Marvel: Wonka's Chocolate Factory

Frank brought in a beautiful woman, a woman who could be considered beautiful by various standards of beauty.

With pale, cool skin, high cheekbones, full lips, and a pair of deep blue eyes, he stood before Willy Wonka in a business suit.

Willy Wonka looked at the beautiful woman before him. "Natalie Rushman?"

"It's me, sir."

"You know who I am, right? You want to apply for my butler's assistant position? Tell me about your strengths."

"Mr. Willy Wonka, my strength is loyalty. All my other virtues serve this purpose."

As she spoke, Natasha, who was using the alias Natalie Rushman, had tears welling up in her eyes. Her blue eyes, framed by slightly reddened rims, moved as she looked at Willy Wonka, who was seated in the main seat, with a pitiful gaze.

"Sir, my parents passed away when I was very young. I love sweets, and over the years, whenever I feel like giving up, I buy a Totland chocolate. That gives me the strength to keep going."

"Therefore, my dream is to serve you. Because when I was a child, it was this great company, the Totland Group, that gave me hope."

"I was homeless as a child and was able to grow up thanks to Totland's aid."

"Sir, I will offer you my loyalty."

Willy Wonka and Frank exchanged a glance. Loyalty was indeed one of the most important qualities of a butler.

Even a butler's assistant must be loyal. For a secret agent to put on such a sentimental performance can sometimes be truly nauseating.

Willy Wonka stared into those beautiful blue eyes and said emotionlessly, "Natasha, Totland has never given out subsidies in Russia. Even selling candy is done through licensing; there's only one directly operated candy store in Moscow. And that opened in 2000."

Natasha's pupils contracted slightly: She hadn't managed to hide it after all.

She knew it was an exceptionally difficult task, but infiltrating the inner workings of the major families within the Totland Group was crucial for S.H.I.E.L.D.

In particular, the powerful effects of liqueur-filled chocolates have been confirmed by S.H.I.E.L.D. experts to be able to temporarily recreate people or things that the consumer cares about through a bloodline or soul connection.

The Totland Group clearly has a big secret.

However, S.H.I.E.L.D. currently has a very poor understanding of the leaders of the Totto Land Group.

Frank walked up to Black Widow and asked her a question with a blank expression, but the coldness in his eyes was completely different from the kindness he usually showed in public.

"Natasha, where is my former assistant?"

Black Widow didn't answer Frank; she was just frantically thinking of a solution in her mind.

She is a top-tier agent; she will not surrender as long as there is even the slightest chance of escape.

Before she could even react, a hand chop struck her on the head, instantly knocking her unconscious.

Frank sensed her hostility and, without hesitation, struck first.

"Frank, go and negotiate with Nick Fury. Exchange this woman for your assistant."

Willy Wonka felt he had to do something, otherwise Nick Fury, who had absolutely no sense of boundaries and showed him no respect whatsoever.

A Bentley drove out of the Chocolate Plantation, and Frank, sitting in the back seat, dialed Nick Fury's number.

A Bentley of the same model was driving on the road when Obadiah set off for Tony's house for a dinner party.

His right hand kept stroking the gun, his mind went completely blank, and he leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed to rest.

Obadiah, surprisingly, was no longer nervous. After all, he had worked alongside Howard to get where he was. Having navigated the ups and downs of the business world for many years, he had developed a certain composure.

It's simply a matter of the victor taking all and the loser being condemned.

But the result was completely different from what he had expected.

When Obadiah stepped through the villa's gate, he found Tony waiting for him at the door. This was completely unlike Tony's usual behavior, which undoubtedly reinforced his suspicions.

But things started to go wrong as soon as Obadiah entered the restaurant, because he found a New York pizza on the table, and it was Greenwich Village's Ray's Pizza.

Tony actually knew I liked this pizza. Obadiah picked up a slice and took a bite; it tasted just like it was fresh out of the oven.

Is this being transported from New York to California by private jet?

Obadiah was a little unsure. He quietly pulled his suit jacket down a bit and then sat down in a rather undignified manner.

He used this posture to block the pistol.

Especially since there was tuna sashimi on the table, and he could tell at a glance that it was top-grade Pacific bluefin tuna from the fat.

Oh, Obadiah remembered, he had mentioned to Tony during their phone call that it was the season for plump tuna.

However, Obadiah was still a little puzzled. Including Pepper, Tony's assistant whom he already knew had a close relationship with, there were only three people in total, so why were there five sets of tableware?

Tony quickly gave him an answer.

"Obi, I've reached a cooperation agreement with the Totland Group regarding energy and food."

Obadiah certainly knew that Tony and Willy Wonka had definitely reached a cooperation agreement, but energy and food?

Is Stark Industries not a top-tier arms dealer, but rather a hidden energy company lurking beneath the surface?

But as long as Tony is happy, he has no reason to object. At least not until he's completely sure Tony won't harm him.

"Obi, I miss my parents. I miss them so much. Sometimes I wonder what we would be like if they were here."

Obadiah fell silent. He was Howard's partner, collaborator, and close friend. Together they had built Stark Industries, and to be honest, he really missed Howard.

That old guy was just as arrogant as Tony, he just had bad luck.

Upon hearing this, Obadiah even found Tony more agreeable. Thinking of the deal he hadn't yet finalized with the Ten Rings, Obadiah felt a pang of guilt.

"Obi, I asked you to come along today because I wanted you to meet him too."

Obadiah didn't react immediately; he instinctively asked in return,

"Who?"

"Of course, it's my father, your partner, Howard Stark."

Obadiah's forehead veins bulged, the pizza he was holding in his left hand had fallen onto the table, and his right hand had reached for the gun handle.

"Tony, are you in such a hurry to send me to see Howard?"

At this point, Obadiah disregarded the fact that he had first conceived the idea of ​​sending Tony to the underworld so that his family could reunite, and directly questioned him sharply.

He naturally wants to stand on the moral high ground.

But before Obadiah could draw his gun, he suddenly heard a strangely familiar voice.

"Obi, long time no see."

Obadiah turned around stiffly and saw Howard sitting in an empty chair, looking at him with a smile.

Maria then appeared opposite Obadiah, and spoke in a cryptic tone.

"It's been 17 years, Obi, you've aged a lot."