When he heard 'If you are willing to give me 50 billion', the desperate Ward Meachum seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and hope reignited.
But after that —
What Thor, Asgardian Valkyries, Professor X, he had never heard of them!
It was obvious, the other party was talking nonsense, and teasing him!
"Teasing someone you are about to kill, is it very interesting?"
Ward Meachum looked at Samuel with a sneer. This is called a person about to die — becoming bolder?!
Samuel shrugged with a smile: "A lot has happened today. I'm using you to relieve boredom and relax my mood. What, do you have an opinion?"
Ward Meachum's eyes rolled around. His clever IQ had taken the high ground again.
Something is not right, very not right!
If he had really agreed to that group of people to kill him and his sister, to avoid delays causing trouble, he should have acted long ago. Why would he still be in the mood to tease him?
So—
"You're not going to kill us?"
"Killing you is something I can do anytime!"
Samuel's eyes widened, and the crimson Hot Ray instantly burned through the rope tied around Ward Meachum's wrist.
Ward Meachum shivered in fright, stumbling back a few steps, his eyes wide, rubbing his wrist which felt slightly scorched.
"You—" Joy Meachum was about to cry out in surprise when the same Hot Ray precisely burned through the rope on her hands.
This made her instantly shut her mouth tightly.
"If you don't see ten cargo ships of the same specifications docked here in a month, wash yourselves clean and wait for death."
"Any questions?"
"No, no questions, absolutely no questions!"
With the tables turned and having escaped death, Ward Meachum's head shook like a rattle-drum.
"Get lost."
Samuel waved his hand, and Ward Meachum, pulling his sister, excitedly prepared to leave.
Just as he opened the door, Ward Meachum hesitated and turned back, saying, "Um, this is my family's ship, I—"
"Huh?"
"I mean, can you let the others go too? We can leave together and ensure everyone's safety."
"Scram."
"Okay, okay, we're leaving now."
Ward Meachum could tell that Samuel had agreed.
More than ten minutes later.
Ward Meachum and his sister, along with the others who had been held captive, were driven off the cargo ship.
"What—what happened here?"
"Did a war break out?"
"No, I can't take it anymore, ugh—"
As soon as they got off, they were stunned.
The originally flat and wide ground now had an inverted conical pit, with several winding cracks and dense bullet casings nearby.
Hundreds of people with fearful expressions and trembling bodies, mouths shut, silently and wordlessly carried horrifying corpses that looked as if they had been cut by something.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and burned flesh, mixed with a faint hint of the sea, making it pungent and nauseating.
The siblings exchanged glances, telepathically thinking of those crimson eyes from just now.
It was him, he did it!
He, what kind of person is he!
Joy Meachum was still somewhat fearful, but a cunning glint flickered in Ward Meachum's steady eyes.
Who he is isn't important; what's important is that he is very strong, strong enough to be called a demon god!
If he's around, facing those who want our lives won't be a problem anymore.
The group left the dock without daring to breathe heavily, and Ward Meachum immediately contacted his Father, telling him what had happened.
Not long after, several private helicopters picked them up, taking them away from Madripoor, a place they would never forget.
At the same time.
Samuel, having arranged everything, also took the Female Winter Soldier and prepared to return to Na Du Tong.
Originally, he had planned to bring back the Female Winter Soldier, Monk Winter Soldier, and Big Beard Winter Soldier together.
However, Madripoor still had a lot of follow-up work and needed manpower, so he simply brought back only the Female Winter Soldier.
Not only that, the newly refreshed serum was given to Dottie and White Queen, two doses each.
That should be enough for the initial stage.
...
Na Du Tong.
Samuel and the Female Winter Soldier appeared on the third floor, in his room.
"Snap!"
Turning on the light, the brightness dispelled the darkness, and Samuel felt inexplicably guilty.
He had been away longer this time than when he went to The Boys World last time, and he hadn't specifically said goodbye when he left.
Jessica would probably complain again.
Putting down his backpack, Samuel took the Female Winter Soldier downstairs.
All the lights were off; Jessica and Claw Woman must have already gone to sleep.
After settling the Female Winter Soldier.
Returning to his room, Samuel summoned Friday and simply asked about the business situation and Mister Negative's performance.
Regarding business, it was neither hot nor cold.
Na Du Tong was a new company after all, without endorsements from celebrities or large enterprises, so many clients, even if they had business needs in this area, would wait and see for a while.
At the very least, they needed to be convinced that Na Du Tong had the ability to transport valuable goods; otherwise, if the goods were robbed or stolen, even with compensation, the goods would still be gone.
Mister Negative's performance was quite good; he was diligent, worked efficiently, and was quick-witted.
Almost a third of the business was proactively sought out by him.
Speaking of which, he was currently the only one in Na Du Tong with social experience and capability.
The next day, early morning.
Samuel was blocked at his room door by Jessica Jones, who was staring at him without speaking.
"Morning."
Samuel tentatively greeted her, but Jessica Jones remained unmoved, still staring intently at him.
Playing the silent game, huh?
Fine.
"I'm going to buy some oranges; you stand here and don't move."
Samuel instantly teleported behind Jessica Jones.
What could Jessica Jones do?
She could only break her act!
"What's with that woman?" Jessica Jones turned around and asked with a cold snort.
Samuel smiled and shook his head.
"Your tone is like you caught me cheating. She's an employee I picked up, just like you and Claw Woman. I'll have her temporarily follow you to get familiar with the business later."
"Oh right, her combat experience is very rich. If you're willing, you can learn a few moves from her."
Jessica Jones pouted and complained, "You're quite good at picking things up."
Samuel laughed.
Of course I'm good at picking things up; didn't you know I got rich by picking things up?
"How has Ximeizi been recently? Can she communicate yet?"
Samuel hadn't forgotten that the main purpose of being away for so long this time was to fix the Time Controller and tame Ximeizi.
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