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The towering Hammer Industries building loomed against the night sky, its steel frame glistening under the cold glow of floodlights. Inside, the corridors stretched endlessly, polished floors reflecting the faint shimmer of neon signs. The air carried a sterile chill, as though the building itself rejected warmth.
On the upper aisle, Justin Hammer scurried forward, his posture bent like a loyal hound. His voice rang out, dripping with flattery:
"Mr. Jack, I never expected you to return so quickly. How many days have you not played outside? I truly admire you — India trembled before your magnificent feat. It was unprecedented, something no one could match, and the Indians were scared out of their wits."
Justin's words echoed in the vast hall, bouncing off the steel walls. His tone was exaggerated, almost theatrical, but beneath it lay genuine fear. He knew Jack's power was not something to be trifled with.
Jack smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You really think so?"
Justin's heart raced. He bowed deeper, eager to please. "Of course! Mr. Jack is truly the greatest personality under heaven — no, the greatest in the world, across all ages. The most flamboyant man alive!" His voice trembled with devotion, yet his mind whispered that survival demanded such shamelessness.
From the shadows, Hill's cold voice cut through the air like a blade: "I've never seen someone as shameless as you. Having people like you in America is simply a disgrace to U.S. citizens."
Justin froze, his body shrinking under Hill's piercing gaze. His lips quivered. "Mr. Jack… who is she?"
Jack's smile widened, playful yet dangerous. "She's from S.H.I.E.L.D."
The name alone sent shivers down Justin's spine. His knees nearly buckled. "S.H.I.E.L.D.? That mysterious organization?" His voice cracked. "Mr. Jack, you'll protect me, won't you?"
Jack's tone was calm, almost mocking. "What are you afraid of? Haven't you seen that they're already in my hands? Relax. As long as I'm here, no one dares touch a single hair on your head. No one will know anything… unless you dare to leak even a single word." His words carried the weight of thunder, leaving Justin trembling.
Justin quickly nodded, desperate to prove loyalty. "How could I dare? Absolutely not! As long as I follow you, Mr. Jack, I can live a happy life."
The White Queen, standing elegantly nearby, covered her mouth with a delicate hand and laughed softly. "Happy life? That sounds disgusting."
Justin ignored the insult, his eyes shining with false devotion. "To serve Mr. Jack is the happiest thing in my life."
Natasha's cold voice pierced the air: "Hammer, you really know how to hide."
Justin turned nervously, his eyes darting. "You? Where have we met?"
The White Queen's gaze was sharp, her tone dripping with disdain. "You've definitely seen her. Wasn't she one of the federal investigators who came for a surprise check eight months ago? I remember you were half-dead with fear then."
Justin's face flushed. "Ah, it was you! You suspected me back then. But I work myself to death for Mr. Jack — how could you accuse me?" His arrogance swelled, emboldened by Jack's presence. "Aren't you fierce? Yet now you're caught by Mr. Jack."
Natasha's eyes narrowed, her voice venomous. "Hateful! Hammer, don't let me find an opportunity, or you'll die miserably."
Justin puffed his chest, though his heart trembled. "I'm not afraid of you. Mr. Jack protects me." He glanced at Jack, seeking reassurance. "Mr. Jack, you won't let them kill me, right? I'm your best lackey."
Jack nodded slowly, his tone laced with amusement. "You are indeed my best lackey. But a dog must act like a dog. Barking too much only makes people tired of you."
Justin bowed deeply, nodding like a pigeon pecking grain. "Yes, yes, Mr. Jack's lesson is right."
Natasha sneered, her eyes filled with contempt. "I've never seen trash like you."
Justin shrugged, feigning indifference. "Scold me however you like. No one will know. Ordinary people only worship me, envy me."
Hill's voice was sharp, cutting through his arrogance. "You'll fall with Jack, trampled ruthlessly underfoot."
Justin laughed, his tone mocking. "Mr. Jack is too powerful. What you said will never happen. It's you who were defeated, trampled ruthlessly under his foot."
Natasha and Hill fell silent, their faces twisted with humiliation. The sting of defeat burned within them, yet they could not vent their rage.
Inside the top room, the White Queen's eyes glowed faintly, streams of data flashing across her irises. With a soft hum, the gate opened.
Justin, sensing his limits, quickly said, "Mr. Jack, you go inside and play. I'll guard the gate for you. Enjoy yourself."
Jack chuckled, patting Justin's head like one would a loyal pet. "Good. You're learning your limits better now. I praise you."
Justin's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, Mr. Jack. Your praise is my greatest honor."
Jack and his companions entered the room, the gate closing behind them with a heavy thud.
Justin stared at the sealed door, his face clouded with helplessness. Jack treated him like a dog — how could he truly be happy? Yet Jack's power was overwhelming, a devil too fierce to resist. Justin could only endure the shame silently, swallowing his pride like bitter poison.
Inside the room, Jack leapt onto the bed with casual arrogance. "Natasha, do you remember when I once offered you $100,000? You refused. Now I'll give you $1 million for one night."
Natasha's glare was sharp, her voice cold as steel. "If you offered money to kill you, I might actually consider it."
Jack smirked, his tone mocking. "If I paid you to kill me, would you then lie on my bed? Even if I died, would you come as a widow to my corpse? Truly worthy of the Black Widow — such heavy taste makes me admire you even more."
Natasha's chest rose with anger. She took a deep breath, her voice steady yet filled with disgust. "Don't project your filthy thoughts onto my body. I have no interest in you. Even seeing you disgusts me."
Jack's grin widened. "Really? But I think you're very interested. My hand's been itching to touch your backside lately." He raised his palm, staring at it with mock curiosity.
Natasha's fury ignited. She remembered the humiliation of Jack slapping her before, the sting of his arrogance. "Hateful! Don't raise that again!"
Jack laughed cheaply. "Whether I raise it or not, the fact remains."
Natasha's lips curled in disdain. "Snort. I won't waste words with you. I only want to ask—"
The White Queen interrupted slyly, her voice dripping with amusement. "You want to ask about the nano-cameras you planted in Hammer Industries?"
Natasha's eyes narrowed. "So you discovered them. No wonder."
The White Queen's smile was sharp. "When you planted those cameras, I already knew. I controlled them the first time, traced their terminal position, and broke your firewall with ease."
Natasha's voice was bitter, her pride wounded. "So I was used by you. Completely defeated."
The White Queen's tone was triumphant. "Defeat is normal in my hands. I am the strongest intelligence!" She mimicked Jack's arrogance, her voice filled with pride.
Natasha's heart sank. Against Jack, the White Queen, Alice, and Ada — four overwhelming forces — she was powerless. Since becoming an agent, this was her greatest setback. The weight of defeat pressed down on her, suffocating. She could only admit defeat, her spirit heavy with frustration.