Chapter 135: The life of a working stiff is truly bitter.
Luka locked the container into the safe and turned to look at Tony.
"How is the armor repair coming along? You were shattered pretty miserably tonight."
Mentioning this, Tony's expression turned serious.
In front of the workbench on the other side, the two stared at the damaged armor parts on top.
"That energy is very bizarre; it corroded the armor's energy transmission circuits."
"Tonight's battle made me realize that there are many threats beyond Earth that we cannot understand. Conventional defense is no longer enough."
"I've decided to accelerate the research and development progress of the anti-magic armor and the new armor. For instance, adding an energy-absorbing coating to the surface of the armor; next time I encounter this kind of attack, I'll let it know what technological suppression means."
Luka nodded in agreement.
"That's right, we should also find time to figure out if there are any harder metals. The armor's materials must be changed."
Tony nodded along as well.
On this point, their thoughts were the same.
The metals currently on the market are all too fragile. For high-intensity battles, the armor basically shatters at the first encounter.
After a moment of silence, Luka's gaze turned icy.
"Now, we have already established a foothold in New York, and the Superpower department has been officially established. The eyes of the entire World are on us; no one dares to stab us in the back at this time."
"Therefore, it's time to get down to business."
Tony understood Luka's meaning.
His eyes also began to well up with killing intent, and his fists clenched tightly together.
"Jarvis." Luka spoke coldly.
"At your service, Sir."
"Utilize global satellite computing power, bypass the firewalls of various countries, and secretly search for a man named Bucky Barnes for me."
"The characteristic is that he has a metal left arm. No matter which corner of Earth he is hiding in, even if he hides in a rat hole, dig him out for me."
"Understood, Sir. Global search program has been initiated."
Seeing the data jumping frantically on the screen, Tony said through gritted teeth.
"I will turn Earth upside down. Once I find that bastard, I'll kill him with my own hands!"
...
Meanwhile.
On another floor of the apartment, inside a room.
Jessica locked the door and drew the curtains.
After confirming that there were no surveillance devices in the room, she took out a miniature encrypted communicator from her close-fitting clothes.
Her hands were still trembling slightly.
Everything she saw at the expo scene tonight had shattered her pride as an ace Agent of HYDRA.
It was true that she was a Superpower user, but staying by these people's side, the probability of death was simply too high!
Pressing the communication button, the screen lit up.
Alexander Pierce's gloomy face appeared on the screen.
"Report the situation, Agent."
Pierce's voice sounded very exhausted.
Jessica took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Officer, although you have already seen it through the live broadcast, I still have to report that Hammer's operation can be considered a complete failure."
"Hammer Industries' army of armor was defeated by Justice League, Justin Hammer was also dragged off to prison, and Ivan Vanko was crippled by Tony Stark with a single punch."
Jessica swallowed, the image of Luka instantly killing the alien monster flashing through her mind.
"Luka Stark seems to have grown stronger again, and you saw it too—that alien monster was instantly killed by him."
"Officer, he also brought back a mass of alien matter. His current strength can no longer be evaluated. We simply cannot win against him."
On the other end of the communicator, Pierce was silent for a long time.
He knew that HYDRA had kicked a real piece of iron plate this time.
If they continued to provoke the Stark Brothers, HYDRA's foundation might be destroyed in an instant.
"I understand."
Pierce let out a breath and spoke after pondering for a moment.
"Agent Drew, listen carefully to my next orders."
"From now on, cease all probing and hostile actions against Luka Stark. You must absolutely not let him discover your true identity."
"Whatever he asks you to do, you do. If he tells you to serve tea and water, you serve tea and water."
Seeming to think of something, Pierce made a rare teasing remark.
"If he tells you to wear lace, you wear lace! If he tells you to wear a bodycon skirt, you wear a bodycon skirt!"
"As long as you can save your life, as long as you can continue to stay in Stark Industries' core circle, HYDRA will reimburse all your expenses! Do you understand?!"
Jessica was speechless.
She, the dignified ace spy of HYDRA, proficient in various assassination and combat skills—
—had now actually been reduced to relying on wearing sexy underwear to please a scumbag in order to save her life?
This was simply an extreme humiliation!
But she did not dare to defy Pierce's orders either.
"Und... Understood, Officer. Hail HYDRA."
The communication hung up.
Jessica collapsed weakly onto the ground.
Her gaze looked towards the wardrobe at those sets of sexy maid outfits and leopard-print bodycon skirts sent by Pepper's people.
At this moment, tears of humiliation flowed down her cheeks.
The life of a working stiff is truly fucking bitter.
...
On the other side.
Washington D.C., S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
The Director's office was in utter chaos.
"Motherfucker!!"
Seeing the news on the television screen, Nick Fury was so angry that he smashed everything on the desk to pieces.
"These two bastards! They market saving the World as a business? What kind of heroes are they?!"
"Or rather, do they treat S.H.I.E.L.D. as a stepping stone?!"
Fury's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently.
Right now, the entire World only knew Justice League; no one cared about S.H.I.E.L.D. at all.
Just as Fury was raging impotently,
the office door was pushed open, and Coulson walked in quickly.
His expression was very serious, holding a document stamped with top-secret seals in his hand.
"Director, there is an emergency."
Coulson walked up to the desk and handed the document to Fury.
"Our Agents in Eastern Europe sent back the latest intelligence."
"In an abandoned Base of ours in Siberia, we discovered traces of HYDRA's recent activities."
Coulson lowered his voice, his tone solemn.
"Furthermore, in the Base's surviving archives, we found some data related to 1991."
"It seems... related to the death of Mr. Howard Stark back then."
Hearing these words, Fury abruptly raised his head.
The next second, his single eye narrowed slightly, flashing with calculating light.
"Howard's death?"
Fury snatched the document and quickly flipped through it.
A few seconds later, his brow furrowed, but soon he smiled again.
"Very good. Coulson, immediately send Agents to Siberia to bring all the data back for me."
Amidst his joy, Fury came to the floor-to-ceiling window to enjoy Washington's night view.
"The Stark Brothers think they won? No, the game has only just begun."
"As long as I grasp the truth of Mr. Howard's death, I will have the leverage to manipulate them."
Fury shook his head.
"This World, after all, still needs S.H.I.E.L.D. to control it, rather than playboys who treat saving people as a business."
Chapter 136 Oscorp Group
Two months later.
New York, Manhattan.
The morning sunlight shone on the newly completed new headquarters building of Stark Industries.
This building is located in a prime location in Manhattan.
Originally, this was the site of a certain building, but now it has been forged by the Stark Brothers into the world's top technological fortress.
The exterior walls of the building adopt the latest solar energy absorption coating.
This not only protects employees from direct sunlight, but also allows Luka to continuously absorb energy.
On the top floor, the co-CEO office.
The luxury here is even greater than that of the Los Angeles headquarters.
The huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the scenery of the entire New York City.
The interior is paved with hand-customized carpets, and a few priceless sculptures are placed in the corners.
Luka leaned comfortably in his chair, with his legs crossed and resting on the desk.
Today he wore a gray shirt with the collar slightly open.
At this moment.
He looked with interest at the woman standing in front of the desk.
Jessica felt somewhat uneasy.
Today, she put on the black lace-trimmed professional outfit requested by Luka yesterday.
The design of this outfit is simply outrageous.
Although on the surface it looks like a decent black hip-hugging skirt professional outfit.
But the edges of the neckline and skirt are dotted with faint black lace, paired with a pair of tight black silk stockings and ten-centimeter thin high heels.
It outlines her hot figure vividly, full of ultimate temptation.
When Jessica walked into Stark Tower in the morning, she received stunning and swallowing gazes from countless male employees all the way.
But how should I put it, she felt like a stripper walking on the red carpet, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"Assistant Jones, today, your outfit is very pretty."
Luka took a sip of coffee, scanning Jessica's body unscrupulously, with a bad smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"This is the mental outlook that Stark Industries employees should have. You have great professional ethics, and I decided to give you a twenty percent raise this month."
Jessica took a deep breath, squeezed out a stiff smile, and suppressed the impulse to smash the folder onto Luka's face.
"Thank you for the boss's compliment. This is what I should do."
Dead scumbag! Pervert!
Once the plan of HYDRA succeeds, I will definitely dig out your eyeballs to use as pickles!
"Very good, maintain this attitude." Luka put down the coffee and waved his hand casually.
"Now, go do something for me. Master Wong just called and said he was hungry, go buy him ten burgers of different flavors, remember to add double cheese and bacon."
Jessica was stunned.
"Ten burgers? Boss, isn't Master Wong a mystic arts master practicing in Kamar-Taj? He eats so much high-calorie food..."
"A mage is also a person and needs to replenish energy." Luka interrupted her.
"And he is now our chief magic consultant, satisfying his appetite is your job. Go, don't keep him waiting anxiously."
Jessica gritted her teeth, and could only turn around and step clackily in her high heels out of the office.
Seeing Jessica's aggrieved back, Luka couldn't help laughing softly.
Bossing the other party around as an errand girl during moments of boredom is also a kind of fun.
...
Meanwhile, in an apartment in Manhattan.
Wong wore a suit and lay comfortably on the sofa.
The coffee table in front of him was covered with various empty takeout boxes.
From pizza to sushi, everything was available.
"Zizizi..."
A circle of golden sparks lit up in mid-air, and a miniature magic portal appeared out of thin air.
Wong was too lazy to even get up, directly extending his hand through the portal and taking a box of freshly baked donuts from the other end.
Outrageously, he even used a magic shield as a plate to hold the donuts, then ate while binge-watching dramas.
"This is life." Wong sighed with satisfaction.
"If Sorcerer Ancient One knew that the takeout in New York was so delicious, she would definitely agree to me using portals to get takeout."
Just at this moment, the door of the room was kicked open with one foot.
Steve walked in with big strides.
He was holding a punching bag in his hand, obviously having just returned from the training room.
Seeing Wong's decadent appearance, Steve was somewhat puzzled.
"Very good, you successfully made me laugh, you fucking use sacred magic to deliver takeout?!"
"Back in Brooklyn, if I had this ability, I would have long become the wealthiest delivery person in all of New York! I must say, you are insulting your identity."
Wong was stunned by the scolding, and the donut in his mouth almost dropped out.
He quickly swallowed, wiped his mouth, and retorted solemnly.
"Captain Rogers, you don't understand this. The essence of magic is the application of energy. Using portals to get takeout not only saves time, but also reduces carbon emissions, which is an efficient use of magic."
"What a load of bullshit!" Steve raised his middle finger.
"You are just lazy! This layer of fat is thicker than the Hulk's! Sooner or later you will get so fat that you won't even be able to squeeze through the portal!"
Master Wong rolled his eyes and decided not to bicker with this foul-mouthed World War II veteran.
He continued eating donuts, enjoying the corruption of capitalism.
Oh, no, that's not right, this is Stark touching him with sincerity.
...
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Stark Industries building, the oversized multi-functional press conference hall on the first floor.
A press conference is being held here.
Those invited are all the world's top medical experts, biological authorities, and wealthy tycoons who spend money like water.
As the head of the Life Sciences Division, Luka Stark stood in the center of the stage.
Behind him, the projection screen showed an oral liquid reagent emitting a light blue glow.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the press conference of the Stark Industries Life Science Department."
Luka smiled, his words spreading across the entire venue through the microphone.
"Today, I will show everyone a civilian drug enough to change human history — Stark Miracle."
The medical experts and tycoons off stage held their breath one after another, fixing their gazes tightly on the screen.
"This drug is developed based on our latest gene repair technology."
Luka began to introduce the efficacy of this drug.
Actually, this thing is just some leftover scraps left after discarding the essence when developing the Super Soldier Serum.
"Of course, this product cannot turn you into Superman, nor can it let you fly through the skies and escape into the earth."
Luka spread his hands, his tone relaxed.
"However, it can cure over ninety percent of chronic diseases currently known to humanity."
"Whether it is severe cardiovascular disease, early Alzheimer's disease, or the aging and degeneration of various organs, Stark Miracle can repair them from the cellular level."
"More importantly..."
Luka paused for a moment, sweeping his gaze across the fanatical tycoons in the front row.
"After clinical testing, taking a course of Stark Miracle continuously can restore human cellular activity to the state of five years ago. That is to say, it can make you five years younger."
Boom!
The whole venue boiled!
The medical experts stood up in shock, recording data one after another.
And those tycoons already had red eyes and rapid breathing.
Five years younger!
For tycoons who possess endless wealth but cannot stop the passage of life, this is God's gift!
Not to mention five years, even for one year, they are willing to exhaust their family fortunes in exchange!
"Mr. Stark! When will this drug be launched?!"
"I am willing to pay any price! Please reserve a course of treatment for me!"
The tycoons shouted disregarding their image.
Seeing the crazy crowd, Luka's smile became even happier.
He pressed his hand down, signaling everyone to be quiet.
"Everyone, the production process of Stark Miracle is very complex, and the output is also very limited. Therefore, this is only the first-generation product."
"As for the price... Of course, miraculous drugs are only sold to people who know how to appreciate its value."
"The first batch of Stark Miracle will be sold using an internal invitation system and an auction system. The starting price is five hundred million US dollars per course of treatment."
Five hundred million US dollars!
This astronomical price made the medical experts present gasp a breath of cold air.
But the tycoons didn't even blink their eyes, instead raising their hands even more crazily, for fear that they wouldn't grab a spot.
In front of technological crushing, money is truly just a string of numbers.
And in the corner of the press conference scene.
Several low-key men were gazing at Luka on stage with gloomy eyes.
They are representatives of the Oscorp Group.
Oscorp Group has always been committed to the research and development of genetic engineering and biological weapons.
In the biomedical field, they have always regarded Stark Industries as their biggest competitor.
"Damn Stark..."
The leading representative cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.
"They actually really developed this level of gene repair drug! If Stark Miracle is launched on a large scale, our market share will be squeezed!"
"Report the news immediately to Mr. Norman Osborn. We need to accelerate the R&D progress of the human enhancement serum, and absolutely cannot let Stark Industries dominate alone!"
Undercurrents were quietly surging in the business community of New York.
Chapter 137: New Assistant
Meanwhile.
New York, Hells Kitchen.
Although the public security here had restrained somewhat due to the prestige of the Justice League in Los Angeles, sins in secret were still breeding in the dark corners.
In a remote, foul-smelling alley.
A few thugs cornered a shivering girl.
"Hand over all your money and jewelry! Hurry up!" the leading thug threatened viciously.
Just as the girl was despairingly preparing to take out her wallet.
Tap, tap, tap.
Crisp tapping sounds came from the entrance of the alley.
The thugs turned their heads and saw a man holding a white cane and wearing sunglasses walking inward.
"Get lost, blind man! This is none of your business!" the thug shouted, waving his weapon.
The blind man did not speak, only slightly tilting his head.
Although he had lost his sight, his hearing, sense of smell, and sense of touch far exceeded ordinary people.
He could clearly hear the rapid heartbeats of the thugs and smell the tobacco on them.
He was Matt Murdock, the blind lawyer of Hells Kitchen, and also the nighttime vigilante, Daredevil.
"You have three choices."
Matt spoke expressionlessly.
"First, put down your knives, apologize to this lady, and then surrender at the Police station."
"Second, I will break your legs and then throw you at the door of the Police station."
"Third..."
Before Matt could finish speaking, the leading thug had already roared and rushed forward.
"Go to hell! Damn blind man!"
Matt slightly turned aside, easily dodging the stabbing knife.
Immediately afterwards, the cane in his hand swung out like lightning, instantly hitting the thug's wrist.
"Snap!"
The sound of a fracture rang out, and the thug screamed and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the other two thugs were frightened and turned to run.
But Matt's speed was even faster, knocking them all to the ground in a flash.
The girl looked at Matt gratefully: "Thank you... Thank you for saving me."
"Go home quickly, it's not safe here."
Matt put away his cane and turned to walk out of the alley.
Half an hour later.
Matt returned to his somewhat shabby law firm.
His friend and partner, Foggy Nelson, was sitting at his desk.
Holding a newspaper in his hand, it was news about the Stark miracle drug press conference.
"Matt, you're back." Foggy put down the newspaper and sighed.
"Have you heard the news? The Stark Brothers are now the gods of New York. Not only are they superheroes, but they've also come up with a drug that can make people five years younger. This World is truly crazy."
Matt took off his coat, walked to the window, and listened to the hustle and bustle of the street.
"The Stark Brothers are too high-profile, Foggy."
Matt frowned slightly and spoke with some worry.
"Their power is too great, and they are not bound by the law. They punish criminals based on personal preference and aren't even afraid of the Military, which is very dangerous."
"If power has no constraints, it will ultimately head towards out-of-control."
Foggy helplessly spread his hands.
"But the citizens like them. Who cares about the law now? Everyone just wants a sense of security."
Matt shook his head.
"Moreover, recently I have a bad premonition."
"Kingpin has been too quiet lately. Ever since Stark Industries moved to New York, activities in Hells Kitchen have noticeably decreased. But this doesn't fit Kingpin's personality."
Matt clenched his cane.
"He must be plotting something in secret. The calm before the storm is the most terrifying."
...
Meanwhile.
Stark Industries Building laboratory.
Tony stood in front of the holographic projection table, adjusting a set of design drawings.
"Jarvis, increase the thickness of the shoulder armor by another fifteen percent! Use the latest anti-corrosion alloy coating for the energy transmission circuit!"
"Alright, sir. Modifying the blueprints."
Luka walked in holding a glass of red wine, saw the busy Tony, and raised an eyebrow.
"Tony, are you building a tank? The armor thickness is so high? Do you plan to wear it to ram an iceberg?"
Tony proudly showed Luka the design drawing on the holographic projection.
"This is called anti-magic armor, Luka."
Tony pointed to the dense energy absorption nodes on the blueprint.
"The last battle made me realize that conventional defense is vulnerable when facing those weird energies or magic."
"So I used the reactor's energy, combined with the data extracted from that alien monster, to design this brand-new armor."
Tony patted his chest with full confidence.
"The surface of this suit is coated with a special energy-absorbing coating, which can resist and absorb most energy attacks. Next time if some magician attacks me, I will let her know what the barrier of science is!"
Luka glanced at the blueprint, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes.
Admittedly, Tony's creativity in the fields of machinery and engineering is truly unmatched.
"Not a bad idea."
"However, defense alone is not enough. We also need to take the initiative."
"How is the search for Bucky going?"
Tony also became serious, with murderous intent permeating his eyes.
"Rest assured, I've already had Jarvis running the search program in the background. As long as he is still breathing on Earth, he will never escape the palm of my hand."
Just as the brothers were discussing the revenge plan.
"Gentlemen."
Jarvis's voice suddenly sounded in the laboratory.
"Ms. Pepper is taking the elevator to the office. She also brought an unappointed visitor, saying they are here to apply for the position of Mr. Tony's private assistant."
Luka and Tony were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.
"Private assistant?"
Tony frowned, looking unhappy.
"What is Potts up to? When did I say I needed a private assistant? Having her and Jarvis is enough."
Luka raised an eyebrow, becoming a bit interested.
"Maybe Potts thinks you've been working too hard lately and wants to find someone to share some of her work. Let's go up and see who the unlucky guy is."
The brothers took the elevator back to the office.
When they pushed open the office door, Pepper was sitting on the sofa flipping through documents.
And beside her stood a woman wearing a tight black professional suit, with a hot figure and wine-red wavy long hair.
Her facial features were very gorgeous, but her eyes carried a cold and dangerous aura.
Hearing the door open, the red-haired woman turned around and showed a charming and attractive smile to the two.
"Mr. Stark, hello."
"I am Natalie Rushman, applying to be Mr. Tony's... private assistant."
Luka looked up and down at the beauty in front of him, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Relying on super perception, Luka could clearly perceive that this woman was definitely not an ordinary person.
Her heartbeat was very steady, and the tense state of her muscles showed that she could erupt with lethal offensive power at any time.
However, she had no Superpower, but she was definitely a top-tier Agent who had undergone training.
Luka did not expose her, but smiled with interest.
"Oh? Another one?"
"Who sent you? S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Military?"
Natasha's smile stiffened slightly, but she quickly returned to normal.
Seeing Luka's eyes that seemed to see through everything, she was secretly shocked in her heart.
This man was even more dangerous and sharp than Director Fury described.
"Mr. Stark is really joking." Natasha said with a smile.
"I am just an ordinary job seeker."
"Is that so?"
Luka walked up to Natasha, the distance between the two close at hand.
"Then let's see what kind of surprise you, this ordinary job seeker, can really bring us."
Chapter 138: Tacit Understanding Between Agents
Seeing Natasha so confident, Luca had a flash of inspiration and looked at Tony.
"Tony, since this Miss Rushman insists that she is here to apply for an assistant position, as the boss, shouldn't you conduct a pre-job test on her?"
Tony understood instantly.
He knew Luca too well; once that kind of smile appeared, it meant someone was about to have terrible luck.
Since his younger brother had spoken, as the older brother, he naturally had to play along.
Thus, Tony walked over to the desk, picked up a letter opener casually, twirled it flexibly between his fingertips, and then turned to look at Natasha.
"Miss Rushman, you have to prove that you are qualified to stay in this position."
Tony pointed at Pepper beside them.
"Potts's main job usually is helping me handle meetings and media, but you are different. I need an assistant who can handle unexpected situations."
As he spoke, Tony pointed to a fully enclosed glass cabinet in the corner of the office.
Inside the cabinet lay a handgun.
"The first test."
Tony raised an eyebrow, his tone casual.
"Disassemble that gun into parts within ten seconds. For an ordinary job seeker, this shouldn't be a difficult task, right?"
Hearing this request, Natasha's expression stiffened slightly.
As a top Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone ten seconds, she could dismantle that gun into a pile of scrap iron with her eyes closed in five seconds.
But that was precisely the problem.
If she complied, not only would her movements expose her muscle memory, but it would also directly admit that she had received professional training.
Then her persona as a disguised clerical assistant would instantly collapse!
These two madmen didn't play by the rules at all!
Who interviews a personal assistant by making them dismantle a gun on the spot!
Although she cursed inwardly, outwardly Natasha still bit her lip, putting on a weak and troubled look.
"Mr. Stark, I have only studied law and administrative management, and I have never touched a gun. That's too dangerous, I might hurt myself."
"Oh? You don't know how to dismantle a gun?"
Tony put on a regretful look, shook his head, and then pointed to the computer on the desk.
"It doesn't matter, I won't force you. Then let's proceed to the second test."
Tony held up five fingers.
"Within five seconds, hack into the Pentagon security system and help me cancel a parking ticket from last month in Washington. For a top student from Harvard Law School, you should be able to do that, right?"
Hearing this, Natasha almost failed to maintain her expression management.
She cursed Tony's ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart.
"Hack into the Pentagon in five seconds? What the fuck do you think I am, Zeus!"
"And I came here to apply for an administrative assistant position, not a fucking network hacker!"
These two bastards were clearly making things difficult on purpose!
"Mr. Stark, this violates federal law."
Natasha took a deep breath, trying to maintain her last shred of decency.
"What I am good at is schedule arrangement, foreign language translation, and crisis public relations. If you need a hacker or a bodyguard, I think I might not be suitable for this position."
Seeing Natasha's aggrieved look, Pepper finally couldn't help it anymore.
As the company's chief steward, she really couldn't bear to watch the two men's prank anymore.
"Tony! Luca! The two of you are enough!"
Pepper stood up and glared fiercely at the brothers.
"Natalie was interviewed by me personally. She is fluent in four languages and possesses strong crisis-handling capabilities. Furthermore, her professional knowledge in legal affairs is precisely what we need most right now. You two are just making unreasonable and difficult troubles!"
Seeing Pepper angry, Luca couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Alright, Potts. Don't be angry. We were just joking with the new employee."
Luca walked up to Natasha and scrutinized her up and down.
Although this female Agent tried her best to disguise herself, the dangerous aura engraved in her bones could not be hidden.
No matter who sent her, it was nothing more than wanting to monitor himself and Tony, and by the way, figure out their trump cards.
Since the other party was so polite, voluntarily sending a free high-level labor force to his door, what reason did he have to refuse?
Getting an Agent for free to be an errand girl was definitely a win-win business with no losses.
"Stay, Miss Rushman."
Luca waved his hand grandly and made the final decision on the spot, taking the opportunity to probe with some rhetorical skills.
"The salary will be set at the lowest market rate. Anyway, you Agents generally have extra cash issued by your organization, and Black Egg shouldn't care about our little bit of money. Right?"
As soon as these words were spoken.
Hearing the words Black Egg, Natasha's pupils constricted slightly.
"He knows! He actually even knows Director Fury!"
A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Natasha's back.
She had thought her disguise was seamless, and even inside S.H.I.E.L.D., there were very few people who knew her true identity.
As it turned out, the other person had seen right through her completely!
"Could it be that Fury didn't tell her that Luca Stark is actually a demon with mind-reading abilities?!"
"No wonder he proposed such outrageous tests; the other party was completely playing her like a monkey!"
Although she thought this way, her Agent training still allowed her to suppress the shock.
On the surface, she could only pretend not to understand and squeeze out a smile.
"Thank you for Mr. Luca's generosity, I will work hard. Although I don't quite understand who the Black Egg you mentioned is."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. There will be plenty of time to understand slowly in the future."
Luca nodded with satisfaction.
That's right, stubbornly denying it to the end is what makes it interesting.
Subsequently, he pressed the intercom phone on the desk.
"Jessica, come in for a moment."
A few seconds later, the office door was pushed open.
Jessica, wearing a black lace-trimmed suit, walked in.
Her face wore a professional fake smile, but her eyes were full of thick resentment.
Wearing these clothes to walk around the company every day, and still having to face this damn scumbag.
She felt like her lifespan was about to be shortened.
"Boss, you were looking for me." Jessica lowered her head, her tone respectful.
"Take our new colleague, Miss Rushman, to familiarize herself with the company's environment."
Luca pointed at Natasha standing to the side.
"From now on, the two of you are colleagues, get along well. Learn from each other and make progress together."
Jessica raised her head, her gaze intersecting with Natasha's.
The atmosphere began to turn subtle.
Both of them perceived each other's kindred aura.
This was a scent that could only be smelled by people who had experienced countless life-and-death struggles and crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Jessica's gaze was like a knife, staring fixedly at Natasha.
Her center of gravity when standing was as steady as a mountain, there were calluses left by years of holding guns at the web of her thumb, and even the frequency of her breathing was intentionally suppressed.
"This woman is definitely an assassin!"
"Chances are she's even a S.H.I.E.L.D. bitch!"
"Damn it! Exactly how many factions has Luca provoked?"
"Does Officer Pierce know that S.H.I.E.L.D. has also sent someone to infiltrate?"
Natasha likewise unhurriedly sized up Jessica, her inner alarm bells ringing wildly.
Although this black lace outfit was extremely sultry, it couldn't cover up this woman's unusual nature.
Her breathing frequency was extremely slow, and her micro-expressions were controlled almost perfectly.
Most importantly, Natasha keenly sensed...
"This woman named Jessica is definitely in the same trade!"
"That damn one-eyed dragon actually didn't investigate that there were other Agents beside Stark?!"
"Are all the intelligence departments useless freeloaders!"
The two women evaluated each other's threat level in their hearts.
But outwardly, they smiled brighter than anyone else.
"Hello, Miss Rushman. Very glad to meet you." Jessica smiled and reached out her hand, her posture very magnanimous.
"Hello, Miss Jones." Natasha shook her hand, likewise all smiles, her eyes sincere.
"Your dress is really tasteful, very... unique. It sets off your figure very perfectly."
"Thank you, the boss's aesthetics have always been very unique. You will get used to it in the future." Jessica gritted her teeth and replied with a forced smile.
Luca sat in his chair, picked up his coffee, and took a leisurely sip.
Now not only could he watch two Agents acting opposite each other in front of him, but every day he could also watch them mutually suspecting and scheming against each other.
This was much more interesting than watching a movie.
Indeed, being a capitalist with absolute strength and no bottom line was truly the happiest thing in the World.
"Go ahead, ladies. Work hard. I'm looking forward to your work performance." Luca waved his hand very magnanimously.
Jessica and Natasha glanced at each other, then walked out of the office side by side.
After they left, Tony leaned over.
"Are you really planning to keep them both by your side? Isn't this just placing two time bombs in the office that could explode at any time."
Tony crossed his arms over his chest, feeling that Luca's malicious hobbies sometimes really gave people a headache.
"Time bombs are only dangerous when you don't know the password."
Luca shrugged, looking confident.
"Since the password is in our hands, then they are tools. Whoever dares to act rashly, I will detonate them first. Moreover, isn't it very convenient to use them to pass some false intelligence that we want the other party to know?"
Hearing this, Tony silently gave a thumbs-up.
When it came to being black-hearted, you still had to look at this bastard younger brother.
"Although you say it so lightly. But Natalie's heartbeat was very fast just now, you should have seen it too, but she disguised herself very well. So, what kind of organization would send an Agent of this level over to be an assistant."
Luca pondered for a few seconds, then began to tease Tony.
"I bet she definitely hides no less than two weapons on her body. If you want to have some deep communication with her tonight, you'd better put on bulletproof shorts, lest she cuts off your dick as a souvenir."
"That won't trouble you to worry about." Tony raised an eyebrow.
"You know the hardness of my body anyway. Let alone a small knife, even if she uses a handgun to fuck me, I can push through the bullets and handle her. But to be honest, the enemy's vision is indeed quite good, this woman's figure completely matches my aesthetics."
"Can't you pack something else in your brain?" Luca looked disgusted all over.
"What do you know, this is called understanding employees in-depth. As a conscientious boss of Stark Industries, of course I must grasp the depth of every employee in all directions."
Luca stood up and patted Tony's chest muscles, which were bulging tightly against his shirt.
"Alright, you're right. With them probing each other in the company, we even saved the movie ticket money."
"Let's go, let's go see how many remote controls Ice Boy broke today."
Chapter 139 Catfight Between Agents
Afternoon arrived.
Stark Tower, rooftop.
The wind on the high-rise was fierce.
Jessica stood quietly at the edge of the rooftop.
The tight bodycon skirt outlined her curves without a single ounce of excess fat, and the black stockings shimmered with an alluring glow in the sunlight.
At this moment, she gazed at the bustling traffic on the road, her eyes indifferent.
Not long after, the iron door of the rooftop let out a soft click.
The door was pushed open.
Natasha Romanoff walked in with elegant steps.
She was currently wearing a burgundy form-fitting suit dress.
The collar of her white shirt was slightly open, her breasts ready to burst forth, and her red hair fluttered gently in the wind.
Two people, two sets of uniforms enough to make any man's blood boil.
But at this moment, the atmosphere on the rooftop was as cold as a Siberian ice sheet.
"Oh, look who's here."
Jessica turned around and glanced at the other person with disdain.
"Our newly arrived assistant Miss. What, has Mr. Tony Stark left you with so much free time that you can come to the rooftop to catch the breeze?"
Natasha Romanoff stopped in her tracks, an impeccable smile hanging on her face.
"That's thanks to Mr. Stark's magnanimity. After all, he doesn't need me following behind him to serve tea and water at any time."
Natasha Romanoff's gaze lingered on Jessica's black lace trim for two and a half seconds, her tone filled with undisguised mockery.
"However, seeing Miss Jones's outfit, I roughly understand why Mr. Luka let you stay by his side. After all, not everyone can treat the office like a red-light district to go to work."
Jessica's eyes turned cold.
"Put away your hypocritical tricks, Natalie. Or should I call you something else?"
Jessica took two steps forward, shortening the distance between them to less than two and a half meters.
"Do you think you're disguising yourself very well as an ordinary job seeker?"
"The way your muscles exert force when you walk, your perspective in observing the environment, are all telling me one thing. You are a systematically trained Agent!"
Natasha Romanoff's smile disappeared bit by bit.
She knew the other person was probing her.
"Miss Jones, your imagination is very rich. If you go write novels, it will definitely be a bestseller."
"Whether it's imagination or not, we'll know by trying."
Right as the words finished!
Jessica initiated instantly without wind-up.
Although she was wearing ten-centimeter high heels, her speed was as fast as a cheetah!
A fierce high whip kick swept directly towards Natasha Romanoff's head!
Natasha Romanoff reacted extremely fast.
She immediately raised her arms in an X shape to protect her head.
Bang!
The sound of collision rang out.
Natasha Romanoff only felt a huge force smash onto her arms.
Then she uncontrollably slid back several steps, her high heels scraping two white marks on the ground.
What terrifying strength!
Natasha Romanoff was greatly shocked in her heart.
This woman is definitely not an ordinary Agent!
This kind of strength is simply not something humans can achieve!
Moreover, she felt that the other party didn't even seem to be exerting much force.
She didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if the other party used her full strength.
"Not a bad reaction."
Jessica sneered, not giving Natasha Romanoff any breathing room at all, and closed in on her again.
A set of combo punches smashed towards Natasha Romanoff's face and chest.
Natasha Romanoff immediately launched a counterattack.
First, she flexibly twisted her waist to dodge Jessica's heavy punch, then lowered her body and kicked a sweep kick towards Jessica's ankle.
But Jessica just gently leaped and dodged it.
The two entangled and fought together on the rooftop.
This was a battle full of violence and temptation.
Two hot bodies constantly collided.
The suit skirt and bodycon skirt rolled upwards under the intense movements, revealing large patches of snowy white.
"Rip!"
Natasha Romanoff seized the opportunity, grabbed Jessica's collar, and wanted to take advantage of the momentum to give her a shoulder throw.
But Jessica's strength was not something she could match.
Instead, her own wrist was counter-grabbed by the other party, who gave it a hard yank!
Natasha Romanoff's white shirt was directly torn open with a large gap.
The black lace underwear inside was exposed to the air, and the deep valley continuously rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
"That's all the skills you have!"
Jessica took the opportunity to kick Natasha Romanoff in the abdomen.
Natasha Romanoff let out a muffled grunt, then flew backward, heavily slamming into the iron wire net.
"Cough, cough..."
Natasha Romanoff, clutching her stomach, stood up with difficulty.
Her hair was already disheveled, and her red skirt was also torn with a slit, revealing her slender thighs.
She knew she couldn't beat this woman.
The other party's combat skills were not only on par with hers, but her strength and speed completely crushed her in all aspects.
Jessica also stopped moving, tidying up her slightly disheveled skirt hem.
Of course, throughout the entire process, she didn't use lethal force, using at most one-tenth of her strength.
Otherwise, relying on her physical fitness that was on par with Captain America, the other party would have been dead long ago.
However, it was only her physical fitness that was about the same as Captain America.
In terms of strength, her normal state was ten tons, and in other aspects, she directly thrashed Steve Rogers.
She could fly, crawl on walls, fire bioelectric toxin bombs, and manipulate pheromones to control enemies and affect their emotions.
In combat skills, she was even the ace in the organization.
Captain America could at best go four-six with her.
Not thinking much more, Jessica walked up to Natasha Romanoff and gazed down at her from a commanding height.
"Don't waste your efforts."
"I don't care if you were sent by S.H.I.E.L.D., or sent by some other death-seeking organization. Listen to my advice, resign quickly."
"The waters of the Stark Brothers are very deep, not something an Agent of your level can come and probe."
"If you continue to stay here, you will die a miserable death. And no one can save you."
Natasha Romanoff slapped away Jessica's hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and stared at her coldly.
"Who sent you? So anxious to chase me away, are you afraid I'll steal your mission, or afraid I'll find out your background?"
Jessica did not answer this question, turning around and walking towards the rooftop door.
"Remember my warning. Next time we meet, I won't show mercy."
Accompanied by the closing door sound, Jessica disappeared from the rooftop.
Natasha Romanoff leaned against the iron wire net, panting heavily.
Soon, she took out her portable communicator and dialed Nick Fury's dedicated line.
"Director, it's me."
"How is the situation, Agent Romanoff?"
"Not too good."
Natasha Romanoff lowered her head to look at her torn clothes, her tone becoming very serious.
"I just had a fight with Luka Stark's personal assistant."
"She won?"
"Yes, I was suppressed. Her strength and speed completely beat me. She is a Superpower."
On the other end of the communicator, Fury fell silent for a long time.
"Motherfucker!"
"Has Stark Industries now turned into a monster asylum?! Even an assistant who serves tea and water is a Superpower?!"
"She warned me to resign quickly."
Natasha Romanoff continued to report.
"Director, she might be a spy sent by other organizations. Should we take action?"
Fury snorted coldly.
"No. Since she didn't kill you, nor exposed your identity to the Stark Brothers, it means she also has reservations."
"You continue to lurk by Tony Stark's side. Do not provoke that woman proactively."
"I will investigate what background this Jessica Jones really has."
"Understood, Director."
Natasha Romanoff hung up the communicator, tidied her clothes, and turned to leave the rooftop.
Chapter 140 Your Mom Is Calling You Home for Dinner
Night fell.
New York, Oscorp Tower.
This is a soaring building, representing the absolute authority of the Oscorp Group in the field of biotechnology.
But at this moment, the atmosphere in the chairman's office was frighteningly oppressive.
Norman Osborn sat behind the desk, his eyes staring fixedly at the screen on the wall.
On the screen, this afternoon's press conference of Stark Industries was being rebroadcast.
In the footage, Luka Stark wore a smile, holding that bottle of Stark Miracle Serum emitting a light blue glow.
"It can cure more than ninety percent of chronic diseases currently known to humans."
"It can make you five years younger."
These words were all stinging Norman Osborn's heart.
"Damn Stark..."
Norman clenched his fists, a breath blocked in his heart.
"They stole the glory that belongs to me! The biomedical field was supposed to be the World of the Oscorp Group!"
In his anger, he grabbed an ashtray and fiercely smashed it toward the screen.
Bang!
The screen shattered instantly, and the picture turned into static snow.
After venting, Norman stood up, but his breathing was still very rapid.
He walked to a mirror in the corner, staring at his face in the mirror that was distorted by anger.
To fight Stark, to let the Oscorp Group return to its peak.
Some time ago, he desperately injected himself with the imperfect human enhancement serum.
The serum indeed gave him power surpassing ordinary people.
But at this same time it also brought him a terrible side effect.
"You are a coward, Norman."
Suddenly, the reflection in the mirror moved.
Clearly Norman didn't speak, but he in the mirror split his mouth, revealing an evil smile.
This voice was hoarse and sharp, making people feel very uncomfortable listening to it.
"Look at your current appearance, forced by two brats to only smash things here to vent. You are too weak."
Norman stepped back in panic, holding his head and shouting.
"Shut up! Shut up! Leave my head!"
"Why should I leave?"
The Green Goblin personality in the mirror laughed loudly.
"I am you, you are me. We are one."
"Stark took your market, they turned the Oscorp Group into an industry laughingstock."
Seeing Norman's mentality collapse, Green Goblin began to bewitch him.
"What are you still waiting for? The law cannot protect you, and you cannot beat them in business competition."
"Only violence! Only blood! Can make those who look down on you feel fear!"
Norman struggled painfully, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"No... I can't do this. I am a businessman, I am the chairman of the Oscorp Group..."
"No, you are just a pitiful wretch about to go bankrupt!"
The roar of Green Goblin exploded in Norman's mind.
"Hand the body over to me! I will let you see true power! I will make New York tremble beneath our feet!"
As Green Goblin's bewitchment became stronger and stronger, Norman's resistance became weaker and weaker.
Finally, Norman lowered the hands holding his head.
Then slowly raised his head, looking at himself in the mirror.
At this moment, his eyes turned light yellow.
The corners of his mouth split upward, revealing an evil smile identical to the one in the mirror.
"You are right."
Norman's voice also changed along with it.
"It's time for me to go out and get some fresh air."
Following that, he walked to a secret lounge behind the office.
Pressing the switch on the wall, a hidden weapon cabinet slowly opened.
Inside was a set of green high-tech armor, as well as a weirdly shaped glider.
Norman quickly put on the Green Goblin armor, putting on a ferocious green demon mask.
He stepped on the demon glider, grabbing a few pumpkin bombs to hang at his waist.
"Bang!"
The tail of the glider spewed scorching flames.
Norman smashed the floor-to-ceiling window, turning into a green stream of light rushing into the night sky of New York.
At the same time, the crazy laughter also echoed in the night sky.
"Hahahaha! Tremble, New York!"
On the other side.
The streets of New York.
At this time, it was just when nightlife was beginning, the street was bustling with people coming and going, very lively.
Peter Parker was wearing a plaid shirt, carrying a backpack, walking side by side with a red-haired girl on the sidewalk.
This girl was none other than his neighbor and partner, Mary Jane.
Peter's personality was very introverted, and also somewhat dull.
Although he was already a Spider-Man possessing Superpower now.
But when facing the girl he liked, he was still so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands.
"Peter, why are you so quiet tonight?"
Mary Jane turned her head, seeing Peter's flushed face, and couldn't help laughing.
"We have already walked several streets, besides saying the weather is nice today, you haven't said anything else."
"Uh... I..."
Peter stammered and scratched his head, his brain directly crashing.
Originally he had prepared a whole bunch of romantic words in his heart.
But seeing Mary Jane's pair of beautiful eyes, he forgot everything completely.
Just when Peter was desperately searching for a topic.
"Boom!"
A loud noise suddenly came from the distant sky.
Following that, a car parked on the roadside suddenly exploded, flames soaring into the sky!
The surrounding pedestrians were frightened and screamed, scattering and fleeing in all directions.
Peter's Spider-Sense instantly issued a strong warning!
Without hesitation, he immediately looked in a certain direction.
I saw a monster wearing green armor and stepping on a flying glider whistling past from the sky.
"Hahahaha! Run! Bugs!"
Green Goblin laughed wildly, casually throwing down two pumpkin bombs.
Boom! Boom!
Two shops on the roadside were instantly blown to pieces, glass fragments splashing everywhere.
The scene fell into chaos.
"Good grief! It's the Green Goblin!!"
Mary Jane was frightened pale, tightly grabbing Peter's arm.
Seeing the rampaging Green Goblin, Peter was also extremely anxious in his heart.
He must immediately change into the Spider-Man suit to stop this monster!
However, Mary Jane was right by his side!
He couldn't expose his identity in front of her!
In his haste, Peter made a straight-man move.
I saw him push away Mary Jane's hand, pointing in the opposite direction and shouting.
"Jane! You go home quickly! Your mom is calling you back for dinner!"
Mary Jane was dumbfounded.
She stared blankly at Peter, her face full of disbelief.
What kind of ghost reason was this?!
It's nine o'clock at night!
Whose mother would call her daughter back for dinner at this time?!
Furthermore, encountering a terrorist attack, as a man, shouldn't he pull his girlfriend to run together, or protect her?!
He actually let her go home alone?!
"Peter Parker! Are you an idiot?!"
Mary Jane was trembling all over with anger, her eye sockets even turning red.
"I will never date you again!"
Finished speaking, Mary Jane turned and ran, mixing into the fleeing crowd.
"Mary! Wait a minute! I didn't mean that!"
Peter stretched out his hand wanting to make her stay, but Mary Jane had already run far away.
Peter painfully held his head, with a look of annoyance.
Damn it! What on earth am I doing!
But now there was no time at all for him to chase his girlfriend.
Overhead, Green Goblin threw down another bomb, blowing off a fire hydrant on the roadside, the water pillar spraying very high.
"With great power comes great responsibility."
Peter took a deep breath, suppressing the frustration in his heart.
Taking advantage of no one paying attention, he quickly ran into a dark alley without streetlights.
Following that, he unzipped the backpack, inside which was that set of red and blue Spider-Man suit he hand-sewed himself.
Although this suit looked a bit cheap, the webbing on the mask was also a bit crooked.
But this didn't affect him saving the World.
Peter quickly took off his shirt and trousers, slipping the Spider-Man suit onto his body.
Finally, he put the mask on his head.
"Alright, bad guys of New York, your friendly neighborhood is here."
Chapter 141 Too Slow! Too Slow!
Peter flipped his wrist and shot out a strand of webbing that stuck to the wall of a nearby building.
Following that, he gave a hard pull, and his body instantly flew out of the alley.
High in the air, Peter relied on the tension of the webbing to agilely swing between the buildings.
He stared intently at the Green Goblin, who was wreaking wanton destruction ahead, and shouted loudly,
"Hey! That green-skinned freak on a skateboard!"
"Did you pay parking fees for your skateboard?!"
Hearing the familiar voice, the Green Goblin standing on the flying glider suddenly turned his head back.
"It's you again, you damned bug!"
The Green Goblin cursed through gritted teeth.
This wasn't the first time the two of them had met.
Ever since Peter started fighting crime on the streets of New York, the Green Goblin had become an old acquaintance of his.
The two had fought each other in various clashes several times, and neither could do anything to the other.
"How many times do I have to say it? I'm a spider, not a bug!"
Peter did a backflip in mid-air and landed steadily on a roadside lamppost.
He squatted there, spreading his hands helplessly.
"Pal, shouldn't you be at home watching a talk show late at night instead of running out to blow up the streets?"
"Do you know how much taxpayers' money it costs the New York City Hall to repair a road? Although I haven't started paying taxes yet, it still hurts my heart to watch!"
"Shut your stinking mouth!" roared the Green Goblin, controlling his glider to turn around and face Peter directly.
"Tonight, I'm going to pull out your tongue and burn your pajamas into ashes together!"
As soon as the words fell, the Green Goblin pressed the control button of the flying glider.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The micro-machine guns at the front of the glider instantly opened fire, and dense bullets swept towards Peter like raindrops.
"Whoa! This greeting style is truly as explosive as ever!"
Peter's Spider-Sense went wild with alarms.
He also kicked off with both legs and leaped high.
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
The poor lamppost was riddled with holes like a hornet's nest, sparks flew everywhere, and it finally collapsed with a boom.
While Peter was in mid-air, his hands crossed rapidly, and two tough strands of webbing shot towards the Green Goblin's glider.
"Get down here, Loki!" Peter pulled back hard with both hands.
"In your dreams!"
The Green Goblin sneered.
He was a well-equipped person, how could he possibly suffer a loss from the same trick twice?
The thruster at the tail of the glider spewed out a dazzling blue flame, and the powerful thrust offset Peter's pulling force.
Following that, the Green Goblin pulled a pumpkin bomb from his waist and threw it towards Peter.
"Taste the flavor of pumpkin pie, little spider!"
Seeing the flying pumpkin bomb, Peter felt his scalp tingle.
He had personally experienced the power of this thing.
This thing exploding was even more fatal than being fired by a boss.
"Oh, for God's sake, I don't like eating pumpkins!"
Peter quickly released the webbing.
His body twisted at an angle in mid-air and lunged toward the glass curtain wall of the nearby building.
Boom!!
The pumpkin bomb detonated with a bang less than two meters away from Peter!
The deafening roar echoed through the street, and the blinding fire and intense air wave swept outward.
"Ah!"
Although Peter dodged the center of the explosion, the powerful impact still blew him away fiercely.
Helplessly, he crashed into the wall of the building, then slid down the wall and fell heavily onto a trash can.
Clang!
The trash can was smashed inward, and the garbage inside flew all over Peter.
"Cough cough... What the hell, the smell here is even worse than the farting of Mr. Happy."
Holding his chest, Peter crawled up miserably from the garbage pile.
The battle suit must stink now, and he'll have to wash it again when he gets home.
What's worse, when he looked down, his heart instantly turned half cold.
This battle suit was something he had managed to buy fabric for with his pocket money and sewn together after staying up for several nights.
But now, a huge tear had actually been ripped open by the blast wave of the bomb!
On the side of his thighs and the buttocks area, a large chunk of the fabric was burned away, revealing a pair of underwear printed with SpongeBob SquarePants patterns.
Peter gasped a breath of cold air.
"Fack! My battle suit! This fabric cost me a full fifty U.S. dollars!"
Peter was on the verge of tears.
While reaching out to cover his drafty buttocks, he wailed in his heart.
Tonight was truly down-right unlucky!
First, because he didn't know how to speak properly, he pissed off his beloved girlfriend by saying "your mom told you to go home for dinner", leaving him not even a chance to make her stay.
Now coming out to fight a criminal, he even managed to get his only battle suit broken.
He didn't even dare to think.
If tomorrow's front page headline of the Daily Bugle published a photo of "Spider-Man Fighting the Green Goblin Wearing SpongeBob Underwear".
Could he still survive in New York?
Fack!
Had he known earlier, he would have agreed to Mr. Luka's request to pay him a salary.
Now it was great, he had to buy a new one again.
That's right.
When Luka said he would pay Peter the first batch of salaries from the Justice League, Peter politely declined on the grounds that these were things he ought to do.
And he expressed that with great power comes great responsibility, and superheroes should not bow down for money.
"Hahahaha! Look at your comical appearance right now!"
High in the air, the Green Goblin stepped on his glider and slowly descended, stopping less than ten meters away from Peter.
Seeing Peter's disheveled look, he burst into unbridled, wild laughter.
"Is this the so-called superhero? Dressing like this to come out and save the World? Are you performing a comedy?!"
The Green Goblin took out another pumpkin bomb again and tossed it in his hand, his eyes full of bantering and cruelty.
"Game over, little bug. You won't see tomorrow's Sun."
Peter didn't give up either, searching for a chance to counterattack.
Defeating the Green Goblin was quite simple, but how to defeat him without causing more destruction to the surroundings was the most important thing.
Just at this critical juncture,
in a corner in the distance of the street, stood a young man wearing a silver sportswear and holding a hot dog in his hand.
This was precisely Pietro.
Tonight, Pietro originally felt that the apartment was too stuffy, so he sneaked out for a walk.
He really couldn't stand Luka that capitalist ordering people around in the apartment all day, and even less could he stand his sister Wanda's infatuated eyes when looking at Luka.
Thus he bought a hot dog, preparing to stroll around the streets of New York.
As a result, as soon as he walked to this street, he heard the sound of an explosion.
As a person possessing Super Speed, watching the commotion was his instinct.
In one second he ran to the scene, and then he saw the arrogant Green Goblin, as well as Peter Parker lying in the garbage pile holding his buttocks.
"Isn't this Peter?"
Pietro took a bite of the hot dog and began to watch with relish.
"This guy is too miserable. It's one thing for his battle suit to be broken, but he's actually wearing SpongeBob underwear? Good grief, his taste is as hopeless as his financial resources."
But seeing the Green Goblin in mid-air preparing to deliver a fatal blow, Pietro's brows furrowed slightly.
Although he usually didn't find Peter very pleasing to the eye, feeling that this kid was too honest and dull,
no matter what, Peter was also a member of the Justice League, and everyone was making a living under the same roof.
If Peter were to be blown to death on the street by an ugly freak stepping on a green glider,
then where would the face of the Justice League go?
Where would his, Pietro's, face go?
If that pervert Luka found out, he might find an excuse to dock his salary.
Even though he currently had no salary at all, and was entirely repaying that one billion debt.
"Forget it, considering that everyone is a working stiff, let's help him out."
Pietro swallowed the hot dog and casually threw the wrapper into the nearby trash can.
Following that, he stretched his neck and smiled faintly.
"Hey, green-skinned freak, your movements are too slow."
Pietro said in a low voice, and then his eyes instantly became focused.
Super Speed, activate!
In Pietro's eyes, time seemed to slow down.
The dust floating in mid-air stalled; the flashing lights of the police cars in the distance froze; the Green Goblin's arrogant smiling face was fixed at a comical angle.
Even the pumpkin bomb flying toward Peter
looked to Pietro like a snail crawling slowly in mid-air.
"Too slow, really too slow."