"W-woo! ...I was wrong, I surrender, don't kill me!" The sixth gangster, terrified by the fate of his accomplices, burst into tears, kneeling and begging for mercy.
Faora saw that he was scared witless and found it uninteresting, so she kicked him in the face, knocking him unconscious.
Then, she looked up at the gangster leader who had already fled some distance away. In just over two minutes, he had managed to run almost 1000 meters.
However, with Faora's current speed of Mach 8, over 2000 meters per second, she could easily let him run a few thousand meters before catching him.
The leader looked back with lingering fear and, seeing no one chasing him, slowed his pace, breathing heavily, a look of joyful survival on his face.
"Phew... I'm exhausted, but thankfully I'm smart... I stayed at the back and ran as soon as I saw things going south. I really snatched my life back from the jaws of death."
Swoosh—!
Just as he was sighing in relief, a beautiful figure in a black short skirt appeared before him. His smile froze, transferring to Faora's face.
Faora's lips curved upwards, and she tilted her head, smirking disdainfully.
"Uh..." He stopped in astonishment, his body and smile frozen.
"Can you escape?" Faora coldly smiled. As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed the gangster, executing an over-the-shoulder throw that slammed him to the ground.
Then:
"Bang! ...Bang! ...Bang! ..."
Faora's attacks were swift, precise, and relentless, using various striking methods to pummel different parts of the leader's body. Each blow was perfectly timed, powerful but not immediately fatal.
Soon, he had countless broken bones, lying on the ground emitting weak, painful groans.
"This is the consequence of daring to insult my Queen! Hmph!" Faora glanced at him, snorted coldly, and then dragged him back to Alex and Amy's side.
"Queen, all the gangsters have been dealt with," Faora reported respectfully, kicking the leader towards Alex.
"Ugh!..." The leader groaned in pain from the kick, wishing only for a quick end. Now he only hated his surprisingly tenacious vitality.
Amy saw that he still had a breath in him. She stepped forward coldly, looking down at the dying leader, and placed her foot on his chest. Although Amy's slender, beautiful legs appeared delicate, their density was extremely high, and their weight was astonishing. She could crush him without even exerting force.
Amy looked at Alex, awaiting her decision. However, as an autonomous Terminator, Amy inwardly wished to immediately execute this gangster who had spoken disrespectfully and insulted her Queen.
Faora watched this scene and rolled her eyes at Amy. She thought, "If this robot Amy presses down with her foot, the leader will almost certainly die. There's no need for the Queen to personally decide. I, Faora, have more wisdom and discretion."
Alex nodded in satisfaction: "Well done, Faora. I will take you out for more combat training in the future."
"Mm!"
Excitement and pride shone in Faora's eyes. As a warrior, her desire for battle was strong. Her greatest wish was to fight alongside Queen Alex, to fight for the Queen's honor, and to punish every enemy who dared oppose the Queen.
As for gangster number seven, who had been dealt with by Amy earlier, his body was already soft like dough, lying motionless on the ground.
He had endured countless critical blows from Amy's feet. His entire skeleton was almost shattered by Amy's iron legs. It was unknown how many bones he had left unbroken.
"Amy, I'll leave the scene to you," Alex said lightly. "Later, you'll take the other Terminators and completely wipe out the gang behind these thugs. Those who haven't committed major evil deeds can be spared."
"Understood, Boss," Amy nodded, withdrawing her foot from the gangster's chest.
Amy immediately summoned the Terminators, ordering them to come over and quickly prepare for work.
As for the fate of the gangsters, Alex was not overly concerned; she left it entirely to Amy to handle.
"Faora, let's go back." Alex's figure "whoosh!" left the ground and flew towards the sky.
"Yes, Queen." Faora quickly took flight, following Alex's figure, drawing two smooth arcs in the sky, and soon disappeared above the clouds.
After watching Alex and Faora leave, Amy turned to the group of dying gangsters. Her simulated mechanical pupils showed coldness and determination.
Alex's artificial intelligence, Skynet, was sharing all the information about the gang with Amy. Amy was preparing to eradicate this gang as per Alex's orders.
The gang members still didn't know the judgment and fate awaiting them. They would be dismantled under the Terminators' cleanup...
Meanwhile, Tony's company was plagued with problems, yet he was always out and about, having fun, completely unconcerned with company affairs.
Pepper had always borne the burden of solving the company's problems, feeling extremely tired and helpless. She came to Tony to complain about the company's difficulties, hoping he would pull himself together, or at least stop causing trouble.
Tony was in his lab when Pepper found him.
"Tony, the expo you're planning is a waste of time."
"To me, the expo is the most important thing, what I care about most."
Pepper followed behind Tony and said,
"I don't understand the point. It's your vanity. Stark Industries is in chaos right now."
"It's fine, our stock is at an all-time high again."
"You don't understand. From a business perspective, the company is already very..."
"Alright, let's move on to the next topic." Tony interrupted her, saying this as he walked towards the experimental bench, not forgetting to operate the experimental equipment as he went.
"You know, I have 8011 things I want to discuss with you." Pepper looked very haggard.
However, Tony ignored her. Instead, he walked up to a robotic arm, tapped it, and said, "Dummy, don't zone out. That part has already been processed."
"Mr. Stark, I'm talking to you!"
Pepper felt very wronged. Tony had been indulging himself so much lately, leaving her almost overwhelmed with the company's major affairs, while also having to take care of Tony.
Pepper and Tony were constantly arguing.
Tony was actually enduring immense pain internally. The arc reactor in his chest contained a large amount of palladium, and these toxic substances were eroding his health. However, he hadn't told anyone this secret and could only bear the torment alone. On the surface, Tony continued to act as he pleased.
But this was just his disguise; inwardly, he was extremely pained and helpless. He didn't want Pepper and his friends to worry, nor did he dare to face the fact that he might collapse at any moment.
Tony wanted to focus on developing new technologies, hoping to find a cure.
But when he encountered major research difficulties and felt hopeless, he would go out and indulge himself, hoping to numb himself with excitement. He kept tormenting himself this way.
"You handle the company's affairs."
"What?"
"That's a great idea, a fresh idea. You'll run the company completely."
"I've always helped you run the company."
"No, I want you to be the CEO, not my secretary. The company will be yours from now on. I don't want to manage anything."
"Are you drunk?" Pepper was stunned.
"Just had some coconut water." Tony then held Pepper's shoulders and said seriously, "I hereby officially appoint you as Chairman and CEO of Stark Industries."
"Are you serious? Aren't you afraid I'll intentionally ruin your company?"
"I trust you."
"I'm going to be busy. I came to see you once, and now I have even more to do."
Tony handed over the position of company president to Pepper and even specifically found a curvaceous legal consultant to conduct the handover ceremony. This consultant was none other than Natasha, who was undercover.
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