Chapter 71: Investigation Before Cooperation
Three days later, Washington, deep beneath the Triskelion Headquarters, in a cutting-edge laboratory isolated by multiple layers of encryption and physical barriers.
Nick Fury, wearing his iconic black leather trench coat with his hands behind his back, stood silently before a massive, one-way transparent observation window made of specialized glass.
Behind the glass was a brightly lit test field, filled with various precision detection instruments and shadowless lamps.
Maria Hill stood half a step behind him to his side, holding a slim but detailed electronic tablet. Her expression was as calm and efficient as ever, though a trace of imperceptible gravity lingered deep in her eyes.
"Officer," Hill's voice rang out clearly in the quiet observation room, "the preliminary testing, safety assessments, and basic performance reports for all five types of talismans have been compiled. I will now provide a detailed report."
Fury didn't speak, only tilting his head slightly to signal her to continue.
"First is the 'Fire Element: Flame Burst Talisman'." Hill cast her gaze toward a spot in the test field marked as the 'Explosion Test Zone'.
There sat a thick, homogeneous steel plate, upon which was stuck a blackened, spent fragment of talisman paper.
"Activated under standard atmospheric pressure and room temperature, its directional detonation peak power is equivalent to 2.1 kilograms of C4 plastic explosive TNT equivalent."
"However, the range of the blast Impact wave is controlled with extreme precision, concentrated within a conical area of approximately 120 degrees at the front. It has an effective kill radius of about 5 meters, with minimal Impactto the rear and sides of the detonation point."
"The energy release form is unique, producing high-temperature, high-pressure plasma that lasts for an extremely short duration. Conventional explosive detection equipment struggles to identify residues."
"Next is the 'Water Element - Fog Guiding Talisman'." She turned her gaze toward another sealed, transparent environmental chamber simulating a complex urban block.
"Upon activation, it releases a large volume of fine water droplets at temperatures near zero degrees Celsius within three seconds, rapidly forming a stable dense fog zone measuring approximately 5m x 5m x 3m."
"The droplet diameter is extremely small and uniformly distributed. The duration is affected by ambient humidity; in a standard laboratory environment, it can last for 3 minutes and 30 seconds."
"Our infrared thermal imagers, laser rangefinders, acoustic detectors, and even most non-penetrating radar waves suffer severe interference inside the dense fog."
"Signal attenuation exceeds 90%, making it nearly impossible to effectively detect active targets inside."
She paused for a moment and added: "However, kleinmentioned that if we purchase some... additional supporting items from him, we can maintain clear vision within the fog. This item requires subsequent specialized testing for verification."
Fury's lone eye narrowed slightly, but he still remained silent.
"'Earth Element - Bedrock Talisman'." Hill looked toward the center of the test field, where a sturdy-looking, earthy-yellow wall stood.
"Upon activation, it instantly generates a solid earthen wall at a designated location, measuring approximately 2 meters wide, 2 meters high, and 40 centimeters thick."
"Material analysis shows its microstructure is dense. Key indicators such as compressive and flexural strength, when converted, are roughly equivalent to an equal volume of C100 grade ultra-high performance concrete."
"It is sufficient to withstand conventional assault rifle fire, grenade fragments, and a certain degree of Impact."
"The wall lasts for about 9 minutes and 50 seconds, after which it spontaneously collapses into ordinary sand and soil."
"Then there is the 'Wood Element - Rejuvenation Talisman'." Hill's tone became involuntarily more solemn as she turned her gaze toward another medical monitoring room connected outside the observation window.
Through the glass, an Agent wearing hospital scrubs but looking quite spirited could be seen moving his left arm—which not long ago had been a bloody mess, nearly severed at the elbow.
"The test subject's left forearm was blown off at close range by a preset fragmentation grenade during a recent mission, with only some skin and flesh still attached. His injury was judged as a fatal disability by the medical department. After applying the 'Wood Element - Rejuvenation Talisman'..."
She took a deep breath. Even with her composure, her voice carried a trace of disbelief as she narrated this event.
"The flesh, bone, nerves, and blood vessels between the severed limb and the torso regenerated, reconnected, and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye."
"The entire process took 9 minutes and 17 seconds. The wounded man's vital signs remained stable, with no rejection reactions or signs of infection."
"Currently, the Agent has recovered basic function in his left arm. Grip strength and flexibility tests have reached 92% of his pre-injury levels, and there are no reports of pain or functional abnormalities."
"The medical department's preliminary judgment is that a full recovery will leave no sequelae and will not affect his subsequent combat capabilities."
Dead silence filled the observation room, save for the faint hum of operating equipment.
Fury's lone eye stared fixedly at the Agent moving freely in the medical room. His hands behind his back clenched almost imperceptibly for a moment.
Regrowing flesh on bone, bringing back the dead!
Restoring a severely crippled elite to full combat effectiveness in ten minutes! How was this a medical talisman? This was practically a 'Resurrection Scroll' for the battlefield!
"Finally, and most importantly, the 'Vajra Talisman'." Hill's voice pulled Fury's thoughts back as she pointed toward the furthest firing range area.
There, on the chest of a humanoid target wearing specialized protective gear, was a pale gold talisman paper that had completely dimmed and was covered in cracks.
"Upon activation, it forms an invisible energy shield on the user's body surface, covering the entire body."
"We used a Barrett M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle to conduct shots at standard testing distances."
She paused, as if confirming the authenticity of the numbers.
"The first round. A.50 BMG armor-piercing incendiary round hit the center of the shield. The shield fluctuated violently but did not break. The bullet's kinetic energy was completely absorbed and deflected, failing to penetrate."
"A second round of the same type hit less than 5 centimeters from the first. The shield reached its critical point after bearing the Impact, shattered, and dissipated."
"However, the bullet's kinetic energy had been greatly weakened, failing to penetrate the equivalent Level III ballistic plate installed behind it."
"Data analysis shows that the shield's defense limit is roughly equivalent to taking two consecutive direct hits from standard.50 anti-materiel sniper rounds within effective range."
"Thud!"
A soft, muffled sound.
It was Nick Fury's fist, unconsciously slamming against the cold edge of the specialized glass window.
The muscles on his face twitched slightly. Even with his iron will, honed by years and countless secrets, a massive wave had surged in his heart at this moment.
Restoring a severely wounded person to combat readiness in ten minutes!
A shield that can tank two rounds from an anti-materiel sniper rifle!
What did these two things mean for field Agents who spent their lives on the edge of death with high casualty rates?
It meant that missions that were originally certain death might become narrow escapes!
It meant that a squad wipeout caused by a mission failure could become a retreat with heavy injuries, followed by a comeback after reorganization!
It meant that the survival chances of his most elite, most precious, and most expensive-to-train ace Agents would be exponentially increased!
This was a strategic advantage! It was a life-saving talisman that couldn't be bought even with piles of green US dollars!
Fury slowly turned around, his lone eye sharp as a knife as he looked at Hill. His voice was low, as if squeezed from deep within his chest:
"These things... can our people reverse-engineer them? Even if it's just a weakened imitation?"
Hill didn't hesitate for a second, immediately shaking her head with a decisive tone:
"Negative, Officer. The technical department used all the most cutting-edge analysis methods, including energy field mapping at the quantum level."
"The core structure of the talismans is composed of five special energies that we completely fail to understand—distinct in nature yet perfectly symbiotic."
"These energies are not any form known on Earth. Their 'rules' or 'logic' for combination, operation, and maintenance are incompatible with our existing scientific systems."
"Forceful disassembly will only lead to the instantaneous out-of-control annihilation of the energy. Currently, we can't even achieve stable observation of its internal complete structure, let alone imitation."
Fury fell silent for a full ten-plus seconds.
The air in the observation room seemed to freeze, with only his heavy breathing faintly audible.
Finally, he let out a long, deep breath of turbid air, as if to exhale all the shock, weighing of options, and even a hint of helplessness from his chest.
"Raise klein's file," he spoke slowly, emphasizing every word, "to'Skyline' level clearance. Place him on the highest priority observation and contact list."
"Yes, Officer." Hill immediately complied.
"You," Fury's lone eye locked firmly onto Hill, "will have full authority over subsequent contact and negotiations with him. Remember—"
He leaned forward slightly, emitting an unquestionable sense of pressure.
"These things must, and can only, flow into S.H.I.E.L.D.through you. I want an exclusive supply, Hill."
"I don't want to find out one day that one of our friendly agencies, or worse, our rivals, has gotten their hands on similar toys. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Perfectly, Officer." Hill straightened her back, her eyes sharp. "I will ensure the exclusivity and controllability of the procurement channel. However... the other party will certainly ask for an exorbitant price."
Fury nodded, his expression softening slightly, but then he showed a complex look of pain mixed with resolution.
"As for the price..." He waved his hand, his tone carrying a sort of 'in for a penny, in for a pound' desperation.
"Let him set it. As long as the items are real and the effects are as you say. Money is not an issue. Anyway..."
He turned back around, looking out at the cold test field again, a cold sneer flashing in his lone eye.
"Anyway, the ones footing the bill in the end are those lords on Capitol Hill. As long as it can keep a few more of my boys alive and complete a few more impossible missions, this deal is worth it."
The corner of Hill's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, it turned into a concise response:
"Understood. I will prepare immediately and set out for New York."
Chapter 72: Cooperation Begins (I)
Early the next morning, a black chevrolet suburban pulled up silently at the street corner.
Hill pushed open the door and stepped out, still wearing a sharp, well-tailored dark gray suit, her auburn hair tied back meticulously.
She crossed the slightly chilly morning street and pushed open the door of the Supernatural Response Agency.
"Ding-dong."
The crisp sound of the doorbell rang out.
Aunt Mei was organizing the display cabinet. Hearing the sound, she looked up and saw Hill; a flash of surprise crossed her face, which quickly turned into a warm smile.
"Good morning, Ms. Hill! Please, come in!"
She quickly put down the flannel cloth in her hand, stepped forward to greet her, and invited Hill to sit on a single sofa in the lounge area.
"Please wait a moment, I'll go make some tea for you." As Aunt Mei walked toward the small kitchen, she muttered to herself: Klein really called it; this "sucker" sure came quickly.
Hill nodded slightly in greeting, sitting upright. Her gaze swept inconspicuously across the interior of the shop; it hadn't changed since her visit a few days ago.
However, compared to the scrutiny of her first visit, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible sense of urgency in her eyes.
Soon, Aunt Mei brought over a steaming cup of black tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of Hill.
"Ms. Hill, please have some tea first. Klein... he's not up yet. Please wait a moment, I'll go upstairs to wake him."
Hill nodded again without asking further. She simply picked up the teacup and blew on it gently.
Aunt Mei smiled at her, turned, and walked quickly toward the stairs in the back, her high heels clicking crisply on the wooden floor.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
She went up to the second floor in a few steps and pushed open the ajar door of the master bedroom.
In the room, klein was sprawled out on the bed, one leg hanging outside the quilt, clearly still in a daze.
"Wake up, wake up!" Aunt Mei walked to the bedside and gave him a nudge.
"Mmm... stop it, let me sleep a bit longer..." klein mumbled indistinctly, rolled over, and turned his back to Aunt Mei.
Aunt Mei was both annoyed and amused. She leaned down close to his ear and lowered her voice, "Stop sleeping, someone's here! That woman from last time is back!"
"Which woman...?" klein didn't even open his eyes, but his arm suddenly reached out and wrapped around Aunt Mei's waist. With a slight pull, he brought her down onto the bed.
His hot body immediately pressed against her, and he breathed into her ear, "Little beauty, throwing yourself into my arms so early in the morning—did you miss me?"
"Oh! Stop it!" Caught off guard, Aunt Mei's heart skipped a beat from his hot breath and firm chest. Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and she pressed her hands against his chest.
"I'm serious! It's that woman named Hill! The one you gave the talismans to last time!"
"Hill?" klein paused, blinked, and seemed finally a bit more awake. A playful smile then appeared on his face.
"Oh, it's her. She came this fast? Those guys can be quite efficient sometimes."
As he spoke, he didn't move away. Instead, he lowered his head and gave Aunt Mei's flushed earlobe a gentle bite, eliciting a short gasp from her.
"Who cares about her? She's not as important as you right now..." He made a move to continue.
"You! Stop it! She's waiting downstairs!" Aunt Mei felt weak all over from his antics, but her remaining rationality made her push him away with effort. "Business first! Get up, quickly!"
Seeing that Aunt Mei was truly getting anxious, klein finally let go, though reluctantly. He gave her flushed cheek another kiss before rolling over and sitting up.
"Alright, alright. The sucker is at the door; business first." He stepped out of bed barefoot and took a long stretch, his joints letting out a series of crisp pops.
"Go down and entertain her first. Tell her I'll be down in a moment. I'm going to wash up." klein said as he headed toward the bathroom.
Aunt Mei hurriedly tidied her messy hair and clothes, gave him a reproachful glare, and then turned to go downstairs. However, her steps were much lighter than when she had come up, and a trace of a smile she hadn't even noticed played on her lips.
Downstairs, Hill was still sitting on the sofa, having only taken a small sip of her black tea.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up at Mei coming down the stairs.
"He'll be down shortly. Please wait a moment." Aunt Mei walked behind the counter, observing Hill out of the corner of her eye while tidying things.
This woman had a powerful aura and a clear objective; she clearly wasn't someone easily fooled.
Klein called her a "sucker," but could he really take advantage of her?
About seven or eight minutes later, footsteps were heard on the stairs.
klein walked down leisurely. He had changed into a clean black T-shirt and jeans. His hair was still a bit damp, casually brushed back to reveal a smooth forehead.
"Yo, what a rare guest, Ms. Hill." klein strolled behind the long desk and plopped into the grandmaster chair, leaning back relaxedly.
"It's only been a few days. Don't tell me you missed me?"
Hill's gaze fell on him. Ignoring his teasing, she got straight to the point: "mr. klein, we have completed the preliminary testing and evaluation of the five talisman samples you provided."
"Oh!" klein raised an eyebrow, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "Such high efficiency. Why are you so slow with other things..."
Seeing that Hill didn't respond, klein had to continue, "Are you satisfied with the test results? Do you think they're worth more than the price, or do you think I was bragging?"
Hill took an ultra-thin tablet from her briefcase, placed it on the long desk, and pushed it toward klein.
On the screen was a concise but information-dense summary report, containing various test data, comparison charts, and a summary of conclusions.
Although most specific parameters and details were blurred out, the core conclusions were clearly visible.
klein glanced at the screen, his smile deepening. He looked at Hill and said, "You guys are quite professional; you know more than I do."
Hill took back the tablet, her blue eyes looking directly at klein. "mr. klein, the effects of your products are very impressive. We hope to establish a long-term, stable supply relationship with you."
"Long-term? Stable?" klein scratched his chin, feigning thought. "Sounds good. However, when I do business, I like to settle the difficult terms first. How long is 'long-term'? What does'stable' mean? And most importantly—how much are we talking about?"
"We hope to obtain exclusive purchasing rights for these five types of talismans." Hill didn't avoid the issue, directly stating her desire to monopolize klein's talismans.
"The quantity and frequency of purchases can be negotiated based on actual needs, but it must be guaranteed that similar products will not flow to any other organization or individual through you."
"Exclusive, huh..." klein drawled, his fingers lightly tapping the table as if weighing the options. "Quite an appetite. Exclusive means I can only sell to you. As for the price..."
"We can discuss the price," Hill replied quickly, clearly prepared. "As long as the effect, output, and quality of the talismans are guaranteed, price is not an issue."
Chapter 73: Cooperation Begins (Part 2)
"There won't be any issues with the effect or quality, but... I can't guarantee the quantity."
"You can't guarantee the output?" Hill's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly; clearly, this answer was somewhat unexpected.
"At most three hundred a month." klein held up three fingers. "However, the quantity of each type of talisman can be adjusted. These things aren't like radishes in a field that you can pull up as many as you want."
He leaned forward, spreading his hands with a "you know how it is" expression on his face.
"After all, they are... purely handmade. Before making each talisman, one must bathe, change clothes, burn incense, and pray. Every talisman requires the infusion of one's 'essence, energy, and spirit'; there can be no room for carelessness."
"If there are too many, the quality cannot be guaranteed. You wouldn't want to receive defective products with diminished effects, would you?"
Hill remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly processing this limitation.
A total of three hundred per month was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s massive field requirements and potential consumption.
But the point that "the types can be chosen" gave her some room to maneuver. In a situation where resources were extremely limited, the allocation of priorities became crucial.
"I understand." Hill finally nodded, accepting this reality.
Facing such extraordinary and exclusively monopolized "magic items," it was inevitably whatever the other party said it was.
Being able to guarantee a stable output of three hundred per month was already showing considerable sincerity.
"Then, regarding the price." She looked back at klein. "Our preliminary assessment is to purchase them at a base price of one thousand dollars per talisman. What do you think?"
"Not much!" klein's voice suddenly rose, carrying unabashed mockery. "And you want exclusivity for that? Where's your sincerity?"
"mr. klein, although your talismans are effective, there is a limit to that effectiveness."
"Take the Fire Element Talisman as an example; its power is roughly equivalent to two kilograms of C4 explosive. And two kilograms of C4 only costs less than a thousand dollars to procure."
"Offering you a thousand dollars per piece is already considered a premium. After all, we have to report our expenditures to Congress at the end of the year."
klein gave a disdainful laugh, leaned back against the chair, and crossed his legs.
"Ms. Hill, it's no fun playing word games with me here." He tapped his finger lightly on the table.
"If you really thought that thousand-dollar C4 could compare to my talismans, you wouldn't be sitting here talking to me now."
"How many blocks of two-kilogram C4 can a single soldier carry? My talisman is just a small piece of paper; you stick it anywhere, it explodes anywhere, and it leaves no trace. On infiltration missions, do your people carry explosive packs?"
"Besides, you only mentioned the Fire Element Talisman. For the Wood Element - Rejuvenation Talisman that can allow a seriously injured person to regain combat capability in ten minutes, which medical team or special medicine in the whole World can do that?"
"Not to mention that Vajra Talisman. How much does a set of your bulletproof vests cost? How many shots can they block?"
klein looked at Hill with piercing eyes. "Let's speak frankly. I've agreed to all your conditions, and now that it's my turn, you start being perfunctory? That's not right, is it?"
Hill's pupils contracted slightly.
For S.H.I.E.L.D., the most important ones were the Wood Element - Rejuvenation Talisman and the Vajra Talisman; the other three types of talismans could be replaced by high-tech weapons. But these two types truly had no substitutes.
"mr. klein, what price range do you find acceptable?"
"Fire, Water, and Earth Element Talismans, fifteen hundred dollars each. Wood Element - Rejuvenation Talisman and Vajra Talisman, five thousand dollars each."
After hearing klein's quote, Hill fell silent for a moment, her fingers unconsciously stroking the smooth surface of her briefcase, seemingly weighing the price he had given.
"This price... I need to ask for instructions. After all, this isn't a small amount, and it involves long-term budget planning."
"Understandable, understandable." klein waved his hand generously.
"For such a big business, the person in charge should make the final call. After all, that Black Braised Egg Director of yours... I heard he's quite stingy."
"Black Braised Egg?" Hill was visibly stunned for a moment, then seemed to associate it with a certain person's image. Her tightly pressed lips curved upward almost imperceptibly, but immediately returned to her usual calm expression, so fast it seemed like an illusion.
klein keenly caught that fleeting smile and felt amused: "So she can laugh. I thought your facial nerves were dead and you were born with a poker face. Turns out you're quite the little faker!"
Hill stood up: "Please wait a moment, I need to go out and make a call."
"Go ahead." klein made a "please" gesture, then lazily picked up the tea on the table that had already gone cold and took a slow sip, his eyes following Hill's back as she walked toward the door with interest.
Watching her figure disappear outside the door, the smile on klein's face deepened. He whispered to himself: "Tsk tsk, those legs... that waist... those hips... The Black Braised Egg's subordinates really are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I didn't have time to look closely last time!"
Aunt May just happened to come out from the small kitchen in the back. Hearing his words, she gave him an annoyed look, walked over, and lowered her voice:
"What bad ideas are you cooking up now? She's a government official!"
"So what if she's a government official?" klein didn't care, crossing his legs and shaking them.
"Do government officials not need to eat or sleep? Are they beyond the mortal World? Besides, we're doing legitimate business now—fair trade, no cheating of young or old."
Aunt May could do nothing with him. She shook her head and turned to busy herself with her own affairs, though her ears were still perked, paying attention to the movement at the door.
About five or six minutes later, the shop door was pushed open again, and Hill walked in.
Her expression was no different from when she left, still that calm, capable, and business-like appearance,
but klein keenly captured a fleeting, extremely subtle ripple deep in her eyes.
Like... a sigh of relief?
"mr. klein," Hill sat back down in the chair opposite klein and got straight to the point, "Regarding the price, we can accept it."
"Splendid!" klein slapped his thigh.
"However," Hill's tone shifted, "we have two additional conditions."
"Let's hear them." klein leaned forward slightly, adopting a posture of serious listening, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
"First, regarding the exclusive procurement clause we discussed earlier, the recipient must be me personally.
You cannot provide talismans to any other person, in any form, or for any reason. This is the bottom line for ensuring the security of the channel."
"No problem." klein answered crisply. "I understand this rule. Cash on delivery, I'll only recognize your face, Ms. Hill. If anyone else comes, let alone talismans, I won't even let them through the door."
Hill nodded, expressing satisfaction with this answer.
"Second, regarding the auxiliary item you mentioned last time that can be used with the 'Water Element - Fog Guiding Talisman' to ensure clear vision in thick fog." Hillchose her words carefully,
"we hope to obtain a certain number of these auxiliary items in the first batch of procurement. Specifically, we hope that for every ten 'Water Element - Fog Guiding Talismans' purchased, you can include one matching visual auxiliary device."
"This..." klein frowned, showing a troubled expression,
"Ms. Hill, you're making things difficult for me. That thing is even more troublesome to make than the talismans themselves; the failure rate is extremely high, and the materials are very scarce."
He paused, then changed his tone:
"However, since this is our first cooperation, to show my sincerity... for the first batch of orders, I can give you four for free.
But this is a one-time thing. If you need them in the future, you'll have to buy them separately at five thousand dollars each, no haggling."
Hill remained silent for a few seconds, her brain calculating rapidly.
According to klein's statement, she could only get four free water spirit eyess, which was clearly not enough for a standard squad configuration.
But if purchased separately, the price of five thousand dollars each was also an expenditure that could not be ignored for a budget needing to equip a large number of front-line combat squads.
"What is the effective number of uses for this item?" She asked a key question.
"Probably none. Once activated, it can be used for half a year to a year."
It wasn't a one-time consumable, and at five thousand dollars each... Hill quickly evaluated the cost and tactical value in her mind.
The absolute visual advantage in specific environments might be worth this price for high-value missions such as infiltration, rescue, and counter-terrorism.
But the usage scenarios and personnel must be strictly limited.
"I understand." Hill finally nodded. "We accept this proposal. We will discuss subsequent needs and procurement separately after evaluating actual use."
"Excellent!" A smile reappeared on klein's face.
Chapter 74: Cooperation Begins (III)
"Then let's sign the contract." klein clapped his hands, a smile returning to his face as if the previous confrontation and refusal to yield had never happened.
Hill, however, shook her head slightly.
"mr. klein, do you believe that a transaction of this nature between us, using an ordinary commercial contract, would truly have any actual legal binding force?"
klein was taken aback for a moment, then understood her meaning. He leaned back into the grandmaster chair, his posture completely relaxing.
"That makes sense. Indeed, for a matter like ours, we rely on mutual trust and understanding. Fine, let's not bother with those formalities."
Hill nodded, acknowledging this pragmatic attitude.
"Then, mr. klein, let's specifically determine the types and quantities of talismans for our first purchase."
"No problem. Go ahead, I'm taking notes." klein casually pulled a pencil from the nearby pen holder and grabbed a blank sheet of paper.
"One hundred Rejuvenation Talismans. One hundred Vajra Talismans." Hill stated the first numbers, clear and precise.
klein wrote down "Rejuvenation 100" and "Vajra 100" on the paper. His pen tip paused for a moment as he looked up at Hill. "Starting with such a large order? It seems you really value these two."
Hill didn't respond, simply continuing, "Forty Flame Burst Talismans. Forty Bedrock Talismans."
klein's pen didn't stop as he continued recording.
"Twenty Fog Guiding Talismans," Hill gave the final number, adding, "along with the four visual aid devices you promised to provide for free."
"Alright, all noted." klein put down the pencil, picked up the paper with the numbers, and waved it in front of Hill.
"One hundred each of Rejuvenation and Vajra, forty each of Flame Burst and Bedrock, twenty Fog Guiding, plus four 'water spirit eyes'. Correct?"
"Precisely," Hill nodded in confirmation.
"Done!" klein casually folded the slip of paper and stuffed it into his jeans pocket, his movements as casual as if he were tucking away a supermarket receipt.
"Come pick up the goods in a week. I guarantee not a single one will be missing, and the quality will be top-notch."
"Very well, mr. klein." Hill stood up and picked up her briefcase. "Regarding the payment, would you prefer a bank transfer or cash?"
"Cash," klein said without a second thought. "A transfer means having to go to the bank to withdraw it—too much trouble. My place is small, so cash is more convenient. Just stick it in a pocket and go; it saves a lot of hassle."
"That is acceptable."
"Please wait a moment while I go get the money."
After saying that, she turned and walked toward the Suburban parked at the end of the street.
About ten minutes later, Hill returned, carrying a sturdy-looking black briefcase.
She walked to the long table, placed the briefcase on the smooth surface, pressed the latches on both sides, and the lid popped open.
Inside, stacks of brand-new hundred-dollar bills were neatly arranged, the green ink emitting an enticing luster under the lights.
"mr. klein, according to the price we agreed upon—"
"A total of 1.15 million US dollars. Please count it. If the amount is correct, I will return in one week to collect the goods."
klein's gaze swept over the neatly stacked bills in the case, a satisfied curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't reach out to touch the money, instead simply scanning it with his Spiritual Sense.
The quantity and authenticity were instantly clear to him.
"No need to count, I trust Ms. Hill." He raised his hand and snapped the lid shut with a crisp "clack," then casually set the case down under the long table.
He looked up and extended his right hand to Hill.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Hill."
Hill also reached out and gave klein a light handshake.
"Pleasure doing business with you, mr. klein."
The handshake was brief.
Hill said no more. She gave a slight nod to Auntie Mei, who was standing behind the counter not far away, then turned, pulled open the shop door, and disappeared down the street in the SUV.
Silence returned to the shop.
Auntie Mei looked at the briefcase klein had casually tucked under the table, then at klein, who was lounging comfortably in the grandmaster chair again, and couldn't help but ask:
"Klein, all that money, you're just leaving it there? Aren't you afraid..."
"Afraid of what?" klein yawned and rubbed his slightly sore eyes.
"It's safest right here. Besides, over a million a month... tsk tsk, this business is definitely worth it!"
An excited light flickered in his eyes, as if he could already see a continuous stream of green bills flowing toward him in the future.
"Alright, Mei, close the door. We're closing early today. Let's go out for a big meal."
Auntie Mei didn't move, muttering, "Why go out? It's such a waste of money. I can just cook for you; it's faster and better.
You should hurry up and make those talismans you promised. There are three hundred of them! Don't fail to deliver when the time comes; that's no joke."
Hearing this, klein jumped up from the grandmaster chair, bounded to Auntie Mei's side in a few steps, and without a word, put his arm around her shoulders, half-pushing and half-hugging her toward the door.
"Oh, it's just three hundred talismans, a piece of cake!" He waved it off dismissively, then lowered his voice, leaning into Auntie Mei's ear with a smug, mischievous grin.
"Besides, one day won't make a difference. We made so much money today, we have to celebrate properly!"
As he spoke, he had already led Auntie Mei outside and pulled the rolling shutter door all the way down with a "clatter."
"Let's go! Today we're going to treat ourselves and spend some money!" klein was full of enthusiasm as he led Auntie Mei to the car.
"I know a newly opened Italian restaurant where the steak and red wine are said to be amazing! We're going to enjoy ourselves and have a... candlelit dinner!"
He deliberately drew out the last words, blowing warm air into Auntie Mei's ear.
Held by him, Auntie Mei felt the heat radiating from his body and his undeniable assertiveness, and her cheeks began to burn again.
She wanted to push him away but was afraid a large movement would attract attention. In the end, she only gave a token struggle and glared at him crossly, though the hint of helplessness and indulgence in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
To klein, three hundred talismans was just a night's work. He didn't want to do more purely because he was lazy and didn't want to be a workhorse for S.H.I.E.L.D.
Money is enough if it's sufficient. One must never become a slave to it.
Chapter 75: Peter's Emo Again
The Italian restaurant klein found was quite upscale; the lighting was soft, and melodious jazz floated through the air.
klein and Aunt Mei sat by the window, with New York's brilliant night view outside.
klein cut a piece of steak, nodded with satisfaction, then raised his wine glass: "Not bad, the meat is tender and cooked just right. Come, Mei, let's celebrate my little windfall."
Aunt Mei clinked glasses with klein, a gentle smile on her face. "You, always spending money so lavishly. Isn't it the same if we cook at home?"
"How could it be the same? You earn money to enjoy it, otherwise, why bother? Besides..." klein lowered his voice with a wicked grin, "If I don't feed you well, how will you have the strength tonight..."
Aunt Mei's face turned red. She pulled her hand back and gave him a light slap. "Nonsense! Just eat your food."
The two chatted while they ate, and the meal lasted from the afternoon until nightfall.
klein settled the bill and led Aunt Mei out of the restaurant by the hand. The cool night breeze brushed against their faces, and Aunt Mei instinctively leaned toward klein.
klein pulled Aunt Mei closer by the shoulders. "Come on, I'll take you home."
In the car, Aunt Mei was slightly tipsy, leaning against the passenger seat and watching the flowing lights outside the window.
klein drove with one hand, while the other naturally rested on Aunt Mei's silk-stocking-clad thigh, gently stroking it.
Aunt Mei's body trembled slightly, but she didn't push him away. She just whispered, "Drive properly... stop messing around!"
klein's hand moved restlessly upward, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't worry, I'm an experienced driver."
The car stopped below Peter's house. The windows of the house were pitch black.
Mei asked in confusion, "Is Peter not home? He's not back at this hour? Where could he have gone?"
"Peter is old enough; you're being too overprotective. Maybe the brat is off rolling in the sheets with Mary Jane."
"Don't talk nonsense. Maybe Peter's already asleep."
They opened the door and entered, only to find the house empty.
klein put his arm around Aunt Mei and whispered in her ear, "What did I tell you? He's with Mary Jane. Who stays home for no reason when they have a girlfriend?"
To my mind, you should just move in with me. It'll leave the house for Peter."
Aunt Mei felt tickled by klein's breath. She squirmed and spat, "Pah! You can't say anything decent! Peter isn't that kind of kid. I... I'll call and ask him."
Mei took out her phone and dialed Peter's number. Once, no answer. Twice, still no answer. The third time, it rang until it turned into a busy signal.
Mei put down her phone, a look of worry on her face. "He didn't pick up three times... Klein, could something have happened to Peter? He never misses my calls."
klein thought to himself, *What could happen to Spider-Man? He's probably swinging from some rooftop in his tights,* but he still comforted her:
"What could happen? He's probably having too much fun with Mary Jane and didn't hear it. Or... at the cinema? A concert? You know how young people are."
"Stop worrying. It's perfect that no one's home... let's do something we love!"
Aunt Mei was being held tightly by him and could feel the changes in his body. Her face grew even redder as she pushed back symbolically: "Oh, you're terrible! What if... what if Peter suddenly comes back?"
klein chuckled, his hand already starting to explore upward restlessly.
"He's not coming back! Look what time it is. Don't worry, it's fine. At worst, I'll leave early tomorrow. A moment of a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, Mei..."
Aunt Mei felt her body go soft from klein's teasing, and her breathing quickened. Her last bit of resistance crumbled under klein's skilled assault and the slight tipsiness from the alcohol. She half-heartedly allowed him to carry her upstairs.
"You... you really are... rotten to the core..."
...
The next day, bright sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, lighting up the bedroom.
klein was sleeping soundly with his arm around Aunt Mei when a persistent, urgent ringtone dragged him forcefully out of his dreams.
"Ugh... damn..." klein frowned and muttered impatiently. His arm moved away from Aunt Mei's smooth shoulder, and he fumbled blindly on the nightstand with his eyes closed.
He grabbed the phone and pressed the answer button without looking, bringing it to his ear. His voice was heavy with sleep and the irritation of being disturbed:
"...Who is it? It's so early in the morning, can't a man get some sleep?"
"Klein, it's me, Peter. Where are you?"
"Where else would I be? I'm at home sleeping! What's up?"
"Come out and have a drink with me!"
Hearing Peter's slurred voice, klein frowned and sat up in bed. "Drinking this early in the morning? Do you think you're having morning tea?"
"Come... come on, Klein... stay with me... drink... just a little... I feel... miserable..."
"Miserable my ass! You're always acting like this. What's wrong? Heartbroken again?"
"No... no, just get over here. Still at the same place as last time." With that, Peter hung up.
Aunt Mei was also woken up. She propped herself up groggily, the silk quilt sliding off her smooth shoulders. She rubbed her eyes and looked at klein, her voice soft and sweet from just waking: "Who was it, Klein?"
"Oh, Peter, he wants me to go out. It's nothing, go back to sleep. You don't have to go to the shop today." klein gave Aunt Mei a gentle kiss on the forehead, then lightly pulled back the covers and got out of bed.
Aunt Mei gave a groggy "Mhm," rolled over, hugged her pillow, and fell back asleep.
klein washed up quickly, threw on a T-shirt and jeans, grabbed his car keys, and went downstairs.
Starting up the raptor, he drove while complaining to himself—
That kid Peter, he's already Spider-Man, so why hasn't his taste improved at all? Why does he keep going to that crappy bar? Couldn't he find a decent place?
That place waters down their drinks. How can anyone drink that!
Twenty minutes later, klein pushed open the door of the small pub with a faded sign, located on a secluded street in Queens.
It was still early, so there weren't many people in the pub, and the lighting was dim.
Behind the bar, a burly bartender with a skull tattoo on his arm was wiping glasses with a look of disdain, his eyes occasionally glancing toward the corner.
In the innermost booth, Peter Parker sat alone.
In front of him were three empty beer bottles and a nearly empty beer mug.
His head was down, his messy hair partially covering his face. He radiated a deep sense of decadence and dejection, looking like a completely different person from the sunny, shy, and energetic good neighbor he usually was.
"Tsk." klein shook his head, walked over, pulled out the chair opposite him, sat down, and knocked on the table. "Hey, wake up. Tell me, who is it this time? Mary Jane?"
Peter seemed to be startled awake by the voice and slowly raised his head.
His eyes were red and swollen, his gaze was vacant, and there were still wet tear tracks on his face.
Seeing it was klein, he twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to smile, but it looked worse than crying.
"Klein... you're here..." He grabbed the empty glass in front of him and tilted his head back to finish the dregs of the beer.
Chapter 76: Peter Recovers
klein didn't order any wine this time; he really didn't want to drink that stuff diluted with half a cup of water again.
He tapped the table and looked at the distracted Peteropposite him: "Hey, that look again. Did Mary Jane dump you?"
Peter shook his head, his eyes vacant: "No... we're fine, it's not about her."
"Then what is it? You look like a ghost; there must be a reason."
Peter just lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously picking at the edge of the beer mug, unable to squeeze out a word for a long time.
klein rolled his eyes internally and gave an instruction to the Red Queen in his mind: "Red Queen, help me check what happened to Peter recently."
"Certainly, Master."
Almost the next second, Red Queen's calm voice echoed in his consciousness:
"Peter Parker was involved in Norman Osborn's out-of-control incident on the Brooklyn Bridge three nights ago.
During the fight, Osborn was struck in a vital spot by his own malfunctioning glider weapon and died on the spot.
Peter has since fallen into severe psychological trauma, believing he bears direct or indirect responsibility for the death.
Meanwhile, due to intense emotional fluctuations and excessive physical exhaustion, he has temporarily lost his Spider-Man superpowers and is currently in a phase of confusion and self-doubt."
After hearing this, klein's mouth twitched.
That's it? Such a small matter? Is it worth getting worked up like this?
He understood now; this Little Spider had too heavy a moral burden and was too sensitive; a little thing could crush him.
He should learn from Master klein—abandon morality, and you'll discover a new World!
Lost his superpowers? It's likely a temporary 'disconnection' caused by psychological issues. Once he figures it out or is pushed to a corner, they'll naturally return.
Seeing Peter's half-dead state, klein couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore.
He raised his hand and called over the burly bartender.
The bartender came over reluctantly, but after klein settled all the drink tabs and slapped down an extra hundred-dollar bill as a tip, that burly face instantly squeezed out a fawning smile.
"Sir, is there anything else you need?"
"Help me support this drunkard out and toss him into my car." klein pointed at Peter, who was slumped in the booth.
"Sure thing! No problem!"
With the bartender's help, klein got the unsteady, semi-conscious Peter out of the bar and stuffed him into the passenger seat of the raptor.
"In a bad mood? Just indulge yourself a bit." klein buckled his seatbelt, glanced at the curled-up, hollow-eyed Peter beside him, and stepped on the gas. The car sped toward Manhattan.
It was the same "Elysium Club" as last time.
"Arrange two hot girls for my brother here, the kind who know how to handle things."
klein pushed Peter forward and instructed the Madamwho came to greet them, casually stuffing another small stack of green bills,
"Make sure my brother is well taken care of."
"Don't worry, you'll be satisfied!" The Madam smiled brightly and gave a wink to the side. Immediately, two blonde women with hot figures and skimpy clothes stepped forward, supporting the still-dazed Peter on both sides and leading him upstairs with soft, sweet words.
"Klein... no, no need... I..." Peter tried to struggle, but under the influence of alcohol and the women's gentle offensive, his resistance was pitifully weak.
"Stop talking and just enjoy yourself." klein waved his hand, sending them upstairs.
He himself had no interest in 'takeout' anymore. After all, he had Aunt Mei at home; how could takeout be as good as home-cooked food?
These people no longer caught klein's eye. If it were Hill, that would be fine.
He went to the SPA area alone, took a comfortable bath, and got a massage to wash away the smell of smoke from the bar.
Then, feeling refreshed, he went to the club's internal restaurant, ordered a steak and salad, and enjoyed them slowly.
About an hour later, a flurry of footsteps came from the restaurant entrance.
klein looked up and saw Peter stumbling in. His hair was messier than before, two of his shirt buttons were done up wrong, and his face still held a lingering flush and... a hint of indescribable relief?
"K-Klein!" Peter rushed to the table, his voice still trembling,
"L-let's go! This place... is t-too..."
"Too what?" klein slowly cut the last piece of steak and looked up at him. "Didn't have fun?"
"N-no..." Peter's face turned even redder as he clumsily adjusted his clothes,
"It's just... I think... I should go back. Aunt Mei must be worried."
"Now you know Aunt Mei is worried?" klein put down his cutlery, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and stood up,
"Fine, let's go. I'll take you home. I've settled the bill."
On the way back, Peter was much quieter. He leaned against the car window, watching the neon lights receding rapidly outside, his eyes filled with complexity.
After a long time, he spoke in a low voice, as if talking to klein, or perhaps to himself:
"Klein... tell me, if a person... because of their own reasons, indirectly caused the death of another... do they still have the right... to possess power? Can they... continue to do what they should do?"
klein held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at him:
"Peter, listen carefully. Many people die every day in this World—car accidents, diseases, murders, accidents... Does everyone who passes by the scene or has some connection with the deceased have to be responsible for their death? Do they all have to doubt the meaning of their existence?"
"Every adult has their own choices and burdens. Life or death is the cause they sowed and the fruit they reaped. It has absolutely nothing to do with anyone else! Understand?"
"As for power?" klein sneered. "Power was never a question of qualification; it's a question of choice.
With power, whether you save people or harm them, whether you hide under the covers crying or get up and do what needs to be done—that's the key.
"The World won't stop turning because someone is gone, but some people might really not be able to survive because they missed one chance."
Peter listened blankly. klein's words made the guilt in his heart feel much lighter.
He opened his mouth to say something but ultimately said nothing, just silently lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.
The car stopped downstairs at Peter's house.
"We're here, get out," klein said.
Peter pushed the car door open and stepped onto the ground, feeling a bit more grounded. He turned back and looked at klein, something different in his eyes.
"Klein... thank you."
"Thank me for what? Get upstairs quickly, don't keep Aunt Mei waiting. Stop looking like you're dead. Also, I don't know anything about today; I just went out to eat.
If Mary Jane finds out, I won't be responsible." klein waved his hand impatiently.
Peter forced a smile that looked better than crying and turned to walk quickly into the apartment building.
klein looked at his back and shook his head. At this time, 'Daddy' still had to help you: "Peter..."
Peter turned back to look at klein.
"With great power comes great responsibility!"
After saying that, ignoring the stunned Peter, klein drove away immediately.
Growth always comes at a price. Hopefully, this time, this Little Spider can really grow up a bit.
Chapter 77: Delivery
Peter stood at the entrance of the apartment building, the night wind slightly cool, blowing the messy hair on his forehead.
klein's words exploded in his ears like a thunderclap, like a flash of lightning cutting through the dark mist, making his thoughts, which had been stuck in a dead loop, suddenly clear!
Yes... did he obtain this power just to fall into endless self-blame and escape in the face of every accident and every tragedy he failed to prevent?
Norman Osborn... his death was rooted in his own madness and that out-of-control, lethal weapon from Osborn Industries.
He had done his best to stop it, even nearly losing his life.
Just because he couldn't stop a man consumed by power and ambition, should he negate the meaning of having power?
Should he give up using this power to help more people who needed it more?
This path beneath his feet was never a smooth one without mistakes. There would be failures, regrets, and watching people leave.
But because of these, someone needed to walk it, try, and bear the burden. Escaping and self-blame wouldn't bring anything back.
Only by moving forward and using this power to do more right things could those lost lives at least not be meaningless.
Having realized this, Peter felt the heavy boulder pressing on his heart shatter!
A long-lost warm current surged through his body again.
He took a deep breath of the cold night air, his chest heaving, the confusion in his eyes completely fading, replaced by a firmer light, as if tempered by fire.
He turned and strode into the apartment building, his steps many times firmer than usual.
Pushing open the door, the warm light and the enticing aroma of food greeted him.
Aunt May was busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron, the spatula and iron pot making a crisp and pleasant sound as they collided.
Hearing the door open, she didn't look back, her voice gentle as always:
"Back? Just in time, dinner is almost ready. Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."
"Yeah, I'm back, Aunt May." Peter's voice was calm, even a bit relaxed.
He changed his shoes and walked to the kitchen door, watching Aunt May's busy back, a warm current rising in his heart.
No matter how turbulent the World outside was, this would always be a harbor where he could shed all disguises and rest in peace.
"Why are you back so late today? Were you out on a date with Mary again?" Aunt May asked casually while stir-frying, her tone filled with a smile.
Peter was stunned for a moment, then an embarrassed smile appeared on his face. He didn't explain, just gave a vague "Mm."
"Go wash your hands, the last dish is almost ready." Aunt May turned off the stove and plated the food.
"Okay." Peter nodded and turned toward the bathroom.
The cold water washed over his fingers. He looked at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and said firmly to his reflection:
"I will continue. Using this power to do what I should do."
...
A week later, it was the day to deliver the goods to S.H.I.E.L.D.
That day, just after the shop opened and the morning sun had slanted in, the crisp sound of the doorbell rang.
Aunt May was using a feather duster to lightly brush off the thin dust on the display case. Hearing the sound, she turned and immediately showed a warm smile upon seeing the visitor.
"Good morning, Ms. Hill! You're so punctual, please come in and sit!"
She put down the duster, stepped forward to greet her, and guided Hill to sit on the sofa.
"Please wait a moment, I'll go make some tea for you." Aunt May said as she turned toward the small kitchen in the back.
"Is it that urgent? Can't wait a single moment?" klein's voice came from the second floor.
He slowly came down the stairs and sat in the grandmaster chair.
"For something this important, the faster the better, of course."
"Alright, I understand, I understand." klein walked behind the long counter, bent down to take out a dark wooden box with a latch from underneath, placed it on the smooth tabletop, and pushed it toward Hill.
"Everything is here. Count them."
Hill reached out to take the wooden box, placed it on her knees, and pressed the metal latches on both sides.
"Click."
The lid popped open gently.
Inside, five stacks of talismans, each tied with dark cyan silk thread, were neatly arranged.
Hill wasn't in a hurry to count or inspect the talismans. Her attention was drawn to the items placed next to them, separately contained in four black velvet boxes.
She reached out, picked up one of the velvet boxes, and opened it gently.
The box was lined with soft black velvet, and in the center lay a pair of... glasses?
No, more accurately, it was a pair of Tactical Glasses with a simple design, smooth lines, and a matte black finish.
The lenses looked like some kind of special dark coating, shimmering with a faint blue light under the illumination.
"Is this... the water spirit eyes?" Hill asked somewhat uncertainly. She remembered klein mentioning a "visual aid device" last time and didn't expect it to take this form.
"Yes, it's the water spirit eyes," klein explained, looking at the glasses in Hill's hand.
"I made it into the form of Tactical Glasses for easy wearing and use. You won't need to go through the trouble of processing or modifying it when you get back; just wear it. It's very light and won't affect regular tactical movements."
He paused and added,
"Besides, the function of this thing isn't just to see clearly in the thick fog created by the Fog Guiding Talisman.
Its lenses have been specially treated to passively sense and faintly display abnormal energy fluctuations within a certain range.
Consider it... a little bonus for you, to give your people an extra pair of eyes that can see through illusions during field missions."
Hill's breathing paused almost imperceptibly.
Can see through energy fluctuations?!
How is this a small bonus? This is practically strategic-level auxiliary equipment for intelligence gathering and threat warning!
Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the cool temples of the glasses, a flash of pleasant surprise crossing the depths of her blue eyes.
But her face remained calm as she nodded solemnly.
"On behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., I thank you for your generosity, mr. klein."
"You're welcome. After all, you paid for it." klein waved his hand dismissively.
Hill carefully put the Tactical Glasses back into the velvet box and closed it.
Then, she began to count the number of talismans in the five stacks in the wooden box one by one, carefully, ensuring that the quantity in each stack perfectly matched the previous request.
klein didn't rush her. He picked up the steaming black tea Aunt May had just placed by his side and took a leisurely sip.
About five minutes later, Hill finished counting. She looked up at klein:
"mr. klein, the quantity is correct. It's a pleasure doing business with you."
"A pleasure." klein put down his teacup and smiled.
Hill carefully placed the four small velvet boxes containing the "water spirit eyes" into the inner compartment of her briefcase, then closed the large wooden box and held it in her hand.
"mr. klein, regarding the next procurement," she stood up and looked at klein, "we would like to pre-order the same quantity and types of talismans. As for these 'water spirit eyes'..."
She pondered slightly, "We need to take them back for comprehensive functional testing and tactical evaluation.
If the results are indeed as you say and have clear practical value, we will provide you with a definite purchase intention and quantity as soon as possible."
"Sure, no problem." klein also stood up and said casually, "There's no need to go through the trouble of coming here every time. Once you've decided what you want and how many, just give me a call. I'll have them ready, and you can just come and pick them up."
Hearing this, Hill shook her head slightly and said seriously:
"mr. klein, let's stick to the current process. Telephone communication... after all, carries the risk of being intercepted or imitated by those with ill intentions. The security and confidentiality of our transactions are paramount."
Hearing this, klein shook his head.
"You can rest assured about that. No one can eavesdrop on my phone, and at the same time, no one can use any method to imitate your voice or impersonate your identity with me."
Hill was slightly startled and looked at klein.
She had originally thought klein relied on some unknown supernatural ability or encryption technology to ensure communication security.
But she could never have imagined that what klein relied on was not some special ability, but an artificial intelligence that was currently lurking silently in the deepest depths of the global network's information ocean, nearly omniscient and omnipotent.
Red Queen.
On the Earth of this era, any electronic-level spying, interference, or disguise was like child's play in front of the Red Queen.
"I understand." Hill didn't press further, but just kept klein's words in mind. She believed that if the other party dared to say so, they must have something to rely on.
"Then, mr. klein, I'll take my leave. I'll come again at this time next month. This is the payment for the next batch." Hillplaced a suitcase full of US dollars on the coffee table and stood up.
"Alright, take care. I won't see you out." klein waved his hand.
Hill nodded again to Aunt May, who had come out of the kitchen, then picked up the wooden box full of talismans, walked out of the shop, got into the low-profile black SUV outside, and quickly disappeared around the corner.
Chapter 78: Doctor Octopus
Klein pulled Mei over and had her sit on his lap, resting his chin in the crook of her neck.
"Made another bundle at S.H.I.E.L.D. Let's go out for a nice meal to celebrate! I know a newly opened French restaurant; their foie gras and escargot are said to be top-notch!"
Held in his embrace, feeling the warmth radiating from him and his irresistible determination, Mei felt both sweet and helpless.
She gently patted the arm he had wrapped around her. "No. Eating out is so expensive. Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you—it'll be quick, delicious, and just the way you like it."
She paused, her voice dropping slightly, carrying a trace of imperceptible seriousness. "Besides, Klein, the money you earn is your own. I… it's not right for me to keep spending it like this."
Klein's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, then he tightened his arms, pulling Mei closer into his embrace. He lowered his head and murmured into her ear, "What are you talking about? What's mine is yours. Why are you drawing such clear lines with me?"
Mei didn't speak; she just leaned into his embrace and shook her head gently, though her stance was very clear.
Klein knew her nature. She looked gentle, but she was actually very stubborn; once she made up her mind about something, it was hard to change.
He sighed, released his arms, and instead ruffled her hair, compromising. "Fine, fine, I'll listen to you—we'll eat at home. But it has to be a good meal; you can't skimp on me!"
"Of course!" A smile blossomed on Mei's face again, her eyes curving into crescents. "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy the ingredients."
"I love whatever you make." Klein kissed her on the cheek before letting her go, watching as she tied on her apron and walked briskly toward the small kitchen in the back.
Klein slumped back into the grandmaster chair, watching Mei's busy figure in the kitchen, and shook his head.
Forget it, eating at home is pretty good too. Mei's cooking is something those ordinary chefs outside really can't compare to.
Not long after, an enticing aroma drifted out from the kitchen.
The ingredients weren't particularly expensive, but they were all things Klein loved. A small table was set, complete with wonderful colors, aromas, and flavors.
"Dinner's ready!" Mei untied her apron, her face slightly flushed with a light sheen of sweat, looking exceptionally alluring under the lights.
After the meal, Klein voluntarily helped clear the dishes. Watching Mei's back as she washed them in the kitchen, he leaned against the doorframe and suddenly said, "Mei, don't go to the shop this afternoon. I'm giving you a half-day off; go home and rest. I can see you've been quite tired lately."
Mei dried her hands, turned around, and looked a bit puzzled. "A day off? What about the shop?"
"I'm here for the shop, and besides, there's not much business today. Just go back and get some good rest." Klein walked over, took the rag from her hand, and said, "Be good."
Mei looked at him, her face flushing slightly, and nodded. "Well… alright. Don't overwork yourself. Close up early."
"Got it, go on now." Klein ushered her out, walked her all the way to the door, and watched her head toward the subway. He thought about buying Mei a car when he had time; constantly taking the subway wasn't a long-term solution.
Klein stood in the empty shop for a while, suddenly feeling a bit… bored.
Money earned, meal eaten, and the beauty has gone home. What to do next?
Cultivate? Didn't want to move, couldn't muster the energy.
Watch TV? Pointless.
Sleep? It's the middle of the day, couldn't fall asleep.
"Tsk, time to go out and roam around!" Klein snapped his fingers, grabbed his car keys, and pushed the door open again.
He didn't have any specific destination; he just wanted to go out for a walk, see people, feel the breeze, and experience the… scent of money in this city.
The car merged into the afternoon traffic, driving aimlessly.
Passing through the slightly chaotic streets of Brooklyn, he drove onto the bridge connecting to Manhattan.
The afternoon Sun was perfect, shining warmly on him. Klein rolled down the car window, letting the air, carrying the scent of the river, rush in and tousle the stray hairs on his forehead.
He suddenly remembered that he had been in New Yorkfor so long and yet hadn't really taken a proper tour of Manhattan, especially the famous Central Park.
"Let's go wander around there." He turned the steering wheel and headed toward Uptown.
After parking the car, Klein walked into Central Park with his hands in his jeans pockets, strolling leisurely.
There were quite a few people in the park in the afternoon.
Men and women running and sweating profusely, parents pushing strollers with leisurely paces, office workers in suits hurrying through, students lying on the lawn sunbathing and reading, and the intermittent guitar playing and singing of street performers.
Klein walked slowly along the winding path, not thinking about anything, just watching.
Watching those hot, blonde beauties in tight sportswear run past him;
Watching swans paddling elegantly on the lake, small squirrels leaping nimbly between treetops, stealing nuts fed by tourists;
Watching an elderly couple with white hair, supporting each other, sharing an ice cream on a bench.
He bought a cone, leaned against the lakeside railing, and while licking the cold, sweet cream, watched the sunset dye the sky and the lake in a gorgeous golden red.
This kind of pure, aimless wandering made him feel a strange sense of relaxation.
Given Klein's current net worth, if he wanted to, he could completely walk into those top-tier hotels next to the park and enjoy the most luxurious services; or go to Fifth Avenue and buy everything he laid eyes on.
But at this moment, he enjoyed this subtle state more. It was like having a trump card in his pocket but being happy to watch others play a pair of threes.
The sky gradually darkened, the streetlights in the park lit up one by one, and the visitors grew sparse.
Klein finished the last bite of his cone, crumpled the wrapper into a ball, and tossed it accurately into a trash can a few steps away.
After an afternoon of wandering, it was time to go back.
He put his hands back in his pockets and walked slowly toward the parking lot along the path he had come from.
New York at night took on a different face, neon lights flickering, traffic flowing like a tapestry, adding a bit more prosperity and mystique than during the day.
Returning to the shop, he opened the door and went up to the second floor.
Klein took off his shoes and clothes, preparing to wash up and sleep.
After drying his hair, he lay on the bed, just starting to drift off.
When he was woken up by a series of urgent calls from the Red Queen.
"Master, Master, Peter Parker and Doctor Octopus are fighting in a laboratory!"
"Peter? Doctor Octopus?" Klein sat up from the bed, his sleepiness instantly dissipating by more than half. "Where? Exact location!"
"Master, the target is located in Lower Manhattan, at the old site of the abandoned 'New Energy Reactor' experimental Base of Osborn Industries. The specific coordinates have been synchronized to your mobile terminal. Peter Parker and the target have been exchanging fire for about seven minutes. Energy readings at the scene are abnormally high, the building structure is severely damaged, and there is a risk of a large-scale explosion or collapse."
The Red Queen's calm electronic voice reported quickly in his mind.
"Got it. Plan the optimal route for me, avoiding major surveillance and traffic congestion. Also, continue to monitor the situation at the scene and notify me immediately if there are any changes."
"Command received, Master. Route planning complete, projected onto your in-car computer. Real-time monitoring of the scene has been activated."
Klein rolled out of bed, grabbed the black jacket and trousers draped over the back of the chair, and put them on.
Chapter 79: Doctor Octopus II
Following the route guidance from Red Queen, klein drove to the abandoned experimental Base.
Getting out of the car, he used the Bukujutsu to silently float in a shadow above the abandoned experimental Base.
He saw Chang Wei beating up Laifu... bah! Doctor Octopuswas unilaterally beating up Little Spider.
Doctor Octopus's four hideous mechanical tentacles were like wildly dancing steel pythons; every swing carried a whistle that tore through the air, smashing reinforced concrete walls and pipes to smithereens!
Under the siege of the four tentacles, Peter was like a fallen leaf in a violent storm, relying on the anticipation from his Spider-Sense and his extremely agile dodging to pathetically weave and jump through the ruins.
It wasn't that he didn't fight back; webs were shot time and again at Doctor Octopus's main body or the joints of the mechanical arms, trying to bind or interfere with them.
But the surfaces of those mechanical tentacles seemed to be covered in a special energy field or lubricant, making it hard for the webbing to stick firmly; even if it did wrap around, it would be easily snapped by the tentacles' terrifying strength.
More fatally, every one of Peter's counterattacks seemed restrained, his eyes involuntarily glancing toward a massive device deep in the lab that was layered with protection and currently emitting an unstable blue light—
The prototype nuclear fusion reactor that had not yet fully stabilized and was in a critical state!
He didn't dare use too much force or create too large an impact, fearing that a single mistake would trigger the thing to go out of control, which would be a disaster that could destroy half of Manhattan!
In contrast, Doctor Octopus was completely immersed in a frenzied sense of control.
He suspended himself in the center of the four mechanical arms, wearing those iconic goggles on his face, his mouth letting out a wild laugh mixed with the sound of grinding metal:
"It's useless, Spider-Man! Your little tricks are vulnerable before the wisdom of Doctor Otto! Do you see this power?"
"This is the future! And all of you shall be the sacrifices for this new era!"
A tentacle suddenly lunged out, and Peter narrowly avoided it with a backflip; the tip of the tentacle plunged deep into the ground where he had just been standing, sending gravel flying!
Another tentacle took the opportunity to sweep across; Peter barely managed to swing away with a web, but his movements were already becoming strained, and his breathing began to quicken.
Clearly, while worrying about the reactor, his physical strength and reactions were being rapidly consumed.
"Tsk tsk, truly tragic." klein shook his head while watching from the air, "This fight is way too frustrating."
He knew what Peter was worried about; it would indeed be a problem if that thing exploded. But looking at this, Little Spider probably wouldn't last much longer.
Just as klein was considering whether to go down and help—
[Ding!]
[Detected key Marvel plot character: Otto Octavius(Doctor Octopus)]
[Identity: Nuclear Physicist, Doctor Octopus,]
[Prompt: The host has encountered a new plot character. Reward: Gacha count +1! Would you like to start the draw now?]
"Draw! Draw now!" klein thought to himself without hesitation.
In this situation, any increase in strength was better than nothing. If he drew something good, he could use that tin-can squid below to test it out.
The illusory light screen and the rotating compassreappeared before his eyes. The pointer spun rapidly, passing over dazzling icons one after another, and finally wobbled to a stop on a certain tile.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations to the host for drawing the reward—Ichibi Shukaku!]
[Ability loading...]
An indescribable heat wave instantly swept through klein's entire body, rushing into every meridian and every cell!
"Ugh—!"
klein let out a muffled groan, his body tensing uncontrollably, and his figure floating in the air swayed slightly.
He felt as if an entire flowing desert had been forcibly stuffed into his body; every grain of sand contained terrifying power, yet was unruly, wanting to break free from its shackles and destroy everything.
"Damn... that's quite a kick!" klein gritted his teeth, fine beads of sweat instantly seeping from his forehead, but an excited light flickered in his eyes.
He could clearly feel that with the influx of this power, his original physical capacity, energy limit, and even his understanding of the essence of power were undergoing a leap-like enhancement and transformation.
At the same time, a vast amount of complex knowledge regarding "Sand Style," "Magnet Style," and "Sealing Jutsu," as well as hand signs and energy circulation routes, were branded into his mind like a divine revelation.
What surprised him most was that he clearly felt a partner had been added to the deepest part of his soul.
It was a massive phantom of a tanuki wrapped in enormous Chakra, its body covered in violet cursed seal patterns; it was curled up, snoring, exuding a lazy yet unfathomable pressure.
The Ichibi Shukaku!
Moreover, it was a Tailed Beast completely under his control, one he could communicate with mentally and perfectly utilize its power!
Although the loading process was accompanied by intense energy shocks and the swelling pain of physical modification, the entire process actually took only an instant.
When that burning, heavy torrent finally subsided and fully integrated into his body, becoming part of his power, klein felt his entire being filled with an unprecedented sense of strength.
He subconsciously moved his fingers, and the air around his fingertips seemed to undergo subtle distortions due to the heavy fluctuations invisibly radiating from him.
"Perfect!" klein grinned, revealing a nearly ferocious smile of satisfaction.
He looked down at the ruins below.
"Just right, I'll use you to test my newly acquired ability."
Below, Little Spider was grabbed by Doctor Octopus with two mechanical arms, and just as a cold, glinting mechanical tentacle was about to pierce Peter's chest,
A thick wall, instantly condensed from countless grains of quicksand, rose from the ground in front of Peter without warning, blocking Doctor Octopus's fatal strike.
BANG—!!!
The dull sound of metal crashing into sand echoed through the empty laboratory.
Doctor Octopus's mechanical arm pierced deep into the sand wall, but it was like sinking into a quagmire, stuck fast by the tough and fluid grains of sand, unable to advance an inch or be immediately withdrawn.
"What?!" Doctor Octopus's eyes widened behind his goggles, looking at this suddenly appearing sand wall that defied the laws of physics in disbelief.
"Who?! Who is playing tricks?!" Doctor Octopus was both shocked and furious, exerting sudden force in an attempt to pull his mechanical arm out of the sand wall.
The surface of the sand wall fluctuated, and grains of sand rustled down, but it remained tough.
SWISH—!
A figure appeared like a ghost, silently manifesting between Peter and Doctor Octopus, back toward Peterand facing Doctor Octopus.
The newcomer wore a simple black jacket and trousers, with a tall and straight build; it was indeed klein.
He waved his right hand casually.
"Desert Scimitar."
A massive scimitar made of sand directly severed two of Doctor Octopus's mechanical arms.
"What kind of skill is it to bully a kid?" klein's voice carried a hint of lazy mockery, ringing exceptionally clear in the empty laboratory.
"Come on, tin-can squid, I'll play with you."
"Who are you?!" Doctor Octopus's remaining two mechanical arms pointed warily at klein.
"I'm your daddy."
"You're asking for death!"
Doctor Octopus was completely enraged, no longer paying attention to the sand wall; his two intact mechanical arms were like cannonballs out of a barrel, carrying a whistle that tore the air as they strangled toward klein from both sides!
Chapter 80: Doctor Octopus III
"Klein, look out!" Peter shouted instinctively.
klein didn't even move; he simply raised his right hand, fingers spread, and aimed at the incoming mechanical arms.
"Quicksand Waterfall Flow."
*Boom—!!!*
On the laboratory floor, with klein at the center, the solid concrete within a radius of dozens of meters instantly turned into sand!
Countless golden grains of sand boiled and surged as if alive, forming a miniature desert!
The two powerful mechanical arms slammed into the surging sea of sand; their speed and power were instantly dispersed, absorbed, and delayed by the countless grains of sand. It was like falling into real quicksand—the more they struggled, the deeper they sank!
"What?! This is impossible!" Doctor Octopus's voice was filled with horror.
He felt the power feeding back from his connection to the mechanical arms being neutralized in some eerie way!
"It's not over yet." A cold smirk played on klein's lips as he made a grasping motion with his right hand.
"Sand Binding Coffin!"
*Whoosh—!*
The surging sea of sand suddenly erupted, transforming into two giant sand hands. They spread upward along the two mechanical arms trapped in the quicksand, like greedy giant pythons, instantly wrapping, enveloping, and tightening around them!
*Creeeak—!* The ear-piercing sound of twisting metal rang out.
Where the sand hands gripped, the special coating on the surface of the mechanical arms emitted a harsh grinding noise against the sand, and the structures groaned under the immense pressure.
"Bastard! Let go!" Doctor Octopus roared. The two mechanical arms that klein had previously severed had somehow been restored to their original state.
They attacked klein from behind while a device on his chest lit up with a dangerous red glow, seemingly about to launch some kind of energy attack.
"Too slow." klein shook his head, and with a flicker of his figure, he vanished from the spot.
In the next instant, he appeared above and to the side of Doctor Octopus. His right hand was held like a blade, with fingers wrapped in condensed, nearly invisible pale-gold "Five-Colored Strings."
*Sshhh—!*
A soft sound rang out almost simultaneously.
*Crack! Clang!*
All four mechanical arms were severed at the base, crashing heavily to the floor and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Ah—! My arms! My masterpiece!" Doctor Octopus let out a heart-wrenching howl, driven not just by the pain of the physical connection being severed, but by the madness of seeing his life's work destroyed.
Electric sparks erupted from the metal harness on his back as he staggered backward.
"Now, Peter!" klein shouted.
Peter understood instantly. Though shocked by the strange sand-manipulating ability klein had suddenly displayed, his combat instincts spurred him into immediate action.
Several strands of reinforced webbing shot out. Taking advantage of Doctor Octopus's mental disarray and the loss of his primary weapons, Peter bound his remaining torso firmly to a thick support pillar.
"No! You can't! My reactor! My Eternity energy!" Doctor Octopus struggled frantically, but without his mechanical arms, his strength was greatly diminished, making it impossible for him to break free from the tough webbing Peter had sprayed with full force.
His gaze was fixed on the reactor deep in the lab, his eyes filled with resentment and a certain resolute madness.
klein didn't spare another glance for the temporarily restrained Doctor Octopus; his attention was entirely captivated by the reactor.
In his perception, the energy fluctuations of that thing were becoming increasingly unstable. The frequency of the blue flashes accelerated sharply, emitting a heart-palpitating "humming" sound.
"Peter, this thing is going to blow!" klein's expression was grim.
"I know! But I can't shut it down without triggering a chain reaction! Doctor Otto's design is too extreme!"
Peter shouted anxiously. He tried to use his spider-sense to analyze the reactor's structure, but he couldn't find a way to shut it down safely in such a short time.
"Let me do it." klein took a deep breath, his hands quickly forming seals in front of his chest.
He mobilized the energy of Shukaku within his body, mixing it with the Five Elements Power.
"Seal!"
klein gave a low shout and thrust both palms forward!
*Vroom—!!!*
An incredibly complex three-dimensional sealing formula, composed of countless golden sand grains mixed with pale-gold energy, flew from his palms.
It grew as it met the air, instantly expanding like a giant net shimmering with runic light, shrouding the violently fluctuating reactor core!
"Four Symbols Seal: Modified!"
This was a simplified version based on the principles of the "Four Symbols Seal" from the Hokage World, modified with klein's own power system, specializing in sealing and stabilizing energy.
The golden sealing formula adhered precisely to the surface of the reactor core. The shimmering runes squirmed like living things, quickly crawling all over the core device.
The violently fluctuating blue light seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand; the frequency of its flashes began to slow, and the unstable humming gradually weakened and subsided.
The suffocating sense of high-energy radiation and the aura of destruction throughout the laboratory receded like a tide.
A few seconds later, the blue light of the reactor core stabilized into a relatively soft glow, floating quietly in the center of the device, no longer at risk of spiraling out of control.
"It... it worked?" Peter looked in disbelief at the reactor, now stabilized and wrapped in golden light, then at klein, who remained in a hand-seal posture with slight sweat on his forehead.
"It's temporarily stabilized." klein lowered his hands and let out a long sigh of relief.
It was his first time using a sealing technique to handle such a volatile energy source—especially one at the level of nuclear fusion—and the mental strain was significant.
He turned to look at Doctor Octopus, who was tied to the pillar.
At this moment, Doctor Octopus also seemed stunned by the stabilization of the reactor. The madness on his face had faded somewhat.
His gaze behind the goggles was somewhat hollow as he stared blankly at the sealed reactor, then at his severed mechanical arms and battered body.
"Dr.," klein walked up to him, his voice calm. "Look at yourself now. Your mind was controlled by a few iron claws, and you nearly took half of New York down with you. Is this the wisdom you were pursuing?"
Doctor Octopus's body shuddered, his lips trembling. He wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound.
The chip controlling his thoughts had been precisely destroyed by klein using the String-String Fruit's ability when he severed the mechanical arms earlier.
He was currently in the midst of a violent conflict between his mad scientist persona and the original Doctor Otto, who was obsessed with research but still possessed a moral baseline.
klein said no more and gave Peter a look.
Peter understood and stepped forward, his tone complex: "Dr.... it's over."
Doctor Octopus lowered his head despondently and stopped struggling.
Peter looked at the despondent Doctor Octopus, tightly bound by webbing, then at the reactor stabilized by the golden seal but still emitting a dangerous aura, his brow furrowed.
"Dr., what happens next? This reactor... and the destruction you've caused. You need to clean up your mess."
Hearing this, the gradually rational Doctor Octopustrembled imperceptibly. He slowly raised his head, his gaze behind the goggles filled with confusion, pain, and a hint of post-lucidity despair.
"I... I don't know..." His voice was hoarse and dry, a far cry from his previous frenzy.
"This was my lifelong dream... nuclear fusion, endless clean energy... but I never expected... what I created would turn out like this...
I couldn't even... control it, or control myself."
He looked at the wreckage of the mechanical tentacles scattered on the floor, which he had once viewed as extensions of his own body, his eyes filled with disgust and fear.
"What to do next... I don't know... Perhaps I should go down with this mistake..."
"Go down with what? Destroy yourself with it?" klein interrupted, his voice calm but carrying an unquestionable weight.
"In your dreams. Why should millions of people in New York be buried with you for the mess you made? Besides, isn't it a bit late to be looking for a way out through death now?"
Doctor Otto was taken aback by his words, opening his mouth but finding no response.
"I'll handle it." klein pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, found a number labeled "Sucker (Deputy)," and dialed it.