However, even after being soundly beaten by Esdeath back then, the leader of the Assassination Cult remained infatuated with her. In fact, for many years afterward, Merad sentimentally believed—
That the reason Esdeath hadn't dated for years and had no close men around her was entirely because of the 'indelible bond' they had forged back then.
Now, standing alone in the hallway, Esdeath listened to the soft, blushing sounds coming from the master bedroom. She felt her heart pounding like a drum, unable to calm down for a long time.
She suddenly realized with a start—could her current, strange racing heartbeat mean...
That she truly had those kinds of tendencies in her bones?!
Could that perverted lesbian Merad's intuition have been right back then?!
Esdeath quickly shook her head vigorously, driving the terrifying thought from her mind.
No! This has absolutely nothing to do with that pervert!
Back then, she definitely hadn't felt even a single shred of interest in Merad!
Then what was this uncontrollable throbbing she felt now?
Perhaps... it was simply because Su Modie in that room... was ten thousand times cuter than that woman named Merad.
Of course, if these heartfelt words were heard by Merad far away in another dimension...
Believe it or not, that pervert probably wouldn't even be angry.
On the contrary, her eyes would likely light up, and she would be eager to come over and deeply discuss the philosophy of biological harmony with the Su Modie who had earned such high praise from Esdeath.
It could only be said that Chinese lesbians are a terrifying existence, no matter which dimension they are in...
Incidentally, because she had pulled Esdeath, a large number of summons related to that dimension had indeed been unlocked in Su Modie's Shop. Among them, that heavyweight figure was prominently listed—
[Limited Time Summon: Merad Oberg (Leader of the Oberg Assassination Cult)]
[Price: 1,800 simulation values]
However, Su Modie didn't plan on bringing this character out for the time being.
Her strength was decent, but she was simply too perverted.
If she really summoned her, Su Modie seriously suspected the crazy woman would find the first opportunity to have her way with her. Moreover, Esdeath herself was quite repulsed by Merad; in her eyes, that woman was simply a persistent simp.
The key was that she wasn't even a devoted simp, but a fickle player who couldn't walk straight when she saw a beautiful woman. She loved every one she saw, slept with every one she loved, had a massive collection obsession, and had a head full of ideas about building a massive yuri crystal palace!
...Wait.
Why did those insults sound so familiar the more she thought about them?
In the master bedroom, her delicate body swaying slightly to the rhythmic creaking of the bed, Su Modie suddenly fell into deep thought...
...
In the blink of an eye, two days passed.
It had to be said that New York was indeed a place of remarkable people. The alien invasion two days ago, which had nearly wiped the city off the map of the United States, seemed like nothing more than a harmless interlude in the eyes of these thick-skinned New Yorkers.
Engineering crews had cleared a few main roads.
These miserable office workers immediately grabbed their briefcases and Starbucks, grumbling as they restarted their busy commuting lives.
Of course, this was assuming they could automatically ignore a certain street frozen into a bloody glacier and the remains of Leviathan Beasts lying across the blocks like small hills.
But for the well-traveled New Yorkers, how big of a deal was this?
These hideous alien remains didn't cause continued panic; instead, they became holy sites for countless trendy youths and internet celebrities to take selfies.
Twitter and Instagram were filled with photos of excited people posing with alien warships, sparking a wave of envy among overseas netizens.
After all, this was the first public event in human history where they encountered and even went to war with aliens.
Even if the U.S. government wanted to cover it up, they couldn't possibly clean up the mountain-like alien debris in a short time. They couldn't hide it even if they wanted to.
Of course, where there is joy, there is sorrow.
For instance, those unlucky souls whose homes or companies were conveniently demolished by an enthusiastic citizen were now weeping over the piles of bricks and tiles.
Fortunately, while the U.S. government was only good for eating, Tony Stark was not.
As a literal fat cat, Tony quickly took the lead after the war to establish the Stark Relief Foundation, specifically responsible for distributing huge subsidies to New York victims.
It had to be admitted that Mr. Stark was truly wealthy and possessed a grand vision; he was certainly not stingy in this regard.
This was one of the reasons why Su Modie had a decent impression of Tony among the many male heroes.
Next, he threw down an astronomical sum to co-found a brand-new department with the authorities—the Disaster Control Bureau, or D.O.D.C., specifically to take over the cleanup and recovery of alien debris and restore social order in New York as quickly as possible.
It sounded wonderful.
A billionaire spending lavishly to save a broken New York—it was a perfect script for an American-style overbearing CEO drama.
However, where there is light, darkness will inevitably breed.
Originally, the New York City government had already outsourced the lucrative job of cleaning up Chitauri remains to a private salvage company.
The company owner was a middle-class contractor named Adrian Toomes, who was a fairly honest and hardworking man.
To secure this official contract, which was enough to ensure his wealth for a lifetime, Toomes had not only liquidated all his assets to buy brand-new heavy trucks and machinery but had also borrowed money everywhere to hire a large number of low-level workers who depended on him for their livelihood.
The result? Toomes and his workers had barely been sweating for two days when an administrative decree from the Disaster Control Bureau struck like a bolt from the blue, forcibly taking over the entire cleanup site.
The high-and-mighty government officials not only kicked Toomes out of the game but didn't even provide a cent of compensation for his massive upfront investment.
This directly caused the honest contractor to go bankrupt on the spot, and his group of brothers faced the desperate situation of being out on the streets.
This so-called Disaster Control Bureau acted even more like thugs than the gangs in Hell's Kitchen. Meanwhile, Tony, far away in Stark Tower, was completely unaware of these messy affairs—
After all, in this department, he was merely an emotionless ATM.
As for another, even larger piece of the post-war cake, Su Modie had already set her sights on it.
While Su Modie and Sister Hua were having their deep exchange in the master bedroom, she hadn't completely indulged in pleasure.
During the halftime break of their exchange, Su Modie didn't forget to call Makima, who was working in Washington...
Of course, she wasn't calling her to watch the battle, but to hold an emergency meeting.
After a quick discussion, they decided to have Fisk register a large enterprise called the United Alliance Construction Company.
To enter the real estate market in New York!
They intended to take advantage of the post-war ruins to openly engage in land grabbing and real estate monopolies...
After all, real estate is the true way to print money—it's much faster than drugs, gambling, or prostitution!
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