Shark Pet, Nanaue

Stark Industries was founded, with Allen investing in technology and holding a 30% stake. Howard controlled and operated the company.

In reality, given the current environment, Howard's research results couldn't be commercialized. They were initially accumulating seed capital through daily necessities.

Of course, Stark Industries would later become a leader in the military industry, especially after Tony took over, soaring to new heights.

Currently, depilatory cream and electric tricycles were the main products.

America, at this time, was experiencing President Roosevelt's New Deal, and the public's financial situation had slightly improved.

Women began to wear stockings again, capable of conquering both men and banks, but due to their ethnicity, they had particularly abundant body hair.

Frequently shaving with razors only made it grow back thicker.

Many women resorted to extreme measures, using tape or lighters to remove hair. It seemed that in their pursuit of beauty, they were ruthless even to themselves.

With the advent of depilatory cream, it sold out on the first day. Merchants came daily seeking to become distributors.

Orders for electric tricycles were already booked until next year.

The economy had slightly recovered, but people didn't have much money. Buying a car was still a major purchase. The sudden appearance of electric tricycles could not only transport people to and from work but also be used for hauling goods. It was a win-win, perfectly fitting the current era.

Howard improved the battery, solving the range issue for the electric tricycles, making them even more cost-effective.

Beach team-building.

Allen, Steve, Howard, and Wilson, dressed in swim trunks, basked in the sun.

Allen squinted, looking into the distance at beautiful women in sexy bikinis playing in the water.

His eyes showed seriousness and criticism as he declared righteously, "Hmph, I'm not swayed by the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism. I've always had my eyes on the prize."

He didn't even blink, not missing a single moment of the undulating scenery.

"Old man, a martial artist's taboo is not to indulge in lust. Lust is a bone-scraping steel knife. You're not like me, born with the Supreme Bone, tough and shameless." Allen advised earnestly.

Steve looked puzzled, "Why are you calling me old man?"

Allen saw him as a son, partly because he had improved the Super Soldier Serum. He didn't argue further, considering Steve was mentally unwell and unlikely to listen to advice.

Allen smiled and said nothing.

He naturally wouldn't say that Steve, in his old age, looked like Biden pulling his pants down.

"Ah..."

"Help!"

"There's a shark in the water."

Suddenly, tourists on the beach fled ashore in terror.

At some point, a shark fin appeared, cruising in the sea.

The human subconscious, fearing large predators, instinctively chose to flee and stay away.

"Whoa, I've always wanted to raise a pet shark."

Allen excitedly charged into the sea.

However, Steve was one step ahead, diving into the water.

A shark was chasing a woman.

Perhaps too panicked to escape, the woman's leg had cramped in the water. She thrashed and struggled in place, only able to watch as the shark approached.

"Don't be afraid, I'm coming to save you!"

Steve, filled with a sense of justice, breaststroked towards the shark, intending to repel the beast single-handedly.

"Help, my leg cramped!"

The woman cried out in fear. Unable to exert strength in her leg, her face was a picture of tearful despair.

Bang!

Water splashed everywhere.

Steve intercepted the shark, engaging in a struggle in the sea.

The woman felt relieved for a moment, then in the next instant, she was startled to find herself floating above the water.

It was Allen who had swum beneath her, carrying her on his shoulders.

Hmm...

"I feel like I'm turning into a zombie."

Allen looked up and saw the majestic peaks, panting heavily through his nostrils. He said, "Part of my body is already stiffening."

At this moment, Howard and Wilson, who were anxiously waiting on the beach, had removed their sunglasses, their eyes wide open in petrification.

"Gifted."

"A big heart is a great virtue."

The woman, realizing what had happened, covered her chest and, upon reaching the shore, headed straight for the resort hotel.

Allen and the other two couldn't help but feel disappointed, secretly regretting not getting a better look at such a spectacle, completely indifferent to Steve battling in the sea.

Within minutes, Steve dragged a strange shark ashore.

"Shit, that's Nanaue."

Allen noticed the baby bottle in its hand, kicked it in the nose, and yelled, "I can't believe you're the Shark King, stealing other people's bras."

"Don't hit Nanaue."

The Shark King tried to protect his face with both hands, but they were too short, so he could only hug both sides of his nose and explained pitifully, "Nanaue just wanted to return what she dropped. Nanaue never meant to hurt anyone."

"A talking humanoid shark," Howard said, full of curiosity. "Is this a new species, or a genetic mutation?"

"Nanaue's dad is the Shark God, and his mom is human."

Nanaue's endearingly naive appearance made them lower their guard.

"Holy crab, I knew he was a descendant of the old gods."

Allen confirmed it was the foolishly cute villainous Shark King, with the exact same background.

"Old gods?"

Steve looked at him with confusion.

"New gods rise, old gods fall."

Allen wasn't sure, but he still liked to talk nonsense. "A bunch of washed-up celebrities with no fans. Any old wizard could make the old gods cry 'no' with one hand."

"Then what about the new gods?" Steve pressed.

"They're the current hotshots."

Allen casually explained, "Even a little bit of trash from them can cause natural disasters. The awesome new gods can pierce planets with a finger."

"..."

His description was actually quite conservative. Many could destroy universes casually. Going higher, to the multiversal level, they were beings that completely surpassed comprehension.

Allen stuck a finger into Nanaue's nostril and asked menacingly, "Speak, what's your purpose in coming to human society, or I'll snap your neck."

"Nanaue ran away from home. Nanaue doesn't want to marry the Hammerhead Shark Princess. Nanaue has no friends on Shark Island."

As Nanaue spoke, he began to get emotional, his small eyes dimming.

"Doesn't the Shark God have any common sense? Great white sharks and hammerhead sharks have reproductive isolation. They should mate with pink dolphins."

Allen stuck his finger into Nanaue's other nostril with his other hand and said domineeringly, "Recognize me as your master, and I'll introduce you to pink dolphin girls."

"Is master a friend?" Nanaue asked innocently.

"Yes, you can think of it that way, but you have to obey your master."

Allen cupped the shark's head, beaming. "Pink dolphins have smooth skin and beautiful voices. I'll take you to catch dolphins."

"Hehe... Nanaue wants to catch dolphins with master. Nanaue likes pink dolphins."

Nanaue happily agreed to become a pet.

The three onlookers were stunned. Are sea creatures just not very bright?

They were tricked into submission with just a few words.

"Boss, one cone, please."

"Monster invasion!"

Walking towards an ice cream stall on the beach, Allen intended to buy a cone for Nanaue.

The stall owner, upon seeing the humanoid shark, abandoned his ice cream truck and fled screaming.

"Where's the monster?"

Allen looked around nervously. "Did Godzilla come ashore?"

"Is there a possibility he's talking about Nanaue?" Steve reminded him awkwardly.

Beep beep beep...

Sirens wailed as police cars sped towards them.

Quite a few tourists had already called the police about the misunderstanding on the beach.

Numerous detectives used their car doors for cover and shouted, "Don't move, hands in the air."

"Headquarters, headquarters, please dispatch biological experts. We have a humanoid shark on site."

"Repeat, a humanoid shark holding an ice cream cone."

The police surrounded them. Allen raised his hands in surrender, and Nanaue followed suit, raising his hands.

"Don't be nervous, buddy, I'm one of you, working for S.H.I.E.L.D."

Howard tried to get friendly, but was met with a warning shot fired into the air. "This guy is about to attack the police. Clear the clip at the first sign of trouble."

"Fuck, I'm not some goddamn nigger."

Howard was both wronged and angry. He could only raise his hands, not daring to move.

At this moment, another roar approached from a distance.

Armored vehicles rapidly surrounded the police car. Colonel Phillips's voice boomed through the loudspeaker, "Stop! These are important S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel."

For a moment, the military and police faced off.

"Shit, criminals can get armored vehicles now? Don't believe them easily."

"Motherfucker, I'm Colonel Phillips of the Army! Are your eyes just for show?"

"Holy shit, I'm President Meixuanzong too! If you don't get out of the car with your hands on your head and surrender, I'll shove your head up your ass."

"You're pretty good, really good."

"Flattery won't work. I'll definitely connect your head to your tail."

Seeing that neither side would back down, Allen resolutely decided to intervene.

With a flash, he appeared beside the police officer and delivered a decisive blow with the Subway Judge's righteous brawl.