While enjoying a leisurely sunbath, Victor was completely engrossed in digesting Taijiquan.
Time passed quietly, and the sun began to set.
Standing up invigorated, Victor, who had fully digested Taijiquan, was eager to go out tonight and "do good deeds."
I heard that Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan has a lot of criminals?
Brooklyn, where Spider-Man is, also seems to be very chaotic usually?
Thinking about where to find "safe" targets to practice on, Victor walked quickly to the dining room.
Wanda had already prepared a table full of delicious dishes and was sitting quietly in her seat, waiting, with even a hint of… shyness on her face?
Victor shook his head, suspecting that he had been sunbathing for too long and his eyes were damaged.
Why would Wanda be shy?
Sitting at the head of the table, Victor was about to announce the start of the meal as usual when he noticed that only he and Wanda were at the table; Felicia, who was always by his side, was nowhere to be seen.
Wanda had been carefully observing Victor's expression. Seeing his gaze sweep towards Felicia's usual seat, she immediately explained in a low voice.
"Hardy said there was an urgent matter at the company… Don't blame her. Recently, there have been a lot of company matters, and since you trust her, Hardy said she has to work hard to repay you."
Victor nodded understandingly and said "Let's eat" with a smile. The two silently began to enjoy their dinner.
No talking during meals, no talking during sleep—this was one of Victor's few rules.
Wanda ate dinner very quietly, but her attention remained on Victor.
She silently noted Victor's preference for each dish, and any dish Victor didn't touch at all would be put on her "blacklist."
Victor naturally noticed Wanda's small actions but felt nothing.
His family's private chefs in his previous life all did the same; he was used to it.
After dinner.
Felicia still hadn't returned, so Victor had to make tea by himself. It was leisurely, but he always felt a bit empty inside.
Perhaps he was used to Felicia's reports upon her return, and now that they were suddenly absent, he felt unaccustomed.
Victor pondered whether to remove Felicia from her position as Chairman's Assistant and let her return to being a life assistant… but then he decided against it.
It was rare for the young woman to have such drive, so he would let her be.
Anyway, for major or minor matters, Alice would remind him if necessary.
After finishing a pot of tea.
Victor got up, thinking it was time to go out and "stretch his muscles." He had already chosen the location: he would wander around Hell's Kitchen nearby.
His clothes rippled, and just as he was about to transform into "Superman," Wanda suddenly pushed open the door.
If Victor hadn't stopped the transformation quickly, "Superman's" true identity would have one more person in the know—though Victor didn't care.
His identities as "Superman" and "Cosmic Merchant" were all smoke bombs he had released; as long as they weren't made public, it didn't matter.
But Wanda was still too rash. What if she had stumbled upon other critical matters?
Victor said with a slight displeasure, "Wanda, remember to knock next time you come in."
It was just a mild reminder, not even a reprimand, but Wanda looked flustered and quickly bowed to apologize. Her cool summer clothes couldn't hide her ample assets.
Victor silently averted his gaze and asked, "What, is there something you need me for?"
"Ah, that, yes, there is something." Wanda tried hard to recall something, then drooped her head in frustration: "I, I forgot."
Victor was amused by Wanda's wronged expression.
She could forget that? How muddled!
Just as he was about to ask Alice if anything had happened, Wanda suddenly clapped her hands excitedly, her chest quivering with the motion.
"I remember! Oscorp Tower sent over a sunbathing machine, saying you ordered it. I came to ask you where to install it."
That fast?
Victor glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only 6:59 PM.
After all, it was once one of the three major military suppliers; Oscorp was still full of talented people. Building a machine in one day was enough.
"Where is it? I'll go take a look." Victor stood up.
Wanda led Victor to the hall, where there was no sign of any machine, only a Black man in an electrician's uniform. He stood very awkwardly in the corner, even slightly on his tiptoes, not daring to firmly step on the carpet.
Victor scanned the man's name tag: "Power Department - Max Dillon."
This name… the future Electro?
After Alice took control of Oscorp Tower, Victor had conducted a personnel audit within the tower.
Not many plot characters caught his attention.
The original designer of the Octo-tentacles had died of cancer last year, so the Octo-tentacles were destined to remain incomplete. If there was an opportunity in the future, he could have Tony or Banner complete them to see if they could be collected as a mission.
The only person with "commercial value" remaining was this awkward Black man in front of him. As a Genius with social anxiety, the entire New York power grid was designed by him.
But being talented doesn't mean one will achieve high success in the workplace.
His design achievements were appropriated by Oscorp Industries, and he himself was just an ordinary electrician at Oscorp Industries. Finally, on his birthday, his department manager asked him to work overtime to repair a power failure, which led to him falling into a tank of mutated electric eels, and by a one-in-ten-thousand chance, he was "electrified" into Electro.
A rechargeable man who doesn't generate lightning but only controls it, and in the end, he was forcibly overcharged by Spider-Man and exploded.
A tragic life.
Even if the "Electro Bloodline" was subpar, it was still an existence that could control lightning, and it had elementalization abilities similar to the "Rumble-Rumble Fruit." Victor naturally wanted to collect this item.
But this was reality, not a movie.
If Max was thrown into the mutated electric eel tank again, nine out of ten times he would be electrocuted into carbon. The chance of him transforming into Electro was minuscule.
So Victor hadn't paid him any more attention.
Now that the person had "delivered himself," he might as well collect him.
After all.
Putting aside his Electro identity, being able to design New York's entire secure power grid showed excellent talent.
It was just that his personality was too weak.
Looking at the constrained Max, Victor asked, "Where's the sunbathing machine?"
"Ah! What?" Max nervously looked up but didn't dare to make eye contact with Victor, instead looking submissively at Victor's shoetips: "The sunbathing machine is, is outside. I can't move it by myself. Could you, ah no, could you send someone to help move it to the place where it needs to be installed?"
Can't move it by himself?
That's right.
Victor had issued this task directly through Alice, not through upper management, so it probably wasn't taken seriously and was classified as "dirty work."
It wasn't surprising that this "dirty work" fell to Max in the end, but it was a bit strange that no one was willing to deliver it with him.
He really was being exploited to the extreme!
Sighing helplessly, Victor motioned for Max to lead the way.
Villas in New York weren't as luxurious as those in Los Angeles. Besides Victor and Wanda, there were only two maids responsible for daily cleaning. He couldn't possibly ask them to move it, could he?
The sunbathing machine wasn't light; they probably couldn't even move it.
He might as well do it himself.
Anyway, with his telekinesis, he wouldn't have to do it by hand; it was just a matter of walking a few more steps.