"Ah!"
"Oh my God!"
"Violent Heisenberg is so cool!"
"Poor guy, Heisenberg's tossing him like a pillow!"
"He's tough, barely bleeding after all that!"
"Heisenberg's power is insane!"
"That guy looks so weak. Did he just say he's a god?"
"Yeah, a weak god!"
Once Heisenberg started swinging Loki around like a sack of rice, the situation completely changed.
Initially, the spectators believed Heisenberg would win, but they still worried about the fight's outcome.
But now…
The crowd was ecstatic, no longer fearing any so-called god. They could enjoy the chaos!
Unlike them, at the Ehrenburg Restaurant, about two kilometers away…
…Three minutes earlier…
Just after Heisenberg punched Loki away, the elites' troubles began.
Heisenberg taking Loki elsewhere spared the restaurant from becoming a battlefield.
But there was still Black Widow inside!
Honestly, regarding Natasha, the so-called elite agent…
Even with her impressive record against Thanos in the movies,
In Heisenberg's eyes,
If you don't provoke me, we're both happy, and we can even be happy together occasionally.
But if you provoke me…
Someone who can be reduced to tears with one punch isn't worth worrying about.
So, Heisenberg didn't care about Natasha, leaving her in the restaurant.
The moment Loki was blasted away, the elites still able to watch instinctively cheered.
But after cheering, chaos erupted.
Blood, screams, and chaos left most women hysterical.
"Ahhhh!!!"
"Oh God!!!"
"Fuck! My ribs are broken!"
"Nice one, uh, I mean Heisenberg!"
"That attack was too sudden! There are many casualties here!"
"Damn, call an ambulance!"
The noise was overwhelming, their former elegance forgotten.
In the face of disaster, these so-called American elites lacked the matching morality and composure.
Women?
Children?
Elderly?
No one cared about those who should be prioritized for rescue.
The wealthy scrambled, calling their personal doctors or demanding hospitals send ambulances.
Some, possibly delusional, even tried to maintain their dignity amidst the chaos!
A fat man in a custom suit, with a pearl-adorned tie, rubbed his chest and stomach while kicking a waitress.
"Damn bitch, don't you know to call the police? What's wrong with Ehrenburg, hiring useless people like you!"
After kicking her, he cursed, startling the dazed waitress.
Her pain and fear were replaced by years of training.
She bowed respectfully to the fat man, blood pooling around her.
She intended to apologize to the famous Wall Street investor, then call the police.
But as she bent over, she realized she couldn't straighten up.
She felt countless fluids gushing from her abdomen and lungs.
The fluids filled her throat, spraying everywhere!
Only then did the waitress remember why she clutched the tray so tightly.
She had worked so hard to deliver the first auction item—Cinderella's glass slippers from a Disney live-action film.
The shoes she'd dreamed of trying on.
They were shattered!
Along with her dreams.
Her pitiful dream of secretly trying them on, not daring to bid for them.
Sadly, even in death, she didn't realize how she'd flown over twenty meters from the auction stage, crashing into the man who kicked her.
The man who kicked her was first shocked by the blood-spattered waitress, then began coughing up blood himself.
Action and reaction—the impact of the waitress crashing into him was immense.
Within seconds, the wealthy man collapsed, unable to get up.
Pain consumed him, and all he wanted was to kick the waitress again.
Why should he die because of her when he'd done nothing wrong?!
Amidst the chaos, Tony desperately shielded Pepper, trying to escape the crowd.
He even took two punches, remembering the bastard who hit him. That company would go bankrupt after today!
But as they neared the exit, gunshots and bullets forced them to stop.
The bullets hit the banquet hall doors, not far from them!
From the distant stage, Natasha, amidst screams, pointed her gun at the crowd.
She spoke loudly, ensuring everyone heard,
"I've been trained since age seven, killing nearly a thousand. Don't think you can dodge my bullets!"
As the words left her mouth, she twisted, dodging two bullets.
Mid-air, she adjusted her stance, firing two shots that blew off two security guards' heads.
"Look!"
Natasha landed, shouting at the crowd,
"That's the price of bravery!"
She walked toward the densest area—the banquet hall doors.
Along the way, she pointed her pistol at hesitant security guards.
She advised softly,
"Drop your weapons. You might lose your jobs, face compensation, or be held accountable.
But I think the first condition is that you're still alive!"
She shook her head, dissatisfied.
Most armed individuals had only pointed their weapons at the ground.
Natasha understood their reluctance to give up their last hope, but she wanted to be their final hope, hoping they'd surrender.
So, she aimed her gun at the nearest socialite.
"I understand your reluctance to surrender—it's your only source of courage.
But would you rather this poor girl die?"
Natasha approached the terrified girl, grabbing her neck.
"You're the banquet's security, right?
Trust me!
Failing to protect the elites tonight is far less severe than causing their deaths!"
She smiled coldly, holding the girl's neck, aiming the gun at her…
The scene felt icy to everyone.
"Bang!"
Natasha fired!
The bullet pierced the girl's organs, her expression shifting from terror to lifeless shock.
Natasha, her eyes black, smirked, pushing the dying girl to the ground.
"One down. The cost of one death is far less than two.
So, drop your weapons!"
This time, as her words ended, the room erupted with clattering sounds.
Countless weapons hit the floor!
But Natasha wasn't satisfied. She raised her pistol, blowing off the head of the second-closest person—an elderly man.
"You!!!"
"Damn it!"
"Fuck, we did what you said!"
"You're insane!"
The guards cursed in panic, but Natasha merely smiled.
"I said everyone! Everyone drop your weapons!!!"
She roared, silencing the curses.
Everyone looked around, spotting two people in the corner still holding weapons.
They were instantly surrounded by icy glares, hastily dropping their guns.
Near Natasha, the second victim's family went mad.
His daughter and wife, like wild animals, cursed the two guards who hadn't dropped their weapons.
"You devils! I'll kill you! You killed my husband!!!"
"My father was a senator, dedicating his life to this country, and you killed him!!!"
Hearing the senator's family's curses, Natasha smiled cruelly.
Controlled by the Mind Stone, she finally saw humanity's selfishness.
But among the masses, there were always those who dared to challenge the norm.
From the back, Tony tightly gripped Pepper's hand, then resolutely let go.
"Wait for me. I'll send you home!"
He said, turning back, walking through the crowd under Pepper's reluctant gaze.
He faced countless hateful and cold stares before reaching Natasha.
He spread his arms, feigning a hug, and said lightly,
"Wow, Natasha, I never knew you were this hot when you were my secretary!"
"It's you, Anthony Edward Stark!
Arrogant playboy, lonely soul, and Iron Man craving attention!"
Natasha observed Tony as she spoke.
After a moment, she confirmed he carried no dangerous items.
Her observation skills were top-notch.
She stopped, pointing the pistol at her head, and asked Tony,
"Are you seeking death by coming forward?"
"No, no, of course not!"
Tony smiled casually.
"I understand you, Natasha. You're creating an escape route for your new boss!
After all, we know your boss with Bambi-like antlers is no match for Heisenberg!"
Tony gestured at the crowd.
"But look around, Natasha. If he cared, he wouldn't have allowed this carnage!
These lives won't make Heisenberg hesitate—you're wrong!
Our Heisenberg isn't Metropolis's Clark Kent; they're fundamentally different.
If Clark were here, he'd surrender for the hostages.
But you're facing Heisenberg.
Heisenberg will avenge those you killed, against you and your new boss!
I'm here to propose a deal, Nat.
Let Pepper go. She should be home, waiting for me to marry her!
In exchange, I'll be your hostage and offer a way for Heisenberg to spare you and your boss.
Trust me, I can do it!"