Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 107 Rebellion? No, we are rebuilding a new order (Seeking monthly votes)

On the forecastle deck of the cargo ship, Natasha, holding a bottle of beer, clinked glasses with Nigley next to her.

Then I took a sip.

The sea breeze made their hair dance.

Very chic.

"How do you plan to treat your new friends from now on, Negri?"

Natasha asked with particular curiosity.

She didn't believe the nonsense that Negri and Kingpin were spouting.

Kingpin, an underground underworld emperor, acted so humbly, even personally capturing and delivering the Purple Man to him. It's not entirely accurate to say that Kingpin was afraid of the two men's power.

Natasha was able to easily analyze the portrait of Kingpin.

He was a ruthless and determined leader.

Such individuals are adept at assessing situations and will display brutality and terror when facing people or groups weaker than themselves.

When faced with someone stronger than himself, he was able to suppress his violence and instead become gentle and refined.

Clearly, this time it's the latter.

Natasha and Negri's sudden visit to the door, and the power they displayed, definitely startled Kingpin, who then tried to investigate the forces and people behind them.

Unfortunately, Kingpin was wrong.

Neither Natasha nor Nigley are less cunning than this old fox, who is as shrewd as a brown bear.

Most importantly, they have a powerful backer that Kingpin, the underground tycoon, can neither match nor even imagine.

As for Negri, Natasha believed he didn't take Kingpin seriously at all.

It used to be fine; he was definitely a big shot to Negri.

It's just a small fry now; it can be wiped out easily if we want to.

Don't underestimate Negri, just because she's only the Minister of Information; she has a lot of authority.

The relationship with Reicher, Roseco, and even Kara was not discussed.

The resources and power she can mobilize are already beyond what ordinary people can match; Pierce alone is not something Kingpin can handle.

Kingpin's power was considerable, but it paled in comparison to Hydra.

"Friends?" It seems Negri only sees Kingpin as a dish.

Sure enough, Nigley thought the same thing as Natasha.

He chuckled and said, "Of course we have to keep him. He's just a trigger for a bomb for us. At the right time, he'll give us a big surprise, Natasha."

"Human nature is something that needs a comparison. With proper guidance, it can become the most suitable pawn for us to set foot in New York, and even in the United States."

"This is no small matter, Negley."

Natasha reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her beautiful, alluring emerald eyes fixed on Nigri.

She immediately understood Negri's subtext.

"America? It's rotten to the core." After taking a big gulp of his drink, Negri leaned against the railing, glanced across the large ship, and coldly said in a certain direction, "Wall Street, conglomerates, Congress, families, vampires."

"Racial discrimination, and so-called freedom and democracy, their existence makes the underprivileged suffer terribly."

"All I saw was slaughter. Those people's scythes, when they fell to the bottom, would mercilessly slash them to death. There was no way out, only despair and death. Even after death, their corpses would not find peace, but would be squeezed dry of their last bit of value."

"This kind of order, after so many years of testing, should not exist."

Negri said it very bluntly.

Whether in the past or present, she feels that her country is heading towards death.

Although it is the strongest in the world, the internal decay will eventually expose its true nature.

But how many people will be killed and sacrificed during this time?

The higher you stand, the clearer your view becomes.

Previously, this ability did not exist, but now Negri believes it does. Whether it's her, Reicher, or others, they all believe that this order should be rebuilt.

There are many reasons why it rots.

Negri didn't want to correct them one by one; he simply wanted to start over from scratch, which was the simplest and most direct approach.

"This is really exciting. It seems you guys had this plan all along." Natasha couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement. She had already thought that Negri and Reicher's group had something in mind.

Natasha herself didn't seem to care.

But I never expected these people to have such big appetites.

Then, with a strange look on her face, she asked, "So, you didn't even ask our dear boss what he thought?"

Re-establishing order is possible, but the question is, what is Matthew's willingness?

Didn't they even bother to ask?

These subordinates are incredibly ambitious.

Natasha thought to herself that if she had such good subordinates, she would have headaches and sleepless nights.

"Hey, our BOSS doesn't care about any of that. He stands at a different level and thinks differently from us. He sees a much wider universe." Negri shook his head, his expression revealing fanaticism.

"He is a leader and a banner. We will clear all obstacles for him, establish a new order for him, seize all resources, and lead humanity on this earth into a new era."

"Natasha, this universe is too vast. So vast that those civilizations and races existed billions of years ago. The three great empires of the Milky Way are beyond Earth's ability to contend with."

"Those civilizations haven't set their sights on the Milky Way, but once they do notice Earth and war breaks out, how will we defend ourselves?"

"We don't have time."

Negri is not just looking at the United States as a problem; compared to the greater threats, the United States is nothing.

She was born and raised in America, which is her home, and she doesn't want her fellow countrymen at the bottom of society to be unable to survive or to live a life of hardship.

She believed that it would be a win-win situation to make changes easily and also to concentrate resources and efforts on growth and development.

As for my dear boss.

He doesn't need to do anything; he just needs to grow up comfortably, and at the right time, wear the crown they offer him, quietly becoming a banner and the greatest emperor in history.

Negri believed that even if Matthew ascended the throne, given his personality, he would relinquish power while enjoying it.

His goal is not just to rule the earth.

Only such ambition, such character, and such spirit could make someone worthy of following Negley, Reicher, and others.

"OK, let's work together." Natasha, without changing her expression, clinked her bottle with Nigley's, secretly grumbling to herself as she drank.

She agreed with Negri's words, finding them very inspiring and motivating, but Natasha thought differently.

She followed Matthew out of gratitude, and of course, a tiny bit of ulterior motive.

If we expand our thinking a little, if Matthew were to become an emperor, wouldn't he have a harem or something similar?

No, we absolutely cannot let our ambitious boss become obsessed with beautiful women.

Even if you're obsessed, you have to be obsessed with your mother.

"Who can blame him? Matthew is just so outstanding and attractive," Natasha thought to herself.

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