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When Elektra regained consciousness, she found herself tied to a metal chair—the very same chair that had previously held George Stacy. Across from her stood Peter, his armored battle suit gleaming coldly under the warehouse lights.
Elektra narrowed her eyes at the metal silhouette, a mocking smile playing on her lips despite her predicament. "Do you think capturing me will make me betray my employer and reveal everything I know?"
Peter ignored her taunt, his synthesized voice flat as he began to recount a series of facts.
"Elektra Natchios. Daughter of Hugo Costas Natchios. A ninja assassin currently on Kingpin's payroll. You began studying martial arts at nine, learned ninjutsu from Stick at the Chaste at twenty, and later transitioned to The Hand..."
Elektra's pupils constricted violently. It was as if a long-buried scar in her heart had been ripped open. She began to struggle madly against her bonds. "Who are you?! How do you know my past?!"
Peter stopped speaking. Thanks to his Mechanical Limit Breaker talent, which had enhanced his intelligence and memory, he could recall every detail of the comic book lore from his previous life with perfect clarity. These memories were now his most potent weapon.
He stepped closer, looming over her. "Why I know is irrelevant. What matters is that you have nowhere to hide from me. I am offering you two choices."
Peter held up two fingers.
"Path one: You cling to a meager sense of loyalty and die here. I'm certain Kingpin will feel the money he spent on you was a solid investment. Path two: Tell me Kingpin's whereabouts and work for me. In exchange, I will help you disappear from The Hand's reach."
Elektra's chest heaved as she processed the offer. She was a pragmatist. She worked for Kingpin for two things: money and protection from her former masters. If this mysterious 'Batman' could offer better of both, the choice was simple.
"Alright," she said, her voice dropping to a calm chill. "I choose the second path."
Peter wasn't surprised. He knew Elektra's loyalty was as fluid as water. To ensure this alliance remained stable, he had prepared a "welcoming gift."
"Smart choice. Here is your reward."
Peter's hand blurred as he reached toward her neck. By the time Elektra could flinch, a sleek silver ring had snapped around her throat.
"What is this? I don't want your gifts!" she hissed, clawing at the cold metal.
"Relax. It's a communication device," Peter lied smoothly. "With this, you can call for my help anytime. However, I should warn you—don't try to remove it unless your neck is made of Vibranium."
A drop of cold sweat trickled down Elektra's forehead. She understood the unspoken threat. This 'gift' was a collar that could end her life in a heartbeat.
The King's Empty Nest
After releasing her, Peter piloted giant god soldier no. 1, grabbed Elektra, and smashed through the warehouse ceiling, streaking across the night sky toward downtown New York.
They arrived at the top floor of the Galaxy Tower, one of Kingpin's many lavish residences. The giant mech shattered the enormous floor-to-ceiling window and stepped into the penthouse.
The room was silent. A cigar still smoldered in an ashtray on the coffee table, a thin trail of smoke marking Kingpin's recent departure.
"The fox has gone to ground," Peter muttered. He had already scanned the area with infrared thermal imaging; there were no ambushes, only the lingering scent of expensive tobacco.
Elektra landed lightly on the floor, scanning the room with a practiced eye. "Boss, he left in a hurry. He probably didn't have time to move the contents of his vault."
Peter turned his mechanical gaze toward her. "Show me."
Eager to prove her new allegiance, Elektra led him to a decorative deer head mounted on the wall. She twisted one of the pointed antlers.
Click.
The heavy bookshelf nearby slid aside, revealing a reinforced, two-meter-high vault. Elektra stepped back. "I knew it was here, but I don't have the password."
"Step aside," Peter commanded.
He drew his prototype lightsaber. The white energy blade hummed with a high-frequency buzz that made Elektra's skin crawl. She watched, mesmerized and terrified, as Peter plunged the blade into the vault door.
The metal turned white-hot and melted like wax. In seconds, Peter had carved a jagged opening into the heart of the safe. As the door fell inward, a brilliant, golden glow reflected off the walls.
The vault was packed to the ceiling with gold bars.
Peter didn't hesitate. He controlled the giant god soldier no. 1 to tear the entire safe out of the wall structure. He hoisted the massive weight onto the mech's shoulder. At current market rates, the gold inside was worth at least tens of millions of U.S. dollars.
Kingpin might have escaped for now, but Peter was taking the interest on the debt. With this capital, his next phase of technological development could finally begin.
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