny suddenly changed the subject.
"Extremis, the Regeneration Cradle, and even... more advanced things."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. wants these, don't they?"
Hill froze for a moment and stopped struggling.
This was the core of the mission.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was currently facing infiltration by HYDRA (though they didn't know it yet) and urgently needed to improve their strength.
Osborn's technology was something they dreamed of obtaining.
"You... you're willing to cooperate?"
Hill's voice trembled slightly.
"Of course."
Johnny nodded, his gaze as sincere as that of a patriotic businessman.
"For World peace and the future of humanity, I am naturally willing to contribute my strength."
"However..."
Johnny's tone shifted.
That damn pressure returned once more.
"Like I said, I'm a businessman."
"If you want technology, you have to pay a price."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. can't give me money, and you can't give me power."
"So..."
Johnny's finger lightly hooked the zipper of Hill's uniform collar.
"You'll just have to trade with something else."
"For example..."
"You."
Hill shuddered all over.
She looked into Johnny's black eyes, which seemed capable of swallowing everything.
That naked desire was completely undisguised.
"Impossible!"
Hill gritted her teeth in refusal.
"I am the S.H.I.E.L.D. deputy director, not your bargaining chip!"
"Is that so?"
Johnny chuckled lightly.
"That's a pity then."
"It seems the cooperation between Osborn and S.H.I.E.L.D. is going to fall through."
"And..."
Johnny leaned close to her lips, just a centimeter away from kissing her.
"Do you know what I did to that Silver Sable in the lounge just now?"
"She was a tough nut to crack."
"But now..."
"She has learned how to speak to me while kneeling."
"Do you want to try?"
A threat.
Another naked threat.
But Hill knew that this man meant what he said.
Moreover, if the mission failed, on Fury's end... S.H.I.E.L.D. currently needed powerful allies too badly.
The Avengers Initiative was still struggling to get off the ground, Tony Stark was a difficult person to deal with, and the Hulk was a ticking time bomb.
Only the man in front of her... though dangerous, he was currently the only existence that could crush everything.
Hill's heart was in a violent struggle.
Dignity, or the mission?
"What? Still haven't made up your mind?"
Johnny seemed to have lost his patience.
His hand suddenly pulled downward.
"Ziiip—"
That was the sound of a zipper sliding.
It was also the sound of Hill's psychological defenses collapsing.
The deep blue uniform fell open,
Revealing the white tight tank top underneath, and... that deep cleavage enough to drive any man crazy.
"Truly beautiful."
Johnny praised.
His hand covered it without any hindrance.
"Since Fury sent you here,"
"Then I won't be polite."
"Collecting a little interest isn't too much, is it?"
Hill closed her eyes.
Two lines of clear tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.
She didn't resist anymore.
Or rather, she knew that resistance was futile.
In front of this powerful man, she was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"You will regret this..."
Hill's voice was so faint it sounded like she was talking in her sleep.
"Regret?"
Johnny laughed loudly.
"In the dictionary of my life, the word 'regret' has never existed."
"There is only..."
"Conquest!"
[Ding!]
[Detected that Maria Hill's (Agent Hill) psychological defenses have loosened!]
[Current Status: Humiliated, compromising, self-rationalizing.]
[Achievement Unlocked: Melting the Iceberg (Physical)!]
[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a phase reward: Access to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s S-Rank Secret Database!]
[Skill Description: You can check all the dirt and secrets of S.H.I.E.L.D. anytime, anywhere! Including the list of undercover HYDRA Agents!]
[Obtained extra reward: Favorability +10 (Though it's a negative number, it's slowly warming up!)]
Listening to the system's prompt, Johnny picked Hill up in one go.
He threw her directly onto that large office desk.
The documents on the desk were swept to the floor.
"Now."
Johnny leaned over and pressed down on her.
"Let us formally begin the negotiations."
"deputy director Hill."
"The first item on the agenda..."
"Regarding the endurance test for S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents."
...Outside the office.
Kingpin was still guarding like a statue.
However, he silently pulled a third wad of cotton from his pocket,
And stuffed it into his ears.
It seemed.
The boss today.
Still has a lot of fire in him.
Is this the World of the strong?
Truly terrifying... The office door opened once more.
Maria Hill walked out.
Her deep blue S.H.I.E.L.D. combat uniform, although put back on neatly, showed a slightly deformed collar zipper upon closer inspection, and her belt was buckled a few notches tighter than usual—as if she were desperately trying to hide some kind of physical weakness.
Her face was still as cold as frost, but in those habitually sharp ice-blue eyes, there was now a layer of water mist that hadn't completely dissipated.
In fact, with every step she took, her brow would furrow slightly.
That feeling was as if she had just finished a marathon, and her legs were still trembling uncontrollably.
"deputy director Hill, take care."
Kingpin was still guarding the door like an iron tower, with that signature fake smile on his face as he thoughtfully pressed the elevator button for her.
Hill's body stiffened.
She gave Kingpin a fierce glare, then looked back at that closed office door.
She gritted her teeth.
"Tell him..."
Hill's voice was a bit raspy, as if there were grit in her throat.
"The conditions S.H.I.E.L.D. promised will be fulfilled."
"But if he dares to leak even half a word of today's... negotiation details,"
"I will shoot him dead, even if I have to give up this uniform!"
After saying that,
She fled into the elevator.
It wasn't until the elevator doors closed that Kingpin faintly heard a long sigh from inside, sounding like she was utterly exhausted.
"Tsk tsk."
Kingpin shook his head, pulled the third wad of cotton from his pocket, and silently stuffed it into his ear.
The boss's combat power.
Is simply more brutal than when he was slashing people in Hell's Kitchen... Inside the office.
Johnny was bare-chested, leaning casually in his executive chair, holding a glass of red wine. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, he looked down at the heavy traffic that resembled ants below.
His mood was simply at its peak.
"System, open the S.H.I.E.L.D. Secret Database."
Johnny thought to himself.
That hearty "negotiation" just now hadn't just made him feel refreshed in body and mind; more importantly, he had obtained the reward he had been coveting for a long time.
[Ding! S.H.I.E.L.D. S-Rank Secret Database connected!]
[Retrieving high-value targets for you...]
Along with the system's prompt, countless encrypted files slid across his retina like flowing water.
HYDRA's undercover list, alien technology wreckage, undisclosed powered individuals... Suddenly,
Johnny's gaze fixed on a file marked "Top Secret."
File Code: Miracles.
Location: Sokovia, HYDRA Secret Research Base.
Person in Charge: Baron Wolfgang von Strucker.
And in the file's attachment was a blurry photo.
In the photo, a girl wearing a red hoodie was curled up in the corner of a dark prison cell, her eyes showing a trace of vigilance and madness like that of a wounded Beast.
Wanda Maximoff.
The future Scarlet Witch.
And also a source of eternal heartache for countless Marvel fans.
"Found you."
The corner of Johnny's mouth curved into an excited smile, like a hunter spotting his prey.
"My little Witch."
"So you were hiding there."
He downed the red wine in his glass in one gulp and slammed the glass heavily onto the table.
"Kingpin!"
"Here, Master."
"Prepare the car... no, no need."
Johnny stood up, his lean muscles gleaming like bronze in the sunlight, filled with explosive power.
"I'll go there personally."
"Some treasures, I don't feel safe leaving them in others' hands."
"I have to bring her home quickly."
...Sokovia.
This was a small border town located in Eastern Europe, perpetually shrouded in war and cold.
And deep within the city, a HYDRA Base converted from an ancient castle was hidden beneath the white snow.
Deep inside the Base, in the underground laboratory,
Baron Strucker was standing in front of the one-way glass, looking at the two test subjects inside with a face full of fanaticism.
A silver-haired youth was moving at high speed, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
While another red-haired girl was sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing with a crimson energy ball in her hands.
That was the power bestowed upon them by the Mind Stone.
And it was also HYDRA's hope for World conquest.
"Perfect... simply perfect."
Baron Strucker praised, the greed in his eyes completely undisguised.
"As long as we can control these Twins, what does the Avengers matter? What does S.H.I.E.L.D.matter?"
"The World will ultimately belong to HYDRA!"
However,
Just as he was immersed in his beautiful dream,
"BOOM!!!"
A World-shaking explosion instantly shattered the silence of the Base.
Chapter 60
The Maximoffs
The entire underground laboratory shook violently, the overhead lights flickered, and the alarm wailed shrilly.
"What's going on?!"
Baron Strucker was furious.
"Is there an invasion? Is it the Avengers?!"
"No... Officer!"
A monitor pointed at the screen in horror, his voice trembling.
"No... it's not the Avengers."
"It's... it's one person!"
On the screen.
The originally indestructible Base gate had now become a massive hole.
Amidst the swirling dust.
An Asian man in a black trench coat was walking slowly, with a leisurely pace.
He didn't carry any weapons.
But with every step he took, the surrounding fully armed HYDRA soldiers were sent flying back with miserable cries as if hit by an invisible force, crashing heavily against the walls, their fates unknown.
Aura fully unleashed!
Domineering presence leaking out!
"Those who block me, die."
Johnny's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly spread throughout the entire Base, carrying a pressure that made the soul tremble.
He pushed forward all the way.
Whether it was high-tech energy guns or enhanced HYDRA Agents.
In front of him, they were all as fragile as paper.
He didn't even activate that signature aura.
Physical strength and speed alone were enough to crush everything!
"Mon... Monster!"
Baron Strucker watched the approaching god of death on the screen, cold sweat instantly drenching his back.
"Quick! Activate the defense system! Release all the test subjects!"
"Stop him! At all costs!"
Unfortunately.
It was useless.
Less than three minutes had passed.
"Bang!"
The heavy blast door of the laboratory was kicked flying.
The massive steel door flew across the room like a cannonball, directly crushing several of Baron Strucker's cronies behind him into meat paste.
Johnny walked in.
He patted off non-existent dust from his clothes, his gaze directly bypassing the trembling Baron Strucker to look at the cell holding the twins.
That red figure.
"First time meeting, Baron Strucker."
Johnny's voice was lazy, with a hint of playfulness.
"Thanks for taking care of my... family for so long."
"Now."
"I've come to take them home."
"Who... who are you?!"
Baron Strucker pulled out a pistol, pointing it at Johnny with a trembling hand.
"I am the leader of HYDRA! You can't..."
"Noisy."
Johnny frowned slightly and flicked his finger gently.
"Whoosh—!"
A golden ki wave instantly pierced Baron Strucker's wrist.
The pistol fell to the ground.
Baron Strucker let out a pig-like wail, clutching his severed hand as he knelt on the floor.
Johnny didn't even spare him a glance, walking straight toward that special cell.
He reached out and grabbed the alloy bars, which were as thick as an arm.
With a slight exertion of force.
"Creak—"
The ear-grating sound of twisting metal rang out.
That indestructible cage was actually torn open with a large hole by him, as easily as snapping noodles.
The silver-haired youth (Quicksilver) inside saw this and flickered, trying to use his speed to rush out and attack Johnny.
But the next second.
"Pow!"
He was slapped flying by Johnny, becoming embedded in the wall so firmly he couldn't be pulled out.
"Brother-in-law, be quiet."
Johnny glanced at him, then fixed his gaze on the red-haired girl in the corner.
Wanda Maximoff.
She looked up, her wild eyes flashing with a scarlet glow.
Between her hands, Chaos Magic energy was surging frantically.
She was very angry, and also very afraid.
"Don't come over!"
Wanda screamed, and the red energy ball in her hand was violently thrown at Johnny.
However.
Johnny just gave a gentle wave of his hand.
That ball of Chaos Magic, which was enough to blow up a tank, instantly dissipated into nothingness like smoke blown away by the wind.
"Is this your power?"
Johnny walked up to her and crouched down, his gaze level with hers.
That calm, confidence, and... powerful aura that seemed capable of embracing everything.
It left Wanda stunned.
"Not mature enough, Little Witch."
Johnny reached out, ignoring the energy swirling around her, and gently tilted her chin up.
The touch from his fingertips was delicate and cool.
"Want revenge?"
Johnny looked into her eyes, his voice full of temptation.
"Want to destroy Stark?"
"Want to stop being treated like a lab rat?"
Wanda's pupils shrank slightly.
These were the things she desired most in the depths of her heart.
"Follow me."
Johnny revealed a brilliant smile, but in Wanda's eyes, this smile was more alluring than a devil's.
"Be my woman."
"I'll give you power."
"I'll give you freedom."
"Even..."
Johnny leaned closer to her face, smelling the unique fragrance of the young girl.
"I can help you put this World..."
"Under your feet."
[Ding!]
[Detected Marvel top-tier potential—Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)!]
[Target Status: Fear, confusion, desire for power.]
[Body Stats: B84/W58/H86 (Huge potential, especially... cough, constitution modified by Chaos Magic)]
[System Suggestion: This target is extremely starved for love and admires strength. The absolute power and'Savior' posture shown by the host are the best weapons to break through her heart's defenses!]
[Conquest Reward Preview: Chaos Magic Affinity Constitution, Reality Modification Ability(low-end version), and... an obedient little magic wife!]
Hearing the system's prompt, the smile on Johnny's face grew even wider.
This wasn't just saving someone.
This was clearly... the start of a grooming game.
Wanda looked at the man before her.
His palms were broad and warm, and his gaze was domineering yet gentle.
In this cold hell.
He was like a sun that had suddenly broken in.
Hot, blinding, yet making one unable to resist wanting to get closer.
"Can you... really give me the power for revenge?"
Wanda's voice trembled slightly.
"Of course."
Johnny pulled her into his arms, letting her feel his solid chest.
"As long as you are obedient."
"Whatever you want."
"I will give it to you."
"Including..."
Johnny smirked wickedly, blowing a breath into her ear.
"A warm home."
"And a group of... loving sisters."
...The snow in Sokovia was still falling.
But the HYDRA Base had already turned into a pile of ruins.
Johnny held the still-dazed Wanda, with a questioning-his-life Pietro following behind (being carried by the collar), and strolled out the main gate.
"Time to go home."
Johnny glanced at the Little Witch in his arms.
In his heart, he was already calculating.
For tonight's "welcome ceremony".
Should he have Gwen, Felicia, and Hill join for a... four-player mahjong?
Sss—
For the peace of the Universe.
These kidneys might have to work overtime... In the sky above Manhattan, New York.
A pitch-black Quinjet cut through the clouds, but it didn't land at the Avengers Tower or the S.H.I.E.L.D. landing pad; instead, it hovered extremely arrogantly over the top floor of the Osborn Tower.
The hatch slowly opened.
Johnny walked out with his arm around Wanda, who was dressed in red.
The wind at high altitude was strong, blowing Wanda's already somewhat messy brownish-red long hair even more wildly. She subconsciously shrank into Johnny's arms, her eyes full of wildness yet carrying a bit of timidness as she curiously and warily surveyed the steel jungle below.
Is this... the scent of freedom?
"Don't be afraid."
Johnny's large hand gently patted her thin shoulder, the warmth from his palm spreading through her whole body via her thin red hoodie.
"From today on, this is your home."
"And also your..."
Johnny's lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned in to whisper in her ear:
"Hunting ground."
Wanda's small face instantly flushed red. Although she didn't fully understand the deep meaning behind this man's words, the feeling of being invaded and enveloped made her heart, which had been in fear for years, feel strangely settled.
"Hey! I say..."
Behind them, an extremely ill-timed voice rang out.
Pietro Maximoff, the future Quicksilver, was carrying two massive suitcases (trophies Johnny had conveniently "borrowed" from the HYDRA Base) with a look of displeasure, following breathlessly.
"Can you stop being in heat over there?"
"My sister just got out of prison, she needs rest! Not listening to your..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish.
Johnny didn't even look back, flicking an Air Bullet with his hand.
It struck Pietro's forehead with unerring precision.
"Ouch!"
This Mutant with super-speed didn't even have a chance to react before being flicked so hard he fell flat on his back.
"Brother-in-law, watch your attitude."
Johnny said unhurriedly, his tone devoid of anger, only a natural domineering quality.
"In this house, only I speak."
"As for you..."
Johnny pointed at the bald fat man with a face full of scars who was waiting respectfully at the penthouse entrance.
"Kingpin, take him to the Security Department to report."
"This kid is pretty quick on his feet. In the future, tasks like delivering packages, buying late-night snacks, and walking dogs will be handed to him."
"Yes, Master."
Kingpin grinned, a smile that in Pietro's eyes was even more terrifying than HYDRA's Baron Strucker.
"Let's go, silver-haired boy."
Kingpin grabbed Pietro by the back of his collar like he was picking up a chick.
"No! I'm not going! I want to protect Wanda!"
Pietro struggled desperately, but in the face of absolute strength, his speed couldn't be utilized at all.
He looked toward Wanda for help.
However.
His precious sister currently had her head buried in that man's chest, not even sparing him a glance.
Pietro's heart broke.
She hasn't even been married off yet, and her loyalty has already shifted to outer space?!
...Having dealt with the annoying third wheel.
Johnny was in high spirits as he led Wanda into the private elevator that went straight to the penthouse luxury home.
"Ding—"
The elevator doors opened.
A wave of warm, cozy air greeted them.
In the spacious and luxurious living room, three distinctly different yet equally stunning beauties were sitting on the sofa, seemingly holding some kind of "family meeting".
Gwen Stacy, wearing loose loungewear, held a glass of warm milk; her lower abdomen was already slightly bulging, and she radiated a maternal glow.
Felicia Hardy was still that lazy Little Wildcat, sinking into the sofa while playing with an exquisite dagger.
Maria Hill, the ice-queen deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was currently wearing one of Johnny's oversized white shirts, frowning at documents on a tablet; her long legs exposed outside were enough to make anyone dizzy.
Hearing the elevator, three pairs of beautiful eyes looked over simultaneously.
When they saw the red-haired girl in Johnny's arms, dressed in rags yet possessing a devastatingly beautiful face.
The air fell silent for a second.
"Ahem."
Johnny gave a dry cough, his face wearing that signature rogue smile.
"So..."
"I went out and picked up a stray Little Witch."
"I thought she was quite pitiful, so I brought her back..."
"To keep?"
Felicia raised an eyebrow, her cat-like eyes full of playfulness.
"To keep in bed, I assume?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, this figure, this temperament... Boss, your taste is as sharp as ever."
Hill gave a cold snort and closed her tablet.
"A HYDRA test subject?"
"Code name 'Scarlet Witch'?"
"Johnny, do you know what you're doing? She's a dangerous individual! S.H.I.E.L.D. is currently searching for..."
"Stop."
Johnny interrupted Hill's professional habit.
He walked straight to the sofa, sat down, and pulled Wanda onto his lap.
"There are no dangerous individuals here."
"Only my women."
"Hill, don't forget your current identity."
Johnny's fingers gently brushed over Hill's firm thigh.
"In S.H.I.E.L.D., you are the deputy director."
"But here..."
"You are just my trophy."
Hill's face instantly flushed red; she bit her lip and turned her head away, not daring to argue.
Because she knew that the consequence of arguing was often being carried into the bedroom for "family discipline".
At this time.
Gwen, who hadn't spoken, put down her milk glass.
She stood up and walked over to Wanda.
Looking at this girl who was full of wariness and tension.
Gwen sighed, a hint of gentle pity appearing in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid."
Gwen reached out and gently tidied Wanda's messy hair.
"Now that you're here, no one can hurt you anymore."
"Are you hungry?"
"I'll go get you something to eat."
That damn main wife aura!
Is this the magnanimity of the first wife?
Johnny was so moved he almost bowed to Gwen on the spot.
Wanda was stunned.
She looked at the blonde girl before her; that warm feeling caused the psychological defenses she had built up to instantly collapse.
"Tha... Thank you."
Wanda's voice was as quiet as a mosquito's buzz.
"Alright, alright, we're all family now, no need for such formalities."
Johnny gave a broad wave of his hand, directly declaring the family status.
He looked around at the beauties.
Gwen's intellect, Felicia's wildness, Hill's cold beauty, and Wanda's mystery.
This is the empire I've conquered!
"To celebrate the arrival of a new member."
Johnny unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his lean and strong chest.
His eyes flashed with a light called "debauchery".
"I think it's necessary for us to conduct an in-depth..."
"Team building activity."
"How about it?"
"Who's in favor, who's against?"
The women looked at each other.
Felicia licked her lips and was the first to pounce.
"I'm in favor!"
"Just right, I want to see if this Little Witch's magic can add some new tricks to our games..."
Although Hill looked reluctant, her body honestly didn't move an inch.
As for Wanda... in Johnny's arms, she had already turned into a pool of spring water.
The night was still long.
And the lights on the top floor of the Osborn Tower.
Were destined to stay bright all night... [Ding!]
[Detected that the host has successfully subdued a high-potential individual—Wanda Maximoff!]
[Current Status: Clinging like a fledgling, favorability soaring!]
[Achievement Unlocked: Witch's Redemption!]
[Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: Chaos Magic Affinity Constitution(Elementary)!]
[Skill Description: You will have extremely high resistance to magic, and... your body fluids will have a fatal attraction and strengthening effect on magical creatures!]
[Extra Reward: Favorability +20 (All harem members)!]
[System Prompt: Family harmony is the foundation of procreation. Please keep up the good work, host, and let the Scarlet Witch also conceive a... cough, Saiyan descendant soon!]
Hearing the system prompt in his mind.
The busy Johnny curled his lips into a smug smile.
Body fluid strengthening?
Is this skill... decent?
But it's so damn practical!
"Wanda."
Johnny whispered in the Little Witch's ear.
"Are you ready?"
"I'm going to start..."
"Teaching you real magic."