Chapter Thirty-Eight: Surprise Me
was able to thwart the combined forces of Hydra and the Gucci family, and gain the upper hand, this big gamble, Director Baker won the gamble.
Rumlow swallowed his anger the whole time, suppressing his monstrous anger. But in the end, his things were safe and sound, the secret was not revealed, the purpose was achieved, and everything else was acceptable.
Although they agreed to very harsh conditions, the Gucci family captured the traitor, and after this incident, they not only further wooed Hydra, but Gucci himself and Rumlow also became more stable. In the case of Hydra's withdrawal, there is a lot of room for maneuvering, and in the future, Hydra's combat power will still be the Gucci family's dependence.
The three sides won and lost each other, but none of them reached the point of death.
failed to provoke the corrupt director, the tripartite melee between the underworld forces and the evil organization, and even indirectly contributed to the rise of the corrupt director's forces.
Losing is underestimating her opponent, losing is overestimating herself, but the main reason is because she knows that no matter whether this calculation can succeed or not, the one who wins in the end will definitely be her.
The duel between ordinary people and superpowers is extremely unfair in itself.
At this moment, outside the nightclub, Peter, who incarnated as Spider-Man, easily took down everyone, whether it was the corrupt cops and underworld helpers under Director Baker, or the Gucci family's subordinates, or even the well-trained fighters of Hydra, they were all subdued by Peter. The whole process was silent, and it didn't alarm the three people who were still in the nightclub at all.
Director Baker was in a good mood and ordered his men to remove the wine they hadn't drunk much before and replace it with a slightly more decent bottle.
It wasn't long before Belle pushed the door open with a tray containing a bottle of Macallan M1824 and three delicate vintage wine glasses.
The lights in the box were dim, and the three of them were all making their own little calculations, so no one paid attention to a waiter who came in to deliver the wine. It wasn't until Belle walked up to Director Baker, bent down slightly, and put down the bottles and glasses one by one that Director Baker noticed that the waiter was a little blind.
He looked up and down, and he didn't see his face because Belle's hair hung down when he bent over, but with this figure, it was already very rare.
"New here, haven't I seen you before?"
Director Baker laughed, and his right hand was about to slap Belle on the ass.
He didn't get anything.
Director Baker was stunned for a moment, and when he looked closely, he found that his right arm had been cut off from the shoulder, the incision was neat and smooth, and the direct photo was a complete musculoskeletal cross-section of the arm. It all happened so fast that he didn't even have time to feel the pain until his arm fell to the ground in slow motion, making a muffled thud, blood gushing out, and Director Baker's roar finally rang out.
"Ah!!!!!!!h
Belle flashed so that she wouldn't get bloody. She frowned slightly, looking at the scene in front of her, although it was very visually impactful, but this blood was spraying everywhere, it was really disgusting, and if there was too much blood, Director Baker would not survive, Belle promised Peter that he would never kill people indiscriminately.
She snapped her fingers, and a flame flashed at the point where Director Baker's arm was broken, the flame scorched the wound, and the smell of barbecue wafted out, and the bleeding stopped.
"Don't scream, it's noisy."
As if he had said what he said, Director Baker was really silent after saying this.
She arrived at a glass of wine and placed it to the left of Director Baker.
"Drink some, it's good for you."
She poured wine into the other two glasses, and handed one to Mrs. Gucci, who took it tremblingly, and held it as it was, unmoved.
Belle walked up to Rumlow with a third glass of wine.
"It's the first time we've met, but I think you've already known me."
Rumlow chuckled, and there was no expression on his scarred face under his helmet. He stood up, his majestic body like a sturdy wall.
And Belle, who was standing opposite him, although she was really 185 tall with the advantage of high heels, she weighed only 52 kilograms, and she still looked too slender and thin in front of strong men like Rumlow.
However, even with such a stark contrast, both Director Baker and Mrs. Gucci could see that it was Rumlow who was absolutely vulnerable.
Rumlow's whole body tensed, and he maintained the peak state of being able to shoot at all times. But he didn't dare to move, but Belle moved first, she hooked her fingers casually, and the two belonged to Rumlow, but the hydraulically assisted power gloves that he left in the car outside the nightclub appeared out of thin air and fell from the air into the blood sprayed by Director Baker.
Seeing this scene, Rumlow laughed very calmly.
"I want to cut him anyway, this one is mine."
He walked over, picked up his gloves and put them back on, and waved his fist aggressively, but he still didn't shoot at Belle, but was on guard.
"Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to kill you." Belle said.
Her demeanor was very relaxed, and she really didn't have any intention of making a move, and as she spoke, she actually sat down and took a sip of the whiskey in the quilt, only to choke and cough.
"This wine is still too strong to suit me," Belle said, putting her glass down and looking at Mrs. Gucci and Director Baker, "I still prefer something lighter." β
Mrs. Gucci finally recovered from the initial shock, she didn't see how Belle cut off Director Baker's arm, and she heard Rumlow talk about Belle's previous achievements, and confirmed with her own eyes that Rumlow was as arrogant as Rumlow didn't dare to make a move in the face of Belle. Although she still had a lipstick pistol in her hand, she held back.
So far, Belle has only chopped off Baker's arm, and that's only because Baker's hand is not honest. Judging from Belle's next performance, Mrs. Gucci guessed that there was still a possibility of negotiation.
"Like a light taste?" She asked, "Why don't you get someone to change your glass of sparkling water?" β
"You are looking for someone, I can't be trusted." Belle didn't even look at the gangster proprietress squarely, "If it weren't for your people messing around, I wouldn't have had to mix in all this." β
When Mrs. Gucci heard her say this, she thought she was blaming Blatter and his gang.
"My men have caused trouble for Miss, and I'll deal with them." Mrs. Gucci immediately relented, anyway, Geonia Blatter and they were already under the control of Director Baker's men, and she was going to clean them up.
"You're mistaken, I'm not talking about them." Belle said, "They didn't disobey your orders or steal anything from me. I gave them that hosta, and I arranged for them to go to Director Baker. Evading your surveillance and modifying the memories of a few people, for me, is very simple. β
None of the three people in the room dared to answer.
"I originally wanted to borrow a few of them to provoke a three-way battle between you, and save me from trouble, so I don't have to clean you up by myself. But I didn't expect that you guys were much stronger than me. Director Baker, your ambition, stratagem, and audacity are far beyond my imagination. Mrs. Gucci, I also admire your forbearance and determination. As for you, uh," Belle wanted to praise Rumlow, but she didn't think he had anything to boast about, so she could only say, "This muscle is pretty good." β
"I heard all the negotiations you just had." Belle continued, ignoring the reactions of these people, "To be honest, I feel like a failure, I obviously have superpowers far beyond you, I know everything, and I plan ahead, but I still can't completely control you. Just now, I suddenly realized one thing, I am a superpower, not a careerist. Although the ambition of the two of you is really not worth mentioning compared to my ability, what you do is quite interesting, and I want to play with you. β
Before Director Baker and Mrs. Gucci could react, Rumlow understood. Belle said "two" plainly, which was obviously nothing to do with Rumlow. Her attitude towards Hydra is very clear.
"Then it seems that I have nothing to talk about." Rumlow's fingers moved, and a short sword popped out of each of his two fists, "You don't really think I can't kill you, do you?" β
"The bulletproof vest you left outside with, I've already disposed of the bomb on it." Belle said, "Is there anything else you want to say?" β
Rumlow's heart instantly turned cold.
"Don't be nervous, I said it all, I didn't want to kill you, but I remember how your reformers dealt with my friend last time," Belle said, raising her left hand in the shape of a pistol and aiming it at Rumlow, "This one has to be returned!" β
As soon as the words fell, bullets from the Gatling gun actually flew out of Belle's fingertips, pouring wildly, and instantly shattering Rumlow's legs.
Just three seconds later, the silent machine-gun fire came to an abrupt end, and the bullets that had just flown off, the gushing tongues of fire, and even the bullet casings that had fallen to the ground disappeared, and everything was calm. Only Rumlow's bloody legs were still reminding Mrs. Gucci and Director Baker that everything was true.
Rumlow fainted in pain.
Belle kissed her fingertips and smiled with a particularly innocent smile on her face, like a model walking down the runway to face the camera. But such an innocent and lovely move, in the eyes of Gucci and Baker, is full of danger. This is like the method used by Baker to threaten Gucci and Rumlow, and Belle's hand shows her absolute authority that cannot be resisted.
"Let's get down to business."
Mrs. Gucci bit her lip and remained motionless. Director Baker struggled to sit up, and the pain of his broken arm could only endure.
"Madame Gucci, neither you nor the men you brought here today will be able to save it. However, the Gucci family has other forces, a large number of industries, and in the face of Jin Ji, how long can they last without you? β
"Director Baker, after a while, S.H.I.E.L.D. will arrive, and with that negotiation between you and you just now, your future will be ruined. However, you still have your family out there, and you don't know what your opponents will do if you lose power, right? I don't need to say much about what will happen to your family, right? β
Gucci and Baker looked at each other. These two old foxes, who have been crisscrossing for many years, never thought that one day they would be threatened by a little girl. The two exchanged glances, Gucci nodded slightly, and Director Baker asked:
"What do you want?"
"I want world peace, can you give it?"
This sentence directly choked Director Shell half to death. He didn't speak again, and looked at Mrs. Gucci.
"What do you need us to do?"
"Good question," Belle said, looking at Gucci and Baker earnestly, "and to be honest, I don't know." β
They felt like they had been tricked by Belle.
"I can easily know what you're thinking, but I can't understand why you're thinking the way you do. I should have just killed you and waited for S.H.I.E.L.D. to wrap it up. But I suddenly had an idea, it's a waste to just clean you up, why not use your talents to do something interesting? β
Belle paced back and forth, getting happier the more she walked.
"From the moment I walked into this room, no one could continue to spy on us, and I could treat everything I just said as if it didn't happen, as if you rejected it, or as if you accepted it. Depending on your attitude, there will be three different outcomes. You should understand. β
"I've shown you what I can do, and now, it's your turn."
βSurprise meγβ