While enjoying Isane's meticulous service, Su Modie's mind was not idle.
After calculating the matters on Fisk's side in her heart, her thoughts drifted to another name—
Adrian Toomes.
It might sound a bit unfamiliar, but he also had a more resounding title: "Vulture."
MCU Vulture (He's actually quite handsome; I think he's cooler than Falcon. Those big wings... it's just that he's a bit weak...)
That's right, yet another future experience pack and arch-nemesis for Spidey.
At the same time, this fellow was also one of the core members of the famous "Sinister Six."
Of course, as everyone knows, it's called the Six, but it's actually normal to have over a dozen or even dozens of members, right?
This guy's current situation could be described in one word—miserable.
He was directly bankrupted by a shameless combination of punches from the Disaster Control Bureau and the U.S. government. His hundred or so brothers were waiting to eat, but he couldn't even pay out a single cent in wages.
It was precisely because he was forced into a dead end that he would later settle this score with Tony Stark, subsequently stealing a large amount of Chitauri wreckage and Stark technology, turning himself into a supervillain purely by scavenging.
Honestly, this really couldn't be blamed on Tony.
The government signed the contract with the salvage company, and it was also the government that kicked them out later. Tony had no idea about this mess; he was just a heartless ATM, and yet he was inexplicably hated for it—he was truly a scapegoat.
As for the Vulture himself, it was actually quite sigh-inducing.
Before his descent into darkness, Toomes was definitely a rare good man.
He was a classic middle-class white male with a well-behaved daughter at home—the future object of Spidey's crush. He even had a decent attitude at first toward Peter, the pursuer who came to "dig up his little cabbage."
One could only say he was a typical case of an honest man forced into a dead end by this shitty society.
Comic Vulture (Purely a bald pervert in a bodysuit, looking like a villain; you'd think he was about to rape Spider-Man, but his character setting is actually an honest man).
However, Su Modie had always been a pragmatist.
She didn't mind collaborating with so-called supervillains at all.
Fisk was an example—of course, if Makima knocking on their door and beating them up first counted as collaboration...
After all... in terms of being perverted or evil, who could compete with the group of villainesses she was keeping in her nest?
What's more, Toomes wasn't bad at heart; he was just an honest man driven to desperation.
Giving him a hand at a time like this, providing help when it's most needed...
...would definitely reap immeasurable loyalty and high-value returns. Plus, he had a wife, a daughter, an endless mortgage, and a bunch of low-level brothers behind him waiting for their wages to eat...
This was simply a nuclear-powered scientific research workhorse!
The cost-performance ratio was ridiculously high!
Not to mention... hidden within Toomes' current unassuming salvage team were two other supervillains who would later become famous in the underworld.
Buy one, get two free—how could she possibly refuse?
One could only say that New York was truly a land of hidden talents; even a junk collection company was a den of crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
Although none of them were World-destroying powerhouses, they were cheap.
After all, things were different now; Su Modie and the others weren't short on money.
After Fisk went legit, he did cause a huge profit deficit in a short time by actively cutting off illicit underground businesses like gambling and drugs. However, this gap was almost instantly filled by the terrifyingly high profits of post-war real estate.
The current United Allied Construction Company even had a large surplus of operating funds on its books.
Of course, all of this was thanks to the generous support of our "wealthy tycoon" Tony Stark and the foundation he created.
Su Modie tilted her small face up, the corners of her mouth curling into a determined, confident arc.
Since the Disaster Control Bureau and Stark Industries looked down on these low-level commoners, she would gladly take them all.
Spending a little money to bring future villainous tech giants entirely into her own camp...
Why wouldn't she do such a deal that achieves great things with little money?
"Jie jie jie jie..."
The more Su Modie thought about it, the better she felt, and she couldn't help but let out a villainous laugh.
However, the next second.
Splat.
A bewildered Isane had already squeezed a large glob of face cream into her palm, spread it evenly, and then smeared it onto Su Modie's face.
Her hands rubbed and kneaded Su Modie's chubby little face, forcefully stuffing that string of chuunibyou-like strange laughter back into her stomach.
"Mmph mmph mmph—!" Su Modie waved her small hands in impotent rage.
Although Isane didn't understand why her master would suddenly let out a strange laugh while washing her face, she had gradually gotten used to it.
Looking at Su Modie, whose cheeks were soft from her kneading and who was repeatedly making muffled protests, a smile couldn't help but appear at the corners of Isane's mouth.
Although My Lord is occasionally a bit strange, no matter how you look at it... she's still so cute. I feel completely healed~
Anyway... no time like the present.
While Su Modie was still enjoying the warmth and playfulness of her morning routine...
...on the other side, Wilson Fisk, who had just taken office as the Mayor of New York City a few days ago, was preparing to summon three people in a reception room at City Hall under Makima's instructions.
Through the gaps in the blinds...
...three middle-aged men in ill-fitting, cheap suits could be seen sitting on high-end leather sofas, looking exceptionally restless.
Seeing these three, a sharp glint flashed in Fisk's eyes.
These were exactly the targets Makima had personally named for him to meet.
Although Fisk didn't quite understand why he had to meet three bankrupt low-level contractors while being so busy, he knew—whatever Makima decides is correct.
This was Fisk's current creed in life.
"Those damn politicians are just playing us for fools!"
A man with messy curly hair who looked like a paranoid pushed up his glasses irritably while cursing in a low voice.
"We went bankrupt buying those heavy machines, and the brothers worked day and night. Then those dog-shit bastards at the Disaster Control Bureau issued a formal notice and kicked us out! They didn't even give us a single cent in liquidated damages!"
"What kind of logic is that?!"
"Shh—keep your voice down, Mason! This is City Hall!"
The Black man beside him nervously shrank his neck, grabbed Mason's sleeve, swallowed hard, and prayed in a low voice.
"At least... at least this new mayor is willing to meet us privately. Mayor Fisk looks like a good man on TV who's willing to stand up for the common people. Maybe he'll be a bit merciful and give us back the contract?"
"Mercy? You actually expect mercy from those politicians with shit for brains?" Mason sneered, his face full of disdain.
Adrian Toomes, sitting between the two, did not join the argument. He simply covered his face with his hands in pain, rubbing his head—which was losing hair rapidly due to excessive anxiety—as his whole being radiated an aura of despair on the brink of collapse.
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