"No." Lynt turned around and pinched her upturned nose. "I am a capitalist."
And capital is the most powerful devil in this World.
The next day, 9:45 AM.
At the reception desk of Apex Amplification Company.
The newly appointed receptionist, a blonde sweetheart named Betty, was nervously looking at the group of uninvited guests.
She clutched an emergency call button for security tightly in her hand, but her mind was blank, and she completely forgot how to press it.
It was terrifying.
This was Betty's only thought.
Leading the group was a man in a long black trench coat, whose aura was so powerful it was suffocating.
He just stood there, and it felt as if all the metal in the entire space was faintly humming.
Behind him was a burly man, built unlike a human, wearing a visibly ill-fitting, cheap suit, with buttons stretched tight by his muscles, a hideous scar on his face, and an expression that screamed, "I'm very unhappy, and I want to kill someone."
Next to the burly man was a scrawny, shifty-looking man whose tongue would occasionally dart out like a snake, curiously surveying everything in the office with his slimy eyes.
And there was an even stranger one, reeking of sulfur, with reddish skin and a pointed tail trailing behind him... How could these be business partners here for a meeting?
This was clearly a delegation of devils from hell!
"Pl-please... do you have an appointment?"
Betty asked in a trembling voice, feeling like she was about to cry any second.
"We're here for Lynt."
Magneto, Erik Lehnsherr, spoke coldly.
He had actually listened to Lynt's nonsense and worn a somewhat formal outfit, but the aura of a king dominating the World was something no designer suit could hide.
Sabretooth Victor, behind him, looked extremely impatient.
"Boss, why bother talking to her? Can't we just go straight in?"
Victor bared his fangs like a Beast, scaring Betty so much she almost fainted on the spot.
Just then, the CEO's office door opened.
Lynt walked out, an impeccable business smile on his face.
"Mr. Erik, welcome."
He ignored Sabretooth's fierce glare and Toad Man's curious baby-like expression, extending his hand directly to Magneto.
"And to all of you, welcome to the Apex Amplification family."
Magneto looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, but then shook it.
"I hope you can give me a satisfactory explanation today."
"Of course, please come into the conference room. Tea and coffee are already prepared."
Lynt stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter, then smiled gently at the petrified receptionist, Betty.
"Betty, these are our new colleagues from the company's newly established 'Strategic Armament and Risk Avoidance Department.' From now on, we're all family."
Family?
Betty looked at the group of colleagues, who in no way looked like good people, and felt her Worldview being violently shaken.
What exactly does our company… do?
In the conference room.
A well-crafted PPT was displayed on the large projection screen.
The title was: "Apex Amplification Company Security Department Employee Handbook (Trial Version)."
Lynt stood in front of the screen, holding a laser pointer, like a true corporate executive.
"First, welcome to all of you."
He cleared his throat and began his brainwashing speech.
"I know that everyone here is an elite talent with extraordinary skills.
But in the past, your power was not properly utilized and planned, leading to a failure to maximize its value.
Starting today, everything will change."
He pressed the remote control, and the PPT advanced to the next page.
It showed a clear organizational chart.
"Mr. Erik, as the strategic chief consultant of this department, you will primarily be responsible for setting the department's long-term strategic goals and will have the final veto power over major operations.
This position comes with an annual salary of five million U.S. dollars, plus five percent of the company's dry shares dividend."
Magneto raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
Money held little meaning for him, but the term "dry shares dividend" piqued a subtle interest.
"Ms. Raven Darkholme,"
Lynt looked at Raven beside him, a smile in his eyes.
"Will serve as the department's executive director, responsible for daily management, task assignment, and performance evaluation, reporting directly to me. The annual salary is three million, with a three percent dividend."
Raven nodded cooperatively, exuding a queenly demeanor.
She enjoyed this feeling, of being above her former colleagues in a new, more advanced way.
"As for the rest of you,"
Lynt's laser pointer swept across Sabretooth, Toad Man, Red Devil, and the others.
"You will become the first batch of senior specialists in this department. Each of you will receive a formal employment contract."
As he spoke, he motioned to Raven beside him to distribute a thick stack of contracts.
Sabretooth Victor took the contract, didn't even bother to look at it, and was about to tear it up directly.
"Wait."
Lynt's voice rang out.
"Mr. Victor, I suggest you take a look at the compensation page.
Your position is Senior Armed Specialist, with a base monthly salary of thirty thousand U.S. dollars. For each mission, depending on the risk level, there will be bonuses ranging from fifty thousand to two hundred thousand U.S. dollars.
Additionally, the company will pay for the best medical insurance for you, including full dental coverage."
He deliberately emphasized "full dental coverage."
Victor's action of tearing the contract stopped.
He subconsciously licked his Beast-like teeth; years of fighting had caused severe wear and tear on them.
Although he could heal, that kind of soreness... Thirty thousand a month? And hundreds of thousands in bonuses for missions? Even dental care?
His wild-dominated brain, for the first time, began to seriously consider the meaning of the word "work."
"Then... what about me?"
Toad Man Todd eagerly raised his hand and asked.
"Mr. Todd, your position is Senior Infiltration and Reconnaissance Specialist. Considering your special talents, your mission bonus coefficient will be increased by ten percent.
Additionally, the company cafeteria can provide you with customized insect protein nutritional meals."
Toad Man's eyes lit up.
"Mr. Red Devil, Senior Tactical Transfer and Spatial Support Specialist. Your teleportation ability has immense value in logistics and surprise attacks. The company will equip you with the highest-grade positioning equipment and provide additional technical support subsidies for spatial stability."
Red Devil nodded, seemingly quite satisfied.
Lynt introduced everyone's positions and benefits, each one precisely hitting a specific need of theirs.
It was either money, logistical support, or some pain point they couldn't solve themselves.
This was the essence of modern corporate management—demand-oriented, precise incentives.
"Of course, with rights come obligations."
Lynt's tone shifted, and the PPT turned to the next page, filled with dense rules and regulations.