Inside the Bar.
Under the dim, ambiguous lighting, the White Queen, moonlighting as a bartender, gently swayed her body and elegantly mixed a colorful cocktail for the only customer at the bar.
The lights shone.
It was colorful and truly captivating.
"It tastes good!"
Samuel smiled and nodded, continuing to talk to them about cultivating a Super Soldier army.
He planned to divide the Super Soldier Serum and two Winter Soldiers equally between the White Queen and Dottie Underwood.
Firstly for fairness, and secondly for checks and balances.
He wouldn't spend too much energy and time on the Madripoor side.
How fast it developed and to what extent depended entirely on them, at most he would provide some serum and supplies.
Whether it was Dottie Underwood or the White Queen, their loyalty was not an issue.
Saying it was for checks and balances was just being prepared for the unexpected.
This was for his own good, and also for theirs.
One came from the Red Room, and the other from the Hellfire Club.
Neither were simple, naive good people, so they were naturally used to this arrangement and knew the purpose and benefits of checks and balances.
People change!
Regardless of feelings, ambition is something that changes with environment and status.
Rather than an awkward ending in the future, it's better to have healthy internal competition and avoid things happening that everyone will regret.
Perhaps it was an unnecessary step.
But Samuel didn't like leaving the outcome to others to decide!
"The Female Winter Soldier, the Monk Winter Soldier, and the Big Beard Winter Soldier, I will take with me.
The Super Soldier Serum and funds, they will send over regularly."
"Also—"
"I also have various models of starships, alien technology, and Sky Carriers.
I'll make a list for you later.
Whether to sell them for money or exchange them for resources, you decide!"
"One year!"
"I'm giving you one year.
After one year, there can only be one voice in Madripoor, and that is my voice!"
Samuel spoke with conviction.
Just as Dottie Underwood and the White Queen were about to respond, they heard a bang, and the bar door was actually kicked open forcefully.
Immediately after.
A dozen fierce-looking men rushed in with guns, instantly aiming at the three people towards the bar counter, as well as the five Winter Soldiers sitting not far from the door.
Samuel blinked, wanting to down the cocktail in his hand.
Bang!
A bullet flew over, and the glass instantly shattered.
The drink splashed all over him.
"Don't move!"
The man who fired in the crowd smugly blew on his gun barrel and aimed at Samuel again.
Samuel tilted his head and glanced at the pale-faced Dottie Underwood.
This group of people was looking for her.
"Kill them."
Samuel said indifferently.
The White Queen let out a cold snort and directly controlled the man who shot at Samuel.
Almost at the same time, Dottie Underwood had already shot him in the head.
Bang!
Blood splattered, hitting him directly between the eyebrows.
At the same time, the five Winter Soldiers had charged into the crowd.
Like wolves entering a sheepfold, they swept through them.
Before long, bodies were carried out by the Winter Soldiers.
Samuel had just finished saying that there could only be one voice in Madripoor, his voice, when this group of guys rushed in.
Wasn't this just sabotaging themselves in front of the Boss!
Dottie Underwood, recognizing their identity, jumped out in shame and anger to quickly wipe Samuel's wine-soaked clothes and explained the reason.
A few days ago, while she was out and about, she encountered a group of ill-intentioned human traffickers.
Who is she? Super Black Widow!
Kidnapping her, are you tired of living?
Dottie Underwood taught them a lesson and didn't take it to heart, as her primary task was to figure out the underground forces in Madripoor's lower district; other things could be put aside for now.
Unexpectedly, these guys sought their own deaths and even dared to come to their door for revenge.
"Give me three days, and I guarantee I'll eliminate all of these guys' accomplices." Dottie Underwood vowed confidently.
Samuel shook his head slightly and said with a smile, "Although Madripoor is chaotic, there is order within the chaos. Daring to retaliate so brazenly means either they don't understand the rules, or they have the ability to ignore them."
White Queen said, "They locked up the people they caught on a freighter at the port with the Rand Corporation logo."
This was seen in the head of the guy who shot.
Dottie Underwood frowned slightly: "I've heard of Rand Corporation, it's a large enterprise involved in aviation, medical machinery, agricultural products, pharmaceuticals, and other fields."
"Rand Corporation has two founders, Wendell Rand and his partner Harold Meachum. Three years ago, Wendell Rand's family was in a plane crash, and the company is managed by Harold Meachum."
Although she hadn't been in this World for long, she had learned some basic information about large enterprises like Rand Corporation.
"Given the size of Rand Corporation, this kind of business doesn't seem like something they would do."
"I didn't expect you to even know about Rand Corporation, that's good." Samuel nodded approvingly: "Rand Corporation indeed wouldn't do this kind of business, someone else is doing it."
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