A person's desire for control can be limitless.
There's no shortage of such people in high-level American leadership.
They've barely helped you fight off the aliens, and now they can't wait to thoroughly brainwash each Avenger, add tracking systems to them, just to ensure these beings who look like they could destroy worlds become the most useful human weapons.
Or perhaps, dissect the Avengers and, like the Chitauri, turn them into mass-produced biochemical soldiers.
After all, capitalism hates anything that's uncontrollable. It loves mass production and anything that brings in tons of profit.
If it weren't for the tiny bit of reverence they still held for the name Thor, and a certain fear of Tony, who represents the military-industrial complex, they probably would've already done this.
In fact, behind Nick Fury's back, they've already started a project called the Suicide Squad. They control criminals captured by Batman and other superheroes and send them on various insane secret missions.
Both Nick and Atreus know that these American officials are at least somewhat sensible.
The truly terrifying ones are the politicians who spew nonsense. In so-called direct elections, only the most gimmicky politicians attract uneducated voters.
Take those who scream that environmental protection is above all else, for example, demanding the dismantling of all coal and nuclear power plants.
And then what?
Clean energy can't fill the massive gap in power needs for homes and businesses. What happens then?
They might as well say, "If we can do everything, why do we need you officials at all?"
They're classic "ignore the facts, I want my ideals" fantasists.
Anyway, the ones who suffer are the innocent civilians and the soldiers who act as cannon fodder. When it's time for a nation or people to be destroyed, these guys will flee faster than anyone else. If they can't escape, they'll be the first to surrender!
Atreus knew all this well, which is why he refused to join the Avengers.
For now, his strength isn't enough to make the American government wary, so he's lying low. Once he defeats Ares, the god of war, then he'll be free to do as he pleases without worrying about the U.S. authorities.
Atreus returned to his villa on a remote island, feeling much more comfortable.
But...
Ever since he got off the new fighter jet and glimpsed those noble Amazon relatives, Selina had been giving him the cold shoulder.
"Jealous?"
"No. Why would I dare to be jealous?" Selina turned her head, arms crossed, and walked straight towards the motorboat, clearly intending to leave.
But just as the fleeing kitty had her paw grabbed, she let out an immediate "hissss" of warning!
Cats, especially those who haven't graduated from Cat Virtue Academy, are notoriously difficult to tame.
Some people treat cats like masters, while others pick up a 20cm cat toy.
The moment the cat sees the toy, its body turns limp with fear.
Just when it tried to flee, it was caught by the scruff of its neck.
Cats always calm down when grabbed by the neck.
"Actually, I love cats. Cats hold a special place in my heart."
Atreus reached down and pulled Selina's dress up, revealing her bare ass. He couldn't help but let out a low growl as he looked at it, and Selina couldn't help but meow in response. Atreus couldn't help but feel himself getting even harder as he thought about taking her from behind, right up against the window for all to see.
Atreus picked Selina up and carried her over to the bed, laying her down on her back. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as he looked down at her, her curves on display and her pussy glistening with desire. Atreus couldn't help but feel himself getting even harder as he thought about all the things he was going to do to her.
Atreus began to kiss Selina deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he reached down and began to stroke her pussy. Selina let out a low moan as she felt Atreus' fingers on her, and Atreus couldn't help but feel himself getting even harder as he felt her wetness.
Atreus couldn't take it any longer and positioned himself at Selina's entrance. He thrust himself inside of her, causing Selina to let out a loud moan as she felt him filling her up. Atreus couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he began to thrust in and out of her, his balls slapping against her ass.
Selina couldn't help but feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm as Atreus continued to thrust in and out of her. She reached down and began to stroke her clit, causing herself to moan even louder as she felt herself getting closer and closer.
Atreus couldn't take it any longer and felt himself getting ready to cum. He pulled out of Selina and shot his load all over her stomach and breasts. Selina couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she looked at Atreus' cum covering her body.
And so, the cat's long, drawn-out meowing continued throughout the night in the hangar.
By morning, the kitty, seemingly limping, awkwardly boarded Atreus 's private helicopter.
Through the glass window, the cat mouthed menacingly, "You... bastard..."
Atreus picked up the radio: "Captain Andrew, hold on for a moment. Miss Kyle and I still have some 'important' matters to discuss."
"Understood, sir."
Selina's eyes widened, her fierce expression vanishing as she clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture.
Atreus waved his hand, signaling for takeoff.
But as soon as they were airborne, she flipped him off.
And then... the helicopter came back.
This time, it was three hours late returning to Gotham.
The warm midday sun shone on the island. Through the giant floor-to-ceiling windows, sunlight poured into the room. Atreus only needed to turn his head slightly to spot Helen standing at the side, her legs trembling.
Under Atreus 's gaze, she struggled to remain steady.
"What's the matter? I'm not going to eat you."
"Uh..." Greece's number one beauty shivered but said nothing.
Sigh, he was only demonstrating what it means to have the physical capacity to do whatever he pleases—was there any need to be so scared?
At that moment, the Canary Sisters, having just helped as supporters, also walked over with awkward steps.
Atreus glanced at the flushed sisters and then shifted his attention elsewhere.
First, there was the mess in New York—half of Manhattan was nearly flattened, which naturally caused stock prices to plummet.
This time, Atreus didn't play sniper, nor did he make any secret moves.
Sniping at the Osborne Group? Forget it. Even though exploiting a national disaster during an alien invasion to make a fortune wouldn't weigh on Atreus 's conscience, getting caught would be a headache.
It's possible to do it, but not necessary.
Atreus didn't lose interest in his new pursuits; instead, he made sure Catwoman was completely tamed. A major reason for this was discovering the name Maya Hansen.
This woman, once Tony's confidante (for one night only), was about to cause him serious trouble, almost costing him his life.
Honestly, from the moment Atreus reincarnated into this body, it was destined that he and Tony would be kindred spirits.
Both are playboys—no need for anyone to look down on the other or take the moral high ground.
The difference is, Atreus is "I want it all," while Tony just goes for one-night stands.
Before Pepper, Tony was the textbook definition of "love 'em and leave 'em".
That kind of lifestyle was bound to make Tony pay a price.
Atreus had no interest in meddling with Tony's nth ex-girlfriend's revenge plot.
But considering that this disaster also involved the U.S. President, Atreus didn't mind doing Kratos a favor and earning some goodwill from the President.
Even though the White House was looking for Kratos and not Atreus , saving the President might still get Kratos a presidential pardon, even if he committed 34 federal crimes and was facing 136 years in prison.
As for whether a district attorney in New York might try to prosecute Atreus ...
What a joke!
In New York State, who would dare to go after the heir to the Wayne family?
They'd be out of a job before they even started the process.
Feeling that his plan was perfect, Atreus happily ordered loads of popcorn and soda, ready to sit in the front row and enjoy the drama.
At that moment, Tony, completely unaware of the impending disaster, was busy working on the development of the Mark 42 Iron Man suit.