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Having made $12 billion in one go, Hawke announced on the spot that every employee who participated in the project would be guaranteed a bonus of $20, which could be increased by 10% to 50% depending on participation, level and performance.

"thank you boss!"

Hawke: You're welcome

"Boss, you have such excellent taste!"

Hawke: You have a good eye too.

"Boss, I'm having a bachelorette party with my two best friends tonight, do you want to come?"

Hawke: Time and place!

"Fuck, I need to use it to pay off my mortgage."

Hawke: After paying off the mortgage, what about the rest of the money?

"The rest? I'll pay it back slowly."

The entire office was filled with jubilation.

Hawke watched the excited crowd, holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, his expression as calm as if he were admiring an ordinary landscape painting.

He tilted his head slightly, took a sip of the fragrant coffee, and his gaze fell on the undisputed number one.

"Hmm," he murmured to himself, his tone as relaxed as if he were commenting on a newly acquired trinket, "Not bad, time to go check out my spoils."

Emilia's cheeks were still flushed with excitement, like a ripe apple.

She glanced around; the traders were all in a state of excitement and celebration. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, she grabbed Hawke, who had just put down his coffee, with surprising strength, and dragged him to the quiet stairwell.

Hawke looked at her flushed face and a smug smile appeared on his lips. Before he could say anything, he was overwhelmed by Emilia's enthusiasm.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and with a triumphant elation and an irrepressible impulse, kissed him fiercely.

The kiss was passionate and impulsive, filled with the taste of an adrenaline rush.

Hawke chuckled and pressed her even tighter against the cold fire door.

The door made a slight clanging sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet stairwell.

"Ugh... door..." Emilia parted slightly, panting as she reminded them, her face even redder.

“Who cares?” Hawke’s voice was deep, and the movement of his hands made her tremble slightly. “My little princess has done a great service today and deserves a reward…”

Emilia's breathing became erratic; her previous excitement seemed to have found another outlet.

The "celebration" in the stairwell was reaching its most exciting and crucial moment when suddenly—

"Buzz buzz buzz..." Hawke's cell phone vibrated at an inopportune moment, the sound particularly jarring in the silence.

The two of them suddenly stopped moving.

Emilia, like a startled fawn, instantly buried her face in Hawke's chest, her shoulders trembling slightly, whether from laughter or nervousness, it was hard to tell.

Hawke cursed under his breath, then reluctantly pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen.

"...Damn it, Tony Stark, why is he calling all of a sudden?"

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but his hand still gripped Emilia's waist. He had to answer the phone with his other hand, and his voice instantly switched to a calm mode: "Tony? What's it that makes you, such a busy man, call me personally?"

Emilia clung to him like a koala, her ears perked up as she listened to the sounds on the phone.

She heard Hawke quickly reply, "...Next week? Pepper's birthday party?...Of course, I'm free...Hmm? It's important?...Okay, okay, I'll definitely be there. Please wish her a happy birthday for me...Alright, let's talk when we meet."

The call ended very quickly.

Hawke put his phone back in his pocket and looked at Emilia, who was in his arms with a curious yet slightly disdainful expression.

“Stark called personally just to invite you to his secretary’s birthday party?” Emilia’s voice was hoarse and incredulous, still tinged with emotion. “Pepper Potts’ birthday? Is it really worth getting involved with someone of your stature? Isn’t that making a mountain out of a molehill?”

Hawke paused, his hand already poised to continue the "reward," as Emilia's words suddenly reminded him...

He raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment.

Just a second.

His lips curled up again, revealing a knowing, wicked smile.

"Ha!" He chuckled, pinching Emilia's still-blushing cheek with his fingers. "This isn't making a mountain out of a molehill, this is an 'indulgence'! Understand?"

"Indulgences?" Emilia blinked in confusion.

"Ten thousand percent, Tony has definitely messed up again."

Hawke said confidently, with a hint of schadenfreude, "I bet... he's been caught red-handed by the media on a yacht on some Mediterranean island, surrounded by a bunch of hot supermodels or cover girls. Now, he needs a lavish birthday party to appease Chili Pepper and make amends for his mistake."

He shrugged, with a knowing look on his face.

"As for why he invited me? It's simple, it's all about showing off! The more important people he has to do, the more it shows how much he values ​​Chili Pepper, and the less of a jerk he seems. So, this isn't an invitation to me, it's just him using my name to please his wife."

Emilia suddenly realized and chuckled, "So that's how it is! Tsk tsk, this playboy with a 4.8 rating is still the same old playboy... Are you still going?"

“Go, why not?” Hawke raised an eyebrow, his eyes burning with renewed interest as his earlier interruption returned. “I love watching the drama unfold.”

There was one more thing he didn't say: Tony's party would definitely have a ton of young models and actresses, no less than a huge slut party.

Hawke tightened his arms, pressing their bodies together again. Emilia could even feel his hard, reawakened form.

“But our current ‘celebration’ is more important…” Hawke’s voice carried an irresistible allure as he lowered his head again, his tone even more intense and domineering than before.

“Tony’s mess? To hell with him!” he declared vaguely.

The cold fire door emitted another painful squeaking sound.

53 Xavier's Genius Academy [Requesting Flowers]

Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Quinjet de-camouflaged over Westchester County, New York, and landed smoothly on the wide lawn behind Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, as if tearing off an invisible veil.

The hatch slid open, and Agent Philip J. Coulson straightened his ever-present dark suit and tie, a signature, approachable yet impeccably polite smile on his face, as he stepped out carrying a heavy alloy briefcase.

The afternoon sun shines through the branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees, casting dappled shadows on the lush green grass, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and earth.

Colson stepped into the castle-like main building of the school, where the corridors were spacious and bright, with smooth, dark wooden floors.

Several younger students chased after a rainbow-colored soap bubble that appeared out of nowhere, laughing and running past.

A red-haired girl sat quietly reading a book in a suspended chair by the window. The chair was half a foot off the ground and floated up and down slightly.

Coulson glanced discreetly at the cover of the book in her hand—"Introduction to Quantum Consciousness Field Theory (Youth Edition)" (06).

He had just turned a corner when he suddenly heard a soft "whoosh" overhead, and a small, artificial rain cloud appeared out of thin air, covering only the area directly overhead.

He precisely watered the several potted green plants placed on the windowsill high up in the corridor.

The person who controls this miniature cloud is Ororo Monroe, whom students now prefer to call "Storm" teacher.

She was standing not far away talking to a blue-skinned boy with a pointed tail. When she saw Coulson, a hint of surprise flashed in her clear blue eyes, and then she smiled and nodded in greeting.

Coulson responded with a smile.

His destination was Professor Charles Xavier's office.

The heavy oak door slid open silently, as if it had known of his arrival all along.

“Good afternoon, Agent Coulson.” Charles Xavier’s gentle yet powerful voice resonated directly in his mind.

The professor sat in his signature wheelchair behind his large desk, with a meticulously maintained garden visible through the window.

He looked much younger than his actual age, and his wise gaze seemed to penetrate the surface of Coulson's mind.

“Nick always sends the least ‘obnoxious’ visitors,” he added with a touch of good-natured sarcasm.

“Good afternoon, Professor. I hope I haven’t disturbed your peace.” Coulson gave a slight bow and placed the alloy combination lock case on his desk. “Chief Fury asked me to convey his greetings and bring you some documents that require your professional opinion.”

Coulson briefly explained his purpose, focusing on the damaged recorder salvaged from the battlefield ruins and the devastating thermal images it captured, as well as Fury's instruction to perform energy signature comparisons.

He opened the combination lock and retrieved the extremely brief yet incredibly powerful blurry video projection.

The video reappeared in the center of the office: a chaotic battlefield background, a blurry turtle outline, a fast-moving human figure, and finally, a pair of red-gold rays bursting forth from those eyes, like two raging dragons of light incinerating matter!

The deafening explosion seemed to shatter the projection.

There was a gentle knock on the office door, which was then opened.

Scott Summers walked in first, tall and straight, wearing his signature red quartz glasses, with a serious expression.

Following behind him was a girl with thick, wine-red hair like a waterfall—Jean Grey, who was holding two cups of freshly brewed tea, steaming hot.

Behind her, the air shattered silently like a broken mirror, and a circular passage shimmering with purple light instantly formed. She stepped out in a flash, carrying a takeout bag that exuded a sweet milk tea aroma.

"Hey, Professor, your Michelin Man..." The blinking voice trailed off as it saw the devastating heat radiation image on the projector, and the bag nearly slipped from its grasp. "Wow!"

Jean gently placed a cup of tea in front of the professor, and an invisible telekinetic force carried another cup steadily toward Coulson, who quickly caught it with both hands: "Thank you, Miss Jean, Miss Jean's telekinetic control is truly precise."

Scott's gaze was fixed on the figure emitting heat rays at the end of the video, his brows furrowed behind his glasses.

Even with the image blurred, the sense of destructive power is palpable.

“Professor?” Scott looked at Xavier.

“Scott, Jean, Clarice,” Professor Xavier gestured for them to approach. “Agent Coulson has brought some special battlefield footage. Director Fury needs us to conduct a detailed comparative analysis of the energy characteristics of the thermal rays in the footage with your capabilities.” He turned to Coulson. “Agent Hand has already transmitted the core energy waveform frequency band. Hank has the equipment ready in the lab downstairs. Shall we begin?”

Scott nodded silently, his face expressionless, but his body visibly tensed up.

The Xavier's underground laboratory is full of futuristic technology.

Hank McCoy, also known as the Beast, was wearing a white lab coat and skillfully operating several complex instruments with his huge, blue-furred fingers.

On the huge screen, on the left is a captured and preliminarily enhanced image of the thermal ray burst from a blurry video, while on the right are densely packed, constantly fluctuating energy waveforms and various parameter analysis windows.

Scott stood in front of a device that looked like a high-tech dental chair, a slender probe aimed at the edge of his ruby ​​glasses. Coulson, Professor Xavier, Jean, and Blink stood in the observation area.

“Relax, Scott,” Hank’s voice was deep and gentle. “First time, 10% power output, focus mode, target position A3.”

54 Wolverine's Taunt [Please Subscribe]

Scott took a deep breath and adjusted the tiny control knob next to his glasses.

Two blazing red beams of light shot precisely from behind his glasses, striking a thick composite energy absorption target marked "A3" in the distance.

With a soft hum, the target trembled slightly, and ripples appeared on its surface.

A new, stable, and clear set of red energy waveforms and data streams immediately appeared on the right side of the screen.