Wait... bro!
Miss Makima!
Boss! Ancestor!
I'm a freaking straight man!!!
I don't freaking like 'fencing'!!!
Bronski roared frantically in his heart, even feeling an urge to flee the scene immediately.
But... he didn't dare.
In the face of the Control Devil's orders, he couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
Even if there were a mountain of knives or a sea of fire ahead... he would actually prefer a mountain of knives or a sea of fire...
Even if what lay ahead was a... man, he had to bite the bullet and go for it.
And so, this former Soldier King, a super monster capable of going toe-to-toe with the Hulk, could only wear a bitter face more wretched than crying; with trembling hands, he began to slowly unbutton his black suit jacket.
Bronski was a prime example of looking slim in clothes but being muscular underneath; as he moved, his granite-like muscles, forged through years of hellish military training, were exposed to the air without reservation.
A magical scene occurred.
The delicate-looking male cellmate in the corner, who had been scared out of his wits, miraculously stopped trembling after seeing Bronski's visually impactful masculine physique; not only was he no longer afraid, but even his breathing became rapid.
His eyes stared straight at Bronski's pectoral muscles, and he swallowed hard as if he were looking at a world-class delicacy.
On the other hand, Bronski, who was preparing to 'commit the act,' had a face full of despair.
He felt as though his dignity as a veteran of decades and as a man had scattered with the wind at this moment.
There was no choice; ever since being controlled by Makima, his dignity, his soul, and even his physical body no longer belonged to him.
Hammer, slumped on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.
Wait!! What the hell!!
Why is there a 'bull' involved too!!!
Watching that barbarian approach his little darling step by step, Hammer felt his heart bleeding.
But with his limbs broken and suffering from excessive blood loss, his consciousness was beginning to blur; how could he possibly stop this?
No...
Not that kind of thing, please no!
"Get away! You unevolved gorilla! Don't touch him!"
Hammer's eyes were nearly bursting as he used the last of his strength to curse Makima and Bronski, but just as Bronski suppressed his disgust and reached out with a calloused, rough hand to pinch the shy chin of that delicate cellmate—
Justin Hammer finally broke down.
"Stop! I beg you! Stop now!"
Hammer closed his eyes in despair, tears mixing with blood as they flowed down, letting out the most piercing plea: "I don't want Hammer Industries anymore! You can rename the company whatever you want! The blueprints! The technology! I'll give it all to you! I'll listen to everything you say!! Just let him go!!"
Makima smiled.
Su Modie grinned.
This Hammer guy turned out to be quite the romantic fool.
Tony, oh Tony, you've really lost out big time!
Hearing Hammer's heart-wrenching plea for mercy was like hearing heavenly music to Bronski; he jerked his hand back as if struck by lightning, jumped back two large steps, and patted his chest in lingering fear, cold sweat dripping down from his temples.
That was close.
Just a little bit more, and if he had actually gone through with it, his lifelong purity would have really been surrendered in a godforsaken place like Seagate Prison.
However, before Bronski could even catch his breath, he looked down and met the gaze of that delicate male cellmate.
The other party didn't look relieved to have survived a disaster; instead, he tilted his head slightly, and an unmaskable hint of... disappointment flickered in the corners of his eyes?
The veins on Bronski's forehead throbbed.
Wait... what the hell are you disappointed about, hey!
Bronski had a stomach full of curses stuck in his throat, but since Makima was right there, he could only grind his molars until they creaked, frantically cursing these perverts filled with a 'philosophical' aura in his heart.
Makima ignored the farce.
With the crisp sound of her high heels, she walked up to Hammer.
At this moment, Hammer lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, his dilated pupils staring at the red-haired woman before him—breathtakingly beautiful yet horrifyingly ruthless.
Makima looked down at him from above, her pale green eyes reflecting an almost divine indifference.
Then, under Hammer's terrified gaze, a strange ripple suddenly appeared across Makima's flat abdomen.
A pitch-black, cold chain burst out from her belly.
Before Hammer could even squeeze half a syllable out of his throat, the black chain plunged irresistibly into his abdomen.
Hammer's body twitched violently, his eyes rolling back; when he opened them again, his previous panic and anger had vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented, almost morbid fervor and loyalty.
That look was exactly like a paranoid fanatic finally kneeling at the feet of his one true god.
Makima seemed satisfied with this new 'collectible' and lightly clapped her hands.
In the next second, a platinum-colored spark portal rose in the center of the room, instantly illuminating the dim and deathly silent visitation room.
The male cellmate's eyes widened in stunned amazement.
A moment later, the heavy iron door was pushed open from the inside.
Makima stepped into the hallway looking as composed as ever, with Bronski following close behind, while Hammer—who had been screaming heart-wrenchingly just moments ago—walked out step by step, supported by the male cellmate.
The Warden, who had been waiting outside the door, was instantly dumbfounded.
His cloudy eyes stared at Justin Hammer.
What happened?
Weren't the screams inside just now more miserable than a pig being slaughtered?
But now Hammer, aside from some bloodstains on his prison uniform and a slight limp, was glowing with health and high spirits; there was even a strange, peaceful smile on his lips. How did he look like he had been tortured at all?
The Warden was utterly confused.
Since you haven't lost a single hair, what the hell were you screaming so heart-wrenchingly about in there?
Filled with doubt, the Warden instinctively looked at Bronski, who was walking last.
At this moment, Bronski was irritably and awkwardly tugging at his disheveled black suit jacket, which he hadn't even managed to put on properly yet.
The Warden was stunned for a moment; his gaze lingered for two seconds on Bronski's solid muscles that almost burst through his shirt and his disheveled, pathetic appearance, then looked back at Hammer, who was being carefully supported by the male cellmate and walking with somewhat unsteady steps.
A flash of inspiration hit the Warden!
Oh—
So that's how this interrogation method works.
A 'knowing' expression immediately surfaced on the Warden's face, and he very tactfully pressed himself against the wall and quietly took half a step back.
Bronski keenly caught the Warden's meaningful gaze.
He clenched his fists and covered his forehead in pain, feeling the gazes of the prison guards gradually becoming strange, suggestive, and even somewhat distant; he just wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
It's over.
Everything is freaking over.
His lifelong reputation and his image as a battle-hardened tough guy were likely ruined once and for all today.
With this, Justin Hammer was officially controlled by Makima.
The second member of the Thunderbolts has officially taken his place.
But as for the price...
It was a bit heavy for Bronski.
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