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After Shasha left, the conversation between the two siblings became somewhat casual.
"Big sister, why does Mr. Samar want me to work at the company?"
In response to her brother's question, Wanda Maximoff explained, "Not long ago, he mentioned wanting you to join the company. At that time, I didn't give a clear answer; I just wanted to ask for your opinion after we got home."
Pietro accepted this without suspicion, unaware that Wanda Maximoff had deeper thoughts on the matter.
At that moment, it seemed Shasha was hesitating about how to get them both into a different work environment, but for some reason, she abandoned that idea, which involved a secret about him.
Why did she suddenly change her mind when she was about to speak?
Shasha didn't realize that her change of heart would lead Wanda Maximoff into contemplation. Instead, he was thinking about something else.
Wanda Maximoff had formed some kind of connection with that girl. Setting aside other considerations, it was enough to suggest that the girl was likely a mutant as well. But which one? Perhaps an obscure character.
When did mutants become so common? It seemed like anyone you met could be one.
Thinking this way, Shasha couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. No wonder those government officials planned to restrict mutants; if their numbers were smaller, it might be manageable. But with so many of them, if they united against a country, it could very well shake the foundations of that nation and disrupt the balance of the world.
But what did that have to do with him? Shasha chuckled and promptly pushed the matter out of his mind.
For the next month, Shasha hardly made any significant moves.
He shifted all his forces to Canada or other regions in America to expand his influence. It appeared as though he had completely abandoned his power in America, but in reality, he intended to monopolize all smuggling and arms dealings by surrounding the situation.
Although it seemed that Jin Bing had taken control of all of America's territory, other businesses were plummeting.
During this time, since Shasha had not transformed into Liquid Snake, Black Queen was unable to find a target for recruitment. Thus, she pulled someone unexpected into her ranks, turning them into a part of her underground network.
The power struggle within Hellfire had yet to fully surface; it appeared both sides needed an opportunity to completely sever ties.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was steadily developing, with a wealth of talent under its command. Nick rarely contacted Shasha anymore; with so much firepower at his disposal, he seemed to have lost interest in her.
Then there was Tony. Ever since he put S.H.I.E.L.D.'s name on the line, he had adopted a reclusive demeanor, seemingly engrossed in researching some new type of weapon.
Li Qianhuan remained unconscious, but her bodily functions were steadily recovering. Perhaps she would awaken soon.
However, these matters were temporarily beyond Shasha's concern because the spaceship design obtained from the Warriors had already been manufactured. As long as he could secure approval from the Space Agency for the space station's rest period, he could initiate Reed's project at any time.
Samar Industrial Fifth Group project development workshop.
Looking at the uniquely designed spaceship before him, Shasha's eyes sparkled. At that moment, the voice of the person responsible for building the ship reached his ears. "This spaceship can accommodate ten people for a week-long journey in space. It has..."
After the introduction was complete, Shasha nodded slightly. "Good. Is the energy containment chamber ready?"
The person in charge led Shasha to the rear of the ship and pressed a button, revealing three energy chambers standing about three meters tall.
At this point, Shasha finally nodded in satisfaction and turned to Reed, who looked on with eager anticipation. "What do you think?"
Reed caressed the spaceship, a flush of excitement on his face; this was something that carried his dreams. "Thank you for providing the information; otherwise, our launch date would be far off."
"This is merely a mutually beneficial arrangement. I have already confirmed the docking location of the space station with the Space Agency, and it is indeed in the direction of Orion's Belt," Shasha said with a smile. "So, when do you plan to set off?"
Reed exchanged a glance with Ben, who then spoke up, "The official plan starts after three days."
Shasha nodded and was about to turn away when Reed suddenly called out to him, "Mr. Samar, aren't you planning to send a few people along with us?"
The implication in his words was so obvious that a strange expression crossed Ben's face.
Shasha paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. After pretending to think for a while, he said, "How about this? I'll let Susan and her brother accompany you. After all, you are old acquaintances and both are talents in this field."
Reed's face lit up with joy; he seemed unable to hide his excitement, his intellect overshadowed by his eagerness.
Once Shasha left the workshop, Ben stepped forward and whispered, "What are you doing? Do you really think Susan will treat you well once she's on board? And don't get me started on her annoying brother."
Reed patted him on the shoulder. "Old buddy, I don't want to regret my decision."
"In fact, you've already regretted it," Ben scoffed, turning away from him.
After leaving the workshop, Shasha returned home and opened the door, only to be greeted by his dog leaping toward him.
Seeing the lively creature brought a smile to Shasha's face. Dogs have always been humanity's most loyal friends; even if you don't spend much time with them, they remain steadfastly devoted.
Humans are different. Because we have thoughts and can reason, we tend to seek our own interests. In the face of benefit, so-called virtues become worthless. A friend who was once warm and close can turn around and deliver a fatal blow in an instant.
Just like now.
A sudden flash of a blade cut through the darkness of the room, followed by the assailant relentlessly striking at Shasha with one blow after another, turning the living room into chaos. Beck's barking awakened many residents.
In a desperate attempt to evade the attacks, Shasha seized the wrist of the knife-wielder. Despite the fabric between them, he could feel a distinctly feminine touch. His face twisted in confusion. "You're a woman?"
The knife-wielder suddenly swung fiercely at her captured left wrist.
Seeing this, Shasha quickly withdrew his hand, and the assailant leaped back, escaping the range of attack.
The two faced off when suddenly, the space around the knife-wielder warped. A familiar figure in a black robe pressed down on her shoulder, and in an instant, both vanished from Shasha's sight.
Witnessing this, Shasha felt perplexed. If this was an assassination attempt, it certainly seemed like one; yet the assassin had not struck to kill. But if it wasn't an assassination, why send two capable individuals?
Looking down at Beck, who lay quietly at his feet, Shasha patted its head. The creature had reacted as soon as the assassin appeared; without that reaction, he might not have dodged that initial strike. Afterward, Beck barked loudly to scare off the intruder but fell silent once they were gone.
Sometimes Shasha thought this creature was remarkably intelligent, which was part of its charm.
"Who was that trying to assassinate me?" Shasha mused aloud.
Beck's keen eyes sparkled as it jumped around scattered magazines on the floor, bouncing on one of them before barking several times.
Shasha was taken aback by this display and walked over. He looked down to see that the magazine Beck was jumping on prominently featured Elizabeth's image on the cover.
"Her? But why?"
Shasha was baffled. He had a good relationship with Elizabeth; why would she act as an assassin? Even if she did take on that role, for whom was she working?
The two individuals left Shasha's home and stopped in a forest. The knife-wielding assassin removed her mask, revealing an exceptionally beautiful face; she was Elizabeth. "You saw it too. It's not that I didn't try, but I simply couldn't kill him."
Another figure in a black cloak slowly spoke, revealing herself to be a woman. "I did see it. You performed quite well, but while you passed this test, you may not pass the one from the Black Queen."
"Tessa, what do you mean by that?" Elizabeth's expression turned icy.
"We've been friends for many years, so I can tell whether or not you held back. With your skills, it's impossible for you to have failed to injure him unless you chose to hold back," Tessa sighed lightly. "The Black Queen doesn't care whether you gave it your all; she only cares about the result."
Elizabeth fell silent.
"Remember, your brother is now in the hands of the Black Queen."
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