Marvel: Wonka's Chocolate Factory

Melinda was brought before Pierce, her wrists wrapped in bandages, her face as pale as if she had just crawled out of hell, making one wonder if a gust of wind could blow her over.

She wanted to say something, but Pierce stopped her.

"Kid, you've worked hard. You did an excellent job. Don't worry, the department won't forget your contribution. I'll put in a good word with Nick Fury."

"What you need to do now is go to the hospital. I've arranged for the best doctor to take over for you. Don't think about anything else, just focus on your treatment."

Melinda wanted to say something more, but Pierce interrupted her again.

"I know everything. You did an excellent job with this intelligence, and it's crucial."

After Pierce finished speaking, his men took Melinda and her severed hand onto the plane to receive the best treatment that S.H.I.E.L.D. could arrange.

After his men took Melinda away, only Pierce and Frank remained in the large conference room.

"Hey, old buddy, I don't know how much you know, but I think a police chief's position is enough to keep this a secret, right?"

Pierce had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. He looked at Frank, waiting for the old bastard's answer.

"You know Pierce, I am Charlotte's head butler, and Mr. Willy Wonka once taught me to show respect to Mr. Pierce."

"As for the secret, perhaps it is precisely this secret that brings us closer. I am the former president of the Tottoland Group; the position of a police chief is certainly not enough for me."

"But when I think of the decades-long friendship between us, and your consistent respect for the Charlotte family, I am of course willing to keep this secret."

Frank patted Pierce on the shoulder and winked playfully.

"And who would believe that Hydra, which should have been burned to ashes, has grown stronger and even branched out into multiple more domains?"

"Pierce, you put an undercover agent in the director's position. That kind of audacity is something I'll never learn."

If looks could kill, Pierce would have killed Frank a thousand times over.

But he knew the old bastard's power, which was why Pierce was holding back at the moment.

Indeed, Pierce knew Frank's power and was well aware of the strength of the Charlotte family.

He certainly didn't think that the young Willy Wonka of today was the same legendary figure who had dominated the battlefields and marketplaces of the world.

Pierce's guess was that Charlotte's family bloodline contained an extremely powerful force, and having witnessed this power, he chose to prioritize peace after careful consideration.

Otherwise, the Helicarrier, which S.H.I.E.L.D. secretly built as a powerful trump card, probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even a single blow from that old bastard Frank.

"Pierce, don't smile so awkwardly. We've reached an agreement, haven't we?"

"Besides, I left you a female agent, which is enough for you to report back. You know me, this is purely out of respect for you, otherwise you would only be able to use these people's corpses to build Gundams."

Pierce's real purpose for this trip was not that; bringing back the prisoners was Nick Fury's request, and it was just something he did incidentally.

He pulled a piece of chocolate from his pocket. The pale gold packaging featured a colorful island-shaped cake logo, the trademark of the Totland Group, which was jokingly referred to as Cake Island.

"Frank, what's with this chocolate?"

Frank took the gold-wrapped chocolate from Pierce and stared at the small "Silky Milk" label on the back. He then opened the wrapper and put the chocolate in his mouth, chewing it slowly.

"Mmm~ Delicious. It's a high-quality product, a premium silky milk chocolate from Totland, priced at $1000 a piece. The texture is silky smooth and leaves you wanting more."

Pierce stared blankly at Frank, then grinned and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"$1000 for two hours of superpowers? What exactly is the Totland Corporation trying to do?"

Frank calmly corrected Pierce:

"It's not a superpower, but a silky smooth feeling. Our product is called Silky Milk Chocolate. If it's not silky smooth enough, consumers might sue us for false advertising."

"So everyone who eats this chocolate becomes as slippery as an eel, able to slide on the ground with almost no resistance. Is that normal, and does it meet your expectations for the product?"

Frank smiled and replied, "Pierce, don't make such a fuss. Mr. Willy Wonka said this chocolate was just a small experiment. At least the army thinks it works very well."

army?

Pierce's brain was spinning rapidly.

Damn it, neither I, as the Secretary General, nor Nick Fury, who calls himself the King of Spies, have any intelligence about the Totto Land Group cooperating with the military.

After all, who would have imagined that a food giant would have so many connections with the military? Shouldn't this be the domain of arms manufacturers like Stark Industries and Hammer Industries?

Pierce realized that things had reached a point where there was no way to continue, and that no matter what methods he used, he could not achieve his goal.

After exchanging a few more meaningless remarks, Pierce took his leave.

However, before leaving, he left a guarantee that he would use his influence to help the Charlotte family find a suitable candidate for the New York Police Commissioner.

Frank was pleasantly surprised and was in a wonderful mood.

Mr. Willy Wonka is ready to make a big splash, and the position of New York Police Commissioner is a sufficient declaration of his return.

Meanwhile, Willy Wonka had arrived at the chocolate-filled liquor production site. He rowed along the Honey River and came to a woodland.

He disembarked at the edge of the woods, letting the flowing honey carry the small boat away. He walked along, eating as he went; the hawthorn-made oars were sweet and sour, whetting Willy Wonka's appetite.

In the center of the woodland is a clear pool, at the bottom of which is a spring that is constantly replenishing the wine.

Indeed, this is a wine pool, and the overflowing wine flows down the rugged rocks into the distance, forming a small stream.

The final destination of the flowing stream is the production base of liqueur-filled chocolates.

Fish swam in the pool of wine, all of the same species, small and pale red. They resembled the flushed cheeks of a young girl taking a sip of fine wine, but unable to hold her liquor.

This fish is the core of Willy Wonka's next chocolate, and he will do everything in his power to create a product that is groundbreaking from every angle.

No matter whose era comes next, Charlotte Willy Wonka must have a place!