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She raised her head, her professional smile still present, but something began to burn deep within her azure eyes, carrying a hint of mischievous challenge.

She leaned slightly forward, her elbows casually resting on her knees.

This movement made her already tight and alluring hips, which were covered by a short skirt, even more taut, and her black-stockinged legs, clad in sharp boots, were also more prominently displayed in Hawke's eyes.

She gently wiggled her toes, the heels making a soft rustling sound on the carpet.

“We’ve finished discussing business,” her voice lowered slightly, no longer the crisp, professional tone of before, but tinged with a hint of hoarseness, like a feather gently brushing against the skin. “Mr. Hawke, would you like to… talk about something else?”

Hawke put down his water glass and fixed his gaze on her.

An invisible string in the air was gently plucked.

"Others?" he countered, his voice rising slightly at the end, with a knowing smirk. "For example? Does Miss April have any other exclusive questions?"

April did not answer immediately.

She slowly, with the air of displaying a work of art, changed the position of her crossed legs—one foot gracefully lowered, while the other leg was slightly raised, the knee bent, and the toes lightly touching the ground.

Her body tilted slightly, revealing the lines of her long legs wrapped in black stockings, the curves outlined by the edge of her short skirt from bottom to top, creating an alluring silhouette.

Her gaze, however, remained fixed on Hawke's face with a hook-like quality.

“Mr. Hawke…” she began, her voice lower, almost as if whispering in his ear, “On the day we were being hunted, I learned so many of your secrets, the superhero ‘King’? Don’t you want to know my secrets?”

Unconsciously, her fingertips pressed against the area below her collarbone, a gesture full of ambiguous invitation.

"uh-huh?"

Hawke stiffened slightly as a sign of politeness.

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The effortless sense of control I had during the press conference has vanished, replaced by an ignited, highly aggressive heat.

He stood up almost immediately, his tall figure instantly creating a strong sense of oppression, and strode to April's sofa in a few steps.

With just a slight lowering of his head, he easily caught her breath, and all the verbal sparring about the exclusive interview vanished into a silent yet fiery clash.

The red light on the recorder went out, and the only things left in the world were the lingering scents and warming skin deep within the sofa.

S.H.I.E.L.D. New York, Fury's office

"Sir, the energy analysis results are in." Coulson strode in, carrying the test results from the Xavier's Institute, his tone confident.

"The heat rays from Hawke in the video have absolutely no connection to Cyclops Scott Summers from Xavier's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Fury was looking at the financial news flash on the screen about the change of ownership of TCRI, his brow furrowed.

"Zero correlation? Explain in detail."

“Summers’s power originates from unknown cosmic rays, which are stable and controllable. Hawke’s… is a pure and extremely high-temperature ray!” Coulson spoke very quickly.

Fury was silent for a few seconds, staring at Hawke's figure in front of the TCRI building on the screen with his one eye.

“…This guy…” he muttered, slamming his fist on the control panel!

"Natasha only discovered several secret factories of TCRI yesterday, and they've already been swallowed up?! It's only been a few days?! TCRI is worth billions of dollars! It's not a convenience store on the street!"

Even Fury, who had seen it all, was taken aback by Hawke's incredible speed in swallowing everything in his mouth.

"Any news yet about our two agents stationed at Columbia University?"

Coulson shook his head regretfully.

Fury sighed: "But... we didn't lose out either."

He brought up another interface, which contained an analysis report on the alien technology fragments and Foot Clan equipment seized during "Operation Iron Curtain".

"A bunch of alien technology junk, enough for us to reverse engineer for a while. Hawk... I'll expose your dirty secrets sooner or later! Keep a close eye on him!"

An old manor in Europe

Alexander Pierce elegantly set down his black tea. Opposite him stood the company's representative, Keigo Ishikawa, an elderly man with sharp, cold eyes, dressed in an elegant kimono.

“Mr. Pierce,” Ishikawa’s voice was calm but barbed, “your influence in the United States seems to be so weak that you can’t even deal with a madman who destroyed the Busan base? Hawk Lane, and my two traitorous experimental subjects, Koo Ja-yoon and Shin Si-ah, must pay the price as soon as possible!”

Pierce smiled, his expression impeccable: "Mr. Ishikawa, anger has clouded your judgment. Hawke's power is unpredictable, and to launch a major offensive in New York now would be tantamount to inviting disaster and exposing our precious 'Witch Project.' Revenge requires strategy and timing."

"Timing?" Ishikawa's lips curled into a sneer. "I know what you're worried about! Our company's roots are in East Asia and Europe. What you're worried about is nothing to me! If you're going to be timid, we'll handle it ourselves!"

Pierce's smile remained unchanged: "Caution is the cornerstone of victory. New York is a powder keg right now, and Hawke is the spark. We shouldn't ignite it ourselves."

He skillfully performed Tai Chi, his mind focused on the Insight Plan, determined not to let the organization's revenge disrupt his plans.

"Hmph!" Ishikawa suddenly stood up, his kimono fluttering slightly.

"Our paths diverge! Since your organization values ​​its reputation so much, then we'll crush Hawke in our own way! Goodbye!"

He bowed slightly, his movements precise yet full of contempt, and then turned and left.

Pierce's eyes turned slightly cold.

“Foolish little life…” he muttered to himself. After leaving, he immediately connected to an encrypted communication device: “Closely monitor all of our operations in the United States. If things get out of control… if necessary, wipe out all the trail.”

Leaving the castle, Pierce got into a black car and looked out at the gloomy European sky.

Hawk Lane... a troublesome piece that has stirred up the whole board.

We cannot stop the anger of our organization; we can only try our best to guide and distance ourselves from it.

Now, he could only hope that his organization was stupid enough, or that Hawke Lane was crazy enough, to muddy the waters further and buy Hydra enough time.

The next day, Hawke and Gu Ziyun arrived at Staten Island.

Christina Aguilera's villa is located in a secluded and scenic bay on Staten Island.

When Hawke drove in, the villa's owner, like a cheetah that had been waiting for its prey, was wearing a silk robe that perfectly accentuated his curves, barefoot, and leaning lazily against the Roman columns of the porch.

The evening sea breeze ruffled her long golden hair, and the setting sun gilded her with a golden edge, making her beauty extremely aggressive.

“OMG…The Lion King of Wall Street has finally arrived on my little island?” Christina Aguilera’s voice was languidly husky as she greeted Hawke with a beaming smile, giving him a warm hug without any hesitation, her voice carrying the alluring scent unique to mature women.

Hawke responded naturally, his hand tracing across her smooth back, the familiar warmth instantly igniting certain memories.

“Kerry, you’re still as impressive as ever.” His gaze swept over the meticulously arranged setting—chilled champagne, the faint strains of jazz music, and the undisguised desire in her eyes.

"Not as impressive as you were to me, Hawke."

She pulled him inside, only then noticing Koo Ja-yoon following behind Hawke, looking around like a curious child.

A barely perceptible scrutiny and slight wariness flashed in Christina Aguilera's eyes.

"Who is this?"

“My capable assistant, Gu Ziyun,” Hawke introduced casually. “Ziyun, this is Ms. Christina Aguilera, our warm hostess.”

"Hi~" Gu Ziyun waved innocently, her attention quickly drawn to a uniquely shaped flamingo sculpture by the pool.

Christina Aguilera raised an eyebrow, her smile still alluring, but her tone carried a different meaning: "Oh? It seems our Mr. Eye of the Storm... has developed a unique taste?"

She glanced meaningfully at Gu Ziyun's not-so-handsome face.

Hawke chuckled, leaned close to her ear, and said in a deep, dangerously magnetic voice, “Don’t worry, Christina. ‘Hurricane’ will always be one of a kind.”

These words were like a switch, instantly igniting a flame in Christina Aguilera's eyes.

Meanwhile, at AIM headquarters, Dr. Killian's core laboratory for Project Extremis.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, burnt smell, and an indescribable metallic odor, similar to that of an overloaded circuit board.

On the huge screen wall, complex and obscure gene sequence maps and neuronal firing models flow.

Several researchers in white lab coats held their breath, staring at a test subject on the central experimental table who was convulsing violently and whose body was emitting an unstable orange-red glow. Sweat soaked their backs.

Dr. Aldridge Killian stood in front of the control panel, his eyes behind his glasses bloodshot, his tightly pursed lips revealing a suppressed ruthlessness.

He had just personally adjusted the latest stabilizer formula and was now intently watching the test subject's vital signs data.

"Hold on... hold on!" he growled hoarsely, his finger hovering over the emergency freeze button. He was determined not to give up any data until the very last moment.

At this critical moment—

“Doctor! Doctor!!” Project assistant Maya Hansen practically stumbled in, her face deathly pale, clutching her tablet tightly. “TCRI! Lane Capital has taken control of TCRI... They... They’ve issued a statement!”

Killian didn't even turn his head, his tone extremely impatient: "Can't you see I'm busy? What statement? Get them out of here! Our experiment..."

"They unilaterally terminated all cooperation!" Maya's voice trembled with tears as she shoved the tablet right in front of Killian's eyes. "Everything! Technical support, raw material supply, expert deployment... all cut off! Official statement!"

On the tablet screen was the announcement that TCRI's official website had just released, bearing the new company's seal.

The title is concise and powerful: "Lian Capital's Statement Regarding the Termination of Cooperation with Pioneer Technologies (AIM)".

Killian immediately grasped the core message:

[...During a comprehensive compliance review, we discovered significant ethical risks in some collaborative projects, which are seriously inconsistent with our company's new values ​​and business philosophy...Effective immediately, we are unilaterally terminating all cooperation agreements...We reserve the right to pursue legal action...]

“Ethical risks??” Killian snatched the tablet, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, his voice suddenly rising, “Ethical risks?! Our research is about creating the future! It's about pushing the limits! Hawk Lane? That greenhorn? What does he know about science?!”

"boom!"

In a fit of rage, Killian slammed the tablet to the ground! The expensive device shattered instantly, fragments flying everywhere.

The loud noise startled everyone in the laboratory, and even the experimental subject on the experimental table, which was on the verge of exploding, seemed to freeze for a moment.

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“Bullshit values! Bullshit Ryan Capital!” Killian’s chest heaved violently as he paced back and forth in front of the control panel like a caged beast driven mad with rage. “Who do they think they are?! Without my ‘Desperate Situation,’ without TCRI’s technical support… wait!”

He suddenly stopped, his bloodshot eyes fixed on a flashing warning light on the control panel, indicating the stock of a critical neural interface stabilizer—one of the core raw materials exclusively supplied by TCRI, and the stock was about to run out!

“Where are our experts? Where is the joint testing we’re doing?” He turned sharply to Maya Hansen.

Maya took a step back, startled by the terrifying glint in his eyes, her voice trembling: "I just...I just received a notification...all the TCRI expert teams stationed at AIM were evacuated within half an hour! The reason given was...to return to headquarters for a report! The lab...has also had all data access forcibly cut off!"

“Damn it!” Killian spat out the two words through gritted teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

He felt a surge of evil fire rushing to the top of his head, and his vision went black.

Hawke's move was ruthless!

They withdrew the technology, cut off the raw materials, removed the experts, and even publicly slapped him in the face in the name of "ethics"!

This is practically driving the "desperate" project to its doom!

"Doctor! Doctor! Subject S-77..." a researcher cried out in terror.