Chapter 5 - Ch: 134-140

Chapter 134 Your hammer is very good, it is mine now

In the dream vision, Thor saw his one-eyed father, Odin, right before him.

He walked over, covered in wounds himself. After reaching Odin, he knelt down powerlessly.

"Father, I cannot defeat them. I don't have mjolnir. I can't do it!"

Odin was as old as ever, but without his usual sternness and harshness. Instead, he had a slight smile and a hint of mockery on his face.

"Is that so? Thor, are you the God of Hammers? Hmm?"

Thor panted heavily, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness. He was accustomed to relying on his hammer; without a convenient weapon, he couldn't use lightning at all.

Without divine power, he naturally couldn't feel the call of thunder.

"That hammer wasn't originally a weapon exclusive to thunder. It was just to teach you to control your power!

To make you more focused. It is not the source of your power.

The source of your power is here!"

Odin pointed to his heart, and in Thor's bewildered gaze, he transformed into a golden light and dissipated.

"No! No, no, no! Father! Ah!"

Thor, who was severely wounded and on the verge of death, suddenly opened his eyes, countless bolts of lightning dancing at his fingertips.

The lightning in the sky also seemed to be drawn to him, and he automatically floated into the air.

As a lightning serpent struck down, Thor, who was originally wearing casual clothes, changed back into his classic combat armor.

The Destroyer Armor attacked proactively, its scorching beams making the air unbearably hot.

Thor raised his hand to block the beams; thousands of degrees of high temperature could not harm him.

This was not ignoring it, but enduring it for a period of time with his extremely strong physical constitution.

Bang!

A lightning-infused fist slammed down, hitting the armor's head hard and denting it.

This sudden turn of events made Fury, who was nearby, afraid to approach. The lightning in the area became even more violent.

The entire town was also blasted into a huge crater under the roar of the raging thunder. The power of Thorwas terrifying!

"This!"

Coulson's mind was a bit muddled. What was happening?

Why was this happening?

Are you kidding me!

"Ding, slacking off time met, serum evolution complete."

Steve felt an inexhaustible power within his body; the serum had perfectly integrated into his cells.

Flesh, meridians, bones, tempered by lightning, completed their sublimation and transformation under the baptism of nature's most violent power.

This level of strength had far surpassed humanity, officially advancing from the mortal class to a higher level.

"Triggering quest: The Redemption of Asgard."

"The Redemption of Asgard: Defeat the Destroyer Armor, and withstand the onslaught of Thunder God Thor for ten minutes.

Reward: Destroyer Armor as raw material to upgrade combat suit."

Hmm?

A quest!

Now Steve wasn't sleepy anymore!

Accompanied by a flash of lightning, he leaped a hundred meters into the air. Steve swung mjolnir, increasing its power by rotating it.

Clang!

The Destroyer Armor, which had been beaten back, was directly struck by his hammer, causing its energy to dissipate. After losing energy, the armor became dim and fell into slumber, kneeling on one knee.

Thor looked at Steve with ill intent, especially since the other party was holding his exclusive weapon, which made him very displeased.

"Steve, I consider you a friend. Give me back my weapon!"

"No, this hammer is very good, but now it's mine."

Steve refused to hand over Mjolnir. What a joke! With this hammer, he could go wherever he wanted!

No need to rely on armor; he could fly with the hammer!

He had a shield, but lacked a weapon, and now the hammer was perfect!

"You're asking for death! How dare you steal my weapon! I'll show you what true power is!"

The enraged Thor, carrying extreme lightning pressure, instantly appeared before Steve, striking out with a lightning-enchanted fist.

Steve raised his shield to block, and even with his enhanced and transformed physique, he felt a faint pressure.

"Is this the fully awakened Thor? Even Hulk is no match! A little interesting!"

The stronger the enemy, the more he could let loose.

The two exchanged blows, and even after a brief fistfight, Steve felt a tingling numbness.

However, his body's recovery ability also became extremely powerful; within a single breath, the blunt force damage from the impact was repaired.

"Activate Selfish Mode!"

Lifesteal Aura and Evil Aura were fully activated, working on himself with double effect.

The health bar template was used in combat; each time, he could see his health drop a bit after clashing with Thor.

But it quickly recovered, and occasionally, when hit with full force by the enraged Thor, he only lost a large segment of his health bar.

However, his attacks on Thor, with the Lifesteal Aura, converted the damage into health feedback for himself.

This was also why Steve could go toe-to-toe with peak Thor, fighting with all his might only resulted in a stalemate.

It was hard to imagine what the outcome would be if the other party possessed Stormbreaker!

With every punch exchanged, the dissipated energy plowed the ground.

This level of clash, even the unconscious aftershocks, would cause extremely terrifying destruction!

This is also why strong individuals prefer to use their fists, feet, and cold weapons. When they are this powerful, their own fists and feet are more exaggerated in power than self-propelled artillery.

What need is there for planes and tanks?

They themselves are planes and tanks!

The Warriors Three were helped away from the battlefield, and Sif was also speechless, awestruck by Captain America's formidable combat power.

In her perception, Thor was Asgard's strongest warrior, brave in battle, powerful, and skilled in combat. It was impossible for anyone to go toe-to-toe with him.

Even if there were, they would be famous powerhouses in the Universe.

How could there be someone on this inconspicuous low-level civilization Planet who could fight Thor to a standstill!

This is not scientific!

No!

This is not metaphysics!

Polaris was also at the edge of the battlefield, her eyes sparkling with brilliance.

A wife is proud of her husband; the more capable and powerful the husband, the more his wife benefits!

Captain's wife! It sounds delightful!

Spider-Man, Charles, and Magneto, who arrived, all fell silent at the sight. They hadn't expected such a powerful enemy!

Had alien civilization become this terrifying?

Spider-Man pondered that if he were to join the battle, he would probably be knocked out in a few seconds!

Although he was strong enough to deal with super soldiers, fighting the legendary Thor would be a bit overestimating himself!

Fury's eyelids twitched, especially when the nearby hillside was shattered by the two's power, making his dark face even darker.

Too terrifying!

Was the original Dr. Erskine's version of the serum really that strong?

Not only did it have no side effects, but it could also cure the host's various diseases!

Perhaps the most important point, which everyone had not realized, was the potential for the serum's evolution!

What did this represent? What did it mean?

This was the direction of evolution!

Terrifying!

If this information spread, many people would probably go crazy! They would stop at nothing to get Steve's blood, wanting to unlock this secret!

"I wonder if Danvers can win if she comes?"

Fury was somewhat silent; his trump cards seemed to be insufficient.

A hand of four twos, but the opponent had a double king bomb!

F*ck you!

How do you fight this? What the hell do you fight!

The earth-shattering battle lasted for ten minutes, and the enraged Thor received a message from Heimdall.

"Thor, Loki is using the Bifrost Bridge to bombard Jotunheim (the Frost Giant realm). The Queen needs you to return quickly to stop him."

"What!"

Although Thor was angry about his hammer being stolen, he knew the power of the Bifrost Bridge. Once activated, given enough time, it could shatter an entire Planet!

"Send us back, Sif, you stay here and keep an eye on him! I'll be back after I've dealt with things. This guy dared to steal my weapon; this isn't over!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Although Sif was not very willing to stay, obeying orders was her duty.

Looking up again, Thor and the others had already been teleported back to Asgard by Heimdall using the Bifrost Bridge's backup function.

She looked at Captain America with ill intent, thinking that although the man before her was handsome and strong, not inferior to His Highness Thor.

He was also the type of physique she liked, but since he was an enemy, she couldn't treat him kindly!

If it were anyone else, she would have forcibly detained him. But Captain America had a good impression aura, and he had proven his ability. After a moment of thought, she decided to negotiate first.

Steve also observed the female warrior before him. She was tall and athletic, with a delicate face, wearing warrior armor and holding a spear, exuding the heroic spirit of a medieval knight.

Her face was delicate, her eyes held both curiosity and hostility, her red lips slightly pursed; she possessed both the masculine strength of a warrior and the feminine charm of a woman, a perfect combination.

"I am Sif, the Deputy Commander of Asgard's First Legion. You are illegally possessing an Asgardian weapon. Please return it to me, thank you."

Steve had a mischievous idea. Don't let a good girl go, but wooing a girl also requires skill.

He inverted the hammer and handed it to her, saying with a smile.

"Alright, as long as you can lift it, I'll give it back to you.

If you can't lift it, you can stay as my guest and listen to a story."

"Who are you looking down on!"

Sif was also angered. How could she not be able to lift the hammer? She had lifted it before; it was just very heavy.

Bang!

As Sif took the hammer, its ten-thousand-pound weight caught her off guard, causing her to do a front flip.

She was about to adjust her posture for a perfect landing.

But Steve caught her in a princess carry, which was a bit awkward and intimate.

"I told you you couldn't lift it. Alright, let's get to know each other. My name is Steve. May I know the name of the female warrior?"

Sif was even more exasperated now, but she laughed.

"Didn't I say my name is Sif!"

"Alright, Sif, can you listen to me now?"

"Yes, please put me down!"

Sif glared at him angrily. She didn't know why, but looking at his mischievous smile, she couldn't stay angry.

Chapter 135 The female warrior Sif was left behind

Polaris had arrived from a distance; she was wearing metal plates inside her clothing, and her military boots also had steel inserts.

This allowed her magnetic field control ability to influence them, achieving temporary low-altitude flight.

This was also a skill for training her abilities, taught to her by her father, Magneto. Although Old Man was not a good person, abandoning his children,

if there was a real opportunity or discovery, he would still call Polaris to inform her.

Although he had many children, only Polaris inherited his magnetic field control ability, so he showed her more favoritism.

Looking at the female warrior, who was being carried in a princess carry by her husband, Polaris's expression was somewhat excited.

"Miss, you are from Asgard, so your physique must be excellent, right?"

Sif was a bit bewildered by the question, reflexively nodded, her pretty face showing determination and pride.

"Of course, my name is Sif."

"My name is Lorna, and I welcome you to be my sister."

Polaris was overjoyed. She liked Steve very much, she loved Steve very much, so she wanted to make Stevehappy.

But Steve, that tireless stud, was not someone she could handle alone. With Sif here, she could definitely share the burden!

The better the physique, the longer the endurance—perfect!

Sif had no idea she had been unwittingly targeted. Even if Steve didn't act, Polaris would probably start pimping him out.

The two women chattered away to the side. Perhaps it was a woman's nature, or perhaps their personalities clicked, but they quickly became close.

Sif hadn't forgotten her mission; her mind was very clear. Since she couldn't directly seize mjolnir, she would use his wife to influence him through pillow talk to achieve her goal!

From this perspective, Sif's position as Deputy Commander was not based on brute force, but also on wisdom!

On the other side, Iron Man Tony had just rushed over, but the major battle was already over.

"Wait, I just detected very strong energy fluctuations here, why did they disappear?

Huh, Steve, what are you doing with a hammer? Did you switch to being a carpenter?

Haha! If that's true, it would really suit your retirement life."

Clang!

Tony had just finished speaking when he was hit by the hammer. After flying a distance, the hammer automatically returned to Steve's hand.

This scene made Fury and Coulson, who had just arrived, re-evaluate their worldview. What the hell was this?

"Today I got a new weapon, it's a good day.

Let's go, let's go, I'll treat you to dinner.

Huh, Tony, how did you know I got a new weapon!

Look, this is a weapon used by the Goddess of Death and Thor, isn't it cool!

I know you're envious, but it's no use. Different people, different fates. Accept it. I'll treat you to pizza, my treat!"

Steve's expression was very smug, much like a child showing off a new toy to everyone he meets.

This was both amusing and exasperating, leaving people speechless. What could be said?

Nothing at all!

Only intense envy and jealousy remained!

"Then why did you hit me with the hammer!"

Tony demanded indignantly. To hit him with a hammer as soon as he arrived, was that polite?

"Wasn't that to let you witness my new weapon?

Let's go, let's go, time for dinner. Don't mind these details."

Steve finished speaking and left with Tony, arm in arm.

Watching Steve spin the hammer and then fly away,

Tony was also stunned for a moment. What kind of technology was this?

"You want to race, don't you! Don't think you can surpass me!"

Fury's mind was already reeling. Looking at the town that had been leveled, and then at his own lack of any gains,

he turned his gaze to Sif. At least she was an alien.

"Wait, Madam, you are currently on Earth and need to be under our supervision. We welcome visitors from other civilizations.

But having caused this situation, simply leaving might not be appropriate."

Sif's sword-like eyebrows twitched, but she was not intimidated. With unique technology that could translate local languages, she wasn't so clueless as to not understand.

"That was Loki's doing. If you want compensation, you can go to Asgard and find Loki. I'm not involved in this.

Also, are you trying to stop me? Are you preparing to go to war with Asgard?"

Polaris controlled a car to drive over, and the car door opened automatically.

"Director, I need to take her to see the Secretary-General. A conflict with a cosmic civilization needs to be decided by the Secretary-General."

She showed no respect and didn't like the black man either.

All efforts were in vain, and he gained nothing!

Coulson stood silently to the side. If it was dealing with arms dealers or ordinary people, he was quite good at it.

But when it involved alien civilizations, he was helpless.

Just as Sif said, the other party was the Deputy Commander of Asgard's legion. If anything happened to her here,

and the two sides started fighting, he would be the culprit.

One must be capable of doing things, but also understand the situation. If he rashly carried out a mission, that wasn't loyalty, it was foolishness!

"Coulson, you handle things here. I need to go see General Ross.

I thought his previous proposal was unfeasible, but now I think we can discuss it."

Fury had a headache. Captain America was becoming increasingly difficult to control. He used to be somewhat manageable, but now that he had a wife who was the Secretary-General, he even started clocking in for work.

General Ross's previous proposal was to pin the Brooklyn incident on Hulk and portray Abomination as a heroic figure.

And to have Abomination join the Avengers Initiative, forming a league of super-powered individuals.

This plan was rejected by Fury. He didn't want and wasn't willing for the Avengers to have uncontrollable elements.

Abomination was arrogant, violent, and didn't follow orders.

He wasn't a good soldier, but now the situation had changed. An extraterrestrial, whose combat power could easily level a town, was truly terrifying.

Countermeasures must be taken, otherwise, they would be like fish on a chopping block.

--

"The Asgardian redemption mission has been completed."

"Destroyer Armor recovered, suit upgrading, requires twenty-four hours."

At this moment, Steve was in a great mood. Polaris told him she had already taken Sif to see Hill.

It wasn't that Hill was also planning to pimp, but as part of her job as Secretary-General, to guard against supernatural events, and now with the confirmed knowledge of alien civilizations,

some things needed to be recorded and prepared early to gain the initiative.

After all, Steve spent all day slacking off, either slacking or chasing girls.

The real work was all left to his wife. Essentially, he was no different from Tony.

If it weren't for the help of capable wives like Hill, his life and work would definitely be a mess!

"You mean there really are alien civilizations?"

Tony's interest was piqued. He had been researching like crazy lately.

But he still hadn't found a material that could replace metal. His Iron Man Suit was his everything.

Fortunately, he could upgrade it without limits, but now he had reached a bottleneck. He needed to clear his head, and just happened to receive Fury's distress call, so he came out.

"Of course! I'm telling you, that Asgard is very rich! And they have many materials we've never seen before!

Can you believe there's really magic in this World?

No wonder your father often said that the end of science is metaphysics. That statement is indeed true."

Steve deliberately piqued the other party's interest; he loved to watch drama unfold.

"My father said that? He would say that?"

Tony's expression was somewhat skeptical. Even knowing about a miraculous thing like the Tesseract, he still adhered to the spirit of scientific exploration.

Science is science, and science can explain everything known.

Metaphysics is different. It has no theoretical basis, others can't learn it, and it's for charlatans!

Science and metaphysics, it's not a matter of different schools, but rather an irreconcilable opposition!

"Of course. Speaking of which, I'm planning to take a break recently.

There's too much to do, and it seems like things won't get done without me. I'm having such a hard time."

Steve was becoming less and less humble. He used to be modest and cautious.

Now, his true colors were showing!

But with his righteous facade, whatever he did would be considered normal. Unless he used a nuclear bomb to destroy the World, a small flaw was no big deal.

Who stipulated that Captain America couldn't be a bit arrogant? Couldn't boast a little?

"Tsk, stop flattering yourself! I'm also going into seclusion for a while. If there's a chance to go to that Asgard place, remember to call me."

Tony was preoccupied with upgrading his Iron Man Suit. This persistent thought made him lose interest even in finding cover girls for parties.

The next day.

The news reported recent abnormal weather, a thunderstorm that destroyed a town. Fortunately, people were evacuated in time.

Finally, it reminded the public to always pay attention to the weather forecast.

Speaking of weather forecasts, Horn Daily TV had to be mentioned.

Their recent weather forecasts had sky-high ratings.

No other reason.

It was only because the host was a beautiful model, with a low-cut top, short skirt, and high heels, firmly attracting all attention.

Even young people who didn't care about the weather would tune in on time. Sometimes, they would finish watching but couldn't remember what the weather forecast said.

"F*** you! Horn Daily is so shameless!"

"Alright, alright, so this is how you want to play! Then let's go all out!"

"Contact Victoria's Secret supermodels for me, we're going to do a weather forecast too!"

We've only heard of arms races and technology races, but never a model race!

Roxanne was very satisfied with the rising ratings. Many advertisers were coming to them to place ads.

She left all these business negotiations to Jameson. In this area, he was the professional!

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

Brandt, the administrative manager with a short, neat, and capable hairstyle, walked in.

"President, this is the daily report."

"Hmm, I'll have someone send it over to you after I've read it."

Roxanne seemed a bit distracted. The last time she attended a wedding, hiding her identity with a mask, she was the bride.

This was a good thing. After the wedding, they even added a group chat.

During their wedding night, having fought side by side, their relationship had deepened significantly.

However, she had only recently discovered that her other sisters were pregnant, and she still had no news, so she was a little anxious.

"Is there anything else?"

She glanced at Brandt, who hadn't left, and her intuition told her something was up!

Brandt displayed a standard eight-tooth flight attendant smile.

"The interviewee for the new Captain America interview hasn't been decided yet. I'd like to go with you to get an autograph from Captain, may I?"

Chapter 136 Recruiting teammates, Big Ray Domino

A month had passed since the last incident in the small town.

The World seemed to have become a bit calmer, with everyone busy.

Even Black Widow Natasha was swamped, constantly chasing down arms dealers.

Spider-Man was personally approached by Fury, who invited him to join the Avengers.

Spider-Man, who had been a good hero in New York, had long been noticed and targeted. It seemed Fury was a step too slow this time, as Spider-Man had already been recruited by the CIA.

The current Director, Valentina, was very ambitious, having risen to power after the Gorgon incident.

She had seized the opportunity, but whether she could hold onto her position depended on her own abilities.

As a woman who could navigate various forces with deep connections, her true nature was to be skilled in social interactions and adept at handling all situations.

Her quiet recruitment of Spider-Man showed that she had always been active.

Fury, having been rebuffed, was in a foul mood; nothing had gone smoothly for him recently.

He had finally managed to recruit Spider-Man, only for Spider-Man to be snatched away by the CIA.

He wanted to cooperate with General Ross, but General Ross wanted the authority to command the Avengers. So Fury gave up, as there was no room for negotiation.

Originally, General Ross was bound to take responsibility for the incident in Brooklyn where Abomination and Hulk's battle destroyed a street, causing thousands of civilian casualties, property damage, and losses totaling five hundred million.

It was General Ross who led the operation to capture Hulk; if something went wrong, who else would be blamed?

However, Gorgon's downfall implicated countless people, affecting corporations, families, the FBI, the CIA, the Senate, federal departments, and the Military.

Many generals in the Military died, which gave General Ross an opportunity to maneuver.

He not only successfully cleared himself of responsibility but was even promoted a rank, which was also why he dared to speak loudly to Fury.

Your S.H.I.E.L.D. has the Tesseract, does the Military not have other black technologies?

The Military is still a major force, and it can be impolite to anyone.

The good news was that Coulson had previously invited Tony to participate in experiments with the Tesseract. If it could be successfully replicated, combined with the experimental notes left by Howard,

a brand new energy source would emerge, signifying the beginning of infinite energy.

"Don't rush, old friend. The more impatient you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes.

Do you know how we won the Soviet Union during the Cold War?"

Pierce, who had retired to become a consultant, still harbored ambitions. Everything he had painstakingly built was completely usurped by Steve.

This infuriated him, and he even lost his position as Secretary-General.

How could a person who had been a leader choose to be a subordinate?

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to turn the tables and reclaim everything he had lost, with interest!

He had intended to subdue Steve for his own use, but instead, he was outmaneuvered!

F*** you! My Lord, who understands?

"Oh? I'd like to hear more!"

Fury was still very polite to Pierce, not just because they had cooperated well. Pierce was also instrumental in Fury becoming the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. as a Black man.

Without Pierce's help, he might have been picking cotton in a plantation, but becoming Director?

Unlikely!

So Fury had always been grateful to Pierce.

"It's not that we were too strong, but that our opponent was too strong.

We just didn't make mistakes; the Soviet Uniondestroyed itself."

Pierce was an old hand from the Cold War era and understood perfectly what it meant to lie in wait.

Fury listened thoughtfully, then looked up at Pierce, as if he understood something.

"I understand. Then I'll just focus on the current project."

Sometimes, you don't need to do everything perfectly yourself; you just need to wait for your opponent to make a mistake!

--

As for Steve, he was busy recruiting new members!

Recently, a mission to recruit superpowered subordinates had remained uncompleted. In the past month, he was either with his wife or fighting with Sif.

Only Sif could spar with him. His enhanced physique meant a casual blow could send a large truck flying twenty meters high.

This strength already far exceeded that of an ordinary super-soldier; he was completely a walking, humanoid weapon.

Sif, as an alien visitor, officially took up residence, registered with S.H.I.E.L.D. by Hill, and Steve was assigned to host the guest.

This was also a special project; an alien civilization was definitely profitable.

Only Hill had the authority to speak on this, indirectly solidifying her position considerably.

Currently, the goal was to steadily cultivate talent and gradually replace the turncoat senators who had previously defected.

This approach could be perfectly summarized by the four words: peaceful evolution.

Huangshulang Bar Underground Room.

Steve, White Queen, Weasel, Deadpool, and Polariswere all there. They were recruiting new Mutantmembers.

Weasel and Deadpool were very excited, but Polariswas listless.

From her rosy cheeks, the flush extending to her earlobes, it wasn't hard to guess what she had experienced.

White Queen, on the other hand, was fine. Her experience was more mature; if she couldn't win, she'd call for backup, which was much better than stubbornly enduring it herself.

She came purely to accompany her husband. Logically, she should be looking for the Mutants she had screened from the mental amplification device.

Steve held a few photos, with only simple names on them, all of which had been screened.

"Then let's interview the first person."

A strong Black man walked in, with many tattoos on his arms, dressed in a black leather jacket, clearly a thug.

"My name is Xuanxiao, and my ability is to distort magnetic fields. I can make electrical appliances malfunction and also make people feel nauseous and anxious!"

Saying this, he began to activate his ability.

The lights in the Underground Room flickered, dimming and brightening.

Except for Steve, White Queen, and Polaris, Deadpooland Weasel felt headaches and nausea.

"Oh! Damn it, get out of my head!"

Deadpool couldn't help but curse. This ability only made people sick; achieving a head explosion was still very, very difficult.

White Queen was immune to mental attacks, Polariscould distort magnetic fields herself, and Steve simply ignored it.

"According to your resume, you were just released for theft?"

"Yes, last time my ability failed, and I couldn't make the anti-theft device malfunction."

Xuanxiao was a bit embarrassed. Failing to commit a crime and getting caught seemed like a losing point!

"You passed. Go wait outside, we'll discuss your compensation later."

Steve didn't care about the size or power of his ability; as long as he was a Mutant, he'd take him!

"Oh! Thank you so much!"

Next.

Another energetic young man, but he wore a strange collar, like a container to catch saliva.

"Hey, buddy, you look a lot like a band member, a spirited young man!"

Deadpool started complaining again. He was like this; he'd be sarcastic and playful about everything except Captain, but he'd chatter endlessly to Wolverine and the others, often getting beaten up.

Every time he was badly beaten, he'd be bouncing back after a while.

It even left Wolverine speechless. The most exaggerated part was when his steel claws pierced Deadpool's brain, and Deadpool was still fine. He was practically immortal!

"My name is Zagster, and my ability is to spit out vomit with strong acid corrosive properties.

Do you want me to demonstrate by spitting a bit?"

[Zagster: Mutant, with the ability to vomit strong acid.]

"No! No need, we just had lunch. You can wait outside, you passed the interview."

Steve waved his hand, tossed up the photo, and with a flick of his wrist, a throwing knife pinned it to the wall.

"Good thing you didn't let him show his ability, otherwise this place would definitely reek."

Deadpool couldn't help but complain again. That ability sounded disgusting!

"I really want to find a region full of incompetents who are all worse than me.

A bunch of dull idiots, then I could be their Superman!"

Weasel listened beside him, lost in thought. After Deadpool finished speaking, he immediately added,

"Isn't that Canada?"

Deadpool was Canadian!

Hearing this, he immediately bristled! He pointed at Weasel, his tone very agitated.

"You shut your foul, spewing mouth!"

Pfft!

Polaris couldn't help but laugh out loud, making Deadpool quite embarrassed. But this was Captain's wife, and he couldn't afford to offend her.

Because if Captain wanted to, he really could kill him!

Deadpool didn't want to die. Captain had helped him rescue his wife, who was a dancer.

And his wife didn't mind his disfigured face, which looked like it had been chewed by a pug. He now only wanted to live a good life and no longer had thoughts of seeking death.

Next.

This time, it wasn't a man who entered, but a Black woman with an afro.

Not as dark as chocolate, but rather a lighter Black, like a mixed-race person, which made people feel less resistant.

The woman entered and first waved to Steve to greet him, then began her self-introduction.

"My name is Domino, and my ability is that I'm very lucky!"

Domino in front of them was also a big deal; for this alone, she absolutely had to be recruited!

By the way, among Steve's wives and girlfriends, there wasn't a single Black woman. They all had fair skin or healthy tanned skin.

"Lucky? Oh, come on, I'm lucky too! Can that be called a superpower?"

Deadpool chattered on beside them. He was like this, always being a bit mischievous and playful no matter what.

"No, it is."

Deadpool: No!

Domino: It is.

Deadpool: No, it's not!

Domino: No, it is!

The two went back and forth seven or eight times.

Domino's smile grew even brighter, as if she had thought of something amusing.

"No, it is."

"Yes, it is!"

Deadpool realized he had been tricked as soon as he finished speaking and immediately slammed his hand on the table.

"Oh! Damn it, you tricked me!"

An interesting scene; it seemed like Deadpool was careless, but in fact, wasn't this also a kind of luck?

"Domino, right? You passed. Go outside, and we'll discuss the team's compensation and work."

Steve went over and actively shook her hand. This ability was rare and very interesting.

With the information provided, he wouldn't miss any Mutant.

[Domino: Follows certain rules and logic to change the probability of events occurring for herself and objects within her line of sight.

When fighting enemies, due to her ability, enemy attacks often miss, while her teammates' attacks are more likely to hit the target.

However, she cannot make things happen that do not conform to realistic logic.

She cannot suddenly become super strong in combat, or make enemy attacks completely ineffective.]

Chapter 137: Cultivate Loyalty and Earn Rewards

As an external team affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D., Steveoffered excellent benefits.

During the probation period, the salary was 10,000 U.S. dollars per month. After each mission, performance would be assessed, and bonuses would be distributed at the end of the month based on performance; the better the performance, the higher the bonus.

If sued for rescuing people during a mission, legal assistance would be provided free of charge.

Medical care was also free, enjoying complimentary healthcare.

The requirements were to follow orders; there was no need for the strict discipline of regular forces in terms of conduct. When there were no missions, they could do whatever they wanted.

But once a mission arose, even if they were playing poker with beautiful women, they had to stop immediately and rendezvous at headquarters.

Only after a six-month assessment period could they become full-time employees, with their salary doubling and the opportunity to join S.H.I.E.L.D.'s official roster!

This was a legitimate path to a government job, without the need for a cumbersome legal examination, and it was very prestigious to talk about.

More importantly, they could be teammates with Captain America, which was a special honor!

Xuanxiao and Zagster were overjoyed. They were originally hooligans, and if they hadn't been unable to make a living, there would have been no need for them to defect.

Their abilities were truly mediocre. Xuanxiao had the ability to distort magnetic fields, but it lasted for a very short time. In actual combat, it couldn't be said to be completely useless, only that it was entirely ineffective.

As for Zagster, he was even more ordinary; he could vomit strong acid but couldn't sustain it for more than a minute.

He might even corrode his own mouth, possessing some ability, but not much.

Among the three recruits, only Domino was very useful.

Don't ask; if you ask, Zagster tried to challenge Dominoto a one-on-one fight, and all his teeth were corroded by his own strong acid!

This issue of probability and luck is indeed a profound and inexplicable metaphysics.

As for Domino's reason for interviewing, it was simple: she needed money and found it interesting!

As soon as she arrived, she flirted with Captain America, without even trying to hide it, apparently a fan of his.

Coincidentally, there was a mission to execute, so Stevetook them to gain some practical experience.

This mission was to apprehend a drug lord who was colluding with local gangs and involved in numerous murder and assault cases.

Logically speaking, this wasn't something S.H.I.E.L.D.would investigate.

Normally, the FBI would handle it, but unfortunately, the FBI had become marginalized, unable to thrive anywhere except by aligning with the President.

International matters were under the jurisdiction of the CIA, while S.H.I.E.L.D. could investigate other cases if it wished, or simply disregard them.

Moreover, Valentina and Hill were in their honeymoon period of cooperation, and the two women had divided all investigative authority.

Unless specifically ordered by the President, they wouldn't pay any attention to the FBI.

Valentina also needed to go all out, using more achievements to solidify her position. She also wanted to push the Senate to vote to change the CIA Director's term from four years to a lifetime appointment, similar to a Supreme Court Justice.

This would effectively place her in an unchallengeable position, where even if problems arose later, she would not be held accountable.

What does a lifetime appointment mean?

It means a 'death-exempting' golden token!

The same applied to the Secretary-General, but Hill had not taken the lead nor expressed such an intention. Valentina was doing it incidentally, hoping to involve Hill to share some of the pressure.

Taking advantage of the turbulent situation and having dirt on hand, she quickly sought more power for herself.

Use power when you have it, or it expires and becomes void!

When going on a mission with Domino, Steve truly felt what it meant to be extremely lucky!

The drug lord's men kept shooting, but they couldn't even hit his shield; all their shots were body outlines.

Sometimes, even humorous scenes of exploding gun barrels would occur, which was often observed during the pursuit of drug lords.

This was highly unlikely, as firearms needed to be inspected and maintained daily.

This was a life-threatening business, so they were even more meticulous about gun issues. Yet, despite this, the extremely low probability still occurred!

This made one highly suspicious, wondering if this was indeed the so-called metaphysics!

Steve also led by example, bringing Wolverine and Deadpool to act together.

Fighting drug lords, fighting gangs, and after the fight, legally confiscating assets, then calling in reporters to boost their reputation!

If it weren't to build loyalty among his subordinates, Steve wouldn't have worked so hard.

He would most likely have let Wolverine, Sabretooth, and Deadpool, the three fearless ones, lead the charge. After all, they weren't afraid of bullets; they just needed to go up and take the hits.

Including the newly recruited individuals, there were originally seven.

Now, with White Queen, Sand Dust Angel, Xuanxiao, Zagster, and Domino, the number had reached twelve.

"Ding, superpower subordinate mission complete."

"Weapons, shield, and combat suit have received upgrade opportunities. This upgrade requires no materials."

After the Destroyer Armor merged with the combat suit, the suit took on a metallic texture.

Its defensive capabilities were greatly enhanced, allowing it to withstand continuous Gatling gun fire, tank shelling, and even missile bombardment without harm.

It also had a unique internal air circulation system, so even in a vacuum environment, there was no need to worry about the danger of suffocation.

If one had a sudden urgent need, it could be resolved on the spot. Urine would even be decomposed, solving the cleaning problem as well.

Warm in winter and cool in summer, the comfort level was maximized.

Wearing the combat suit was like coming home!

It could be said that an ordinary person wearing this combat suit could withstand an entire army.

As long as it was mortal firepower, there was nothing to fear.

Listening to the system's delightful voice, Steve, who was charging forward, immediately retreated.

"Huh, Captain, what are you coming back for?"

Deadpool felt very strange, charging with the Captain, shouting, "Avengers, assemble!"

It felt especially exhilarating, a strong sense of belonging!

"I'll just stay in the back. I'll provide you with support. Don't you feel like you have endless energy right now?"

Steve bestowed the aura effect upon them, the Evil Aura!

The speed of stamina recovery was doubled, perfect for the workhorses!

Deadpool felt his energy surging, indeed an endless supply of strength.

"Yeah, it's so strange! I want to fight a tiger right now! It's amazing! Is this the power of belief?"

"Killing a tiger is illegal! I'll report you later!"

Wolverine interjected from the side; he and Deadpoolwere always at odds.

"Alright, go on. I will always be your solid backing!"

Steve encouraged them to charge, openly slacking off!

Watching Deadpool and Wolverine charge forward with shouts, he nodded with satisfaction. Good, that's how workhorses should be used!

Domino, on the other hand, chuckled. She wasn't fooled by that. However, she did feel her stamina recover significantly, which surprised and intrigued her.

"Captain, you seem to be slacking off!"

"Is your nickname 'Fish'?"

Steve raised an eyebrow. This was called commanding; how could it be called slacking off? Nonsense!

"Hehe, it's not impossible!"

Domino wouldn't refuse Captain America; how many women dreamed of this?

Not asking for forever, just for one moment of possession.

"Ahem, let's go, Domino."

Steve coughed. Rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows, and superiors shouldn't flirt with female subordinates—that's the truth.

"Alright, Captain is truly heartless."

Domino picked up two submachine guns and walked leisurely. Bullets outlined her body. Her casual shot, however, could directly hit a headshot.

This luck, this probability!

Perhaps a one-shot kill, and then she would treat him as a long-term meal ticket.

Polaris was somewhat bored on the side. She could handle this kind of battle alone.

The enemy's guns were her guns. Controlling magnetic fields, reversing the heavens, she could end the battle with just a thought.

"Domino's luck is truly explosive!"

Steve wasn't envious, because he had tried asking Domino what the next lottery numbers would be.

Domino replied, "Man-made manipulation, this isn't a matter of luck and probability; you won't win the lottery!"

Well, even with a population of just over 300 million, the Social Security Administration could manage to have over 400 million people receiving pensions, showing how outrageous the behind-the-scenes manipulation was.

Only a fool would buy lottery tickets, because they were cheating fools out of their money.

Accumulating bit by bit, if 10 million fools bought lottery tickets every day, those Smith agents would have long had Villas, mansions, luxury cars, and endless beautiful women.

"No matter how good your luck is, it's useless without underlying strength.

Steve, when are we going to find the others?

Charles's side has also started to act. If we don't hurry, I'm afraid we won't get many good ones."

White Queen was a bit helpless; her husband was sometimes too slow in doing things.

However, he was very active when it came to hitting home runs; even if she didn't want it, he would actively come for it.

Heh, men!

"Tomorrow. After tonight's mission, they'll be pretty much qualified. The rest can be left to Hill and Sharon."

Even if Steve wasn't dedicated to his career and liked to slack off, he knew that power was the guarantee of his current life. Once he lost power,

every tom, dick, and harry would jump out to cause him trouble. If they couldn't beat him, they would smear him, involve the Police and the military. He couldn't possibly kill his way through the entire United States, could he?

Hmm, it's not impossible!

If you don't let me be the boss, I'll create a new Wo Shing Wo myself!

White Queen could feel that many people were still very dissatisfied with Steve; he had cut off many people's sources of income.

Continuing like this would lead to targeting. It was just that everyone was currently scrambling for and solidifying their positions.

Once things stabilized, they would definitely start making moves.

She also couldn't kill everyone. If incited, some foolish heroes would surely come out to stop them.

Since things have come to this, let's order food first!

She took out her phone and started ordering. What should she have for a late-night snack tonight?

Steve was busy checking his rewards and wasn't concerned about the operation at all. Bringing his two wives was for the grand finale, just in case Deadpooland the others failed, there would still be room for remedy.

In the distance, a sniper rifle began to lock onto Steve.

Polaris's half-asleep eyes suddenly sharpened, staring at the distant tall building's rooftop.

"There's a sniper!"

"I'll go with you!"

White Queen became energetic; finally, something to do.

How bold! With her and Polaris present, someone dared to use a sniper rifle!

This must be a fool, right!

Chapter 138 Captain America: I'm so popular?

Five hundred meters away, on the rooftop of a tall building, an assassin had set up a sniper rifle, aiming at Captain America below, who was holding a happy fat house water.

"What a scoundrel! Doesn't he worry about ruining his physique by drinking that?!"

The assassin cursed with extreme jealousy. It was well-known that a good physique, in addition to exercise, required constantly eating special fitness foods.

Supplementing protein and trace elements, especially avoiding sweets and sodas!

Maintaining a fit physique was a very hard thing to do; sometimes, one even had to take specialized body-sculpting injections, which greatly affected male function.

Otherwise, how did so many gays in the gym come about?

Just as he aimed and pulled the trigger, there was no response!

He pulled the trigger multiple times, yet there was still no response.

As a high-level assassin, he immediately realized something was wrong! Strike once and retreat far away; that was the true assassin!

By the time he wanted to turn his head, a dagger was already at his neck. The sniper rifle also automatically turned and pointed at his forehead, a bizarre scene that completely disoriented him.

Polaris looked at the other party with an unyielding expression, not speaking to show off. If she could kill him, there was no need for chatter; this was what her husband always said.

White Queen stood by, a cold glint flashing in her beautiful eyes. Her psychic power invaded, searching for useful information in his mind.

After a while, she nodded to Polaris.

Pfft!

Bang!

Throat slit, headshot!

If you can finish them off, do so, ensuring the opponent is thoroughly dead.

Returning downstairs.

White Queen revealed what she had detected, her eyes filled with immense coldness. Whoever wanted to kill her man, she would kill them!

The psychic link was not for nothing; her love for Stevemeant she would abandon principles at necessary moments, even overthrowing a nation!

"It was an assassin sent by the Polar Bear Gang. Last time, their protector was taken down in the crackdown operation.

To save their lives, they exposed the Polar Bear Gang.

They are all middlemen selling arms, with weapons from the former Soviet Union and local companies.

Smuggling can save over a billion in taxes. The newly appointed leader wants to stabilize the gang's power by assassinating you.

And to show loyalty to Councilman Stern, to find a backer."

The assassin knew many secrets; he was loyal and would never betray gang intelligence.

But what era was it now? Did they still think traditional interrogation methods required torture and forced confessions?

White Queen did not need verbal probing; with just a thought, she could invade the interrogatee's mind. What he had done, what he was going to do, what he had experienced—nothing could be hidden.

Steve casually tossed the soda can into the warehouse; even scrap metal could be recycled.

"Stern? That old geezer! I haven't gone looking for him, and he dares to come looking for trouble with me!"

During the previous purge, that old geezer Stern was specifically vouched for by Pierce.

He also played a part in spreading rumors and slandering him back then, though at the time, they didn't know he was a HYDRA Captain.

Now he still dares to do this, so there must be a problem!

"Let's go back and figure out a way to kill him. And while we're at it, clean out some of the parasites within S.H.I.E.L.D.; we can't keep them around."

--

Back at the safe house, the sea-view Villa.

Steve had Edith retrieve the current HYDRA relationship network, presenting it as a holographic projection.

After Gorgon's death, his right-hand men were the FBI Director and the Tax Bureau Director.

Both of them were also dead, too deeply involved, and were immediately killed by their subordinates who took over.

These two who took over were members of two financial groups. After coming to power, they didn't target Steve but consolidated power and influence.

Councilman Stern had high prestige in the Senate and had now successfully replaced Nancy as Speaker.

He was also high in position and power, routinely presiding over various resolutions.

Whether it was U.S. domestic affairs or foreign diplomacy, all large and small bills needed to be voted on and passed by the Senate.

The Speaker was responsible for presiding over meetings, and some resolutions could be directly ignored.

This man and Pierce were old acquaintances and friends, and their sons and daughters were even joined in marriage.

No wonder Pierce came forward to protect him; now it seemed these two must be secretly plotting something.

"What is the situation with the Polar Bear Gang?"

Steve looked at the dense network of connections in the holographic projection, discovering that this old dog Stern had ties with many financial groups.

The pharmaceutical medical complex and the military-industrial complex were deeply involved, and even the Federal Tax Bureau had a hand in it.

The high profits of the medical complex had always been the main source of expensive medical care.

Any drug that helped with illness had to go through the Medical Guild; without paying homage, it was impossible to sell medicine in the U.S.

Free medical care?

That's because the bill would be sent to your mailbox later. A simple cold could cost five thousand U.S. dollars to start. If you ended up in the hospital, then sorry, just wait for bankruptcy!

"The Polar Bear Gang was formed by retired KGB members, specializing in human trafficking and arms smuggling.

The Councilman they deal with is named Lester, who is also a Senate Councilman and belongs to the Sternfaction."

Edith's voice was mechanical and cold, devoid of emotion.

White Queen placed the steaming coffee in front of Steve, adding as she looked at the panel.

"We have recently been targeting the Polar Bear Gang's industries and businesses. I investigated that assassin.

He was commissioned by the gang leader, Samanthaov. It is not yet certain if anyone else instructed him to do this."

If it was gang activity, then eradicate the gang.

If there were still people behind it, then eliminate the forces behind them as well!

"Send the special forces to wipe out the Polar Bear Gang, bring Samanthaov back, and you interrogate him. If he's useful, keep him; if not, kill him!"

He didn't need to personally handle such matters. Otherwise, why bring back so many subordinates?

"Okay, I'll contact Hill."

White Queen sensed something was amiss and quickly prepared to leave.

But Steve pulled her back. His mischievous smile and handsome face made her heart beat a little faster.

"No rush, I just happen to have some things to discuss with you alone."

Bang!

Polaris exhaled, watching White Queen being half-pulled, half-dragged by Steve into the bedroom. She quickly went to the kitchen to order a pizza, to fill her stomach first.

--

The next day, after Samanthaov made several calls, none were answered.

The most recent call that connected was answered by a Police officer.

He instantly ended the call, realizing there was a problem! The assassin he sent had been taken down!

Run!

This thought was somewhat irrepressible; the idea of assassinating Captain America was insane!

At a time when the entire U.S. was promoting the spirit of Captain America, doing so would inevitably cause a huge uproar, and S.H.I.E.L.D. would not let him off!

The madness behind it would inevitably lead to a backlash, so he didn't have time to collect his money and quickly found a freighter to leave the U.S. first.

He didn't take a plane to avoid being tracked. A ship was a bit slow, but with many people and chaos, it could provide good protection.

During this time, Samanthaov's communications were terminated; everything was left to his deputy, and he also made a call to his suppliers to explain.

When he disembarked the ship half a month later, he inquired and learned that on the night he left, S.H.I.E.L.D. had swept through his gang.

The New York stronghold was destroyed, and then they launched a nationwide operation to arrest people everywhere.

That frantic behavior was as if they had been provoked by something.

"He ran away?"

Steve came out of the bathroom, took the towel, and Sharon's message came in.

No one knew where Samanthaov had gone; they were still in full pursuit. As long as he dared to appear, a message would surely come.

The gang after the sweep had nothing good, and other members didn't know his whereabouts.

Even the deputy didn't know, and the deputy only managed internal gang affairs; external business was all handled by Samanthaov alone.

"If he ran, he ran. We'll track him slowly. I'm going to the Elder Council Hospital to pick someone up."

Sharon was already showing somewhat; the super-soldier physique made the baby develop very quickly.

She could only wear a large trench coat to cover it. After a while, she would only be able to work online!

"Going to pick up a woman?"

Her eyes, beneath her blonde, middle-parted bangs, blinked, appearing cunning and amusing.

Steve went over and took her soft hand, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"Yes, her name is Jean Grey. She's also a Mutant with great potential.

The lab can build armor. You can take a look then and get some equipment for self-defense."

Feeling her husband's care, Sharon's smile became even brighter, her pretty face exuding a sacred maternal aura.

"I know. Nissa and I discussed increasing investment in Betty's company.

Zhao Hailun is a talent; her nanite technology has moved from theory to being experimental.

I'm thinking, if we can continue to overcome challenges and develop it deeply, this technology will be of great help to us in the future."

Sharon had always been busy, not only dealing with internal S.H.I.E.L.D. matters but also maintaining good relationships with other harem members.

For a career woman, the more sisters she had, the more help they could provide.

Everyone joined this big family centered around Steve. As long as Steve's mindset was fine, harem infighting would be very difficult to happen.

Hearing this reminder, Steve thought of the nanite armor series that Iron Man later created.

While cool, its power was also quite impressive. It could freely change forms, becoming an electromagnetic cannon or a battering ram.

A series of operations like a tiger, but the battle record was zero kills and five deaths!

It couldn't be said he was useless; his role was still very significant. It was just that Thanos's defense was too high, making it seem like a mere scratch.

"Good, you can decide on this matter. Don't let Zhao Hailun run off; she's a talent."

Steve didn't object to Sharon's enthusiasm. It was good for women to have a bit of ambition; that way, they wouldn't have time to overthink things.

"Hehe, speaking of Zhao Hailun, she's mentioned you many times.

When are you going to see her? I don't object, you know!"

Sharon's bright eyes revealed a smile and cunning. She also quite liked this South Korean beauty.

Quietly getting things done, obedient and docile—there was no problem absorbing such a woman.

On the contrary, the recently recruited Domino was a bit strange; her demeanor was somewhat unfathomable.

If she had to choose, Zhao Hailun was definitely more suitable than Domino. It wasn't that she disliked black people; it was just that she subjectively preferred women who could help Steve's career.

"I will. When I get back, I'll go to the company to see her."

Steve was also very busy; many female fans wanted to see him all the time, he was truly too busy.

Aunt Mei, through Spider-Man Peter, repeatedly invited him to her house for apple pie, even saying she wouldn't invite outsiders and had prepared red wine.

What did that mean? Was she planning to get him drunk to make things easier?

Brandt from Horn Daily also often used interviews as an excuse to chat with him, always asking for an autograph.

At first, it was signing on notebooks, then on jackets, then on arms.

Where she would want him to sign next, he dared not imagine; even auditors would shake their heads!

Domino always wanted to invite him to dinner, and it was always dinner. Her intentions were clear to anyone with eyes.

It was just that her superpower was a bit strange, and Steve was somewhat unsure about it.

Beautiful black women were pitifully few, and Dominowas one of them, and quite good at that.

She had a good appearance and a good figure; simply playing poker was fine.

But Steve's principles were strong; he didn't like shared bikes, nor one-night stands.

A private car, exclusive ownership—that was his pursuit!

Now with the addition of Zhao Hailun, it seemed he was being treated as a hot commodity.

Steve stroked his chin, looking at the increasingly plump Sharon, and asked his question.

"Wife, I'm already married, so why do they always cling to me?

There are so many good men in the World; why just stare at me?"

At that, Sharon couldn't help but roll her eyes, an expression she only had when playing poker.

"My dear, you have to understand that no one is as famous as you, and marries so many wives!

Look at those Councilmen, tycoons, and celebrities—they are all alone. Their attitude towards women is to treat them as playthings and reproductive tools, with no real marriage.

You don't even know how popular you are among women! A powerful, handsome, and responsible man is so precious!

Anyway, you already have so many wives; one more won't make a difference, and they won't mind at all!"

Only women truly understood women, knowing what each other wanted.

What women wanted was a sense of security!

Money, power, strength—all could bring a sense of security, and Steve happened to possess all of these.

Plus, being able to marry multiple wives, with virtually no restrictions, those women would surely be madly obsessed.

There was also what was unknown and unmentionable: the halo of favorability.

Starting with a significant boost in favorability, as long as he didn't insult or beat them, or go crazy and do some very low-class things, like being an 'Old Eight' eating a secret recipe burger, it was very hard for favorability to drop!

For enemies, things remained as they were; they wouldn't be affected.

But for ordinary people, the impact was huge.

"So I'm that popular!"

Steve lifted his head somewhat smugly. Should he put his hands on his hips and be proud?

"By the way, how is Sif doing? Has anyone from Asgardcontacted her?"

Chapter 139: Jean Grey Wants to See a Cat Do a Backflip

Since Sif stayed, she was arranged to live in the Manhattan Villa.

Every day, she would either practice spear and staff in the courtyard or train with boxing. Occasionally, she would watch TV news or Captain America 1.

If Polaris had free time, she would invite her out for shopping and chatting, enjoying urban life.

There was no need to worry about money, and here, far from war, it was treated as a vacation.

She didn't urge Steve to return the hammer. After a fight and realizing the gap between them, she maintained this state.

"She's still the same. Lorna should be going shopping with her today."

"I haven't seen her contact anyone, my dear. What kind of place do you think Asgard is?"

Sharon's eyes were filled with curiosity. Ever since witnessing the marvel of the seaside Villa, that Hearthstone teleportation was simply a miracle!

It was an act that science couldn't explain; no known scientific means could achieve it!

It was precisely because she had witnessed it that she felt curious and surprised.

"I haven't been there either. I can only say that myths and reality are different."

"Sometimes, just listen to a myth for fun, don't take it seriously. Take Norse mythology, for example, they don't know anything."

"Loki is Odin's son, and Hela is not Loki's daughter, but rather Loki's older sister."

"So, myths are just for fun. Some people use myths as a religion to brainwash others."

Steve scoffed at so-called myths. He only wanted to slack off and enjoy life, not be treated like a fool.

"Hehe, I don't believe in any myths, because you are the only myth in my heart!"

Sharon's voice was infinitely gentle, looking at her husband with loving eyes. This was her beloved, and the father of the child in her belly.

"If you say that, I'll become arrogant."

Steve tilted his head, feeling pleased. He was a very humble person, but now he was starting to feel a bit proud.

Sharon took Steve's hand and led him to the bedroom.

"I've been practicing a new yoga pose recently. Could you guide me?"

--

Elder Council Hospital.

This is a hospital that specializes in providing medical services to elites and wealthy individuals, and the selection of staff is very strict.

Not only do Nurses need to be handsome men and beautiful women, but even Doctors are required to have good looks and figures.

This sounds absurd, how can there be such requirements? Don't Doctors need superb medical skills?

But in fact, the requirements of this hospital are so outrageous, and the salary is also shockingly high.

Ordinary people cannot refuse high salaries. A Nursecan earn a minimum of 30,000 U.S. dollars a month, not including various performance benefits.

Steve brought White Queen Emma to the hospital. Polaris went shopping with Sif; she was looking for an opportunity to slip away.

She was constantly being tormented. Aside from resting when her period came, the rest of the time she was either rolling her eyes or on her way to rolling her eyes.

As soon as they entered, they saw an old acquaintance.

When Christine saw Steve, her smiling pretty face became much colder.

"Hi, Christine, long time no see, how have you been lately?"

"I'm here to find a girl named Jean Grey-Summers. Could you help me?"

Steve greeted her with a smile. The Nurses nearby were already sizing him up.

If it weren't for hospital regulations, they might have already come up to ask for autographs and slip him notes.

Christine's pretty face showed a hint of reluctance. She was grateful to Steve for saving her, but she also felt that the contact that night had been a bit too much.

The White Queen's thoughts stirred, and she read Christine's memories. She learned what had happened that night, and her expression became Strange.

After continuing to read, she finally found the root of it all, and it was no wonder Christine was so disgusted.

"She's in the room at the end of the left corridor on the third floor. Her mental state is a bit unstable, so be careful when you approach her."

"I still have a meeting, so I won't accompany you. Sorry, goodbye."

Christine was very annoyed. The Dean had started hinting at her again: if she didn't accept the unspoken rules, she could get lost.

And the man she liked was also a Doctor at this hospital, a Doctor named Strange with incredibly skilled surgical techniques.

With a handsome appearance and an elegant demeanor, he was very popular with women, and he changed women frequently.

She had once sought Strange's help, but he refused, not wanting to offend the Dean because of her, nor wanting to lose this job with a million-dollar annual salary.

This made her very angry; men were unreliable! They were all no good!

On the way to the room, the White Queen told Steveabout her discovery. It wasn't about doing anything, she just felt that the woman was quite pitiful.

The man she liked didn't like her and refused to stand up for her, which was all normal up to this point.

But the Dean had been threatening her, wanting her body, which was somewhat despicable.

The White Queen hated this kind of forced behavior towards women the most. Such things would absolutely not be allowed in her company!

Once discovered, she would make them have an accident, turn them into eunuchs, and forever lose the joy of being a man!

Steve's expression was a bit Strange after hearing this. No wonder Christine's reaction was so strong back then; so that was the reason.

"Did the Dean succeed?"

"No, but it's close. Christine's mother is hospitalized, right here at this hospital, and the costs are high, beyond her means."

"Didn't she go to a meeting? She's going to the Dean's office soon. If you have any ideas, you'd better hurry!"

The White Queen teased him, even somewhat encouraging him.

Her thoughts were similar to Polaris's; she was also a bit overwhelmed.

They say some die of drought while others drown. She was the drowning type, too much to handle, so she might as well share some with others.

Sometimes, when you deeply love a man, you can't bear to see him suffer, preferring to suffer yourself.

"Emma, we'll do this..."

Steve had a plan. Since they were going to play, they might as well go big.

Listening to the man's scheme, the White Queencouldn't help but chuckle. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at her husband.

"Okay, I understand, leave it to me. You're getting off easy, and you get to show off again."

Marry a virtuous wife; it seemed his luck was good, as all his wives were excellent and quite virtuous.

The unvirtuous ones were not even considered. Even a woman like the White Queen wouldn't get jealous. It has to be said, the serum's power is truly a good remedy for the kidneys!

In the room, a woman stood blankly by the window, with long fiery red hair, wearing a hospital gown. The sunlight streamed in, giving her an ethereal, dreamlike quality.

"Hello, are you Jean Grey?"

Steve pushed the door open and came in. Just looking at her back, he thought she looked great.

When she turned around, her mature face and eyes held wariness and suspicion. The mountains supporting her hospital gown showed a grand career.

"Who are you?"

Jean Grey's expression seemed a bit dazed. Having just awakened her Mutant abilities, she still looked a bit unaccustomed to them.

"My name is Steve Rogers, and everyone else calls me Captain America. This is my wife, Emma. We came to see you, are you doing well?"

Steve's introduction made the White Queen ecstatic. If he only introduced her name and not her identity, it wouldn't be impossible.

But it would make her feel a little resentful. The identity of a wife is an honor, and if it cannot be shown to others, what is that honor worth?

"Captain America?"

Jean Grey tilted her head, then her eyes became sharp, and a surge of psychic energy rushed over, trying to explore the other's mind.

The White Queen wanted to stop her, but Steve held her hand tightly and shook his head at her.

The psychic energy could not break through the brain's defense, leaving her unsuccessful.

"Oh? Interesting!"

It was the first time Jean Grey found her abilities ineffective against someone. She had explored the thoughts of Nurses and Doctors, and without exception, they mocked her.

On the surface, they were professional, but secretly, they gossiped about her a lot.

Women are very gossipy, especially since Jean Greywas in a car accident with her parents and she was the only one who survived. Everyone said she was a jinx!

This is also why Jean Grey's attitude was so cold. The more she saw, the more she understood people's hearts, and the more she realized the wickedness of human nature.

"I mean no harm. I won't take you for experiments. I'm sure you've heard about my story; many people thought I was just an experiment."

"My strength comes from a serum; it's not my own power."

"Having power, becoming a super-powered individual beyond mortals, is destined to be envied. I understand how you feel."

This statement made Jean Grey's attitude much gentler. Of course, she had heard of Captain America's deeds. Not long ago, she even watched his solo movie with her parents.

Being treated as a monster, this feeling is very unpleasant.

After she entered the hospital, her abilities had actually already manifested, but they weren't obvious.

Many times, Strange things would happen, making many people keep their distance from her, saying she was very eerie.

Being able to enjoy a private room without paying also indicated that she was very Strange.

Only dangerous individuals are kept in solitary confinement.

"I don't need your help, thank you."

Jean Grey still said thank you, indicating that her hostility towards him was not great.

"No, you do need it. If I'm not mistaken, S.H.I.E.L.D., the CIA, and other departments have already noticed your existence."

"I deeply understand how they treat Mutants."

"I can't do too much, but I can save you. My wife, Emma, and Lorna are also Mutants."

"We will have more to talk about together, and you are very powerful. I also hope to have you join my family."

"If possible, perhaps you could even help protect my wife."

Steve stepped forward, walked up to her, and met her gaze. His fervent and sincere eyes always managed to move others.

Jean Grey met his gaze without flinching, and the two stared at each other quietly for five minutes.

Finally, she averted her eyes and changed the subject.

"I am an inauspicious woman; I will bring you misfortune. You are a good person, and I don't want to harm you."

"I believe I can overcome this problem, and do you know, my cat can do a backflip!"

Seeing an opportunity, Steve immediately seized it, taking advantage of her vulnerability.

This was Jean Grey's weakest moment, when her heart most needed comfort.

Regardless of whether it's a man or a woman, during periods of emotional fragility, it's very easy to be taken advantage of. Once someone successfully settles into their heart, it becomes very difficult to forget them later.

"A cat can do a backflip?"

Jean Grey also felt a bit curious. How could a cat do a backflip?

"Want to come to my house and see?"

Steve blinked. He didn't keep pets and didn't like keeping cats or dogs.

Mainly, being a litter-scooper is annoying. If it were an intelligent animal, then it wouldn't matter. But clearly, taking care of a pet with more enthusiasm than taking care of parents, well, he'd rather keep his distance.

So, a cyber cat, that's still a cat, isn't it?

The White Queen couldn't help but chuckle. Her husband truly was speechless.

"Okay, then I'll go with you to see."

Jean Grey's curiosity was piqued. She had no idea what stepping out meant for her.

Steve probably already had names picked out for their children. Would it be one, or ten?

That is the question!

The White Queen closed her eyes, used her psychic power to locate the Dean, and implanted an illusion in him.

"Dear, you still have some things to attend to. While you're at it, please handle her discharge procedures. I'll stay here and chat with her for a bit."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, Emma."

Steve gave her a generous kiss, which made Jean Grey a little envious.

Who doesn't like having a harmonious family? She found her own experience a bit difficult to talk about; she had caused the death of her parents.

After Steve left, the White Queen went over and pulled her to sit down. Looking at the beautiful woman with low spirits, from a woman's perspective, she also found her full of charm.

"My name is Emma, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to our big family. I also have some accomplishments in telepathy, so let's chat."

"You too? Uh, okay."

Jean Grey smiled. Emma's feelings towards her were very warm, perhaps they both had unfortunate experiences.

"You look at my memories, and I'll look at yours. To be friends, we need to be honest with each other to become good friends."

"Okay, you can look at mine first."

On the other side.

Christine, after her meeting, was called to the Dean's office.

The fat-headed, oily-eared Dean Bro looked at Christinewith undisguised possessiveness.

She wore a White Angel's coat over a casual sweater and casual pants, dressed in a fashionable girl's style.

Her charming face, excellent figure, and her identity as a Doctor—every single aspect hit his preferences!

"Christine, your mother's medical expenses have now reached a million. If you can't come up with the money,"

"Then I can only regretfully ask her to leave the hospital. We are not a charity organization here, and I hope you understand that."

Even though she knew he had ulterior motives, she still bit the bullet and came in. When her mother was mentioned, her stubbornness and pride shattered.

"Dean, can you extend the deadline a bit? I'll raise the money very soon."

"Extend? Humph, where will you borrow the money from?"

"Christine, I've given you enough respect, letting you owe three million in medical expenses."

"If you can't pay, it's okay. I have a job here. As long as you're willing, I can pay for your mother's medical expenses!"

Bro became a bit excited. In a trance, he seemed to see her shyly agreeing.

So he couldn't help but walk over, like a hungry tiger pouncing on a lamb!

Chapter 140 Christine as a Private Nurse

Christine was startled and quickly dodged, but Bro was right behind her, chasing her.

"Help! Help!"

"Hehe, beautiful lady, don't run. Don't worry, mine is very ()—just bear with it!"

The more she struggled, the more excited he became, completely unaware that an illusion had been implanted in his mind.

He was already blinded by greed, and now, with a slight illusion, he was like a rutting wild dog.

Steve pushed open the door, holding the receipt, and saw the two, one chasing and one fleeing. He leaned against the door to watch the show, even taking out his phone to record.

"Save me!"

Although Christine didn't want to see Steve—she couldn't get past her own inner conflict—at this moment, she truly had no other option but to ask him for help.

Steve pulled Christine over, then kicked the pursuing Bro, sending him flying.

That kick instantly sobered him up. His stomach churned, and he immediately lost control of his bladder and bowels!

He lay on the broken bookshelf and glass, in such pain that his vision went black, almost passing out.

Steve held the shaken Christine, patting her back.

"It's okay. I'm here for everything. Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Feeling his warmth, Christine didn't push him away. Her heart felt Strange and complex.

He was Hill's husband; she couldn't steal her best friend's husband. That would be immoral.

Besides, her life was a mess right now, and she wasn't in the mood to think about romantic relationships.

After a long while, Bro finally got up, pointing angrily at Steve.

"Don't think that just because you're Captain Americayou can hit people indiscriminately! I'm going to sue you! I'll find the best lawyer to sue you to death!"

"Really? You attempted to rape a woman and assaulted a public officer enforcing the law, resisting arrest with violence. Very good. I'll make sure the prosecutor's office gives you a warm welcome too."

Steve held up his phone, his contemptuous tone very reassuring.

Christine looked at him, somewhat mesmerized. After a while, she shyly lowered her head and quietly explained the situation.

Not having money for hospitalization was a common occurrence. She was just a bit ashamed to say it out loud, wondering if Steve would look down on her.

Coming to the Dean's office for medical fees—even with her toes, she knew what was going on.

It was nothing more than paying with her body. In the open-minded United States, this wasn't a big deal.

But still, saying it and facing it was very shameful.

"It's a small matter. I'll lend you the money first, and you can pay me back slowly later.

This hospital isn't suitable for you. Come work for me. I'll pay you a salary.

You can pay back one-third of your salary each month. I won't charge you interest, and if your mother's condition needs my help, I'll do my best to assist."

Steve was not short of money now, and he didn't have a concrete concept of money.

Why, you ask?

Because his wife, Nissa, the Vampire Queen, was very rich!

All the Vampires gravitated towards her, and with her sister Danica's assistance, they would literally give their lives to please him for his help.

Using his wife's money to flirt with girls—that seemed a bit scummy, right?

But if his wife was willing and happy to do it, then it was fine!

Christine lowered her head. She dared not look into Steve's eyes. In her most helpless moment, she was saved by a man.

Her aversion to men gradually changed, and she no longer resisted Steve's embrace.

"Why are you so good to me? Is it just because I'm Hill's friend?"

"That's part of the reason. Another part is that I need your help."

Steve's smile was very masculine and full of charm. He didn't specify what kind of help he meant, perhaps all kinds.

"Thank you."

Christine looked up and gave him a kiss.

"Don't overthink it. This is also gratitude. I want to resign, and I need your help too."

Bro was very awkward now. They were being affectionate, and he had become a third wheel.

If such an embarrassing incident hadn't been exposed, he might still have the confidence and capital to challenge them.

As the Dean of a private hospital that had treated countless wealthy individuals for unspeakable ailments, as well as performed abortions and deliveries for mistresses, his network of connections ranged from celebrity actors to senators and magnates, far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.

In the game of power, they could easily bankrupt an ordinary person and then drive them mad.

"Immediately process Jean Grey's discharge and Christine's resignation. Transfer their salaries to their accounts immediately!

I won't say anything more. You're a smart man. Otherwise, I'll post this video online and let the TV stations expose your ugly behavior!

Understand?"

Steve wasn't good at threatening people; it should be said he was upholding justice!

Bro was furious. Christine was the hottest Doctor in the hospital, and a certain Senator had already taken an interest in her, specifically asking for her!

Bro just wanted to have a taste first. This was all a setup. Otherwise, why would Christine's mother suddenly fall ill?

The medical complex could make anyone sick if they wanted to.

If people didn't get sick, how would they go to the hospital, and how would they buy medicine?

As for ethics?

There were no ethics! In this day and age, ethical people couldn't make money.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go do it now. Captain, please wait."

Bro was outwardly deferential, bowing and scraping, limping as he picked up the phone to give orders. As Dean, he certainly didn't need to run errands himself.

A secretary, dressed like a bitch, came in and poured coffee for the three of them.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to wink at Captain America.

For a woman like her, who sold her body for position and profit, there was no concept of shame.

"Be proud! Just be proud! Wait until I tell the Senator what happened, and then we'll see how you die!"

Bro cursed viciously in his heart. If he couldn't have it, he would invite a stronger tiger to devour this piece of meat, just so Steve couldn't have it!

Steve completely ignored him and began to help Christine pack her things. Since she was resigning, some items needed to be taken with her.

Arriving at the office, they saw a male Doctor, who resembled Benedict Cumberbatch, flirting with a female Nurse.

"Christine? Are you okay?"

Strange didn't know why, but he felt his colleague looked a bit Strange, seeming less sad and more energetic?

"I'm fine, thank you. I've resigned. I'm here to pack my things."

Christine didn't want to look at him. When she needed him most, Strange was just flirting, not doing anything for her.

They were just colleagues, not a couple. It wasn't possible before, it wasn't possible now, and it would definitely not be possible in the future.

Since they weren't a couple, she had even less right to ask him to do anything for her.

Not everyone was a cuckold. With that money, wouldn't eating, drinking, having fun, and going to clubs be much better than chasing girls?

"Oh, that's a real shame. Good luck."

Strange just felt he had lost a prey and didn't feel any regret.

He just didn't know why, but his heart felt a faint ache.

Destined to become a magic user, he was never meant to have love, nor was he suitable for it.

In other words, this might be Christine's best outcome.

To get on Steve's ship, moving from a lonely island to a friendly big family, was her honor and happiness.

Soon, the procedures were completed, and Christinealso picked up her mother and left.

White Queen and Jean Grey came out of the ward, chatting and laughing. In such a short time, their relationship was as good as sisters.

"This is Christine. She resigned. Her mother needs high medical expenses, and Dean Bro used this to threaten her into becoming his mistress and plaything."

Steve briefly introduced her.

Upon hearing this, Jean Grey's hostility towards Christine significantly lessened. Although, she hadn't really had any hostility to begin with, having no prior interactions.

First, he took Christine to an apartment, settled her in, and promised to help her mother with her illness.

Then, he took Jean Grey back to his safe house residence, intending for her to rest and recuperate there. Once she got through her period of low spirits, he would begin her training.

There were two strongest Mutants in the X-Men: Professor X and Jean Grey.

Professor X's psychic abilities, amplified by the Cerebro, could spread across the entire World.

If he were a little evil, he could even instantly kill everyone he invaded.

This ability was terrifying to the extreme, without any flashy, showy skills, only the most practical and unadorned application of power.

The other was Jean Grey. She inherently possessed the Phoenix Force, capable of destroying and creating everything.

In Marvel movies, if you didn't have some awesome ability, you couldn't survive!

If he didn't have it himself, it didn't matter, as long as his wife had such an ability.

Now that Jean Grey was acquired, other Mutants seemed less important, even negligible.

Looking at the luxurious and profound architecture, Jean Grey's beautiful eyes kept scanning the surroundings.

"Is this your home? How do you have such a big house? It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Steve personally led Jean Grey to choose a bedroom, his tone filled with pride.

"It was left to me by a relative who is no longer with us. It's very safe here, with beautiful scenery. Living here will lift your spirits a lot.

Jean Grey, this is my home, and it's your home too. Make yourself comfortable. I won't charge you rent."

Looking at the dreamy sea view and the spacious Villa, her eyes welled up with tears, and a single tear slid down her cheek.

Somewhat saddened by the scene, she cried, looking at the smiling Steve.

"Why are you so good to me? We have no relation at all! Are you coveting something of mine?"

"Yes, I want to marry you, to have children with you!

As for why? I don't know either. I just know I like you a lot. You and I are the same kind of people.

I always feel like I don't belong in this World, a bit out of place, so I want to find a girl I can live with.

To build a family together, with our children, our own life.

I'll be responsible for earning money and supporting the family, and you'll be responsible for being beautiful and happy every day. Jean, are you willing to give me this chance?"

Steve chose not to deceive. The first time he saw Jean Grey, he desired her body.

This was not base, not at all!

Everyone appreciates beauty. What's wrong with liking beautiful women?

Seemingly stunned by his words, Jean Grey opened her small mouth, moved it a few times, but didn't know what to say.

The two drew closer and closer. Seizing the opportunity, Steve leaned in and kissed her.

"Mm!"

Jean Grey was still in shock and hadn't fully recovered.

After a long while, when it ended and they separated,

she finally sighed.

"Steve, I'm not ready yet. Can you give me some time?"

"Yes, as long as you need. But promise me, don't leave me. You can ask me about any dissatisfaction or problems you have.

Don't keep it inside. We are family, we need to be honest with each other, communicate, and find solutions, okay?"

Steve was becoming more and more skilled now. Spider-Man's Uncle Ben once said, the greater the power, the more wives!

That statement was truly correct!

To repay him, Steve decided to go to the apartment tomorrow to eat apple pie with Aunt Mei.

"Thank you, I need to calm down."

Jean Grey quietly escorted Steve to the door. She hadn't yet accepted this relationship.

Everything happened too fast, yet she didn't find it abrupt; she just needed some time to process it.

Now that she was here, would she still have a chance to leave?

Clearly, there was no chance.

--

On the other side, Elder Council Hospital, Dean's office.

"Yes, Young Master Ando Ha, I had everything ready to package Christine and send her to you.

But that Captain America Steve interfered, insisting on taking her away. That guy is arrogant and unreasonable, bullying people by relying on his wife's high position, isn't he?

This isn't just hitting my butt; it's clearly a slap in your face!"

Bro exaggerated and fabricated non-existent events, reporting falsely. He claimed that Steve knew she was the woman he desired, yet forcibly took her away, completely disregarding his reputation.

"I understand. You don't need to worry about this matter."

Ando Ha was the heir to the Morgan Group. His father was the patriarch and chairman of the Morgan Group.

He himself was also a Senator in the Senate. Many family corporations liked to send their offspring to become Senators.

Whether local or federal, it was a very good option for gaining experience.

In the future, when running for Governor or Minister, it would be a good resume.

This resume was not the best, but it was definitely the most reliable.

After ending the call, Ando Ha furiously smashed his cup on the floor.

"Steve! Don't push your luck!"

Captain America? That was utter nonsense!

No matter how strong someone was, they were just a tool! Class was not so easily transcended!

Picking up the phone and dialing, he was also calling for backup.

"Uncle Stern, good afternoon. Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together.

Not at all, it's you who are too busy. Even asking you to dinner requires checking your schedule.

Haha, okay, Hilton Hotel, see you there."

Ando Ha ended the call, a sinister smile playing on his lips. The reason why financial groups were financial groups, besides the wealth they controlled, was their network of connections and industries.

Many people in the United States mistakenly believed that money was omnipotent, but that was completely wrong.

They always valued human relationships and social etiquette!

Without human connection, all that remained was an accident!