Hammer panicked.
He couldn't help but take two steps back, swallowed hard, and shouted with blustering bravado, "This... this isn't right! Isn't your S.H.I.E.L.D. a government organization?! I'm warning you... I have people in high places... I..."
"Wait... what are you doing... don't come over here! Guard! Where the hell did the guards go!"
Bronski ignored his clamoring entirely, merely closing in step by step with that hair-raising, wicked grin.
...
Outside the door.
...
Miss Makima leaned against the wall with a calm expression, idly raising her right hand to admire her neatly trimmed nails. Beside her, the Warden was clutching a handkerchief, frantically wiping the cold sweat that kept pouring from his forehead.
Hearing the shrill, pig-slaughtering screams coming from the visitation room, the Warden's legs shook uncontrollably.
He opened his mouth several times to say something, but whenever he summoned the courage to look at Miss Makima, she would only give him a casual, cold glance.
Just that one look.
The Warden felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar; he fell silent as a cicada in winter, not daring to utter another word.
Before long, the screams inside gradually weakened, turning into pained groans and whimpers.
Miss Makima estimated the time was about right and reopened the iron door.
As the door opened, a thick scent of blood wafted out.
Inside the visitation room, the once arrogant and overbearing Hammer was now slumped in a corner, his face bruised and swollen. His black-rimmed glasses were smashed to pieces, and nosebleeds mixed with tears smeared his entire face, which was swollen like a bloated pig's head.
It was likely even his own mother wouldn't recognize him now.
Bronski didn't seem to have had his fill yet; he shook the blood off his fists and stood back behind Miss Makima with excitement.
Miss Makima walked up to Hammer in her high heels, looking down at him with a cold, condescending gaze.
Yes, that kind of look.
"So, have you cleared up the situation now, Hammer?"
But to everyone's surprise, this arms dealer—who usually looked like a dandyish coward who feared death—actually displayed an amazing amount of backbone at this moment!
Even after being beaten into such a miserable state, Hammer still gritted his teeth and roared through his leaking mouth:
"I... I want... my Hammer Industries! Cough, cough... That's mine..."
A flash of surprise crossed Miss Makima's eyes. She even raised her hand slightly and gave two soft claps, as if praising his courage. But immediately after, her next words made Hammer feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar once again.
"Your bones are quite stiff, not bad..."
Miss Makima calmly instructed Bronski behind her.
"Break all the bones in his limbs, and then do whatever you want with him. Just leave him with a single breath."
Hammer was completely dumbfounded.
Wait! Again?
For real?
Watching Bronski walk over step by step, the toughness Hammer had just shown vanished instantly. He curled into a ball like a frightened quail: "No... no! You can't do this!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs, "I still have value! My head is filled with the most advanced weapon blueprints! If I'm ruined, your S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely regret it!"
Facing this pale and weak threat, Miss Makima let out a dismissive chuckle.
A moment later, accompanied by a wave of inhuman screams ten times more shrill than before echoing through the visitation room, the Warden outside was so terrified he collapsed onto the floor, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
Good heavens! Dear lord!
Is your S.H.I.E.L.D. here to interrogate a prisoner, or to find someone to torture for fun?!
When did Director Fury get such a ruthless woman under his command, one more terrifying than a demon!
It's so damn scary!
The Warden was only glad that he wasn't the Hammer inside.
After a while longer, the screams completely subsided.
Miss Makima stepped back inside with her elegant gait.
At this point, Hammer's limbs were twisted at bizarre angles. He lay limp on the ground like a pile of mud, with a shocking pool of blood spreading beneath him. But the shocking thing was—
Even in this state of living death, his leaking mouth still mumbled like a dream, refusing to let go:
"Hammer Industries... mine... Hammer Industries..."
Wow, he really is a tough guy!
Su Modie, far away in New York, couldn't help but marvel as she witnessed this scene through Miss Makima's eyes.
This guy's obsession with the name "Hammer Industries" is simply too deep!
No wonder that despite being a clownish figure, he could stubbornly hold the second-highest position in the arms industry, second only to Tony Stark.
It seems this greasy man really does have a bit of a mad talent that ordinary people lack.
Miss Makima looked at the pile of mud on the ground that still refused to yield. Her brow twitched slightly, and her gaze suddenly landed on the corner—
There, Hammer's handsome male companion had long been scared out of his wits by the bloody and brutal scene. He was huddled in the corner hugging his knees, shaking like a leaf.
Just then, a spark of inspiration hit Su Modie, and a wicked idea suddenly popped into her mind.
Sensing this, Miss Makima curled her lips into a smile and gave Bronski behind her a meaningful look, then tilted her chin to signal him toward the male cellmate cowering in the corner.
Seeing Bronski's massive frame begin to move, the half-dead Hammer suddenly seemed to have a surge of final strength. He abruptly lifted his blood-covered head and let out a roar: "Don't! Don't touch him! Stay away from him!"
Miss Makima smiled.
So you like protecting your family, do you?
"Bronski," Miss Makima spoke airily.
"Yes, Miss Makima. What are your orders?"
Bronski stopped in his tracks and looked down with a wicked smile, thinking Miss Makima wanted him to beat someone up again.
Miss Makima extended a finger and pointed at the terrified, handsome young man, the smile on her lips deepening.
"Considering your good performance lately, let's call this a reward."
"This young man is yours. Right here, have your way with him."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire visitation room fell into a deathly silence.
The handsome male cellmate in the corner turned deathly pale instantly, and the mangled Hammer on the ground widened his eyes.
But the most bewildered person wasn't this pair of ill-fated lovers, but Bronski standing right there.
That relatively handsome face was now filled with disbelief and confusion.
Bronski:...?
Huh?
No...
Eh?
Wait! Wait!
What did Miss Makima just say?!
This man... belongs to him?! And he has to... 'do him' right here?!
Is this the "belongs to him" he thinks it is?!
Is this the "do him" he understands it to be?!
Bronski stiffly turned his neck and looked back at Miss Makima, trying to find a trace of a joke on her face.
However, Miss Makima only returned an elegant and certain smile and nodded at him. The meaning couldn't be clearer—yes, it's exactly what you think. Go on, unleash your wild side on him. I'm rooting for you~
An elegant and certain smile
In that split second, for Bronski...
The sky collapsed...
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